Page 33 of Gluttony (Seven Deadly Sins #4)

She’s rambling, so I lean forward and cut her off with my mouth on hers, my hand cupping her chin to hold her in place.

Instantly, she melts into it, parting her lips to allow me access.

The way our tongues slide together feels more natural than anything ever has.

There’s no battle for dominance or awkward movements. None of that.

It’s just pure and simple, and when she wraps her delicate hands around the back of my neck, clutching on for dear life, I wonder why the fuck I took so long to indulge myself like this.

Turning her chair around to face mine, I then grip her waist and tug her up, dragging her onto my lap in a swift move. It’s a large chair, plenty big enough for her to straddle my lap as we continue to kiss.

“Oh, God.” The words are whispered over my lips before she takes one between her teeth and lightly bites down.

I bite back, catching her tongue and sucking on it, giving her a quiet warning to not stop.

The way she’s grinding against my cock is like she’s already trying to get herself off, and I’m down for that.

Thrusting upward, I move my hips against her, the hardness of my cock rubbing against her pussy.

If we keep going like this for much longer, I’m going to come in my pants like a boy with his first boner.

The swell of her tits is just as I’ve imagined it, round and plump and pushed up against my chest. She must be wearing a thin bra because when I palm one, giving it a good squeeze, I can feel her nipple through the material of her shirt.

She keeps grinding and I keep thrusting, and our kiss is never ending as I knead her tit with one hand and her tight arse with the other,

“Oh, fuck!” She gasps and throws her head back, her body twitching, her muscles tightening, and I know she’s just come.

Oh so slowly, she stops moving and brings her eyes back to mine.

“Oh, God, I’m so sorry. I’ve never done that before.” She looks down at where her pussy is covering my crotch, and the now-wet area I have there, then sheepishly back up at me.

“Take them off.” I slap the side of her thigh and help her to stand by lifting her by the waist. Leaning backward, I glance down, then to her, letting her know with my eyes exactly what I’m saying.

A grin spreads across her face and she licks her lips again. “Yes, Sir.” Dropping to her knees, she reaches up and undoes my button, then slides down my zipper, and she only flinches a little when my cock bounces free from its constraints.

I lift my arse a little so that she can drag my trousers down my legs. She takes her sweet-as-fuck time to remove my shoes before then taking off my trousers fully, leaving me bare to her from the bottom down.

Her eyes seem to feast on my cock as she raises up on her knees, her palms on my thighs.

“Put it in your mouth, Diamond.” It’s a direct order, one I know she was planning to do anyway, but I need to feel like I have some control here, even though it’s clear she holds all the power.

Spitting on the end of my cock, she uses one of her hands to spread it around before taking me into her hot mouth.

Fuck, it’s even better than kissing her.

I can’t wait to find out what her slick cunt feels like.

Combining her hand movements with her mouth, she adjusts the tightness of her grip and suction as she slides up and down, up and down.

With every exhale, my growl is impossible to disguise as anything else because fuck…

“Diamond, I’m gonna come.” My balls tighten and my whole body vibrates with energy, my breaths short and fast.

Without stopping her hand movements, she leans back a little, but she opens her mouth wide with her tongue out and aims my cock directly at it.

“Ah fuck!”

My body jerks as strings of cum spurt from my tip, most of it decorating her pink tongue, but some of it lands on her clothes.

I don’t even feel guilty about that. It’s sexy as fuck, and now when I see her wearing this suit next week—because she rotates the ones she has—then I’ll be able to remember this moment and how her face looks thoroughly fucked.

She swallows down everything I give her, going so far as to scrape up the escaped bits and sucking them down also, seductively popping her fingers from her mouth.

The desk begins vibrating and I sigh heavily to see who’s calling because I am actually waiting for an important call from my legal team, but it’s not my cell that’s ringing, it’s Bowie’s.

“You should get that.” I pick it up and hold it out for her and she frowns a little, but that quickly turns to confusion when she looks at the caller ID.

“Okay?”

I know it’s weird to make her answer the phone while we’re in the midst of whatever the fuck this is, and I can easily sense her trepidation and curiosity, but I just wink and stand as she shuffles backward.

I head for my office closet, pulling out a fresh pair of trousers for myself and a white button-down shirt for Bowie.

She may have removed the cum from her clothes, but they’re marked.

That and I kinda wanna see her in one of my shirts.

She’ll have to stay in here for the last half an hour of this working day so that none of the office staff suspects anything, but I can deal with that.

Bowie’s sitting in her chair now, holding her head in one hand and her cell to her ear with the other.

I get dressed, then sit and put my shoes back on, because this clearly is not the time for me to fuck her.

“But I don’t understand…how?” She’s shaking her head, disbelief written all over her face with the way her brows are pushed together. “Okay…Yeah…Thank you. Goodbye.”

Still shaking her head, she hangs up the phone before pausing all movement when her eyes reach mine.

“I…My…shit. I really need to talk to you all about some things.”

Some things? Is she going to come clean? I wasn’t expecting that…or, hang on, no, of course she isn’t. Whatever she has to say will, no doubt, be another lie, and this is probably where the whole con comes together for her. I’ll have to be on alert.

Straightening my spine, I raise my brows and assess her body language. It’s open, no longer the closed off mess she tried so hard to hide previously.

She still confuses the fuck out of me, but I’m ready to see what she wants to do.

“Oh, Diamond. It’s about time.”