Page 31 of Sexted By a Stranger
"Come on, babe," he said, stroking my cheek. "Your turn." I bit my lip, hesitating, then leaned forward, my hands resting on his thighs. My lips touched him, and he let out a low groan. My movements were tentative at first, almost shy, but there was an earnestness that drove me. I explored with my tongue, finding a rhythm, growing bolder. His hand tangled in my hair, guiding me gently as he murmured, "That's it… good girl." My cheeks flushed deeper, but I pressed on, my lips and tongue working in sync, drawing him closer to the edge.
Footsteps echoed faintly outside the office, and I froze, my eyes darting up, wide with panic. He smirked, stroking my hair. "Keep going, babe. Let them hear. You're mine." My lips parted as if to protest, but his words sparked something defiant in me, and I leaned back in, my movements more determined. His breaths grew ragged, his grip tightening in my hair as pleasure surged. He growled my name, his release hitting hard, and I didn't pull away, taking it all with a soft, trembling grace.
He pulled me up, kissing me deeply, and I tasted myself mingled with his sweetness. He turned me around, pushing me down onto the desk, my chest pressed against the now-warm surface. He hiked my skirt up to my waist, exposing my curves.His hands slid to my waist, gripping tightly, fingers digging into my soft skin.
I twisted my head, my cheek pressed to the desk, eyes hazy. "Luca, please." My voice trembled, caught between fear and the thrill of it. He leaned down, whispering against my ear, "You're so beautiful, babe." He positioned himself behind me, guiding himself to my entrance. I gasped as he eased in, my body tensing, a soft moan escaping. The glass door gleamed in the light, and the faint sound of footsteps outside made me clench tighter, amplifying the sensation.
He leaned over me, his chest against my back, one arm circling my waist. "Relax, babe." His movements started slow, deliberate, each thrust making the desk creak faintly. My hands gripped the edge, knuckles white, my body rocking with his rhythm. My hair swayed across the desk, my waist curving perfectly under his grip, his fingers leaving faint marks like a claim.
"Luca, I-" My moans grew louder, tinged with a sob, as if torn between losing control and fearing the sound would carry. He bit my earlobe gently, whispering, "Say my name, babe. Let them hear." I obeyed, crying out "Luca," my voice broken and desperate, pleading for more. He picked up the pace, each thrust deeper, hitting my most sensitive spot. My body tensed, my climax hitting like a wave, my cry echoing in the office as if I'd forgotten the world outside.
He followed, a low growl escaping as he shuddered, his release intense. We trembled together, sweat and heat melding us into one. He lingered, kissing my neck softly, savoring the moment. I lay limp on the desk, my breathing ragged, hair clinging to my flushed cheeks.
Afterward, I melted into him, my body flushed and soft with trust and satisfaction.
He lifted me, settling me on the nearby sofa, draping a blanket over me from the office cabinet. I curled up. He sat beside me, his hand resting on my waist, stroking gently. "You're stunning," he murmured, his voice thick with awe. "I'll never get enough of you."
I smiled and squeezed his hand, whispering, "Luca."
He kissed my forehead, pulling me close. His warmth pressed against my chest, soft and perfect. In that moment, I knew he wasn't just my view—he was my home.
Chapter 11
Luca
"Boss," Lennox's tone carried rare relaxation. "Miss Stella's background check is complete. Her social circle is extremely simple—apart from Madeline, she has almost no close friends. Communication records are clean too, no suspicious numbers found." He closed the thick folder with a soft sound. "Can confirm she has no connection to Connor's gang or the Frat. Not even traces of indirect contact."
I opened the folder. From every medical bill after her father's death at twelve, to the community jewelry design night school enrollment forms, even library records for jewelry design books—every page of Sheila's past pointed to the same conclusion. She was clean.
"I also verified Leon's medical records." Lennox continued his report. "From onset, diagnosis to treatment, the entire process has complete hospital documentation. Her brother really was hanging by a thread."
I knew it. Those amber eyes couldn't hold any deception.
"I see. Security level unchanged. Half of Ragnar's elites can be reassigned. All focus on Connor now."
Lennox nodded slightly. "Yes, Boss."
"Connor's side?"
"Three days, quiet as a tomb. That old fox is laying low, barely even shows his face at the club anymore. Maybe our last warning stuck."
"Keep your eyes on him." I stood and walked to the window. "A snake in its hole is still a threat."
"Understood." Lennox paused. "One more thing, Boss. Regarding Mrs. Black's cleaning company. It's handled. The supervisor was... persuaded. Saw the error of his 'management oversights' and the 'unfair treatment' real clear. Mrs. Black's hourly rate's up twenty-five percent. Assurances given about proper respect and working conditions moving forward. A hardship allowance hit her account, too. She's grateful to the company."
"Good." I settled back into my chair. "Make sure Mrs. Black believes it's the recognition she earned."
It was a small effort, but it spared Sheila one less worry. This urge to smooth every path for her, even I found it novel.
As the city began waking in the dawn light, leaving my office, my gaze unconsciously fell toward the already-lit office next door, finally locking onto that slender figure.
Sheila.
She always arrived before everyone else.
Right now, she sat at her workstation, fingertips moving quickly over design sketches. Occasionally, she paused to grab a pencil and quickly sketch something in the notebook beside her.
A steaming cup of peppermint tea sat at the corner of her desk, next to a delicate china plate holding a fresh-baked blueberry muffin. Watching her habitually reach for that cup, gently blow away the steam, take a small sip, then pick up the muffin and bite off a corner with satisfaction.
