Page 16 of Breathe for Me

Nervous but excited. Man, I’ve thought about this so many times: what he might taste like; his clean, musky scent; the solid, warm weight of him against my tongue…

“Well, you’ve never asked me for this before.”

His zipper scratches down, and Levi scoffs. “Because I’m a gentleman. Of course I want to fuck your pretty little mouth.”

Oof. A wave of heat crackles through me, singing my insides, and my hand trembles as I draw his cock out into the air. The thought of it—my handsome, stern boss turning me into a red-faced mess on his office floor, using me for his own pleasure—

“You like this already.” His deep voice is rich with approval, his thumbs stroking through my hair. “Oh, Georgina, you look so perfect on your knees.” Humor lightens his tone. “Maybe you should crawl when you bring me my coffee.”

“Shut up, Mr Laurent.” But I’m too distracted to get mad. His shaft is long and thick and impressive, weighing heavily against my palm, and my jaw aches just looking at it. When I grip him gently, dragging my hand down his length, Levi lets out a soft hiss.

“Harder.”

Ooh-kay. I squeeze him tighter; make my grip a little mean. Levi’s hips buck an inch off the desk.

“Yeah.Christ.Just like that.” His whole body is tense, his thighs rock hard beneath his dark pants. I stroke him again, reveling in the way he jerks and curses, muttering in French under his breath.

“You’ll have to tell me what to do.” I wet my lips; bring the flushed head of his cock closer. There’s a bead of moisture on the slit, and I lick it away.

Mm. Salty.

“It’s the blind leading the blind,” Levi mutters, his grip harsh in my hair. Then, louder: “I’m hardly a lothario, Georgina. If you want tips, you should read a magazine.”

I roll my eyes, inordinately pleased that he’s not some rich guy player. “Don’t be an ass. Just tell me what feels good.”

The way Levi looms over me, so tall and strong and intense—it’s like the rest of the world doesn’t exist. His jaw works, and his eyes are dark.

“Youfeel good. Christ, okay. Okay. Open up, Georgina. Show me that tongue.”

It should feel goofy, kneeling for my boss with my mouth open, his grip in my hair, but it doesn’t. I’m so turned on, I’m panting for air. The penthouse windows are dark, the city skyline glittering, and here we are, tucked away from it all. Doing something we shouldn’t.

Levi’s shaft hovers half an inch above my tongue. It’s so freaking close, and I whimper, shifting on my knees. Far above, his mouth quirks, and he’s darkly pleased.

“Do you want it, sweet girl? Do you want a taste?”

I nod, mouth still open, my whole body molten.

“Beg for it.”

“Please.” I surge up on my knees, but he holds me back by the hair. “Please, Levi.” My tongue sneaks out, stealing a single lick, and I’m squirming and needy. Desperate.

Want to please him. Want to help him relax. Want to forget all the mistakes I’ve made, with him and with everything else too.

No, I don’t want to think aboutanythingexcept Levi Laurent and the way he fills my mouth. How he smells, sounds and tastes. Is that too much to ask?

“Use me,” I whisper, barely registering my own words. “I want to make you feel good. I’m yours, souseme—”

Levi yanks me forward with a groan, his grip in my hair so rough it stings. I don’t care. It’s perfect. And as his shaft fills my mouth, the hard length of him stroking over my tongue, I close my eyes and suckle.

…Damn.

I’m in heaven.

He’s salty and musky. Clean but with the unmistakable scent ofman, and I’d roll around in it if I could. I’d dab it on my neck like perfume. The intrusion is so thick, my jaw aching as my tongue works the underside, but I love it.

I love it.

And I know, I know. He’s the one getting off; the one grunting and cursing and thrusting, holding my head exactly where he wants it. This is about him, it’ssupposedto be about him, but it’s so easy to forget that and get wrapped up in my own pleasure.

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