Page 41 of Devil's Tulip

Instead, I mute my call, lean towards her, and grind out, “Get the fuck out of here.” Before I lose every shred of control I have left.

But my hard tone doesn’t faze her. Hell, I doubt she even heard me over the music blasting in her ears. She gives me a naughty smile and raises her index finger to her lips. “Shhh.” Then she bends over, giving me an eyeful of tits as she shimmies her shorts down her long, tanned legs, her hair whipping around as she bounces back up.

The shorts come flying towards me, and I quickly snatch them midair before they can appear on my screen. Discreetly, I move my chair to the side so my face is no longer visible, then lift the crotch of her shorts to my nose, taking a deep, greedy sniff.

Fuckkk.

She smells of honey and heaven, and I’m dying to drink up her nectar. When I drop the shorts from my face, she’s gone. I frown, glancing around my office—only to spot her crawling around my desk.

Yes,crawling.

Right towards me.

“Fucking hell, you’ll be the death of me.” I don’t mean to say it out loud, but her answering smirk tells me she’s extremely pleased with herself for pulling me apart thread by thread. She kneels in front of me, placing her small hands on my knees.

Her smirk grows as she pushes against them. I raise a brow at her, refusing to budge, curious to see what she’ll do next.

My blood roars in my ears as she leans back on the balls of her feet, curling her back as she cups one beautiful tit.

I lick my lips hungrily and swat her hand away. “That’s mine. Don’t touch it.” It’s a crazy demand, but I don’t care. And to make sure she hears it, I reach forward, pluck an AirPod from her ear, and repeat myself.

She narrows her eyes, challenge flashing in those clear, golden irises. Then, without breaking eye contact, she pushes at my knees again. This time, I let them part, and she immediately moves in, crowding into me, walking her hands up my thighs sexily, her destination clear from the teasing path she follows.

“Michael, we seem to have lost you. Did you get the last few minutes of this meeting?”

My gaze flicks to my laptop—bad move.

Because in that split second, Giannawraps her fingers around me. I jolt in my chair with a strangled sound, a mix of a groan and a curse, and when I look down at her in disbelief, she justwinks. I didn’t expect her to be that bold.

I hold her gaze as I unmute my mic, letting only half of my face show on the screen. “You guys continue the meeting without me and send me the minutes. Something very,veryimportant just came up here.”

Gianna’s face turns scarlet red, and I smirk as I exit the call before anyone can object.

Now.

Reaching down, I tilt her chin up so I can collar her throat, brushing the pad of my thumb over her pink, glistening, bottom lip. “Now that you have my full attention, what are you going to do to keep it?”

My thumb digs into her mouth, and she takes it like an offering, immediately sucking it between her lips and swirling her tongue around it. My cock jerks violently, and my spine tingles as precum leaks out.

I’ve never been this aroused in my life.

I let go of her face and sit back in my chair, legs apart. Waving a hand, I say, “Go on. Continue.”

For a moment, she just stares at me blankly, chest heaving, those pretty tits and strawberry-pink nipples distracting as hell. I roll my tongue along my teeth.Patience.

Then she moves.

Her hands glide up my thighs again, more certain now as she works the button on my pants free before drawing the zipper down—so slowly I swear I can feel every tooth against my aching cock. I wince at the pressure, the sensitivity, and she pauses, shooting me a concerned glance.

I wave her on impatiently.

Taking the cue, she slips her hand inside my boxer shorts and dances her fingertips down the length of my cock, gasping when the muscle bops her.

My eyes hood, and I’m barely able to hold her stare when she looks at me questioningly. “Take me out,” I rasp.

Something shutters in her gaze, and she nods as she complies. I shudder, the silk material of my underwear rubbing against my sensitive nerves, and she seems to realize that I enjoy it, prolonging the sensation.Dangerous girl.

“Don’t tease me,” I growl, and she gives me the tiniest smile before finally freeing me. The cool air kisses the head of my cock, making me hiss through my teeth.

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