Page 52 of Enticing the Fixer

Even though we’re in the same building, I can’t see him. Well, that’s not entirely true. I took one too many trips past accounting to catch a glimpse of him. I haven’t been to research that many times in the last five years. He’s my salvation after a long, stressful day at work.

His fingers trail through my hair, tugging on the strands, and the walls of my sex clench in anticipation. Too much distance. I slip my hands inside his pants, rubbing my palms over the silky flesh that covers his hip bones. Why would I want food?

A part of me wants to shout to everyone that we’re dating, but I’m already on tenuous ground with the board. I don’t need to add dating an employee to my long list of punishable sins.

When he pulls back, he snatches a breadstick and dangles it between his fingers. “While I prefer your mouth wrapped around my dick, I’ll sacrifice my needs to satisfy yours.” The twinkle in his eyes seals the deal. I’m falling for him. His charm. His swagger. His sense of humor. His brilliant mind.

When you slather that on top of his killer abs, it’s impossible to fight it. So why try?

I snatch the breadstick from his fingers. “Thank you. I promise I can go for hours after I’ve had food.”

With his index finger, he tips my chin up. “That was my plan all along. Feed you and fuck you.”

“What girl could complain about that?” I bite off the end of the breadstick.

“Fuck it.” He grabs the edges of my skirt and slides his hands over my thighs. “I think I should combine the two into one activity.” His fingers slip inside my panties.

I swallow the piece of bread and lift my hand over the island. I can eat later.

“No.” He shakes his head. “Eat.” He lunges two fingers deep into my sex, and stars fill my eyes.

Shit. I’m not breathing.I gasp for air and spread my legs wider to give him more room.

“Now, that’s better.” His thumb swirls over the tight bundle of nerves as he continues to thrust in and out of my sex. “I love this pussy. It’s so tight and hot.” He nuzzles my neck. “And wet.”

The heat from his breath feathers along my skin, sending goosebumps in all directions. “I love the feel of your walls clenching down on me as you near orgasm.”

“Oh, God.” The piece of bread drops with a thud at my feet, and I slip my hand inside his sweats, clasping his erection.

As my fingers work over the distended veins and the bumps of the metal bars, he hisses, “Such a fucking tease.”

All the blood in my body floods to my core as tingles of sensations threatens to take me over the edge.

He sucks the skin on my neck deep into his mouth, while running his tongue over my flesh. With each swipe of his tongue, I moan and dig my nails into his bicep.

“That’s it, Baby. Your pussy is so fucking tight. Do you like this?”

“Yes.” The man is dangerous. I inhale to steady my nerves and push back the inevitable. I want to enjoy it.

“Do you want to come on my fingers?” He swirls his fingers deep inside of my core and lunges to the hilt.

“Fuck. Yes.”

He chuckles and increases his momentum, playing my body like he’s in control. And he is. He was full of shit when he said I was in control. I’m not in control of anything. If he walks, I’m going to shatter into a million pieces.

Panic swells in my chest. Don’t let him leave. I grip the waistband of his sweatpants with both hands and tug, unleashing his cock in all its glory. His erection bounces against his stomach and sways with his movements.

When I grasp his hot flesh, he grabs my hand. “Sugar, you don’t have to. I can wait.”

“I can’t.” I drop to my knees and swirl my tongue over the seam, collecting his desire on my tongue and coating his flesh with it. The scent of sex and Italian food makes my head spin.

As I twirl my tongue over the top bar, his erection jerks toward his body. It’s a reflex and not an attempt to get away from me. I engulf his cock into my mouth and suck, running my tongue over the metal. The dude could hammer nails with this thing.

When I look up at him while kneeling at his feet, I’m in awe. His eyelids are half closed, and the cords of his neck pulsate with tension. That’s more like it.

I pull back and lick my lips. “What do you like? Deep and slow? Fast with a lot of sucking?”

“Fuck,” he growls. “You’re killing me. Just suck my dick. I don’t care how you do it. I’ve thought about you all day and touching your pussy–”

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