Page 37 of Off Limits Daddy

"This is going to be nice, Duncan. Thank you."

“You're welcome." Then, feeling a little bit naughty, I asked, "Are you disappointed?"

She leaned back in the chair, turning it so that she could look at me, her brow furrowed in confusion. "I think I just thanked you, so no, I'm not disappointed."

I shook my head. "No, I mean, are you disappointed that this is the surprise and not this?” I motioned to my groin.

She rolled her eyes. "Not at all."

"Are you sure? The fact that you thought I was talking about my dick in the car suggests that you've been thinking about me, or at least my dick."

"You're enjoying this, aren't you?"

I grinned. "A little bit. You deserve it after that kiss earlier.”

“I told you I could pull off a doting fiancée.”

"The thing is, I don't think you were faking then."

Something flashed in her eyes. Panic?

"I mean, I know that you don't love me. That part was fake. But the kiss itself, the lust, that was very real. Admit it, you felt that kiss like a lightning bolt just like I did."

She shrugged nonchalantly. "What if I did?"

"Then it stayed with you, which is why you thought I was talking about my dick when I told you I had a surprise for you."

“You sure like talking about your dick.” She rose as if she planned to leave. “Now who's the one who has sex on the brain?"

I straightened from the desk, putting myself in close proximity to her. Her green eyes flashed with heat, telling me that she was feeling the sexual energy that was snap, crackle and popping all around us. But just because she felt it didn't mean she'd indulge it.

"It's your fault, Agent Marsden. That one night in the sauna just wasn't enough."

"How unfortunate. Luckily, there’s something you can do about it."

"Does it involve us fucking on this desk?" I leaned closer to her.

She shook her head, pressing her hand against my chest. "It involves you and your hand.”

I let out a sigh. “Can I imagine fucking you on this desk?”

Her lips twitched upward, telling me she liked the idea that I’d jerk off to her. “If you want.”

I had the sense that if I continued down this path, I’d be fucking her on this desk soon, but I wasn’t a man to pressure a woman. Besides, I had pride. I didn’t want a pity fuck. I wanted her to want it too. So, I stepped away, heading to the door of the room.

"Where are you going?"

I stopped at the door. "I'm going to go take care of business." I made a jacking off motion with my hand.

Her breath hitched.

"Do you want to watch?" I swear to God, I could see her heartbeat thrumming along her neck.

"What if I said yes?"

"Surely, you know by now that I would have no qualms over jerking off while you watched me. The question is, would you be able maintain this cool, aloof indifference you work so hard tohold onto? Or would you need to touch yourself? Maybe you’d decide to replace my hand with your pussy, or maybe your lips."

"You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Me on my knees, sucking your dick." Her voice sounded breathy, telling me she was getting caught up in the dirty talk.

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