Page 59 of Wreck Me

‘First, show me today’s lingerie and then I’ll show you what you do to me.’ No wonder he’s so damn successful. He’s the king of negotiating.

I reach around the back of the dress I’m wearing and grip the zip, tugging it until the air hits the base of my spine. Sliding the cotton over my body, I let it fall to the floor. The front fastening balconette bra is so sheer it’s almost entirely see-through and the ebony lace thong does nothing to hide what’s beneath.

James’s pupils dart to my lace-topped hold-ups. An appreciative hiss slides from his lips. His hot and greedy gaze on my skin is addictive. ‘Look what you do to me.’ His hand slides beneath the band of his sweats and grips his cock.

‘Let me see you,’ I demand breathily.

‘Take your bra off,’ he bites out, eyes blazing.

I glance at the door. ‘What if someone walks in?’

‘I guess that’s a risk we’ll just have to take.’ He shrugs casually, but there’s nothing casual about the set of his jaw, the throbbing in his throat, or the way his breath comes in ragged bursts. ‘Unhook that bra, baby, please. I’ve been dying to see your perfect tits from the second you walked onto that stage at the Luxor Lounge.’ He drags his feet from the desk, plants them on the floor and straightens himself in the chair.

His uninhibited desire sets my core clenching. I want to show him. I want to give him everything he wants, I’m just not sure I’m ready to give himeverythingright now.

But I can give him this.

My fingers fiddle with the clasp until it pops open and my breasts burst free. My nipples immediately stand to attention. Silently begging for his touch.

He licks his lips. ‘My god, you’re so fucking beautiful. On the desk.’ He nods for me to perch on the edge of it. ‘Spread those legs. Let me see you.’

This is so fucking hot.

He’s so fucking hot.

The fact that any of the staff could walk in is so fucking hot.

‘You can look,’ I tell him with more confidence than I feel. ‘But you can’t touch, okay?’ I back up to the desk until the solid wood hits the backs of my thighs. I’m going to draw this out. Drive him demented with desire, the way he does to me.

‘Fine. I won’t touch you, if that’s what you want. But I’m telling you now, Scarlett, before you leave this office, you’ll be begging me to touch you, lick you, or fuck you.’

My skin simmers with heat as his huge hands grip my waist, hoisting me up onto the desk. Our eyes lock and hetears his hands away and raises his upturned palms in the air in surrender. I sit back and part my thighs slightly.

‘Wider,’ he commands. ‘Show me how wet that pretty pussy is for me.’ My thighs part and his head dips closer until his face is inches from my sex. His breath brushes over me and every single hair on my body pricks to attention. Every single cell begs to be touched. ‘Move the lingerie to the side, or I will. But if my fingers get anywhere near your pussy again, it will take the entire fucking army to drag me away.’

I reach for the lace and pull it to the side, exposing myself to him. He hisses again. ‘Fuck, Scarlett, even the sight of you turns my world upside down.’ A pained look pinches his face.

‘Your turn. I want to see what’s mine.’Mine.That word feels so good rolling from my tongue.

Something like approval flits across his features. His hand jerks his cock free and oh my fucking god, it’s enormous. My jaw falls open as I take in the length, the sheer thickness, the slick, shiny tip, glinting with precum. Every furious vein commands my attention.

I watch entranced as he grips himself and pumps. My eyes roll upwards, imagining what it would feel like to touch him, to take him.

I want him so badly.

My eyes flutter closed as lust rages against logic in my head.

‘Want to play a game?’ he whispers.

‘What sort of a game?’

‘One where we both get to come so hard we see stars.’ Those huge pupils pin me in a promising stare. I squirm on the desk, searching for friction.

‘How do we play?’ My voice is thick with want.

‘You can either play with yourself, if you really don’t want me to touch you again. Or we can play with each other.’ Heshifts closer, dragging the chair with him beneath his backside, his sweats sitting beneath his cock.

I drink him in. ‘I don’t know how to play with you,’ I admit, sinking my teeth into my lower lip.

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