Page 28 of Scandalous Secrets

His hand reached for the handle of his office door and he swung it closed. The sound of the lock clicking filled my ears and my face suddenly felt flushed. He took a slow but determined step toward me with a new look in his eyes. I swallowed hard and took a step back until my backside was against the edge of his desk.

His hands reached for my hips, sliding up the sides of my body, his fingers grazing my bare skin underneath my blouse. My breath hitched at his touch and I had to forcibly bring my eyes to meet his, knowing I was about to crumble under the weight of them.

“I’ve wanted this so badly,” he said, his voice gruff.

“You have?” I whispered.

“Don’t act like you haven’t noticed,” he said, his hands running back down the sides of my body. “Don’t act like you haven’t knocked the air out of me just by walking through my door. Or that I haven’t grown hard imagining what was under these tight little skirts.”

I swallowed hard as his hands moved down my skirt, shifting it up toward my hips before his fingertips grazed the hem at mid-thigh.

“Don’t act like I haven’t wanted to fuck you every single meeting, every single call, every single business lunch.”

His words alone were enough to make me explode into a million pieces right here against this desk. Now his hands were moving toward my inner thigh, trailing upward, dangerously close to the pair of red lace panties I had worn. Courtesy of my new paycheck, I picked up some pieces from La Perla, internally begging he would one day see them. Have his hands on it.

Then his fingertips grazed against the soft lace and my breath hitched as I involuntarily closed my eyes. I felt him lean in, his breath on my neck as he moved a finger against me, against the lace. His lips grazed my neck as he pulled the lace aside, giving him access. He dipped a finger into me with ease as my slickness surrounded him.

“It seems you’ve wanted it, too,” he whispered into my ear.

I shuddered as he swirled his finger inside of me before getting to his knees before me. He carefully unzipped my skirt and shimmied it down my hips, so it pooled at the floor. I watched his eyes widen as he took in the red lace panties that were now at eye level.

“Are these for me?” he asked, looking up at me with a smirk.

“It’s all for you,” I said.

He brought his mouth closer to me, and just the feeling of his breath against my most sensitive parts nearly brought me to the edge. He pulled the delicate panties down my legs and soon brought his mouth back to meet me. He started moving his tongue against me, flicking it lightly, and I jerked at every single lap he took. I grabbed the back of his head, spreading my legs, as he tasted my wetness. He moaned quietly, sending a vibration up my spine. He knew exactly what he was doing.

I felt warmth pulsing through my body, pulling me apart as I slowly started to lose control. His tongue slipped inside me and I let out a moan. And another. Each one growing louder until the heat exploded through my body. I shuddered as I felt weak against the desk, thankful it was behind me or I might collapse.

Troy looked up at me and smiled as he pulled himself to stand in front of me. He licked his lips slowly, as if savoring my taste. It was the sexiest thing I had ever seen. I reached for his strong chest, placing my palms against its strength before sliding his jacket off his shoulders. I unbuttoned his shirt and peeled it off of him, revealing his bare abdomen. I ran my fingers gently over his rippled muscles, and kept moving them down. I could see his erection straining against the fabric of his pants.

I reached for the clasp of his pants, unhooking it and moving the zipper down, until his pants slipped to the floor. I reached my hand down and felt him through his briefs. His hard length throbbed against my hand. I needed to feel him bare against my skin. All seven inches of him. I reached up and tugged at the waistband of his briefs, pulling them down and exposing him. I gasped slightly as my eyes landed on it.

I placed my palms on the desk behind me and pulled myself up so I was sitting on the surface. His eyes were intent on my every single movement. The power I felt having him for the taking made me pulse. I slowly spread my legs, watching his eyes widen as I opened myself to him. I was his for the taking.

“Fuck,” he whispered, taking an intent step toward me.

Then his hands were on my blouse, not bothering with the buttons as he ripped it off of me, exposing my breasts that were dressed in red lace. His hands cupped around my breasts, massaging them with a desperate roughness that made my nipples peak. He pulled my bra down, revealing my bare breasts. He barely took them in with his eyes before he took them in with his mouth, surrounding them with his wet warmth.

I felt his cock just inches away from my wanting edges. I throbbed, knowing he was so close to filling me with the pleasure I had been fantasizing about. I repositioned my hips slightly on the desk until I could feel his tip against my slick opening. His eyes shot to mine and I did what I knew would be irresistible for him.

I bit my bottom lip, tugging at it slowly with my top teeth.

He let out a slow breath, completely unmatched with the quickness of his hands that were now gripping my hips. He positioned himself against me and dipped slowly into me. I let out a low moan as I threw my head back, lifting my breasts to his eager mouth. His tongue swirled around my nipples as he pulled out and pushed back into me.

I brought my head back up, needing to see his every movement. His every flick of the tongue. Every inch revealing itself before disappearing inside of me again and again. His face was a contorted mix of pleasure and vulnerability. He was so fucking beautiful.

I reached up and grabbed his bare upper back, digging my fingers into him as I let the pleasure take hold of my body. His movements were quicker now, thrusting into me with so much unbridled power. I clung to him as I let him fill me, harder and harder each time. I tightened around him as I felt another orgasm resurfacing.

“Faster,” I demanded in a breathless whisper.

He did exactly as I said, his cock rubbing against me in a way that made my legs quiver and that familiar heat rise. I dug my fingertips harder into him as he unleashed into me, slamming into my body, desperate to release. And I was desperate to release with him. So I did, screaming at the top of my lungs as he fell on top of me on the desk.

Chapter 14

Troy

Ipulled Monica from my desk down to the cool marble floor, barely flinching as the cold bit into my skin. She settled in on top of me, her naked body against mine, keeping me warm. She laid her head on my chest and I felt her breath start to calm, slowing down and matching mine. My heart was still racing though. That had been everything I had been wanting since the night I laid eyes on her at that bar.

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