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“Uh huh,” I agree as he rips my panties away and pushes further inside me, massaging that spot.
“Like a good omega. A good fucking omega.” His voice has lost all its clipped, respectable business tone. It’s all raw and alpha now. Desperate. It makes me even wetter, gushing slick for him just like an omega should.
“Going to come for me, sweetheart?”
“Yes,” I say on command.
“Good.”
With his free hand, he takes a grip of my right ankle and forces my leg to bend into my chest, my high heel clattering to the floor and my pussy even more exposed for him to see.
“Look at that,” he says, his eyes dark and dirty as he looks down at where he’s pumping his fingers inside me. “Look how pretty you are. Knew you would be, Molly. I knew you would be.”
The gold pen falls from my fingers and I hang onto the arms of the chair with both hands, my body sinking lower, my hips rising to meet the thrust of his fingers.
“C-C-Colt,” I plead.
“I got you,” he says, “I got you.” He leans forward, and it takes me a moment to understand what he’s doing, not until his mouth hits my pussy. I squeak. We’re in his office with the door unlocked. Anyone could walk in. Anyone could walk in and see him eating me out.
But as his tongue sweeps all the way through me, tasting every part, and he moans like a starving man given the most extravagant feast, I don’t care if everyone in the entire office walks in right now and watches everything he’s doing.
It feels too good to care.
And when he flicks at my sensitive nub, over and over and over again, my legs shake, my core tenses and I know I’m on the brink.
“You taste divine, sweetheart,” he murmurs against me, the vibrations of his lips sending me even closer.
“I’m going to …” I pant, “I’m going to …”
“Yeah, you are,” he growls and I tumble. I tumble straight over the cliff and into the abyss of ecstasy.
18
Molly
“Oh my God,”I groan with my hands over my face, peeking towards the door, because I’m pretty sure I just screamed Colt’s name loud enough for this office block and the ones on either side to hear as I came on the end of his tongue and around his fingers.
He peers up at me from between my legs, his face all glistening and wet with my slick.
“Wanna do that again?” he asks, with a wolfish grin that tells me he knows exactly how good the first time was.
“No!” I whisper, “everybody probably heard everything.” I’m surprised Ford hasn’t come marching in here to demand if I’m okay.
“It’s 6pm. It’s Friday. They’ve all gone home.”
“Ford!” I hiss.
Colt frowns. “Does your bodyguard now have a say on what you do and who you do it with?”
“No,” I say, unhooking my leg from his shoulder, “but …”
He catches my calf in his hand and licks a stripe up my thigh, sweeping away a trickle of slick.
“In that case,” he says, nipping at the sensitive skin, “want me to take you out to dinner and then we can continue this at that hotel room you talked about last night?”
I shuffle up in my seat, pulling my skirt back down my legs and realizing that in the process of whatever just happened I’ve lost my panties.
He rocks back on his heels, pulling a handkerchief from his pocket and wiping down his face.
