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“A breast man?” I pant, not recognizing the sound of my own voice, enjoying the sensation of having a man devouring me like this.

“A breast man, an ass man…” he says as his hands move down my body, and he palms my butt cheeks, pulling them to him and grinding me into him. The feeling of him controlling the friction over his hard length takes my breath away before he latches on to one nipple and sucks hard, grabbing both my breast and my ass. I gasp and look at him, seeing a wicked gleam in his eye.

With our eyes hooked on each other’s, I feel his hand move across my body and slowly slide across my hip, under the fabric of my dress.

“A pussy man…” he adds, tone like gravel, and I swallow as his fingers gently swipe across the outside of my underwear, and I nod.

“Yes… please,” I tell him, sounding embarrassingly needy, not knowing if he’s asking, but telling him I want more.

“Fuck, Daisy, you’re so wet.” With a groan, his lips crash into mine, and I grab on to his shoulders as he rubs me.

“More, Connor, more,” I pant against his lips, wondering what’s happening to my voice and how I’ve become a porn star all of a sudden. I guess this is what happens when a man showers you in lust like you’ve never experienced before. I’m usually quiet with men. Letting them lead. Most experiences I’ve had were missionary, never feeling comfortable to explore anything else and them not really wanting me on top or to do anything remotely exciting. But with Connor, my true self seems to come out, and I can’t help it.

I want him, and I want him to do everything with me.

When I feel his hand swipe beneath the material of my underwear, his fingers hitting my center, I almost explode just from the simple touch.

“Such a good girl for signing the contract, Daisy. We’re going to have so much fun together,” he murmurs, and if this is the kind of fun he’s thinking, then sign me up a million times over.

“Yes… oh God, yes,” I moan as his finger plays with me, teasingly slow, achingly tantalizing.

“Hmmmm, are you a greedy girl? Tell me what you want, baby girl.” His accent is thick in this moment, purring against my lips, and I’m about ten seconds from losing myself to this man.

“You… I want… you,” I pant. The men on the phone are still talking, their conversation a very distant distraction as my breaths quicken, my orgasm building.

“God, I want to fuck you every way I know how… Your pussy is so wet for me. I’m never going to be able to look at this desk without wanting you spread out naked for me to enjoy like this,” he says as he slides a finger inside of me, and I gasp. His mouth is on mine in an instant, swallowing my moans, capturing my whimpers as he slides a second finger in, then pulls them out, rubbing them against my clit and then doing the same move over and over again.

“That feels so good,” I groan as my fingers dig into his hair, pulling his head to me harder, not wanting any space between us. If anyone was to walk in right now, they would certainly get a sight. My breasts are still out, pushed against his chest, my dress half-open, legs spread for him. He’s still fully dressed, although his hair is disheveled and his hand is in my underwear, but I care very little at this point as I run my other hand down his torso until I hit his belt buckle.

“I want to feel you,” I tell him as I rub my hand on the outside of his trousers. He’s big and rock-hard, all for me.

“Mm, I want that too, but not now. Now, it's just about you.” His movements speed up, and he rubs my clit harder.

“Oh shit…” I gasp, never experiencing anything like this. “Connor…” My release is so close. I don’t think I’ve ever come so fast or so easily under someone else’s touch.

“That's it, baby girl. Come for me… on my fingers… right here on my desk. Let go for me.”

Moaning, I slap my hands on the desk behind me, leaning back on both hands, letting him play me like he wants to. His fingers continue rubbing my clit, and his head lowers, taking my nipple in his mouth again and biting. That’s all I need to let go.

“Connor!” I gasp, holding back the scream tearing through me. My legs shake, the orgasm so intense my mind goes blank. I do as he asks and come on his fingers, right here on his desk, during his business call. The emotions are thick, my body humming, and I wonder if this is all a dream. I swallow as I slowly come back to earth, Connor continuing to kiss up my throat to my mouth before he pulls back slightly to look into my eyes.

I grin, in a total daze, and he smiles.

“Best damn conference call I’ve had in a while,” he says as he moves his hand from my center and brings his fingers to his lips, sucking me from his skin. I watch, enraptured. It’s at this moment I know that the contract I signed earlier was the best decision I’ve ever made.

24

CONNOR

Ican barely get her out of my mind.

After hearing her moans on my desk last night, I kissed her for what felt like all night until I had another conference call with our international supply chain that I couldn’t miss and had to actually participate in. So I buttoned her up and watched her walk away from me, out of my office and down the hall to the garden path, then from my window until she walked inside her accommodations.

Now as I pound the ground, I nearly race to get to the hedge that surrounds our homes so I can see her doing her yoga this morning. I wonder if she’s wearing the black or red matching set, then thinking about how good she looks in green and wondering if she’ll let me peel it from her body and suck on her perfect breasts like last night. God, I could die happy just kissing her body.

But as I turn around the hedge, the little grassy patch that she’s made her own these past few weeks is empty. I slow my steps, walking toward her area, panting as I cool down from my run. Looking around, I can’t see her. I wipe the sweat from my brow with my t-shirt, before peeling it from my body and tucking it into my shorts, then walk to the house, wondering if she’s in a different space today.

The garden on the other side is empty, as is the kitchen garden she seems to like so much. Frowning, I walk through the offices, seeing no one here yet. All the lights are still off and her office sits empty. My panic grows as I notice the spa is still locked up without lights on, and I pull out my cell, checking our shared work diary to see if she had to go to some kind of early meeting I didn’t know about. But there’s nothing scheduled. She should be doing yoga, should be out enjoying the sunrise.

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