Page 130 of Cruel Juliet

She smiles, a cheeky little grin that says,Yeah, I know.

Dirty little fox. She’s provoking me on purpose. She knows I’d love nothing more than to put her in her place now.

But these numbers won’t fix themselves.

She moves quietly, careful not to wake the house. The faint scent of soap and baby powder clings to her. Her hair’s down, a little messy.

“I just got Lilia down,” she says softly. “She’s finally out.”

“It’s late.” I glance up from the ledger. “She give you trouble?”

“A little.” She leans against the frame, arms crossed loosely over her chest. “She kept looking for you.”

I nod, jaw tight. “I’ll come up soon. Just need to finish a few things.”

“You’ve been down here a while.” She doesn’t make it sound like an accusation. Just concern.

“I know.”

“Can’t whatever it is wait until tomorrow?”

I shake my head. “I fucking wish.”

She crosses the room until she’s standing beside my chair. Her hand brushes my shoulder. Light, warm. “Then maybe I can help you relax.” She winks. “Just for a little while.”

That gets my attention.

I tilt my head up to look at her. There’s something in her voice, a teasing edge. The kind of thing I don’t know how to refuse. “Yeah? And what did you have in mind?”

In lieu of answering, she reaches for the hem of her sweater and pulls it over her head.

Her jeans follow, peeled down her legs in one unhurried motion. Then her underthings.

I forget how to breathe.

My pen slips from my hand and hits the desk. The numbers disappear from my mind. The guilt, the frustration, all of it burns away until there’s nothing left but her: bare skin, soft curves, and that cheeky, knowing look in her eyes.

I push my chair back from the desk, ready to see where this is going.

She squeezes between my desk and my chair and drops to her knees. Her tongue peeks out to wet her lips, already parted.

I’m hard before she even pulls me out.

Then her mouth is on me.

“Fuck.” I fist my hand in her hair. “You dirtylisichka.”

I watch her pretty pink lips part around the head of my cock. She’s fucking gorgeous, all flushed and eager to please. Her tongue darts out in kitten licks, gets me all nice and wet along the shaft.

Slowly, her mouth envelops half my cock.

I grip her hair a little harder. Push her down ever-so-slightly. “You can take more than that.”

She hums around my length. A little desperate, a little lost. She wants to be good for me so bad, but I can feel her gagging when she takes me too fast.

“Easy now.” I guide her down, firm but measured. “Don’t finish it all at once. Savor it, little fox.”

Her throat bobs. I can see myself peek from her cheek, and it drives me fucking insane. Without thinking, I press down on the spot, feel the touch of my own fingers through her skin.