Page 14 of The Season of Secrets

“You’re out of your mind if you think I’m going to come before you do.”

I drag my hand across his groin, grazing his dick gently with the backs of my fingers and he narrows his eyes at me. “Get up here,” he grunts and I stand, reaching behind me to slide down my skirt exposing the fact that I’m wearing sheer thigh-high stockings and a pair of silk black panties edged with lace beneath my skirt.

“My skirt is too tight to straddle you,” I tell him when his eyes widen and his hand reaches out to help me into his lap.

“You are exquisite, Raegan,” he tells me as his hands slide up my frame. I sink down so that I’m seated directly on top of his dick, my pussy pressed against him, and on instinct, I rub against him letting out a whimper as his hardness moves along my clit even through his slacks. “Fuck.” He lets out a shaky breath and the word slithers down my spine to the space between my legs like it was directed towards it. “I’ve never—” He lets his eyes close and his head falls back as I rub against him again. “I’ve owned my company for ten years and I’ve never wanted anyone that worked for me. Never touched anyone I shouldn’t.” His hands start at my knees which are bent at his hips and move up my thighs. I’m still wearing my shirt, but it stops just above my navel because my skirt was high-waisted and he traces the skin there with his index finger causing me to shiver.

“What’s so special about me?” I gasp as he moves lower to drag his finger along the top of my panties—so gently, I shiver in his arms.

“Everything.” His voice is low and throaty and sexy as hell.

His words send not only a spark to my sex but to my heart and even though I tell myself that this may never go further than tonight, somewhere my mind is subconsciously thinking about a future that has me and Wes and a happily ever after.

“The way you drag the tip of your pen along your bottom lip during meetings, or really anything with your mouth. You know, I can barely be in a room with you while you’re eating?” He moves closer to me, his lips on my neck as he places featherlight kisses down my throat. “You always check with me before you leave when you’re done for the day and if I’m still in a meeting, you’ll wait. Sometimes, it’s the only time I’ve really talked to you that day and it’s usually the highlight.” His tongue darts out and licks the skin he just kissed and I shiver. “You’re kind without being a pushover, and as much as I hate that you work for me because it makes what we’re doing right now really fucking wrong and difficult, I’m glad that you walked into my office because you’re the best assistant I’ve ever had.”

“Wes.” I sigh not knowing what else to say in response to his sweet words.

“Also, you’re fucking gorgeous and you make my dick harder than anyone has in years. I’m forty-one and suddenly I don’t know how to control my erections.” It’s a swift change from his earlier words causing a fire between my legs that I’m desperate for him to put out.

Right on time, his dick jerks beneath me and I gasp at the feeling of him hardening beneath my pussy.

“Once we cross this line,” he continues, “I don’t know what’s going to happen.” His hand moves up my body and finds my cheek, cupping it gently. “Tell me what you want.”

I lean forward and brush my lips gently across his. “The same things you want.” I move in his lap again and goosebumps pop up everywhere in response to the light kiss coupled with the less than light dry humping.

“Which is? I need you to say it,” he presses.

Okay, I guess I need to be clearer than taking my skirt off.“I’m sitting on top of you, wet and throbbing and you think I don’t want you to fuck me?”

He bites down on his lower lip before dragging a finger across it andfuckif he doesn’t look sexy.He looks down between us at where I’m sitting on top of him before his gaze meets mine. “I don’t want you to feel like I…coerced you.”

“Wes,” I grab his jaw, making him look at me. “I don’t feel coerced and I would never screw you over. I want this.” A look of relief crosses his face, and I rub my nose against his lightly letting out a soft giggle that makes his cock twitch beneath me. “You’re so freaking cute.”

He chuckles just as his hands find my ass and grip it hard. “Cute?”

“Well, you’re gorgeous and sexy and you have a way of making my panties damp with just a look, but yes you’re also cute because you’re taking the time to make sure I’m okay with all of this and that I don’t feel taken advantage of.” I reach for his tie, slowly undoing the knot and sliding it off of him. “Again, I don’t.” He nods as I unbutton the top button of his dress shirt and then the second and then the third. “I asked to come home with you.” I press my lips to the skin I’ve just exposed before letting my tongue dart out to lick the skin. “I took my skirt off and climbed into your lap.” I move back onto his thighs so I can unbuckle his belt and pants before pulling his shirt out. I unbutton the rest of the buttons putting his bare chest on display and I drag my eyes slowly down his body.

I lick my lips and his hand reaches for my chin, lifting it so my eyes meet his. “There’s one more thing we should talk about first.”

“Okay?” I don’t think I’ve ever had a guy preface so many things before hooking up with him but then again, I’ve never hooked up with my billionaire boss either. Not that money really impresses me, having grown up with no shortage of it, but I can definitely tell the difference in his level of wealth. Not to mention, he doesn’t have two children that I know put a significant dent in my father’s net worth.

“I have a piercing.”

My mouth drops open and my eyes widen to the size of saucers. “You have a what?!” I squeal as I scramble off his lap and to my knees in front of him to continue pulling off his pants. This man, this grumpy, straight-laced man that is somehow soft forme, has his dick pierced?Oh, my fucking God.“Let me see it.”

His hand reaches for my hair, running his fingers through it gently and I fucking melt because I love when a guy plays with my hair. “I just wanted to prepare you.”

I shove his hands out of the way as if they’re trying to slow me down. “Consider me prepared; let meseeit.” My eyes dart up to his. “I’ve never seen one before.” I let out a breath, suddenly a little nervous. “I know it can feel good…for you and for me.” I bite my bottom lip. “I just don’t want an instance like from the movieThe Sweetest Thing.” I shudder thinking about how the hell I’d explain to my dad that I had to go to the hospital because my boss’s dick piercing was lodged behind my tonsils.

“Relax, honey, that’s only happened once.”

“What?!” I squeal, staring at him in horror.

He chuckles instantly and I realize he’s kidding by the playful glint in his eye.“That was a joke. It’s never happened. With my piercing, it would be hard for it to get caught on anything.”

“All this talk about it is making me wet.” I press my hand to his groin and unzip his pants before reaching inside, my hand immediately wrapping around his dick as best as I can while he still has his briefs on. I drag my thumb along it, fumbling for something that feels metal and out of the ordinary when I feel two metal balls one at the tip and one on the upper side of his shaft.

Fuck. Me.

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