Page 84 of Red King

I chuckle. “What are you talking about? I have and more than once.”

He gives me a half-smile that has everything in me pulling tight. “More reasons for that spanking. I assure you that you’re the exception to the rule. No one else would fucking dare.”

“What about Cathy? Surely—”

He shakes his head.

“Marcel, then?”

“Not a chance. You can turn the lock if it will make you feel more comfortable.”

I look back at the door. I should go and lock it. I could lose my job.

Shit!

I should do the right thing. What is it about this man that makes me want to do stupid things?

I unbuckle his belt and then undo the clasp and lower the zipper. He lifts his ass off the desk enough for me to pull down his pants. I keep my eyes on his. Then I lower down to my knees in front of him.

Oh, my god. I’m going to give my boss a blow job. This isn’t me.

I’m all in, though, I decide as I watch his throat work. It gives me a sense of power to see the effect I have on such a powerful man. His hands tighten on the edge of his desk.

Arctic pushes out a breath when I grip his cock in my hand. I lean forward just a little, and he makes this noise that smacks of desperation. I love it.

I lean in slowly…slowly…slowly. I can feel him watching me. Then I lick the head of his cock. Arctic’s breath hitches, his body tense as I tease him with my lips, never fully taking him into my mouth but rather keeping him right on the edge.

“You want this, don’t you?” I murmur, looking up at him as my mouth closes over his tip.

“Yes! Holy shit! Fuck me with your mouth, Paisley,” he grinds out under his breath.

His eyes are locked onto mine, filled with such need, such urgency.

I cup his balls with my other hand. They’re tight.

I decide to go all the way and deep throat Arctic. He groans. Then I pull back completely, doing it again and again. Just as his breathing starts to roughen, I take one of his balls into my mouth.

“Fuck,” he whispers as I move my hand up and down his shaft in easy strokes. His dick is wet from my saliva and from the pre-cum that leaks from him.

I move back to his tip and suck on it gently, careful not to catch him with my teeth. After a time, I palm his balls and deep throat him again. Arctic is groaning and grunting. His hips are rocking a little. His hands are still tight, fists still holding onto his desk. He rocks his hips just a little.

“Paisley…shit…that feels good,” he groans.

I look up, and his head has fallen back. He bites down on his lower lip. I’ve never seen anything so sexy in all of my life. He’s it. He’s dangerous. I definitely could get too caught up in this. For now, I’m not going to think about it.

He grips my head with one of his big hands. “So…so…good,” he moans. His hand tightens a little on my head, but he doesn’t try to pull on me or hold me in place. “I’m going to come. You should probably stop now.” His hips are rocking a little faster, and his voice sounds strained.

I keep sucking on him for all I am worth.

I look up at him from under my lashes. He’s looking down at me, breathing hard. I’m so turned on it’s insane.

“You should stop,” he warns. Then Arctic grits his teeth for a few seconds, “Going to…” Then he groans deeply and comes in my mouth in hot spurts.

I swallow him down in greedy gulps. My hand is stroking his base, and my mouth keeps working as much of him as I can get into my mouth.

“Holy fuck!” Arctic groans. “Fuuuuuck, Paisley!”

I slow and then ease off him, licking my lips.

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