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“Me … too.” The words were fuzzy as he picked up intensity, sucking and pulling as I gasped, my hands tangled in his hair as the intense pleasure built up.
When his free hand moved from fondling my other breast down my stomach to under my skirt, I knew I was a goner.
“Sean,” I gasped, wanting him to stop, but also not really wanting this to stop.
I’d never felt so relaxed, and I’d also never felt like I was in extremely capable hands. If anyone could handle giving me an orgasm and making me feel like I was on top of the world, it was Sean.
My nipple was already aching when Sean switched to my other breast. His lips were hot against my skin, and using his other hand, he moved my thighs apart as much as possible, given the pencil skirt I was wearing. Finally, he found my clit. I moaned out loud when he began stroking it gently, back and forth, until I was aching there too.
I heard voices and froze. Someone had stopped by my desk outside Sean’s office, and I heard muttering. The way Sean’s hand paused told me he’d heard them too.
“Chloe?” I heard someone call, and I recognized Luna’s voice.
Sean gripped my hips tight, pinning me against the wall to make sure I understood I wasn’t going anywhere until he was done with me.
“Mr. Tassater?” Footsteps came closer to the door.
Shit.
I stared at Sean, eyes wide as he locked his dark gaze with mine. He shook his head slightly, showing that I need not to worry, and pressed a finger to my lips. I could taste my own arousal as someone rapped on Sean’s office door. His intense eyes held my gaze as I slowly licked his fingers, one after another, and I felt so turned on. My heart pounded against myrib cage, feeling excitement and anxiety as he got down on his knees.
He pushed the hem of my skirt higher up my hip and swiped my panties aside.
I was wet, and I whimpered when Sean reached in and swiped his tongue over my wet core.
Fuck.
Here I was, pressed up against the wall in Sean’s office, with my blouse open, my breasts exposed, and Sean ravaging my body like a beast.
The metal door handle turned, and I was about to push Sean away when it stilled. The handle didn’t budge; the door didn’t open. Were they outside, listening in?
Sean continued to swipe at my pussy, his tongue doing things that made me feel like I was going to explode.
My muscles clenched as Sean tasted me in gentle flicks of his tongue, and I held my breath, wondering what was happening outside while slowly losing control of my body.
“They’re out there,” I whispered, hoping against hope that no one would call my phone. Had I brought it in here with me?
My fingers dug into his shoulders as I trembled under his expert moves. My nipples were hard, and I rocked against his mouth, tilting my head back in abandon. This was wild. We could get caught, but the only thing that thought did for me was heighten my arousal.
What the fuck has happened to me?This wasn’t what nice girls did.
But I’d long since grown tired of being nice. Nice girls got an impersonal minimum wage paycheck, vacuous performance reviews, and time alone at home. It fucking sucked. I was going to be naughty, and I was going to be darn good at it.
I licked my lips while my hands tugged at his hair, adjusting the position of his tongue on my pussy as he worked me. Whenhe bit down gently, my fingers dug into his shoulders, my body shaking with built-up passion, and I moaned my appreciation. He was so, so good, and I was starting to feel delirious.
I heard the footsteps recede, and soon, my phone began to ring.
On Sean’s desk.
My heart jumped into my mouth, but I was not capable of words anymore as Sean kept going. I was torn between my impending release and wanting to silence the damn thing.
He was watching me, eyes alight with mischief, and damn if I didn’t love that look on him. He added a thumb to the mix, pressing it over my clit, and I felt so dizzy with pleasure that I grasped the wall behind me helplessly. Under Sean’s expert touch and the fear of our passion being discovered by strangers, I was going to come apart at any moment now.
“They’re still in the meeting,” I heard the voice mutter outside the door as my phone fell silent. “If so, I wouldn’t piss off Mr. Tassater. He doesn’t like being interrupted.”
I felt Sean’s lips curve into a grin for a second, pausing cruelly just when I wanted him to pick up the pace. Frustrated, I narrowed my legs around his head, craving his confident touch while a heavy ache built between my legs. He took this order from me—thank goodness.
I was trembling with need while his mouth licked and swirled across my swollen clit. I was arching into him, pressing into his mouth, letting him have all of me, and wishing I could have his bare skin on me when the dam burst. Sweet waves of pleasure cascaded down my body just as I gasped out his name.