Page 203 of Ruin Me Gently

I swallowed hard, pulse hammering as I moved.

Every shift of my body was a confession, every inch forward was surrender.

Her lips curved into the cruelest, most beautiful thing I’d ever seen.

I reached her on my hands and knees, and slowly, she lifted the hem of her dress and parted her legs, just enough to show me exactly how wet she was through the fabric of her underwear.

Fuck.

My hands shifted against the floor, nails biting into the hardwood as she shifted her underwear to the side and dragged her fingers through her wetness, parting herself, letting me see everything.

She lifted them to her mouth, tasting herself before sliding them back down, plunging inside her pussy in one, deliberate stroke. Then another. Deep and unhurried like she had all the time in the world.

A wrecked groan ripped from my throat and my forehead almost dropped to the floor, but she tangled her free hand through my hair, tugging me back up, forcing me to watch.

“Open,” she murmured.

I parted my lips, and she slid her fingers between them, pressing down on my tongue, slick and warm andher.My whole body trembled as I sucked them in, tasting her, swallowing her down like I’d die without it.

Low, muffled voices drifted in from the outside of my office. People were close.

Shit.

Heat surged through me. The risk. The knowledge that if she wanted, she could open that door and expose me just like this—on my knees, hard and aching, desperate, with my mouth wrapped around her fingers.

She leaned down, breath ghosting the shell of my ear, her voice a whisper of pure sin. “Do you still want to be good for me?”

I nodded eagerly, eyes widening as I hummed my response.

Her fingers slipped from my mouth, dragging along my bottom lip and my tongue flicked out, tasting the last traces of her.

Her voice curled around me like a thread of silk. “If you want to stop at any point, just tell me, okay?”

I nodded once, twice, my whole body attuned to her, to this sharp, unbearable edge of wanting.

“I need your words,” she murmured.

“Yes. I’lltell you,” I rasped.

Her fingers tightened, threading deeper into my hair. My scalp prickled as she moved, stepping around me, dragging me with her like she was inspecting her prize. My thighs burned, but I stayed exactly where she led me, knees scuffing against the floor.

And then she yanked. A sharp, sudden pull that sent me lurching forward, my knees sliding, scrambling to follow, hands barely catching against the floor before I lost my balance entirely. My heart thudded against my ribs erratically, cock throbbing as excitement licked up my spine, hot and unbearable.

I barely had time to suck in another breath before she did it again, dragging me exactly where she wanted, forcing my body to obey. My scalp burned, my pulse stuttered and fuck—fuck—I was so goddamn hard it hurt.

The edge of the desk pressed against my shoulder, the wood cool beneath my palms as I braced myself, panting, waiting, aching.

She stepped in closer, the soft fabric of her dress grazing my jaw.

Her voice dipped low. “Look at you. So pretty for me.”

A fresh shudder rolled through me.Pretty.It killed me every single time I heard it. Murdered my nerves in ways I didn’t think were possible.

“Back on your knees.”

I obeyed, muscles straining as I lifted back up, the ache a dull throb beneath the weight of my own want.

My gaze flickered to the door—just for a second.

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