Page 24 of The Hot Mess

The corners of his lips curled ever so slightly just before he reached up and brushed a strand of hair out of my face. But he didn’t answer my question. He didn’t have to. The hungry look on his face told me everything.

“We went to the spa,” I continued, taking on a suggestive tone and grin. “I had something done.”

“Something done?” his brow raised. “That sounds ominous.”

The bikini wax had left me raw and exposed in a way that I wasn’t used to. I was getting wet just feeling Jack’s breath so close to my face and neck. It felt so much more obvious to me, being completely bare down there. I wanted him to see it. To feel it.

“Want to know what it was?” I teased, seductively swaying in front of him.

“I’m dying to know,” he replied in a low sexy rasp.

I took his hand into mine and guided it underneath my skirt, leading him straight to the naked flesh around my folds. His lips parted with a hiss, and his touch responded eagerly. He traced his fingers around the smooth, hairless skin, then around my clit. I closed my eyes and arched my neck, losing myself in the sensation.

The next thing I knew, his mouth was on mine again. He parted my lips with his tongue and wasted no time in tugging at my hips, then my clothes. I was so caught up in the moment, I didn’t think to stop the train wreck until my skirt was down around my knees.

“Jack, the door. The blinds. Anyone could walk in here and catch us like this,” I reminded him.

“Serves them right for snooping around the office so late,” he groaned, pulling me close again.

“Lucas,” I managed to whisper as Jack kissed my neck.

He sighed and left me just long enough to slam the door and drop the blinds over the window looking out across the work floor. I was standing there in nothing but my half-buttoned blouse, lace panties, and heels. He stared at me long and hard as he loosened his tie.

He wrapped his hands around my hips again, guiding me back against the edge of my desk. He dropped to his knees in front of me, but looked up into my eyes.

“You feel good. But I need to see for myself.”

He jerked down my panties and took in the sight of my waxed pussy, just waiting there in front of him like a piece of candy begging to be eaten.

I was tingling, dying for him to make a move. It seemed like an eternity passed before he licked his lips and leaned forward, drawing his tongue from the top to the bottom—torturously slow. As he sucked and licked, his hands stretched across my body…squeezing my breasts, my thighs, my ass.

“How does it feel?” he paused to ask.

“Amazing,” I moaned, grabbing the back of his head to urge him to keep going. He obliged with a smirk.

“You’re not what I thought you were,” he murmured against me. “Such a bad girl. Telling me you were all freshly waxed. You knew I’d have to get a look at you again…now that I can seeallof you. You knew I’d have to drop down on my knees right here in your office.”

“Maybe I was hoping to have the chance to see you again,” I shot back, shoving him against the desk instead.

I felt wild. I liked being desired like this, and I wasn’t about to let him think he always had to be so careful with me. Maybe he needed to be careful with himself. I was determined to teach him that lesson, to rise above being just “the virgin” in his eyes.

With our positions switched, I dropped down to my knees. I could get a better look at his cock in the light of my lamp better than I had in his dark room. It was rock hard, long and thick. Looking at it now, it was a wonder it could slide inside of me so easily. I guessed that was the benefit of how much he turned me on.

I ran my hands around his muscles, kneading into his skin the way he did mine. He clenched his teeth as I trailed my tongue from the base to the tip. He waited for me to take him into my mouth, but I kept teasing him relentlessly, hinting at everything I could do, but never quite doing it all the way.

I kept going until I felt a sharp tug at the back of my scalp. He grabbed a fistful of my hair and pulled me back to look at him.

“Are you trying to drive me insane?” he panted.

“Maybe I am,” I smirked. “Serves you right. What do you think you’re doing to me?”

He used his fistful of my hair to nudge me up onto my feet. He flashed a lustful smile just before crashing his lips back into mine. He lifted me up, wrapping my legs around his waist. I was so sensitive to the feeling of his body pressing against my crotch and throbbing nerves. I thought I could cum right then, just from the feeling of him moving me however he wanted me.

He sat me down on my desk, devouring my mouth like an animal as he pressed against me. I frantically reached for his belt, blindly fumbling with the buckle until he was set free.

He spread his hand across my mouth and thrusted into me. I was open and more than ready for him. The taboo of being in my office, the last place we needed to be doing anything like that, only turned me on more.

He started ramming into me, hitting all the right spots. I didn’t have to have past lovers to know he was good. He knew what he was doing with me.

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