Page 35 of Dead Man's Wish
Nicky can wait.
Sixteen
August 13, 2025
Jaiden Wells
It’d beena while since I worked late into the evening, but the events of last week and Bexley’s flirtation with danger set paperwork on the back burner. And that back burner was at risk of catching fire. The accountant’s needs took priority, and most of my morning was spent on the phone, in a web meeting—you name it.
Bishop asked me for photocopies, and I’d never had a problem with the guy before his ancient ass wanted me to fight with a printer.
Bexley needed her files condensed and any outside of a few months old to be locked away.
Tackling those requests took the rest of my afternoon and by the time the sun set, I was only a few folders into my day-to-day duties. I didn’t give attention to thoughts that reared up over the status of my inbox. Growing up was a scam, and whoever said T-shirts weren’t professional is hopefully rotting in hell.
Rolling the sleeves of my dress shirt, I debated undressing completely and slipping into a pair of sweats. My tattoos were on display, and I admired the talent of my artist. Several years later, the ink was still beautiful. I grabbed my pen and opened the planner.
Schedule tattoo appt w/Bex
A little pain therapy never hurt.
I pulled my attention back to the file and highlighted a few areas that would need her attention later. A knock so quiet I almost missed it scattered across the door. Leaving no time for me to answer, it opened, and at the last second, I looked up.
The pen fell from my hand and my heart leapt out of my chest.
Bexley leaned against the door, pushing it closed. She wore a lingerie set complete with thigh-high tights. The base layer of fabric was a deep red and had a black lace overlay. The waistband wrapped around her hips so perfectly, I thought I’d fallen asleep at my desk and started dreaming.
“Hi,” I said slowly, nervous about fucking up whatever gift from above this was. “Can I help you, Mrs. Wells?” Sitting back in my chair, I glanced at my phone to see if I missed a message about this plan. Her response to me working late email was normal enough.
I dropped my hands below my desk, discreetly undoing my belt with one. She didn’t answer my question. Instead, she crossed the room and stood before me. Respectful Jaiden jumped out the window as I took in the way her body moved. Her smile said I was predictable, like she knew I’d only watch her.
Anticipating where this would go, I gathered my files and tucked them away.
“I apologize for the late workday. These will be ready for your review by morning.” Resting my elbows on the desktop, I clasped my hands together. Everything rushed to the surface and I was ready to pounce, but it wasn’t my game. It was hers.
I bit down on my thumb to quell the urge.
Delicate hands pressed into the desk as she climbed on top of it. Dumbfounded, I could only watch. I moved back as her legs swung over my side. Her feet dangled between my open thighs.
“Mr. Wells,” she purred, grabbing my tie and pulling me forward. Her mouth hovered over mine and I begged to taste her red-painted kisses. A perfect cupid’s bow stretched into a seductively sinister grin. “You missed dinner.”
“I’m sorry.” I looked into her icy-blue stare and melted. My pants strained over my erection, and I was desperate for her to touch me. Instead, she pushed me back and opened her legs, placing her feet on the armrests. The lingerie bottoms were ouvert and my favorite way to have her during public affairs.
The grip on my tie tightened as she brought me near. I couldn’t help but admire her pussy on display. She pushed my chin up, staring right into my depraved soul.
“That’s okay,” she whispered, her tongue darting out and tracing my lip. A shiver worked up my spine and I wanted to keel over right there. “I brought it to you.” She flicked my piercing and heat spread over my cheeks. “So pretty when you blush for me.”
“My gods.” My breath ghosted her lips and she grinned.
“Be a good boy.” Her fingers slid through my hair. “Don’t be wasteful.”
“Yes, ma’am,” I whined, my hands tightening around the plastic chair arms. I tried to lean forward and steal a kiss, but she leveraged my head down to her pussy.
I licked through her center. She dripped as I worked my tongue around her clit and into her. Breathy gasps filled the room, and my shoulders shook from the tension.
“Hands,” she moaned.
Not even a second later, I held her thighs open and pushed her back against the tabletop. She quivered beneath me. I lapped over every inch of her wet cunt before I let her fall. I sucked her clit into my mouth and speared her with two long fingers.
