Page 28 of Bossalicious Bad Boy

Sitting on the edge of my desk, Clara leans into me, her slender frame pressing against mine. I can feel the heat radiating from her body as she tilts her head back, exposing the elegant curve of her neck. My lips find her skin, kissing it softly before trailing a path up to her earlobe.

"Alex," she whispers, a shiver running down her spine. The sound of her voice saying my name sends a jolt of electricity through me, making me want her even more.

"Are you sure about this?" I ask, needing to know that she's as committed to this reckless passion as I am.

"More than anything." Her eyes lock onto mine, full of desire and trust. That's all I need to hear.

I begin to undress Clara slowly, savoring every inch of her body as I reveal it. Each new discovery is like unearthing buried treasure – the delicate freckles on her collarbones, the swell of her breasts beneath her dress, and the faint hint of a blush spreading across her cheeks. As I slide the fabric down her shoulders, she shivers with anticipation, and I can't help but drink in the sight of her.

"Beautiful," I murmur, more to myself than to her. Still, she beams at the compliment, her green eyes sparkling with happiness.

Lowering her down onto the desk, I continue to explore her body with my hands and mouth, every touch eliciting gasps and moans from her. When I reach the hem of her dress, I pause for a moment, looking into her eyes for any hint of hesitation. All I see is eagerness, so I proceed, sliding the material up her thighs until it pools around her waist.

Kneeling between her legs, I take a moment to appreciate the view, and I'm determined to make this experience as unforgettable for her as it is for me.

"Ready?" I ask, my voice thick with desire.

"More than ever," Clara replies, her eyes locked on mine.

There's a moment, suspended in time, where I know that I have the power to stop. I could put an end to this madness, this reckless dance of desire and temptation. But as Clara gazes at me with those bright green eyes, so full of trust and longing, I realize that I don't want to.

"Are you sure?" I ask her one more time.

"Please," she breathes, her body trembling with anticipation. "I need this."

"Then let me taste you," I murmur, my hands on her thighs, gently urging them apart. She complies without hesitation, allowing me access to her most intimate places. As I lower my head, my tongue flicks out, teasing her inner thigh with a slow, deliberate swipe. The taste of her skin is intoxicating, driving me further and further into the abyss of desire.

"Please," Clara gasps, her fingers tangling in my hair as I continue to explore her body with my tongue. Each lick, each taste only serves to fuel my hunger for her. And when I finally reach the apex of her thighs, I pause, locking eyes with her for a moment before taking the plunge.

"Ah!" she cries out as my tongue finds her clit, swirling around it with a finesse honed by years of experience. Her hips buck against my face, seeking more contact, more pleasure. I oblige, sucking her clit into my mouth and applying just the right amount of pressure to send her spiraling into ecstasy.

"God, Alex, don't stop!" she begs, her voice high-pitched and desperate. And who am I to deny her?

My hands grip her thighs more firmly, holding her still as I feast on her, devouring her like a man possessed. At the same time, my mind races, thoughts of what we're doing and where we are only serving to heighten the thrill of our forbidden encounter.

"Clara," I groan, the taste of her on my tongue driving me wild. "You taste so good."

"Alex, please," she whimpers, her body tensing as she nears the edge. "I'm so close..."

"Let go, baby," I encourage her, increasing the tempo of my tongue. "Let go for me."

"Alex!" Clara screams my name as she nears her climax, her entire body quivering with the force of her release. The sound of her pleasure echoes throughout the room, a testament to the passion we've ignited together.

My fingers weave through Clara's silky hair and I guide her head closer, my tongue flicking against her clit in a teasing rhythm. Her moans fill the room, sweet music to my ears as I work her into a heightened state of pleasure.

"Alex... more..." she breathes out, barely audible.

"Tell me what you want," I murmur against her heated skin, my breath hot on her sensitive flesh.

"Your fingers... inside me," she pleads, desperation lacing her voice.

I comply, sliding one finger into her slick heat while continuing to lavish attention on her clit with my tongue. The sensation of her tight walls clenching around my finger sends a thrill up my spine, my own desire growing exponentially.

"More," Clara gasps, her hips bucking against my face.

"Are you sure?" I ask, pausing for just a moment, wanting to make sure this is truly what she wants.

"Please," she begs, eyes locked onto mine, green orbs filled with vulnerability and trust.

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