Page 14 of Tempted

“Let’s try this again. You lit the room up tonight. Heads turned when you walked by. One of my clients asked me who you were.”

I laughed but Hugh didn’t.

“Denise. Say thank you,” he said, using the same no-bullshit tone he’d used earlier.

“Thank you,” I said, breathless.

“Good girl,” he whispered.

Butterflies exploded in my stomach. Honest to God, fucking butterflies. His hand came up, his lips caressed my cheek.

“Alright, where were we?” he asked, grabbing me around the middle and pulling me up on the desk. Leaning over, he grabbed his whiskey, pushing everything else onto the ground with a sweep of his arm.

“I've always wanted to do that.”

We laughed, me leaning up against him while he kicked off his shoes.

He poured a bit more whiskey into his glass before closing the bottle and putting it away.

“I bribed Bill. He’ll call if anyone comes back from the party.” Hugh said, taking a sip.

“Of course, you did,” I said, my fingers going to his chest, feeling the warmth of his skin through his shirt.

“Want a taste?” Hugh asked, offering me his glass.

I reached for the glass as he tilted his hand, spilling across my thigh.

“Hugh!” I went to wipe it away when his hand stilled mine. I looked up and saw a gleam in his eyes. He’d done it on purpose.

“Oops,” he said. “Let me get that.”

Putting his glass down, he winked before dropping to his knees in front of me. His hands found the sides of my thighs as he placed an open kiss on one knee and then the other.

A shiver of anticipation ran through me.

Hugh’s hands caressed my thighs, gliding slowly over my skin, gently feeling with the tips of his fingers. He started placing open-mouth kisses along my skin, moving slowly up my thigh, inching his way up toward the whiskey he’d spilled.

My skin was alight, each kiss, stoking me higher and higher, as his beard tickled my skin, and his soft lips worked their magic. I let out a sigh, my hands holding tight to the edge of the desk beneath me. Hugh was dedicated to his task, but his eyes never left mine.

The eye contact added to my intoxication. I was lost in him as his warm breath continued to tease my sensitive skin.

With a triumphant sound, he reached the drizzle of whiskey. His tongue darted out, gently licking the wet trail. A gasp escaped my lips as he flattened his tongue across my skin and sucked.

The room seemed to fade away as I felt desire building again in my belly.

Hugh’s hands held tight on my thighs as he sucked and tongued my skin.

My breaths were coming faster, and I wanted more, needed more. I reached down, feeling the swollen lips of my pussy and finding my clit when Hugh stopped me.

“Ah, ah, this is mine.” He said, stopping and leaning back.

“I can see the confusion, let me help.” He walked around his desk, opening a drawer. I sat up as he pulled out two of his spare ties, one black and embossed with gold, the other paisley blue.

He couldn’t mean? My stomach dipped. I tried to swallow but couldn’t.

Hugh paused in front of me for a moment, his hand finding my cheek as he watched my face. “This is for you as much as me.”

I trusted him, but this was giving him something that I normally kept a tight hold on.

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