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It’s not.
“What happened to being professional? Not dipping your pen in the company ink?” With a huff, she plants a hand on her hip, trying desperately to take control of the situation.
She won’t.
“Professional and my name have never been used in the same sentence, Little Rabbit. But you’re welcome to leave. Right now. Just walk out the door and go home.”
She furrows her brow, the confusion from before making another appearance.
“If you stay, I’m going to tape your hands to the faucet and fuck you from behind after I get a good taste of your pussy.”
Her eyes widen, but she still doesn’t move.
“If you’re not out of this apartment, with the door closed behind you, by the time I count down from five, I’m taking that as consent. I don’t need your words, Little Rabbit…Five…”
As if she’s getting ready to stand up to a bully, she squares her shoulders and lifts her chin.
“You wouldn’t dare.”
Those words are the red flag to my bull and I can feel the sinister smile stretching my lips as I tilt my head to the side.
“Four…” I take a step closer to her and she steps back. “Three…”
“Fine. I’ll give the papers to Orion tomorrow.” She huffs and pushes the paperwork she’s been holding into her bag.
“Two…”
For someone who knows this is a bad idea as much as I do, she’s moving real slow toward the door so I take a few steps backward…to give her a chance.
“Thanks for the hospitality, Mr. Beckett. See you at the office.”
“One.”
Her squeal is fucking delightful as I rush her, pushing my shoulder into her stomach and lifting her arse up. Perfect for spanking…resulting in another squeal from her gorgeous lips.
“If the office is the next place you wanna see me…I can make that happen.” Another spank…another squeal.
I can’t help myself. Twisting my head and biting her arse cheek right before I put her down, I turn her so her back is to my chest before we make eye contact…as requested. Sort of.
Gripping the back of her head, I push her down onto the worktop. Head down, arse up. Fucking perfection. Even better when I push her skirt up to her waist, revealing that she isn’t wearing any knickers.
“Forget to put something on this morning, Little Rabbit? Or did you do it on purpose? Hoping me or one of my brothers would do exactly this? Are you a dirty little slut?” She gasps and I swear I can visibly see the wetness around her core growing, practically fucking glistening in the harsh kitchen lighting. The irresistible urge to lick her takes over and I bend, allowing a low growl to escape my throat as I spread her legs, push my face into her pussy, and devour her.
More squeals and some breathy moans from her spur me on, and just as I press my fingers against her clit while I lap her up, she attempts to fully stand. So I stop everything and straighten up, pushing her back down so her chest is flat against the surface.
“Now, that’s not behaving.” I spank her already pink arse cheek, making her jolt, but she stays in position as I lean all theway over her, picking up the sellotape from beside her. “Hold on.” I physically move her arms so her hands can grip the faucet, then I begin wrapping the tape around her closed fists.
“Wha—”
“Talking time for you ended as soon as I got to one. Now all I wanna hear are your moans and screams.” I whisper the words into her ear as I’m still leaning over her, licking her earlobe for good measure once I’m finished. “There. All wrapped up.”
Next, I pick up the strawberry sauce and flip the cap before tipping the bottle and allowing the contents to drizzle over Bowie’s bare arse…down her crack…
It looks a little like blood, although it’s a little too light to really pass for true claret. It’s still fucking stunning. Seeing the red juice sliding across her skin, rounding the curves that I desperately want to bite again.
Fuck it.
I sink my teeth into the flesh of her arse again, then I suck and lick around her puckered hole, lapping up the juices, all while preparing her pussy with my fingers. She writhes and moans and eagerly pushes her arse into my face for more.