Page 14 of Staking His Claim

And this time he really went for broke, the tip of his tongue flicking lightning fast over my clit, he slid one finger, then two into my wet channel, fingering me with sublime strokes that made stars race across my vision.

“Fletcher!”

“Yes, baby. Fuck, you’re so wet. So tight,” he muttered. “I can’t wait to feel you wrapped around my cock.”

He stroked faster, his clever fingers locating that place I’ve only ever rarely found when I used my toys. With a grunt of triumph, he zeroed in on the spot.Stroke stroke stroke.

My thighs quaked as tension gathered in my pelvis. As flames danced over my skin, ready to engulf me.

Stroke stroke stroke.“Fletcher, oh God, that feels…ooooh!”

“Come for me. I’ve waited so long. Show me, baby,” he growled.

I shattered with a sharp cry, barely managing to catch it before Fletcher’s hand clamped over my mouth as I rode his face and came harder than I’ve ever believed possible.

Minutes stretched out my unending orgasm and I blinked, a little terrified my heart was going to explode out of my chest.

If I’d thought Fletcher would be seeking to smugly self-congratulate and leave me alone to clean myself up, I was mistaken.

He remained firmly planted between my thighs, his tongue gently lapping me up, avoiding my sensitized clit but showing no signs of moving.

When I found the energy to lift my head, his hooded gaze was waiting for me, pinning me with a hint of disapproval as he lifted his hand off my mouth. “No one gets to hear how you sound when you come, baby. Those glorious noises are for my ears only, understood?”

My gaze darted to the door and I cringed a little before nodding.

“Good.” He lapped me up with another satisfied grunt, then kissing my thigh, he surged to his feet. Braced his hands on either side of me and gazed into my eyes. “God, you’re beautiful.”

I was too boneless to squirm under his ferocious stare, but not too much to resist lifting my hand to trace his jaw and mouth still glistening with my juices. He allowed it for all of ten seconds, before he was swooping down, fusing his lips to mine, brazenly showing me how I tasted.

My legs, not quite touching the floor and a little uncomfortable now my senses were coming back to me, lifted to and wrap around his waist.

He made a sound of deep approval and the cock he hadn’t fully zipped up slid between my legs, a live, hot monster seeking to annihilate me.

I gasped against his lips.

He lifted up and one eyebrow rose.

“I’m going to fuck you now, Emily. Right here on my desk where I’ve imagined slamming into that pretty little cunt a million times. Say ‘Yes, Fletcher.’”

Need swirled, immediately and mighty, and my hands tightened on the rock-solid pecs I clung to. “Yes, Fletcher.”

“Such a good girl,” he crooned.

Still looking into my eyes, he rolled his hips, wetting the underside of his beautiful dick with my slickness. Making my breath catch all over again.

“You’re on birth control.” It didn’t sound like a question, more like an observation. But then something flickered through his eyes. “Aren’t you?”

“Yes.”

“And you know I had a physical three weeks ago.” Again, it wasn’t not a question.

His doctor’s appointment—a mandatory requirement by all senior partners to ensure they stayed in optimal condition—had been slotted into an already heaving schedule that day.

Fletcher had decided we could get some work done on the way to his doctor’s office in between court appearances, so I accompanied him. And he’d stunned me into speechlessness when the results had come through three hours later, and he’d asked me to read it out loud to him as he perused a file. Right here in his office.

So I knew without a shadow of a doubt that Fletcher Knight had a clean bill of health, including a body mass index that would make most men weep with envy.

And I secretly stalked him long enough to know he hadn’t dated anyone in all the time I’d worked here.

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