Page 53 of Passionate Defense

“You’re soaked, Miss Langston.” He draped the leg nearest to him over his thigh and delved into her wetness with gentle, stroking fingers. “Bend your other leg. I’m going to play and need you wide open.”

Already rampant with need, from his game and the amazing things he was doing to her with his agile fingers, she obeyed without question. When she was spread for him, he dipped two fingers inside. Ethan knew exactly how to push her to the brink, finding that special spot and concentrating his efforts there until she pressed her face against his neck and released an impassioned groan.

“Sip your wine, Miss Langston. It might help contain those sexy noises you make when you come.”

More concerned about the wet noises his fingers made as they moved inside her, she reached for her glass with trembling fingers and took a big gulp. It didn’t help. She doubted anything could at this point. Struggling for control over her body, she tensed—belly, thighs, interior muscles—making her more aware of the plug filling and stretching her. Convinced she couldn’t hold on a second longer, her fingers dug into his forearm and she bit her lips, to contain her cries when pleasure overtook her. Knowing right where she was, he withdrew and resumed the slow, torturous circling of her clit.

She didn’t know how long he played, keeping her on edge while teasing her mercilessly in the middle of the crowded restaurant. Vaguely, she sensed him shift beside her. The next instant, the plug in her ass, which surprise, surprise, was also a vibrator, came to life. It was too much. All she could do was cling to him, fighting the overwhelming need to come.

“Ethan,” she whimpered, unable to hold it back any longer. “I’m going to...”

His free hand rose to the back of her neck, and his fingers tangled in her hair. He tugged gently until her head fell back against his arm. With his lips against hers, he gave her the permission she sought. “You may come, baby, but try to do so quietly.”

As Lanie groaned, he smothered the sound with his lips. Her hand at his chest flexed, twisting and crumpling his lapel as the added vibrations made her orgasm even more intense. Her muscles clamped around the invading toy with each spasm and her pussy gripped his plunging fingers. When the tremors receded, she leaned weak and limp against him.

“Very nice, Miss Langston. You’re well on your way to keeping your job.”

Before revving her up again, which was a common occurrence, he removed his fingers. He had a habit of tasting her and didn’t pass this chance up. He brought his fingers to his lips, licked them as someone would when eating fried chicken, then reached for his glass. After a long swallow, he kissed her. The taste of the wine and herself on his lips made her pussy convulse with an aftershock.

“Mm,” he growled against her mouth. “A delicious apéritif, so intoxicating. Are you ready for the main course?”

Her hand shifted, sweeping down to his belt. He tensed beneath her hand and groaned.

“Lanie, I meant food this time.”

“Maybe I’m hungry for this.”

“You can have me for dessert at home.”

“Are you sure, Mr. Fischer?” She slid her hand under his linen napkin and found him, rubbing the heel of her hand along his hard length. “I could drop my fork and then... Well, what happens under the table could be our little secret, sir.”

“While I commend your initiative, Miss Langston, I think we’ve pressed our luck quite enough for one evening. Besides, I had a different finale in mind, which involves you naked on top of my desk. So, we’ll wait.”

He waited until she adjusted her skirt to a more modest position before signaling to their waiter.

What followed was the fastest dinner on record, with Ethan requesting the check when their entrée arrived. In the car on the way home, he made her sit on her hands after her wandering fingers made him swerve onto the shoulder—twice. The garage door hadn’t fully closed when they were out of the car, both on the driver’s side.

Lanie couldn’t wait to go inside. She jumped into his arms. Somehow, with her legs wrapped around his waist and their mouths sealed together, Ethan unlocked the door and carried her to his study.

He didn’t set her on her feet, but on all fours on top of his desk, disregarding the few papers in a neatly stacked pile. With hurried, eager movements he shoved her skirt up to her waist. Then he paused, feasting his eyes on her bare behind and the plug that remained.

In between nipping, nibbling kisses, he demanded, “Take a letter, Miss Langston.”

“Now?” Lanie gasped in surprise.

“Yes, now.” He swatted her once on each bare cheek, avoiding the plug, but she felt its shifting presence, nonetheless.

From her awkward position, she reached into the center desk drawer and came up with a pen and a legal pad. Poised for dictation, as if she really was his secretary, she gasped as Ethan tapped the end of the plug. Next, he slid her back toward him and lowered her feet to the floor. With her bent in half, her chest to the gleaming wood desktop, it wasn’t hard to guess what came next.

He sank into her, not stopping until his thighs touched hers and his balls were snug up against her pussy. She exhaled a shuddering breath as his hands massaged the twin globes of her ass.

“That plug has made you so damn tight. I won’t last long,” he said in a voice husky with passion. Ethan pulled out slowly and slid quickly back inside then began his dictation.

“Address it to the director of human resources. Dear sir. It has come to my attention that Miss Elaine Langston has not received proper compensation for her outstanding performance as my personal assistant. She is too valuable an asset to lose. Therefore, effective immediately, double her salary, give her stock options, whatever it takes to keep her and her D cup breasts, gloriously tight pussy, and gorgeous ass in my employ. If you need to discuss it further, I’ll be in my office fucking her assets on top of my desk.”

“Ethan,” she cried in surprised over the f-bomb then convulsed in laughter.

“Are you giggling?” He smacked her ass lightly as he continued to glide in and out. “I demand respect, especially while I’m drilling you from behind.”

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