Page 29 of Gluttony

All I’ve thought about since seeing her in our offices is the way she expertly wrapped her lips around my cock in the back of that limo. The way her head eagerly bobbed up and down as she licked and sucked like she was going for gold. The way her plump, juicy ass was on show for the twins. And the way her lust-filled eyes begged me to take her home…

Well, now she’s takingmehome.

This goes against what we promised ourselves about never dipping our pens in the company ink, but we’ve never had a temp before. The rules are different here.

“Okay, this is my apartment. Thanks for the chivalry, I guess.” Her shrug is cute as she stands in front of her door. It makes her braids bounce against her shoulders. “See you on Monday, Sir.” She looks at me expectantly, waiting for me to leave.

“I think we passed the formalities long before now, don’t you, Bowie?” One step toward her, and she steps back, closer to the still-closed door behind her.

“Mr. Thorne, then. I’ll see you on Monday,Mr. Thorne. Better?” She tips her chin in defiance.

“No.” Another step, and now she has nowhere to go. The door is at her back.

“What are you doing?” She repeats her earlier question, but all the confidence from outside on the sidewalk has vanished. Now, I sense uncertainty in her eyes.

She wants this as much as I do. There’s a flush to her cheeks and neck, her breaths are quicker than before, and she thinks I can’t see the way she’s trying to discreetly rub her thighs together for a little friction. But, she’s holding back, probably calculating whether or not this is a good idea.

It’s not, but to Hell with good ideas.

“What do you think I’m doing, Bowie?” I place my hands on the wall to either side of her head and lean in, dipping my neck so our faces are almost level, but she still has to tilt hers upward to look me in the eye.

“I think you’re breaking the contract you made me sign.” She smirks, as though she’s now winning in this conversation.

Cute.

“How’s that?” Her uncomfortable squirm and the way she wets her lips with her pink tongue makes my pulse race.

Narrowing her eyes up at me, she sighs heavily. “You really want me to say it?”

I nod, staying silent as I wait for her to continue.

“The contract I signed stated that I wouldn’t try to fuck any of you while I’m your employee.” She rolls her eyes and huffs, still unable to move from where I have caged her in.

Those aren’t the words used on the contract, but she’s not wrong. However…

“And are you trying to fuck me right now?”

She hesitates, then shakes her head, but I can see her mind whirring with confusion.

“Exactly.I’mtrying to fuckyou. Therefore, contract still stands.”

Her expressive eyes widen with a mixture of shock and lust, then she wets those damn lips of hers again before I watch her swallow.

“Well, you’re not trying very hard, are you?” Her sass is back. I fucking love it.

A noise escapes my throat, one I’ve never heard before, but it feels like a snarl as I close in on her, claiming her lips with my own and immediately demanding access to her mouth with my tongue. She’s so receptive, like she’s melting into me, her hands sliding up and over my shoulders, looping around my neck.

Perfect.

Gripping her ass, I lift her from the floor, encouraging her to wrap her legs around my waist as I slam her back into the wall. She gasps before grinding against me, practically dry-humping me, and while I don’t mind an audience, I’m selective as to who that audience is.

“Open the door and let us inside.” I stop kissing her long enough for my words to dance over her lips.

“If I must.” She plants a quick kiss on my nose and wriggles around. I’m assuming her plan is for me to put her down, but every movement against my dick just makes me want to fuck her harder.

I squeeze her ass and twist so that she’s able to reach the lock of her door.

“Not letting me down, then?” She manages to pull her keys out of her pocket and holds them in the air.

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