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“What was that, Mrs. Forster?” I ask. “You were breaking up a little there.”
I’m barely holding my shit together here, and when Amelia runs a finger over the flimsy fabric of her panties, making it very fucking clear how wet she is, I almost slam the phone down. “Yes. Great. Of course. Will do!”
I barely manage to stay civil until the end of the conversation. After I slam the phone down, I immediately stand. She squeals, delighted when I lift her into my arms and seal my lips over hers, claiming her with my tongue. I grind my rock-hard cock against her as she wraps her legs around my waist, and she groans into my mouth.
Laying her down on the desk, I send legal pads and pens flying and tug off her jacket. Then I tear her silky blouse rightopen, causing buttons to pop and scatter and revealing heaving breasts encased in black lace.
“Drake! I can’t work the rest of the day with my bra on display.”
“You should have thought of that before you started your little striptease, you minx. You locked the door?”
She nods, her cheeks flushed and her pupils blown as I scoop out her perfect tits and suck one of her rigid nipples into my mouth. I squeeze the other one, nice and hard, and she shudders beneath me. Pulling away, I shove that tight skirt of hers all the way up to her waist, then tug her panties off and throw them across the room. Then I stand back for a moment to admire the view: her stocking-clad legs spread for me, her cunt glistening with her juices. “In the name of all that’s holy, Amelia, I don’t think I’ve ever seen such a beautiful pussy.”
With deliberate slow strokes, I run my hands up her stockings, placing one of her feet on my shoulder and kissing my way down her leg. When my tongue reaches the bare skin at the top, she moans, and I twang her garter with a satisfying snap.
“You,” I growl as I explore her, “are a very bad secretary. How dare you come in here, flaunting this perfect body and making my cock harder than steel while I’m talking on the phone with important clients.”
“I’m sorry, sir,” she murmurs, her hips rising up off my desk to meet my hands. “I’ve been very naughty. You probably need to punish me.”
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you, Miss Ryder? You’d like me to bend you over this desk and spank you until your juicy ass is bright red. Or maybe I should make you kneel under the desk and fill your filthy mouth with my cock while I carry on with my work. How does that sound?”
I’m rubbing her clit, and I know the filthy talk is working just as much as my fingers. My girl loves it as much as I do.
“Yes, Mr. James, sir, I would like that. I’d like all of that… Oh!” She comes with a rush of her juices all over my hand, and I hold her down and work her through every last tremor. Her head is rolling from side to side and she’s biting her lips in an attempt not to scream. I can tell she’s not going to manage it, so I clamp my hand down over her mouth. Her eyes fly wide, and she darts out her tongue and licks my palm while she shakes and trembles. Fucking hell, I want her so much.
She’s just about stopped bucking her hips when her phone rings. I look around, trying to find the damn thing so I can smash it with a hammer, but she grabs my arm. “I need to see who it is. It could be the hospital. I’m sorry.”
“There’s nothing to be sorry about,” I say, ignoring the killer ache in my cock. Edith has been in the hospital for three nights now, and although she’s stable, she still needs to be monitored. Amelia visits her every morning before work, and I get Constantine to drive her there every evening. She is devoted to her mom, which is how it should be.
Her still-ringing phone is in the pocket of her discarded jacket, and I grab it, hating the anxious look on her face. My blood pressure skyrockets at the name displayed on the screen.
“Why is your piece of shit ex-husband calling you?” I demand, waving it in her face. “In fact, why do you even still have his number in your phone?”
“I have no idea why he’s calling me.” She sounds confused and a little annoyed, her hair in disarray and her lips swollen from our kisses. “And I have his number because I have his number.” She leaves off the wordjackass, but I can tell it was on the tip of her tongue. “I’ll call him back.”
My possessive streak—which only seems to exist with Amelia—ignites with a fervor. I shake my head, a wicked grin spreading over my lips. “No, baby. That would be rude. Answer the call.”
I grab her hips and move her to the center of my desk, then inch my chair forward, spreading her thighs apart with my shoulders.
She stares at me, open-mouthed. “What? Right now?”
Answering her with a nod, I thrust the phone into her hands, grab her legs, and pull her toward me. Her ass slides along the desk, and I hoist her feet over my shoulders and look down at her pretty pink pussy, still shining from her orgasm.
“Drake,” she protests, but it’s halfhearted.
“Answer him, baby,” I command. “Or would you like me to speak to him and tell him exactly what I’m doing to you?” I slide a finger inside her wet center, and her back bows.
“You wouldn’t.” Her face is a mask of shock.
My eyes narrow. “You really want to test me on that, mi rosa?”
She shakes her head. “N-no.”
Her phone stops ringing but immediately starts up again. “Then answer it, Amelia. Now.”
Her fingers tremble as she accepts the call, and I lower my face to her core. She smells like sin and tastes even better, and my mouth glides along her opening, licking and sucking and exploring in exactly the way I know she likes.
“Uh, yeah, h-hi Chad.” She draws a raspy breath.