Page 41 of Three Sweet Nothings (The Blindfold Club)

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Kyle’s spanking sent me flying forward onto my elbows. Flames licked at me from this shocking act, and it took me a moment to realize his ‘cough’ was perfectly timed to cover the slap of flesh meeting flesh.

Holy shit. He was willing to do it, right here in his office.

I glanced over my shoulder to look at him. He was staring at my ass, probably watching the blood rush to the skin and color it. I’d be damned if he didn’t look powerful. And sexy as hell.

But this was madness. Someone was going to catch us.

Once more I attempted to straighten, and this time his cough was louder. It disguised a strike that stole my breath. My mouth rounded into an “oh” and I clenched my hands into fists.

As much as I wanted to deny it, I liked this. I liked it a whole fucking lot. This was wrong and I wanted him to keep doing it.

“You know what’s going to happen now?” His voice was pure sin. “I’m going to jerk your panties down and find your pussy’s soaking wet.”

Holy shit.

I could stand up, shove my skirt back down in place, and walk out of his office. I could unleash the full force of my temper on him and make sure he never attempted to talk to me again.

But I couldn’t move. My elbows were glued to his desk. My ankles stayed locked together, encouraging him to carry out his indecent plan. My back arched subtly without thinking, and my heart beat a thousand times a second.

He didn’t wait for me to protest or agree.

I stared straight ahead as his fingers hooked around the thong, and then the fabric was yanked down with such force, it had an edge of pain. I bit down on my bottom lip to hold in the gasp at his aggression. He wasn’t soft or sweet; he was so much better. Would I burst into flames right here on his desk?

The underwear fell to my ankles and then his fingers were there, delving between my legs, rubbing my dampness. I hung my head as the moan erupted from my throat, low and deep.

“You’re going to sign,” he said. His hand stirred over my clit, one small circle and then gone. He grabbed my hair by the top knot, yanking my head back with a sharp tug. It was so he could smear the moisture he’d collected on his fingertips all over my mouth. Over my parted lips and pushing inside. “Here’s the goddamn proof.”

Who the hell was this man?

I was thankful for the support of the desk. Lust had turned my knees to rubber, my insides to jelly. I had to struggle to breathe over the aching fire he’d started. Everything burned, and burned for him.

He released my hair and my head lolled to hang down between my shoulders. I could barely hear over the rush of blood in my ears, but he’d moved. Kyle dropped behind me onto a knee and gripped my ankle, urging the panties over my heels one by one. I was too overwhelmed with desire to resist.

As soon as I was free from my underwear, his grip was back on my waist, forcing me to turn around once again. I wobbled on my heels, both unsure of what he was doing, yet also filled with jittery excitement, and my backside slammed against the edge of the desk.

He was on his knees in his two-thousand-dollar suit, staring up at me, but there was no doubt he was the one in charge. His palm flattened on my belly over the skirt bunched up there, and he pressed me back until I was seated on the desktop, my bare ass cold against the smooth wood. I moved like a puppet under his command, my body doing whatever he ordered it to.

“Get those legs open,” he demanded, but didn’t give me time to comprehend. His palms clasped my knees and shoved them apart, putting my wet pussy on full display. With him on his knees, it was right at his eye-level, and he moved in for the kill. I had to thread a hand through his thick hair and hold on as he hooked my knees over his shoulders.

I froze with anxiety and desire, both wanting what was about to happen and terrified of it. This was a really bad idea, not just because we were in his office during work hours, but he’d broken my heart. I shouldn’t let him get close, even just for sex. Mind-blowing, toe curling, everything-I-ever-wanted sex.

“Kyle . . .”

Too late. He dragged his tongue steadily along the inside of my thigh, not stopping until he’d found his intended target. His tongue was furious, lashing at my clit, and making my whole body jerk.

Oh.

Oh, wow.

I gripped the edge of the desk under my ass with one hand and yanked on his hair with my other, desperate for more and hating how quickly he’d gotten me to fold. In over your head with him, Ruby. You knew that already.

He paused only to utter the phrase, “Sign it.”

And he went right back to work.

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