Page 76 of Miss Matched

“Ursula owes me a favor.” I hand her the card. “She runs Azul. Call her.”

“That’s a little out of my price range.” Kennedy flips the card between her fingers.

I lean forward and grab her hand. “Like I said, she owes me a favor.”

Kennedy’s face pinches, and I can tell she isn’t comfortable with it. She’s used to paving her own way and supporting herself, and all it makes me want to do is take care of her.

I roll my chair closer and wrap my hands around the back of her knees.

“Put the card in your purse and stop thinking about it,” I tell her. “It’s just a favor, no strings attached.”

She gives me a reluctant nod and tucks the card into her purse. A small part of me feels like I’ve inched my way in with her in that moment.

“I’m happy to see you,” I tell her as she turns back to me, tracing small circles on the soft skin on the back of her knees.

“Can’t seem to stay away.” Her tone contradicts the crease on her forehead. No matter how close she lets me get to her, there’s an inch of distance I can’t seem to close. A safe space that’s her own.

I tip her knees open and slide myself between them. “I don’t want you to stay away.”

Kennedy reaches up to run her hands through my hair, and I’m not sure how I stay sitting upright because her touch liquefies me. Her nails scrape against my scalp and run down the back of my neck as I run my palms along the back of her thighs and up her skirt.

“Someone could walk in.” Kennedy’s eyes flit to the closed door.

“Tiff wouldn’t let them,” I say.

My fingers reach her hips, and I circle them around to the heat between her legs, running my knuckles along the mound beneath her panties. Kennedy lets out a moan. The silky fabric is already wet, and I love how ready she is. Nudging the triangle of material away, I slide a finger along her soaking slit.

“Zac.” She purrs my name.

“You like that?” I ask her, moving my fingers up and flicking them against her clit.

Kennedy throws her head back as her back arches. “Yes.”

Sliding my hand back down, I drive a finger into her. Her pussy walls clench hard around it. She bites into her bottom lip, trying to swallow her pleasure, as I rub my other hand over the erection fighting to rip through my pants.

The grinding movement catches her attention.

Kennedy grabs onto my wrist and pulls me out of her with a groan, taking my hands and placing them on the arms of my chair before kneeling in front of me. She has to pull up her pencil skirt to her waist to gain enough freedom to move, and I almost come undone at the sight of her bare legs crouched on my floor.

“What are you doing?” I ask her.

She looks up at me with a devious smile. “Thanking you for yesterday.”

Fuck, this can’t be happening.

I’ve rubbed one out to this exact scenario, the thought of her getting on her knees before me in my office. But to see it. Vulnerability dripping down her face. It’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.

Kennedy doesn’t bow down to men. She handles them eye to eye. She’s strong-willed and makes no apologies for it. And even as she kneels before me, I know I’m the one submitting to her, because she is a force no man can control.

Her fingers go for my zipper, and she takes her time pulling it down. Each click of the teeth echoes through the quiet office. She licks her lips as she pulls me out, and I almost come in her hand like a damn teenager. Kennedy lifts off her heels and wraps her hot lips around my thick erection, her tongue circling the tip before flattening and running along my shaft as she takes me in.

When I hit the back of her throat, her hand wraps the base to make up for what doesn’t fit. Slowly, her mouth starts moving up and down. I wrap my hand around her hair in a makeshift ponytail to anchor her, and the tug makes her hum against my cock. Her hand disappears between her legs as she begins to finger herself.

I lean back, gripping her hair and holding firm. Driving her up and down but letting her control the pace. The closer she is to finding her own release, the farther she takes me down her throat, her body relaxing to drive me deeper.

My body is at the mercy of her mouth. The same one that puts me in my place, pulling pleasure out of me.

Sounds blur. Apart from her mouth on my wet dick and her fingers fucking her pussy, all I hear is the thundering of the heart in my chest trying to escape.

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