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I nod, making a mental note. “You’re right. Good catch.”
“Anytime.” He shoots me a wink. “Teamwork makes the dream work, Rossi.”
Nathan might joke around, but he never lets me down when it comes to work. I’m lucky to have him in my corner.
We finish our lunch in relative quiet, the upcoming session looming over us both.
As the time nears, I head to James’s office to make sure he shows. Portia looks up from her computer as I arrive and gives me a reassuring nod. “He’s aware of the training,” she says, lips quirking. “It’s blocked off in his calendar.”
I let out a small laugh. “Thank you.” We both know he would totally blow it off.
Pushing open the door to his office, I step inside quietly. James looks up from behind his desk, his hardened features softening as his eyes land on me.
“Are you here to escort me, Cora?” he asks, his tone teasing, but there’s a glint in his eyes—an undercurrent of dominance that always makes my core clench.
“Just making sure you come,” I reply, the words tumbling out before I realize the double entendre. My cheeks flame, and I wish I could take it back.
His lips curve up in that infuriatingly sexy grin that weakens my knees. “Oh, my sweet slut, thank you for looking out for my needs.”
His eyes sweep over my body like a physical touch, igniting a fire under my skin that instantly dampens my panties.
Just like that, I’m undone.
He crooks a finger, beckoning me closer. “Come here.” His voice is like silk, dangerous and tempting, draping over me.
My body obeys before my mind catches up. Without thinking, I take a step forward, my heels clicking softly on the marble floor. The space between us crackles with electricity. As I approach, his eyes darken, filling with that familiar hunger that sets my body alight.
He picks up a small remote, aiming it at the door. The soft whirr of the frosted glass walls sliding into place fills the room, followed by the solid click of the door locking. We’re completely alone.
The air shifts. The dynamic between us is undeniable, the power exchange evident.
“Are you wet for me?”
I swallow hard, my throat suddenly dry, and nod.
“Show me,” he demands.
With shaky hands, I lift the hem of my skirt, letting the fabric bunch around my waist. The cool air hits my bare skin as I slide my thong down my legs, stepping out of it with deliberate care.
James picks up the scrap of lace, bringing it to his face and inhaling deeply. His eyes close as he savors the scent. “You smell fucking incredible.”
My breath falters. I perch myself on the edge of his desk, leaning back on my elbows for balance. I spread my legs, placing my heels on the armrests of his chair, completely baring myself to him. The cold surface of the glass desk against my skin is an exquisite contrast to the heat building inside me.
His eyes, dark with hunger, sweep over my exposed pussy. He leans forward, trailing two fingers up my inner thigh, grazing my slick heat. He dips them inside me briefly before pulling them out, bringing them to his mouth. His eyes roll back as he sucks my essence from his fingers. “Delicious,” he growls.
The low, guttural sound makes my pussy clench. Hard.
“I love how wet you get for me. So responsive.” He thrusts his fingers back into me, then slides them out, offering them to my lips. “Taste yourself,” he commands. “Taste how sweet you are.”
I open my mouth, obedient, and wrap my lips around his fingers, swirling my tongue, cherishing the taste. I close my eyes, imagining it’s his cock instead.
The cold glass beneath me does little to quench the fire burning between my legs. The thrill of being so exposed, of being watched, heightens every sensation.
I’m lost in the moment, my mind consumed by his touch, but then his phone rings, cutting through the haze like a sharp blade.
James’s expression hardens as he reclines back in his chair. “Don’t move.”
I freeze, every muscle in my body tense, as he answers the phone. His eyes never leave my body, locked onto the sight of me spread open before him. As the seconds tick by, I start to squirm, my desire slowly dripping down my thighs and pooling beneath me. My hips shift, seeking relief.