Page 101 of The Road Less Traveled By

“Now?”

“Unless you’re busy working, and I’ll come back later,” I say as I fake leaving, but he grabs my hand and practically drags me back to sit on his desk.

“Bree, sit your pretty ass down on my desk, and we’ll talk. I always have time for you, angel. You should know that.”

“I do know that,” I say as I press a kiss to his lips. “So, where should we start?” I ask, unsure of how to do this. I’ve never laid out boundaries like this before, so I have no clue where to begin. I smooth out my dress as some nerves take over. It’s a new light gray mini dress I got online the other day. Dresses have always been my favorite go-to summer attire, and before autumn hits, I want to wear as many as I can.

“Well, we should have a safe word, just in case.”

“And if I say that at any time, you stop?”

“Of course. Do you have any ideas?” he asks, and I blurt out the first thing that comes to mind.

“Pineapple?”

“Is that what you want it to be?”

“Yes.” It would be easy to hear, since I hope I’m not talking about fruits during sex. “Okay, what else?”

Vince leans forward in his chair and rolls up the sleeves of his button-down shirt before he speaks. “How about we start with what you don't want me to do. Are there any hard no's?”

“A few, actually.” I take a deep breath before I recount the things I absolutely don’t want. I was afraid this would bring me back to that night, but so far, I feel okay. His presence and proximity is helping me see only him and not think about anything else. “Don’t hold or pin my hands above my head, and don’t choke me so hard that I can’t breathe. I’m fine with some light choking but nothing too crazy. Just don’t be forceful, and we’ll be fine.” I stifle a laugh, because talking about this feels so strange for some reason. “How about you?”

He pinches his eyes together as he thinks. “I’m pretty okay with most things, I think. It has been a while since I’ve been with anyone, but I do have one rule I always follow.”

I raise my eyebrow at him. “And what’s that?”

His head comes forward, and just as I think he’s about to kiss me, his lips hover in front of mine. “You come twice before I do, baby. How does that sound?”

My cheeks flush, and my core aches at his insinuation. Just the thought of Vince’s hands and body making me come is spiraling my thoughts. I rub my thighs together as he presses a soft kiss to my lips. I’m practically breathless when I answer with a whisper, “That sounds good, Vince.”

As soon as his name leaves my lips, he groans. “Bree, don’t say my name like that. I’m barely hanging onto my control right now as it is.”

“Then let go of it. Show me what it looks like when you lose control.” I’m baiting him. He knows I’m baiting him, and I’m hoping he’ll take it, because the way I feel about him right now is overwhelming. I’ve never needed anything as much as I’ve needed him, in more ways than one, and I’maching. My entire body feels tight with need, and for once, I want him to lose a little bit of that control he always has around me. “Please?”

That’s all it takes before he stands, swipes everything off his desk, and crashes his mouth to mine.

God, yes.

His hand comes to the back of my head as his tongue threads with mine, his other hand exploring every part of my body he can touch. It’s gentle and rough, two contradicting things, but I’m glad he’s not treating me like something breakable. He’s taking his time, as if he’s been wanting this for so long and doesn't want it to end. He brushes my breast ever so slightly, but just that small touch sends shivers down my body. “Lay down, angel.”

I comply, letting my back connect with the wood of his desk.

He bunches my dress above my waist as he throws his chair behind him, letting my legs hang off the side. He kneels on the floor, his face perfectly in line with my pussy still covered by my underwear. “God, Bree, you’re so fucking beautiful.” His hand finds my center as he teases me before hestops.

“Vince,” I moan, wanting more.

His face meets mine, his features covered in lust. “I was going to take my time,” he presses a kiss to my lips, “but it seems like you need something from me.”

One hand finds my pussy as the other traces my hard nipple. I’m writhing on his desk, my body begging for more. “More. Please.”

“Do you want my fingers or my tongue, baby?” Vince asks me.

“Both. Anything.”

“Both works for me. How about one orgasm with each? I think I’m okay with that.”

Before I can say anything, I hear fabric ripping, and when I look down, Vince is tearing my underwear off my body with his teeth. I watch as he puts the torn lace in his pocket. I’m almost fully exposed to him now, sans my dress, and Vince looks at me like a man starved. “Jesus, Bree. You’re soaked. Is this all for me?”

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