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‘Exactly like that.’ I pause for a second, committing every inch of her to memory before burying my nose in her ass and my tongue in her pussy, reminding myself with every single stroke of my tongue that this will be theonlytime.

Chapter Thirteen

IVY

Caelon’s lips and tongue devour me like he’s enjoying this as much as I am. However good he is with his fingers, his oral skills are sublime.

‘Do you do this to all your nannies?’ I pant, my legs trembling.

His tongue pauses and I curse my big mouth for talking once again. ‘No.’ His voice is low and guttural.

I grip the edge of his desk, my head inches away from his computer screen, his keyboard between my knees. I hope to fuck it’s waterproof because I am saturated.

‘I’m so close,’ I hiss, bucking my ass back against his face. His fingers grab my hips and still them as his tongue slows to almost a stop.

‘You don’t come until I say you can.’ Every word causes his lips to brush over my clit, sending shock waves radiating down my thighs.

‘I won’t be able to help myself,’ I whisper.

‘Now you know how I feel, faced with this sight all damn day.’ He slaps my ass with the palm of his hand, hard enoughto sting in the sexiest way, while his other hand reaches for my breast, squeezing and kneading.

‘Let me take the edge off for you.’ I buck my hips backwards again.

‘No.’ His fingers still my hips and his mouth returns to my pussy. He offers one long, slow lick that sets my legs shaking again. ‘Next time you think about going out and getting fucked, I want you to think about this. Be a good girl and go up to your room and play with yourself instead. Got it?’

‘Yes.’ I’d agree to absolutely anything right now. Anything. The need to come is overriding all rationale.

‘Good girl,’ he purrs, slipping two fingers into my core and pumping as his lips capture my clit. ‘Now that’s settled, you can come now, Ivy, darling. Come all over my face,’ he commands, and I’m gone, spiralling into an earth-shattering release that shakes every cell. Explosives detonate from my core, sending shock waves in every direction. White hot pleasure bursts through my entire body, and as he continues to lap at me, I shake and shatter on him.

Even when I stop shuddering, his tongue still works me, licking, savouring, cleaning. Eventually, he stills, gives my ass another playful slap and then turns me over until I’m sitting, legs spread on his desk again.

He inspects my pussy carefully. Another woman might feel shy, but after having him tiptoe around me, barely looking at me for three weeks, being the focus of his unwavering perusal is hot as fuck.

‘I did mention I’m more than capable of cleaning up my own messes.’ He sounds oddly satisfied.

‘If you keep looking at me like that, there will be another one really fucking soon.’ My breath is ragged from my release.

His low chuckle resounds through the air. ‘Greedy girl. Now get out of here before I do something I’ll regret.’

‘Like what?’ I challenge him, parting my legs wider in a less than subtle invitation.

‘Like fuck my best friend’s sister.’

‘I won’t tell if you don’t,’ I promise.

‘It’s never going to happen, Ivy.’ His dark eyes fall to something beside his computer. I turn my head to see what he’s staring at. My gaze lands on a picture of his wife.

I swallow thickly, slide off his desk, pick my dress up from the floor and pull it over my head. The cold sting of rejection rapidly replaces my post-orgasm glow. Tall, Dark and Tortured is obviously not over Isabella.

It shouldn’t matter.

He’s my boss, not my boyfriend, for God’s sake.

This was supposed to be a release and nothing more.

The problem is, I want more. I’ve been crushing on him ever since I arrived. I want him inside me so badly it hurts.

And it’s never going to happen.

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