Page 197 of By A Thread

“I want you to need me, Ally. I don’t care if its money or sex or a date to your cousin’s wedding this summer. Ask me for something. Let me give you something.”

His breath was hot on my thighs. Those long strokes of his fingertips were making my body buzz, my blood simmer.

“Come meet my dad?” I asked weakly.

His gaze flickered to mine, abandoning its vigil on my sex.

“You want me to?” His fingers found my already slick opening and pressed ever so gently.

Did I?

“Yes.”

“I’d like that,” he said. His eyes held mine as those glorious fingers dipped into me. I watched him watch me as he crooked them inside me. My grip on his desk was white-knuckled.

“This weekend?” I managed to squeak out the words.

“Yes.”

His tongue flicked out over the curve of my hipbone, electrifying me and making me wish it was my clit he circled.

“You’re wet,” he breathed, staring again at where his fingers were moving inside me.

“Your fault,” I whispered.

“Ask me for this,” he said gruffly, scratching his stubble against the sensitive skin of my inner thighs as his fingers worked rhythmically.

“Dominic?”

“Yes, baby?”

“Will you make me come? Please?” The please was barely a whisper.

“Anything for you, Ally. Do you hear me?”

I nodded, but I wasn’t thinking about his words. I was thinking about how much I didn’t like that he’d pulled his fingers out of me. But his hands were on my hips now, sliding me onto the edge of the desk.

“Lean back,” he ordered. I collapsed back ungracefully on my elbows and watched him spread my legs wide.

He gave a grunt of satisfaction. I knew what he was seeing. Swollen, pink flesh slick with arousal.

“You always need me like this,” he said.

It was true. I’d handed over all responsibilities for my sexual satisfaction to my boss. I had no interest in—

My thoughts were interrupted when his tongue darted out and tickled that needy bundle of nerves.

It was like I’d just discovered my body came with a Sex Now button. And Dom was the only person in the world who knew how to push it.

“I dreamed about you like this. Spread out for me. Open. Needing me.” He said between long, languid strokes of his tongue. He licked me from clit to center and back again. Over and over again.

I gulped, unable to respond. I had definitely fallen off a train platform, hitting my head, and the last three months of my life was a hallucination. Any second now, I was going to be plowed into by a subway train.

Yet here I was, on his desk. Dom’s face pressed between my legs. Every time I tried to close my legs to protect myself, he forced them wider. It was a game that I loved losing.

I brazenly fucked his face and felt no shame.

His fingers found me again. Two slid into me and pulled out. Then it was three. And when they crooked just the slightest, my head fell back.