Page 22 of Forbidden Temptations

She took him back into her mouth. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked hard, head bobbing up and down while fisting his root, making up whatever she lacked in experience with enthusiasm.

“Mmm… yes, yes, yes… just like that…” Richard groaned, almost as much for her benefit as for his, the words just tumbling out as he melted back into his chair. His hands lost themselves in the silky softness of her hair. He gathered up and pushed back a wing of dark chocolate that had fallen out of place, before fisting it as the flat of her tongue swirled around his crest once, twice, thri-oh fuck!

The sensation came upon him so quickly, he didn't have a chance to voice a warning before his hot cum fired into her greedy mouth. His orgasm ripped through him hard enough for black spots to dance before his eyes, but Rebecca accepted everything he had to give her.

She drank every drop. Swallowing greedily as it flowed, sucking when the tide ebbed. And all the while watching him, those big doe eyes bright with… what?

Satisfaction at having brought him to orgasm so easily?

Or excitement about future possibilities?

Only when she had finally milked him dry and his fingers slipped from her hair did she release his still firm erection and stand back up. Taking the napkin from the uneaten sandwich, she wiped her lovely rosy lips clean. Stepping around his chair, she lent down and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek.

“I better get back. See you later, Mr Martin.”

“Rebecca wait-” Richard started, but her cute little derriere was already sashaying out the office, the door slamming shut behind her.

His fist hit the desk, hard enough to make the structure tremble. “Shit!”

You stupid bloody bastard,he cursed inwardly as guilt and shame raked him with claws of ice and fire, respawning the sicking knot deep in his guts. How the fuck could he have been so stupid to have let that happen, again?

A ping sounded from the computer, making Richard’s heart leap into his throat. His head snapped up to see the icon for the unfinished report flash. The ping was a pre-programed reminder to warn the user whenever a file had been open and inactive for too long.

Richard contemplated it for a second. “Fuck it!”

Tapping a few keys, he deleted his notes, closed the document and forwarded it in an email to Scarlet’s inbox.

They were right. It wasn’t his job anymore. What the fuck did it matter, anyway?

Shoving himself into his trousers and refastening his belt, he grabbed his untouched sandwich and took a bite.

Only, he’d lost his appetite.

“We’reheadingoff,Dick.Catch you later.”

Richard looked up from his monitor just in time to glimpse McClaine and Sing trot out the office with backhanded waves, like schoolboys ditching detention. “You guys off already?”

“Already?Do me a favour, Dick, take a day off, will ya.”

“Go see the girls at Spearmint Rhino. They do your sort of favours, mate, not me.”

McClaine shot him a look that could curdle custard, then raised his hand, pulled back his cuff and pointed to his TAG Heuer watch face. “See this? It’s past five. That’s clocking off time in my book. You might be prepared to work yourself ragged, but I’ve got better things to do than kill myself for old Walrus Face and little miss Tight Ass. Some of us have a life, ya know, see ya.”

“You live with your mother!” Resisting the urge to flip him the finger, Richard turned back to his desk, his eyes landing on a mountain of paperwork. Work he’d been putting off while obsessing over the Prometheus Account.

He checked his own wristwatch, a Seiko his old man had given him for his eighteenth birthday. Sure enough, it was five thirteen in the afternoon. He’d been at it for five hours, five bloody hours, and hadn’t even made a dent.

Bugger.

Exhaling a long, suddenly exhausted breath, he reclined back in his seat and pushed a hand through his hair. He supposed he should follow their lead and go home. This work could wait a night, and Alice would be on her way home soon enough, after she’d picked up Alex from her parents and battled her way up the stretch of M5 that connected Bristol and Gloucester, through the last of the rush hour traffic. They’d have a nice family dinner before sitting down to… what? Talk about their day?

That’s good darling. My day? It was ok. I struggled a bit with that report, but Rebecca gave me a blowjob when she popped by. So all in all…

The thought had a dry laugh billowing up his throat.

How could he look Alice in the eyes again? Hold their son again?

No, he couldn’t. Not now, not after…

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