Page 46 of Duke's Daring Bookworm
“Like a good—” I thrust into her, unable to help myself.
“—fucking—” I thrust again, slowly losing control.
“—girl—” I growled the last word, my sanity long since gone to her cries, her clenching, how she so desperately tried to be good for me.
“Sir, please,” she begged me, bringing me back into thegame before I could lose it entirely and fuck her across my desk. I wasn’t done teasing her yet.
I pulled her back until she leaned against me, and I could see the screen. I reached under her shirt again and played with her breasts, unhooking the front clasp of her bra and reveling in the weight of them as they spilled free.
“Tsk, tsk.” I pinched her nipple. “This line is just a long string of w’s.” I pulled on one nipple, enough for her to cry out, but not enough to cause true pain. “You only got three words before it devolved into gibberish.” I nipped at her shoulder. “How ever will I know what happens in my meetings if you can’t be a good girl and take notes for me?”
“I’m sorry, sir. I can try again.” She squirmed when I pulled on her nipple, but I gripped her hip and held her still. I wondered how far I could push her before she snapped.
“Oh no, that won’t do. I think you need a punishment.”
She whimpered again, this one seeming to punch the air from her lungs, as she tried moving against my grip on her hip.
“I thought so.” I pinched her nipple again, this time hard enough to hurt.
“Pineapple!”
What…fuck.
I let go of her and helped her to stand.
“Too much?” I checked her face. She looked steady enough. “Can I check you? Did I hurt you?” I wanted to reach out and pull her to me and apologize. Panic filled me at the thought that I pushed too far, did too much.Fuck-up,my dad’s voice said in my head.
She smiled at me, cupping my face and brushing her thumb along my cheekbone.
“See, Duke. I can trust you.Youcan trust you.”
Shit.
I’d forgotten she wanted to practice her safe word. I slumped into my chair, my legs giving out on me. My cock had softened at the thought that I’d hurt her. I ran my hand through my hair, my racing heart pounding away in my chest.
“Sorry to interrupt the game,” she said, biting her lip and looking a little unsure of herself and her choice to safe-word out.
“Never apologize.” I reached out to her, and she came to me without hesitation, climbing into my lap, a soft smile on her lips.
“To be clear, I enjoyed every second of that.” She kissed my forehead, and I huffed at the incongruity of her telling me how much she enjoyed sitting on my cock while giving me such an innocent kiss. I wrapped my arms around her and buried my nose in her neck, needing to breathe her in.
When my pounding heart settled, I opened my mouth to ask her if she wanted to try that again, but a knock disturbed the silent room. Lily sat up, slight panic on her face before she turned to the door and scrambled off my lap.
“Your cock,” she whispered at me, like I could fucking forget it hung out of my jeans. I grabbed some tissue from one of my drawers while Lily straightened out her clothing and then deleted the document she was ‘typing’ for me. By the time I’d tucked myself back in and zipped up, Lily sat on the couch eating a cold chicken nugget as if she wasn’t still drenched from sitting on my cock.
I winked at her before unlocking the door to an impatient-looking executive. Here. On a Saturday.
“Oh good, you’re here,” Mercedes O’Malley, Chief Marketing Officer said as she pushed through the door,letting herself into my office like she had the right to. She tried to brush my chest as she walked by, but I stepped back before she made contact. Her face fell, but she quickly recovered when she saw Lily on the couch. “Ah, you have… company.”
“What do you need?” I asked, frustrated and impatient from the interruption to my time with Lily. I already worked more than anyone else here, and I couldn’t even get a lunch break without someone needing me.
“I’m here about the merger.” She walked over and perched herself on my desk. The same desk I was about to fuck Lily over. Dammit, I needed to get my head on straight. I filled a glass with water from the pitcher on the coffee table and drank it down to get some grip on myself.
“We have a meeting about that first thing Monday morning. Can this wait until then?” I should probably have been more diplomatic, but my patience was low and all I wanted was to be alone with Lily again—hear her cries and whimpers and feel her clench around me.
I took another drink.
A soft, familiar hand touched my arm, drawing my attention to where Lily stood beside me.
