Page 73 of Inglorious
“Up security,” she ordered.
“Already done that. Hercules is on it,” I said.
“Without running it past me?” Nanci demanded.
“Are you for real? You may be president right now, Nanci, but don’t forget that chair, this office, your role is mine. I’ve stayed sober, am taking part in therapy, and am actively taking part in the club again. Don’t get used to wearing that patch. It’s rightfully mine, and in a few weeks, I’ll be taking it back.”
“Says who? I decide when you get this patch back,” Nanci snapped.
“Wanna bet?” I snarled, holding her gaze.
“Woah. Both of you slow it down. How the hell did this escalate so fast?” Vortex interrupted.
I held my tongue, but Nanci didn’t.
“Inglorious can’t keep making unilateral decisions without running them past me. He’s not the fucking president, I am.”
“For now,” I quipped, unable to help myself. As irate as I was, I had to admit, Nanci looked stunning angry. I wondered if it was wrong to be turned on.
“See! Stupid comments like that undermine me,” Nanci yelled.
“I’d like you under me,” I muttered, but not quietly enough as both of them turned to stare at me. Vortex in amusement and Nanci incredulously.
“Vortex, out!” she ordered as her eyes slitted. Shit, I was in trouble, and yet I couldn’t care less.
“Good luck, dude. Was nice knowing you,” Vortex said.
No sooner had he slammed the door than I was up out of my chair and bending over Nanci. I yanked her ruthlessly up and onto her feet.
I don’t care what happened between her and Scythe, whatever it was, was ancient history. This bitch was being claimed by me, right now.
“You wanna run your mouth? I got better things you can do with it,” I hissed at her and claimed her mouth as she opened it to argue. Not today, woman! I let go of my emotions and yanked her head back just at the right angle to kiss her.
Nanci
This was a different kiss. There was anger, desire, and pent-up feeling. My pussy clenched, soaked already, and Inglorious had only just kissed me. I yanked on his hair, trying to draw him closer until our tongues duelled for domination. Inglorious picked me up and carried me over to the wall, where he slammed me against it. My legs wrapped around his waist and gripped him tightly. His cock pressed into my core, and we both moaned at the friction.
“You obey me, Nanci,” Inglorious growled against my throat.
“Make me,” I hissed and nipped his ear.
Inglorious claimed my mouth again as I yanked at his tee, needing to feel skin. He hissed as I dragged my nails lightly down his back, and he kissed me harder. I was panting when the kiss broke, and Inglorious held me against the wall. Desire was written all over his face, and I was sure it was mirrored on me.
This dance we’d been doing was over. I wanted him inside me right now. A slow smile crossed his lips as I shoved at his chest. Inglorious ducked his head and lightly bit my throat. I gasped as shivers ran down my spine in anticipation. His cock pressed into me, and I rubbed myself against him.
“Oh, no, you don’t. Only I get you off,” Inglorious stated and spun me around, placing my ass on the table.
He stepped between my legs, tore my tee off, and stared at my breasts in their lacy bra. Without a word, he shoved me back onto my elbows, thrusting my breasts higher, and he began feasting. My nipples poked through the lace of my bra, demanding attention, and Inglorious didn’t fail to lavish it on them. He sucked a nipple into his hot mouth while his fingers played with the other.
Much like I’d teased his cock, Inglorious repeated the favour with my nipples. My pussy walls spasmed at his ministrations, and I cried out. Who the hell knew that nipple play could make a woman orgasm? Because I was heading in that direction.
Inglorious grunted as I ground against him, and soft cries left my mouth. Disbelief flooded me as Inglorious stepped back just as I was about to hit my peak.
“I said I’d get you off!” Inglorious said and sent me a sexy, slow smirk.
Fuck that!
I reared up and slipped off the table and had rounded him before he knew it. Inglorious reached for me, but I shoved him hard, and his ass hit the table. My hands undid his jeans as he ripped his tee off. While my hands were busy with his buttons, my mouth feasted on the skin in front of me. There were scars, which I traced with my tongue before kissing each of them.
