Page 33 of Praise Me: Soldier

“I stole your co-worker's security card.”

“Of course you did,” I giggle into his neck. Why am I crying? How am I laughing and tearing up at the same time? “I’m sorry I wasn’t outside at five pm. They—”

“I know. I heard them talking.”

I pull back, chewing on my lip. “And you came to rescue me?”

“Which way to the dragon I need to slay?” His smile slowly fades. “Why are there tears in your eyes, baby? Did I scare you that much?”

“No,” I whisper, shaking my head. “I’m just relieved you’re here. I’ve felt really alone today. Alone used to feel normal, but I know what it’s like to be withyounow.”

Tenderness blasts across his face and he kisses me hard. “You’ll never be lonely again. Not even at work. There’s something called FaceTime I learned about today.”

“You need a phone to use FaceTime.”

He tucks his tongue into his cheek, looking a little smug. “Good. I got one.”

“Youdid?”

“Uh-huh. Planning on filling it with pictures of my girlfriend tonight.” He kisses the underside of my chin, his right hand rasping down the center of my bottom, tugging me closer so I can feel the stiffness between his legs. “As soon as she’s done working.”

“It might be another hour,” I say, with obvious regret, even as I flex my thighs and rub myself on that thick tower he keeps all for me.

“I’ve waited my whole life for you, July. I can wait another hour.”

I almost gasp from the sudden pressure in my chest. Welcome, happy pressure. I never expected a man to come along and remind me I’m someone worth waiting for, but he has. All I want to do is revel in the safe and cherished feeling he gives me. “Maybe I can take a dinner break.”

He half grins, nods. “I’ll take you out.”

I settle my mouth on top of his. “I’m not hungry.”

Obviously getting my message loud and clear, his chest begins to rise and fall. “I am. I’m starving.” He drags his mouth around to my ear. “For that delicious little cunt you’re hiding under your skirt.”

My breath is carried out of me on a whimper. I’ve never gotten wet so fast in my life. Except for maybe every other time I’ve been in this man’s presence. My tummy muscles pull like piano wire, my inner thighs turning the consistency of hot oil. I drop my head back and shake my hair out, one of my flats tumbling to the ground. It’s particularly satisfying to feel like a sex siren in the middle of this place, this office where I’ve only ever felt like a grunt. Someone who gets thrown a bone once in a while, but ultimately caves to the whims of her boss and co-workers.

“What are you thinking about?” Theo asks, his tongue dragging a path up the slope of my throat, teeth razing the patch of sensitive skin beneath my ear.

“I’m thinking…you make me feel powerful in a place I often feel powerless.”

For a snippet of time, he looks overcome. After a hard swallow, he says, “You do the same for me, July. I was in a world where I felt powerless. Lost.” He shakes his head. “But as long as I’ve got you, I’m a goddamn king.”

“You’ve got me,” I whisper against his mouth. “You’ve so got me.”

We kiss long and hungrily, right there in the aisle adjacent to my desk, his big hands molding my backside, giving it the occasional slap, the strike vibrating all the way to my wet sex, leading to me moaning and sinking deeper into the kiss, starved for his tongue.

“Where are you doing your presentation on Friday?” he asks, abruptly.

“Um…the conference room,” I respond, sending a confused glance over his shoulder toward the room in question. “Why?”

“Got an idea,” he says, turning on a heel and carrying me through the cubicles. The sun has begun to set, leaving the office in a hazy darkness, nothing like its usual artificial brightness, making the moment feel like a dream, especially when Theo kicks open the door to the conference room, using his foot to shut it behind us. In the near dark, he reaches beneath my skirt, taking a few moments to massage my hips, my cheeks, before pulling down my panties, sliding them slowly, slowly, to my ankles where I step out. Before I can take a breath, he yanks my skirt up to my waist with rough hands, settling me on the long table, moving a chair out of the way, so he can drop down to a kneel in front of me.

“What are you d-doing?” I pant, because I pretty much already know the answer to my question and my body tightens in preparation, my thighs already beginning to tremble.

“Scoot to the edge and let Daddy see that extra-tight pussy.”

I do what he tells me, because my body is compelled by the authority in his voice, the obsession in it, my bare buttocks dragging along the cool surface of the table and stopping at the very edge. “W-we’re really going to do this…here?”

“Fucking right we are.” He settles his palms on my knees and pushes them open, gritting a curse behind his teeth when he sees my naked flesh. Wet and waiting for him. “Because when you get nervous during your presentation on Friday, you’re going to remember me down on my knees worshipping you.” His open mouth trails down my inner thigh to my core, kissing my softness, groaning and kissing it again, deeper. “You’re going to remember you’ve got a man who knows you hung the fucking moon.” His tongue slides downward into my seam, parting me, lightly dragging the tip of his tongue through the middle, his gaze locking on mine as he presses a long finger into my pussy, working it in a circle, his knuckle rubbing side to side against my clit, shooting mind blowing sparks up to my nipples, my neck. “You’re going to remember how amazing you are, top to bottom.” He adds a second finger, pumping it in tight. “And goddamn, especially right here.”

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