Page 52 of The Ice Queen in the Corner Office

She nodded, licking her lips. “Right now, it’s exactly what I want. I’ll let you know if it stops being what I want.”

“Take off your panties,” I said.

She smiled and slid the red scrap off one hip at a time and then down her legs. She sat all the way up to push them off her ankles to the floor and pressed her face dangerously close to contact with my cock. I swallowed hard to resist demanding she put her mouth on me. I wasn’t finished with this game, yet.

Slowly, she lay back down, and let her hands fall to her sides, looking up at me expectantly. “Get yourself off,” I said. “The way you do it when you’re too tired to fire up your vibrator, the way you do it when you’re in bed alone, wishing I was there with you.”

She didn’t make any smart-ass retort. She kept her gaze trained on mine as she returned one hand to her breast and the other to the glorious, pink folds below me. She licked her lips and began to rub in small circles. I watched her hand work, watched one and then two fingers disappear inside of her sweet body, while she pressed the heel of her hand against her clit. I watched until I thought I was going to explode.

When I couldn’t stand it anymore and her heavy pants let me know she was getting close, I dropped my sweats to my knees, revealing my lack of undies, because who had time or energy to put on boxers with a broken ankle? I stroked myself as she worked herself. I looked up at her long enough to see her eyes on my hand moving over my hard length, and then I returned to watching her hand move ever faster as she worked herself higher.

I moved my own hand faster and gasped out my release onto her belly at the same time as she screamed her own release.

“Fuck,” I said. “That has to be the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.”

She glanced down at her belly and smiled. “Guess we’ve continued this teenage reenactment with mutual masturbation. What’s next? Dry humping with our clothes on?”

I wanted to put her over my shoulder and carry her to the shower, I wanted to grab a damp towel and clean off her stomach, but I was short a working ankle.

Instead, I grinned at her and pushed her body farther up the bed. I dropped my face to her center with no warning, lapping at the sweet taste of her release and driving her to another one before she’d even caught her breath. Once she’d screamed for the second time, I slid up her body and kissed her.

“You aren’t leaving this bed until I say you can.” I wanted to be sexy and thrust into her while she was still pulsing with her release, but I wasn’t an idiot. “We’re going to need some condoms.”

Her smile was instant and so sweet that my heart flipped. “Where are they?”

“In the cabinet under the bathroom sink.” She grinned and slid out from under me. I watched her perfectly-shaped ass as she walked, fully naked, to the bathroom, and I smiled when she returned seconds later, condom box in hand, her body still dirty from me.

“A fifty pack. You are nothing if not ambitious.”

I grinned back at her. I could fucking love this woman, I realized. I should have been afraid of that thought, but I wasn’t. I should have thought about how badly it would hurt when she walked away, but that wasn’t my style. “Get that smart-ass of yours back in my bed, baby.”

She took her time, but she got back in the bed and slid back under me like it was the only place she belonged. “Put the condom on me,” I said. “With your teeth.”

Her smile was radiant as she slipped a condom out of the box, ripped it open with her teeth and slid down under me. The first thing I felt on me, though, wasn’t latex, it was the warmth of her lips and her mouth wrapping around the head of my cock. It felt so good, I almost lost it like an actual teenager.

She pulled me farther into that beautiful mouth, sucking and licking, and driving me out of my mind.

“Put the condom on.” I was going for demanding, but my voice was weak, all my everything focused on the movement of her mouth on me. I hated myself for stopping her, but I wanted to be inside her. She listened to me, releasing me with a pop before I felt the latex pushed on and lowered to my base with her lips and her tongue.

When she slid back up, her smile was huge, her eyes bright with mischief. Was this the woman beneath the mask? Was this the person she hid? It should be a crime for her to ever put that mask back on. “You’ve been very bad,” I said. “I should punish you.”

Her eyes lit, and she bit her bottom lip. Damn. I’d been joking, but she looked…Interested.

“Do you want me to punish you?”

She nodded, her cheeks pinking. “Just spanking,” she said in a low voice. “That’s all I’ve ever tried, but I liked it.”

God, I hated the reminder that she’d ever been with another man, but loved that she was so vocal about what she liked, that she was experienced enough to know what she wanted.

I’d never spanked a woman before, never even considered it, but I would do anything to feel her fall apart under my hands. I grabbed her hips and flipped her. “Head down, ass in the air,” I said. I tried to keep my voice hard, but the sight of her glorious ass all exposed to me like that undid me. I slapped her right cheek like I was swatting a gnat, gently, with no follow through. She sighed.

“Harder.”

“I thought I was the one in charge here.” But I raised my hand and brought it down hard. She moaned and shuddered and I…I flinched at the sight of her cheek red from my hand. I rubbed it, a silent apology, and she sighed. I slid a finger along her cleft, dipping into her wetness and then bringing the finger to my mouth. I needed to taste her again, needed her so damn bad.

“You’re in charge,” she said. “And I’ve been very bad. Punishment is the only thing I understand.”

Damn, I never thought I’d find a woman too freaky for me, but Jill might come close. I raised my other hand and slapped her hard on the other cheek. She groaned and shuddered, and a thrill raced through me to see her come apart like that.

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