Page 81 of Catch Me
But it’s when he drops to his knees in front of me that my brain goes blank.
“What are you …” The question melts on my tongue the moment he undoes my jeans and yanks them down to my ankles
Andreas presses his mouth to my panty-clad pussy.
A fountain springs between my legs and he’s barely touched me yet.
Before I know what’s happening, my pants are off and one of my legs is thrown over his shoulder. My head falls against the wall behind me while Andreas eats my pussy like a man desperate for his next meal.
“Shit,” I groan with my eyes tightly pressed together.
I throw my hands over my mouth. The last thing I need is for someone to hear me in here. I shouldn’t be here, letting him eat me out like I’m a damn buffet.
Everything about this moment is wrong.
We’re at work.
I’m still on my trial period.
Yet, here I am.
Andreas Townsend on his knees, his mouth on my pussy, bringing me to heights I’d only ever read about in books and making me forget all of the reasons why we shouldn’t be together.
“Please, please, please,” I hear someone begging. Eventually, I come to recognize the begging voice is my own.
“Please what, baby?” Andreas asks, briefly separating that magical mouth of his from my core. “Ask me nicely, and I might give it to you,” he taunts.
“Come … I need to come,” I pant. By now I’ve lost all shame and good sense.
A wicked grin spreads over Andreas’ face making him even more devastatingly handsome. My entire body lights on fire as he works to finish what he started.
I clamp both hands over my mouth to keep the entire studio from hearing my moans of pleasure. The orgasm rushes over me, reaching into every part of my body.
Totally spent, I feel myself starting to slide to the floor, before strong hands catch me. Andreas presses his body against mine, keeping me upright and pinned to the wall.
“You taste as good in the middle of the day as you do at night. We definitely need to do this more often,” he says before he latches onto my earlobe with his teeth.
I tremble as the aftershocks of my orgasm continue to course through me, but my brain starts to clear enough for me to realize the mistake I just made.
It takes way too much effort, but I manage to push Andreas away and dramatically search for my panties and jeans.
“We shouldn’t have done that,” I say without looking at him as I redress.
“Seeing as how you were moaning my name less than a minute ago, I’m going to assume that’s your fear speaking and not your actual thoughts.”
I spin on him with narrowed eyes. “How the hell do you know what I’m thinking?”
He doesn’t answer immediately. Instead, Andreas does an achingly slow perusal of my body with his gaze, pausing once when he gets to my breasts and again when his eyes meet the apex of my thighs. Although I’m fully dressed again, it’s as if he can see right through my clothes.
I don’t have to wonder if he knows how hard my nipples are beneath my bra. The glint in his eyes tells me he absolutely knows.
“Tell me I don’t know what the fuck I’m talking about then, Ivy.” The challenge in his tone has my nipples straining against my bra even more.
I close my eyes to block out the intensity of his stare.
“We’re at work.”
“So, you don’t like me eating you out at work?”
