Page 55 of Forbidden Desires

I take him as far down my throat as I can, just the way I know he likes. His hands come to my hair. Pulling it into a ponytail behind my head, he grips on as I fuck him with my mouth. I stare up at him, watching his face, loving the pleasure I see in his dark eyes. He loves it when I suck his cock. It gets him all kinds of crazy worked up. He pushes himself a little further down my throat, and I gag, unable to take him all the way.

“Take it, sweet pea, all of me,” he coaxes me, and I try again, taking all of him just the way he likes. Then he releases me, and I lick my way back up his length.

“Where will I fuck you today? Against the wall? Or will I sit over there and have you ride me? Or do I spread you out over my desk, an all-time favorite of mine?”

As he contemplates the options, I continue sucking him, massaging his balls as I do. He growls and tugs at my hair, pulling me off him and helping me to stand before him. He undoes my skirt, letting it fall to the floor.

“I’ve got it. Up on my desk on all fours,” he instructs, his eyes sparkling with dark desire. “I want to taste you first.”

I don’t waste any time making my way to his desk. I hop up and crawl on all fours for him, my thong and bra still on. He comes around the desk, a smirk playing on his lips as he looks over my body, his hand landing on my ass, smacking me. “What was that for?” I gasp.

“Tempting me all afternoon. I haven’t been able to concentrate watching you walk around in that damn pencil skirt. He smacks the other cheek as well then rubs the skin as if he’s trying to ease the pain he’s just caused me. This is a game we play often, and he knows how much I like it.

He moves my thong out of the way, and I can feel his eyes on me. He likes to take his time getting me really worked up before he allows me my release. He runs his fingers through my wetness, circling my clit then pushing a finger inside me. I moan out loud in appreciation. Then his tongue is on me, lapping me up. He works me into a frenzy, licking, sucking, kissing me as he slides a single digit in and out of my pussy slowly. I lean into his desk, waves of pleasure rippling over me. Then he adds a second, twisting it deliciously, hitting my G-spot. I cry out, seeing stars.

“Shh, sweet pea.” His lips come to my ear. “You don’t want us to get caught now, do you?” His voice is serious, and as much as we know there’s no management around, there is still staff in the building.

“No,” I whimper, covering my mouth, knowing I won’t be able to stop with what he’s doing to me. It’s too good.

He kisses down my neck, still teasing me with his fingers. Then they're gone and he’s moving me backwards so my feet come to the floor, my body pressed against his desk. My body tingles all over. I want so badly to be filled up by him. The tip of his cock torments my pussy, sliding through my juices. “Brody, fuck me,” I beg in a hushed voice. I can’t stand it any longer. I need him now.

He chuckles, getting way too much pleasure out of tormenting me. Then he pushes forward, filling me, and I gasp out loud, quickly covering my mouth with my hand. His hand wraps around my neck, and he holds me close as he fucks me with perfect precision. Long, deep strokes hitting me right in my core and sending shockwaves through my body.

He bites my earlobe. “Cum for me, sweet pea. Now,” he growls, and I do, a flood of euphoria coming over me. My body throbs and tightens around his cock, pulsing in waves.

Then his mouth is back on me eating me up, and he laps up my juices greedily like it’s his last supper. He spins me around so I’m facing him and pushes me back to the desk, my legs spread wide. He plunges deep inside me again. His lips meet mine, and I kiss him, tasting my arousal. He’s like a man possessed tonight. I feel his body tense as he moves forward, filling me with his release.

He doesn’t pull away from me when he’s done, he keeps kissing me, and when he eventually pulls back, his expression is filled with more than dark lust. “You’re perfection, Gisele,” he whispers.

I love it when he says that. I stare back up at him, lost in his eyes. Something has shifted from when we started this a month ago. That felt different, more meaningful somehow. And I hope it’s not just me that feels like that, because I know I’m getting attached to him. Gone is any thought of ever returning home and doing that show with my father. I’m all his, and I’m here with him for good. I just hope he feels the same.

He kisses me deeply, and I cling to him, wishing I could stay like this with him forever. The music from the wedding stops, and I know I can’t.

He checks his watch. “Better get back to it,” he says, looking as disappointed as I feel.

I fix myself up and rush back down to the wedding to double-check it’s all under control before I can take off for the night. Happy couples are still hanging out on the dance floor even though the music's off and last call has been made. I find our bride and groom in the center and approach them. “Hope you both had a wonderful night,” I offer, all smiles.

“We did. Thank you for everything you did for us, Gisele, you’re a godsend. This has been the best night of my life,” Danny, my bride says, sounding a little tipsy.

“Thanks, Gisele. I’m going to get this one back to our room,” Sam, our groom, agrees, taking his bride in his arms. She waves goodbye to me, and I laugh.

Our kitchen staff have all cleaned up and headed home, and I know Noah will be here soon to walk me to my car, a sentiment that doesn’t get lost on me. For all Brody's overbearing behaviors, this one I’m okay with. Sometimes, toward the end of the night, weddings can get a little rowdy. I definitely feel safer knowing I have Noah around. I go to turn back to the kitchen to grab my bag and bump into Victor.

“Victor, you surprised me. I didn’t realize you were working tonight.” I check my watch. “Not this late, anyway. Normally it’s just me and the bar staff and security this time of night,” I say nervously.

He looks me over, his gaze unreadable. “I had a few things to attend to. You know how it is with this place, never a dull moment.”

I laugh awkwardly. “Sure thing.”

“It’s so nice to see you have made yourself at home here in Deception Bay. Tonight’s couple seemed thrilled with their special day. You’re such a wonderful addition to our team.”

“Thank you. I really enjoy helping people with their wedding.” I smile awkwardly, unsure where this is going or why he’s here. He never comes down to the conference center.

“That’s just perfect. It makes me so happy to know Brody has found a delightful girl like yourself.”

My heart races as I stare back at him. “As his events coordinator?” I play dumb, even though by the uncomfortable way he scrutinizes me, I know exactly what he is implying.

“Come on, dear. We both know you’re much more than just his coordinator.” He winks at me, and I throw up a little in my mouth. For the love of God, why is he messing with me?

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