Page 35 of Hooked on Marshall

“Jesus, Marshall,” she moans. “I could come just listening to you talk to me like that.”

Challenge accepted, gorgeous.

I rise quickly and shut the office door. Sure, it’s usually open as is my policy, but I make sure my employees know that when it’s closed, it’s for a reason. Normally, it’s a private conversation or phone call. But right now, that reason is Lana. Her eyes are locked on me as I take my seat beside her. The question is in her expression, so I put her out of her misery.

“Let’s test your theory,” I grin.

“Oh, my God,” she whispers.

“You like it when I talk dirty to you?”

“Yes,” she breathes.

“Do you want to come?”

“Right now?”

“Yes,” I say darkly.

“Please,” she whispers.

I slide closer, staying slightly behind her, and lean in so I can whisper in her ear. Taking care to make sure I don’t touch her. Because I’m going to give her what she wants. With only my words.

“I think I want you to help me close tonight,” I whisper. “Then when we’re the only ones left here, I’m going to sit at my desk and watch you strip for me. When you’re completely bared to me, you’re going to kneel between my legs and take my cock out. I’m going to tangle my fingers in your hair and give you the best skull fuck of your life. When you’ve swallowed every drop of my cum, like the good girl you are, I’ll return the favor.”

She shivers at this, and her hands clench into fists on the table. So, I smile and keep going.

“You’ll lay on my desk and open wide for me. Your pussy will already be wet, and I’m going to take my time tasting every inch of it. I’m going to tongue your hole, lick every single fold,and suck your clit into my mouth. You won’t be allowed to touch yourself or me. You’re just going to lay there and take what I give you, however I give it to you.”

She whispers my name as her eyes close and her head tilts back. I lean slightly closer, so my breath brushes the shell of her ear.

“When you’re trembling with need, I’ll kiss my way down your thighs and back. Twice. Then I’ll lick your pussy some more as I finger fuck you. Slowly. Your opening will be swollen by now and dripping wet. So wet that your own body will prepare you so I can easily penetrate your ass, too. I’m going to finger fuck both of your holes while I tongue your clit. I’ll keep my pace slow and steady. In and out of your pussy and your ass while your clit throbs against my tongue. When you finally come, it’s going to cover my face.”

A pained groan leaves her, and she shudders again.

“While you're still riding your orgasm, I’m going to shove my cock inside you and fuck you hard and fast, so you keep coming. I’m going to own that sweet pussy of yours, Lana. I’m going to fuck you so thoroughly you’ll never want another man. Only me. Only my cock will pound into your pussy until I explode inside of you.”

And that sends her over the edge. I wrap my arms around her and hold her close as she rides it out. When she goes limp, I kiss her cheek. She sighs heavily.

“I can’t believe you did that,” she says.

“Did you like it?”

“I loved it,” she smiles.

She turns her head for a kiss. But the moment is broken when her phone starts ringing. With a heavy sigh, she pulls back and picks it up. When she stiffens, I frown.

“I think it’s Jonas.”

Twenty-Six

Marshall’s face darkens. And not in a sexy way.

“Ignore him,” he growls.

“I know.”

He kisses me briefly then opens his office door again while discreetly adjusting himself. I wish I could do something to relieve him, but I doubt he’d allow it right now. Instead, we finish our lunch in tense silence. Neither of us wanting to listen to the voicemail that’s waiting on my phone. After Marshall takes our plates, I use the restroom. When I walk back into the office, he’s pacing.

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