Page 63 of Reclaiming Izabel

“Yes, here,” he growled. Shoving my legs apart, he buried his face between my thighs.

“Oh, God!” His tongue jolted every nerve ending in my body, sending my spine arching. I struggled to silence my moan. I stared at the door straight ahead, then at the dark head movingbetween my legs. The sight was too erotic. I failed to resist and surrendered to the addictive licks of his tongue.

“Drake…stop…we’re…” My orgasm swept through me. I convulsed with the pleasure of Drake sucking my clit. My head fell back. My limbs quaked. A loud moan escaped me, but I didn’t care anymore. He enslaved me in the sweetest torture. My legs barely stopped trembling when Drake lowered them.

I braced on my elbows, heard a zipper, saw his enormous erection, and then I was hauled off the table like a rag doll.

My legs wrapped around his waist just as my back hit the wall.

He drove into me.

All I could do was cling to him as he rammed into me again and again. The delicious friction delivered by the thick slide of his cock wrenched another orgasm from me. Drake grunted with each thrust. With one final drive, he planted himself deep, shoved his face into the curve of my neck, and released into me.

My pussy throbbed and clamped around his girth.

As our shudders dissipated and our breathing evened out, Drake pressed into me one more time before he withdrew and lowered me to the floor.

“We…we…” I stuttered, trying to wrap my mind around what happened.

“Fucked in your office?” he supplied. There was not one iota of remorse on his face. In its stead was pure male satisfaction.

“I can’t believe we did that,” I whispered. I stared stupidly at the cum dripping between my legs. Drake walked away and returned with tissues. He knelt in front of me and began cleaning me up.

“Every time you sit behind your desk, you’ll think of me with my face smashed against your pussy, eating and licking every bit of you.” He reached between my legs and pushed his fingers inside me.

Both of us groaned. Drake’s eyes hooded. “Fuck, baby, this is so sexy.” He continued sliding his fingers in and out of me.

I half-heartedly tried to pull his fingers away, but what he was doing felt so good. “Drake, you need to stop.”

He removed his fingers, righted my skirt, and stood. Towering above me, he glanced around my office like a beast who had marked its territory. “I feel better about leaving you here with that son of a bitch on the same floor.”

“Your inner caveman has gone into overdrive,” I muttered. Drake had always been crazy possessive, but this was taking it to a whole new level.

He tipped my chin up. “Baby, I’d say this was pretty tame. I saw red when I saw his hands on you. It was either bloodshed or nailing you against the wall. Take your pick.”

“Don’t be crude.”

His lips twisted derisively. “Maybe I’ve changed. Past three years stripped me to my most basic needs. The only thing that’s keeping me human is you, and I’m not losing you. Got me?”

“Kyle never stood a chance,” I admitted.

Drake’s eyes softened and a heart-stopping grin broke through his face.

It made me felt giddy.

I loved him still.

“Walk with me.” Drake linked our fingers and, together, we headed to the door. “I wanna assure your assistant you’re okay.”

I glanced at him questioningly.

“You weren’t exactly quiet, Iza.” He smirked.

My cheeks flamed as he opened the door. Cindy couldn’t meet our eyes and her cheeks were red, too.

“Uhm, Marcus wants to see you…after you’re done…” my PA told Drake. “…talking to your wife.”

“Thanks, Cindy.” Drake grinned charmingly before kissing my cheek. By my ear, he murmured, “I’m keeping your panties.”

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