Page 17 of Bodyguard Wolf Shifter
I turned to face him with both hands on the desk for support. "I can't believe you just did that during a workday. That is one way to alleviate the stress of boredom. We probably shouldn't do it again. It was a momentary lapse in judgment." I excused my actions for being under the gun and wanting something to clear the cobwebs from my mind.
His smirk made me lose the will to speak. "I think we both know it's going to happen again. I'm not done with you just yet. Come to me on your knees. Show me what a bad girl you can be in the office. It will be our little secret." He encouraged me with a gentle coaxing of one finger motioning me to come closer.
I don't know what compelled me but the cougar inside of my lithe frame complied. My prey waited for me with his legs slightly spread. It was an obvious invitation to play fast and loose with my moral thread.
"I don't know what you are doing to me, but I think I like it. The freedom to express myself physically is enthralling. I want to taste you. I can't believe I just said that," I said with both hands on his knees until they were creeping up to the inside of his thighs.
"I'm not making you do anything you don't already want to do. This is all you. Don't sell yourself short. Be wild and untamed. Let me see the fire in your eyes," he said, gently placing his one finger underneath my chin.
It wasn't me doing any of it. It was something long dead and buried, lying dormant inside of me suddenly awake. My fingers confidently gripped his zipper and pulled it down to lay my eyes on the bulge of his excitement.
It had to be my imagination. If I didn't know any better, I would swear it was still growing until the mushroom tip breached the elastic of his waistband. Those shorts snugly cradled his family jewels.
The silky red material softly caressed the tips of my fingers until I found the opening. They wiggled their way in through the flap until I came in contact with his sizzling flesh.
I curled my fingers around it, but I couldn't make them touch. He was rather large and imposing. There was nothing small about him. The real estate alone would make any consummate cock enthusiast want more than anything to be with him.
"Do whatever you want. It's yours. You just have to reach out and…" Flex gasped when I squeezed the formidable shaft until there was a bit of wetness dripping obscenely from the head.
My mouth watered wondering when I was going to be able to slip my lips over the crown. That decadent ice cream cone would melt in my mouth. Every lick would be measured until he was on the edge and begging for me to finish what I started.
I stroked him through his shorts until there was a telltale stain on the front. He had grown into more than a mouthful. It would test my ability to devour every inch. God damn him for making me want to see how much I could swallow.
Seizing the day took on a whole different meaning with his fly open and my hand touching him inappropriately. He throbbed in my hand with that vein down the back pumping with intense interest.
It touched me deeply to see him react.
Flex struggled to remain in control. The hands on approach worked better than expected. His eyes grew wide like saucers, and he was ready to unload the overwhelming pressure from within.
He threw back his head and groaned. It was more like a guttural growl.
I stopped the flow by pinching the base.
One leg kicked out. The shoe went flying against the wall. He convulsed and spasmed several times without exploding from the tip. It shocked him and overloaded his nervous system.
I had to hold on firmly to keep from letting go. It was an electrified wire pulsing in my hand. I kept my grasp on the situation literally and figuratively until I recognized how the sensations were fading slowly but surely.
His eyes fluttered with his focus staring at the ceiling.
"I can't even describe what that did to me. You sadistically held me back from my pleasure. That was amazing. It was worth the wait. I think we both know we have barely scratched the surface. That desk might not be too comfortable, but it should serve our needs," he proposed, when somebody knocked on the door.
It was more of a thud.
I scrambled back into my skirt with a haphazard toss of my panties over my shoulder.
He grabbed them and held them against his face before putting them into his inside pocket. His zipper was back up and I was relatively composed when I went to the door.
Another loud thud made me take a step back.
The door came off the hinges with Luke and a masked individual trading blows.
CHAPTER 8
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FLEX
The aftershocks of my ruined orgasm startled me into a sense of calm before the storm. It was rather rude of them interrupting us when we were just beginning to get to know each other.
