Page 129 of The Arrogant One
Sadie was standing beside my desk, her jacket buttoned, the tie around the middle knotted, the outer garment hiding the bra and panties she was wearing beneath—both, I assumed, in my favorite color. Her eyes were sultry as she stared at me, processing the order I’d just given her to go lock my office door.
I couldn’t wait another second to have her.
So, to speed up the process, I added, “And after you lock that door, come back here and sit on my desk. I want your legs spread, and I want your heels to stay on.”
She traced her finger around the top of the champagne cupcake that I’d placed on my desk and sucked the frosting off her skin. “We’re really going to do this in here?”
God, that was hot.
“Fuck yes,” I replied.
“And you’re not worried about?—”
“Sadie, I’m the boss. I’m not worried about anything.” I nodded toward the door. “Go lock it.”
She smiled, shaking her head at me, but she made her way to the door and turned the latch above the handle, and as she returned to my desk, I wheeled my chair back, giving her plenty of room. She slid the keyboard away and positioned herself in the middle, along the edge.
“Take it off.” I used my finger to paint the air down her body. “I want that jacket on the floor now.”
“What about the windows?” She glanced toward the wall that was nothing but glass.
“Do you think I’d let someone see you naked?”
She grinned. “So, they’re tinted?”
“Of course they are.”
She pulled at the tie, loosening each side until it was undone, and slowly unbuttoned the jacket, letting it fall open before she slipped her arms out. She grabbed something from one of the pockets, hiding it in her hand, and let the coat fall to the floor.
“What do you have there?” I asked.
Her cheeks were becoming flushed. “I made a quick stop on my way here. You know, just in case …”
“Just in case …of what?”
She set a plastic tube beside her. A quick read of the label confirmed she was the sexiest woman alive.
“Sadie … my fucking girl.” I wheeled closer, in a range where I could smell her better, inhaling the scent I craved. “You wore red lace, just like I’d asked. And you brought me lube, just in case I wanted your ass.” I paused. “Is that what you want me to do today? Fuck your ass? And finally make that virgin hole mine?” I rubbed the side of my scruff against her thigh.
Her chest rose high as she whispered, “I want you to surprise me.”
But she wanted the option—that was why she had stopped to get the lube.
My exhale was loud. “What did I do to deserve you?”
“I’m in love with you. There isn’t anything I wouldn’t do for you.”
“Like giving me this …” My eyes dipped down her body, taking in the way the lace hugged her curves, how it covered her beautiful nipples and that smooth, delicious pussy. “That body, Sadie, my fucking God …” My voice faded as I gradually made my way up, stalling on her navel, again on her collarbone, finally connecting our eyes. “I can’t believe it’s all mine.”
I got in closer, sliding her legs apart even more and placing her heels on each armrest. I then picked up the cupcake, the plastic dropper sticking into the side of the frosting like a straw, and I pulled it out. When she had brought these in several minutes ago, she’d told us there was champagne inside.
I wanted to taste it.
But I wanted to taste it on her.
And because my patience was gone, I didn’t bother tugging the lace down her hips and thighs and flinging it away after I got it past her feet. I tore a hole in the center of her panties instead, shredding them wide enough that I had all the access I needed.
“Mmm. I missed you.” I kissed the top of her pussy, rubbing my nose against it. My lips. A tiny bit of my scruff.
