Page 61 of What Happened Last Night

Luna knew what I wanted. “Please,” she said.

I moved my fingertips against her skin. “Please what?”

“Touch me,” she whispered. “Please, touch me.”

I moved my hand just so, my fingers sliding deftly along her skin. I rubbed her as her hips squirmed, taking in how wet she was already. Just the feel of her on my fingers was nearly making my vision blur. “More?” I asked.

“Yes,” she breathed. “Please.”

I pressed two fingertips just inside her, and she moaned in a way that made my pulse pound everywhere in my body. I moved in and out of her, slowly, watching her delicious reaction. I was still learning Luna, the landscape of her, the quick rhythm of her breaths, when she liked to be told what to do and when she didn’t. I was still learning what made her hot. I was going to become a master at this topic.

I already knew what made me hot—it was this. Her complete surrender, the way she gave everything over to me, the way her lips parted and her lashes lowered, the way her body moved against my fingers to increase her pleasure. I added my thumb, touching it to her clit with the lightest brush, and she shuddered, giving out a little moan.

“Here’s how it goes,” I said, keeping my voice calm with effort. “The boss calls the secretary into his office. We all ignore the antiquated gender roles for now, because that’s part of the fun. The boss tells the secretary that she’s made a mistake on the job, one that has endangered the business. The mistake is very bad, and she has been very, very naughty. She is in danger of being fired. Unless, of course, she can somehow make it up to him.”

Luna moved her hands into my shoulders, and her nails dug in. Hard. I was going to have marks.

“The secretary tells her boss that she’s sorry,” I continued, not pausing the torture I was inflicting with my hand. “She likes her job. She wants to please him. In fact, she’s been fantasizing about a new way to please him in the office. Then she gets on her knees.”

She squirmed harder, pressing her forehead to my shoulder. Sweat slicked between us. Well, well. It seemed I wasn’t the only one of us who had been repressing filthy fantasies.

“She’s very good at pleasing him,” I said in Luna’s ear. We hadn’t done that particular act yet, and I enjoyed picturing it. “Very eager. Very skilled. He tells her she’s a good girl. But he says it isn’t quite enough to make up for the mistake she made. She must be quiet so that no one can hear them through the office door. She must be very good. Then she must bend over the desk, lift her skirt, and—”

Luna came in a rush, her back arching beneath me. It surprised me—I’d been touching her lightly, planning to draw it out longer. But my story had sent her right over the edge. I hadn’t even gotten to the dirtiest part.

When she came down, she surprised me again by grabbing a pillow and putting it over her face as she twisted her upper body away from me. “Oh, my god,” she said throatily, her voice muffled.

I propped up on an elbow, looking down at her. “Luna?”

“That’s never happened.” She still spoke into the pillow. “I didn’t even—I’ve never—I didn’t think—Oh, my god.”

I waited her out for a moment as she calmed down. “You’re embarrassed,” I observed.

“I’m embarrassed because it’s embarrassing.” She lowered the pillow and looked at me with worried eyes.

Despite the fact that my cock was painfully hard, demanding attention, I kept still. “Luna. I’ve watched you come a number of times now, and I think it’s incredibly hot, so you can’t be embarrassed about that. You’re embarrassed about how you reacted to porn?”

“I didn’t even have to see it. I just had to hear about it. Will, I work for you. That wasn’t supposed to be hot.”

I felt myself smiling. I’d discovered a corner of Luna’s sexuality that she hadn’t even known was there. I leaned down and nuzzled her neck, then kissed her skin. “But it was hot,” I argued. “Very hot.”

“It was wrong in every possible way.”

“Maybe that’s what made it fun.” I was new to this, too. I’d never dated someone who worked for me before. I’d never been tempted to cross the line. But with Luna, crossing the line was not only necessary, it was fun. And very, very sexy.

I kissed her lips, savoring her as I tried to calm my body down, at least temporarily. “We can make dinner,” I offered. “Pick this up later.”

Luna’s hand snaked down between us, under the waistband of my pants. She gripped me firmly. “No way,” she said. “Don’t you dare.”

I hissed in a breath through my teeth. “Luna.”

She leaned up and kissed me. “Finish what you started, boss,” she said.

I reached for the nightstand drawer, where I’d stashed a box of condoms. I wasn’t going to be unprepared again. “No more talking,” I told her.

“No more talking,” she agreed.

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