Page 34 of Following His Commands

“Wow. I’m hurt,” he says.

“Oh, well. You’ll survive. I’m sure.”

“Maybe I need to try harder.” He sinks to his knees in front of me. His tongue slides through my folds.

“Mmm, well, that’s a good start,” I say, tangling my fingers in his wet hair.

My back pushes against the wall. Alistair has one hand across my stomach, holding me still. The other finds my opening, his fingers pushing inside. His mouth latches on to my clit as he sucks in rhythm with his pumping fingers.

And within minutes, I’m coming for the second time this morning.

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“We should go in separately.I’ll wait ten minutes and then follow you up,” I say to Alistair when he parks his car in the spot with his name written above it.

“Why would we go in separately?” he asks.

“So people don’t know we came together.”

“But I like coming together with you.” His lips tip up into a smirk.

“That’s not what I mean,” I say.

“Why do you care if they know?”

“Because I don’t want to be the cause of office gossip,” I tell him.

“Trust me, Xavier and Shar fucking all over every surface of this building gives everyone more than enough to talk about. No one will notice us walking in together.”

“I have heard a lot about those two actually. But, still, you go. I’ll be up in a minute. I need to call my mum back anyway,” I lie.

“Say hi to your mum for me.” Alistair kisses my lips briefly before he exits the car and walks away.

I pull my phone out. There’re a million messages from the girls. I don’t have time to go through them all right now, but I do need to let them know I’m still alive.

Me:

Haven’t died from orgasms yet. Still alive and kicking.

Eloise:

Thank god!

Daisy:

Well, when I die, I want it to be from an orgasm.

Claire:

I want to go out in my sleep, with my husband by my side. We’re dying together when we’re old and grey and wrinkly.

Me:

You’re not going to marry Ryan Gosling, Claire.

Claire:

Don’t shit on my Notebook fantasies, boss fucker!

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