Page 17 of Risque (Pack It In #1)

Epilogue

Mila

Wined, dined, and fucked.

The best three things in the whole entire world. Having Mr. Holt shove his phone in my face to show me that Jasmine had put in her resignation just after dinner? Even better. And then, when Mr. Holt wouldn’t stop kissing me, telling me that I wasn’t going home tonight?

Swoon.

We kind of still needed to talk about the whole mate thing but for now, I’m ecstatic about this new step. After all, Mr. Holt is now a twisted definition of a sugar daddy. Like sure, I’ll still be working for him but now there’s nothing stopping me from just sitting on his knot whenever I please.

Or doing this.

Somehow, I’ve woken up to the most delicious sight and before I know it, I’m swallowing Mr. Holt’s cock in my mouth, groaning and sucking his length deeper in between my hollowed cheeks.

My current position couldn’t be more perfect—my ass facing Mr. Holt. He made a joke last night about wanting a little extra dessert, so now I’m tempting him to put his mouth where his words are.

Literally.

I lean back on his chest, releasing his cock and am about to turn around to smile down at my Alpha when I catch his sleepy grin.

“What a wonderful sight to wake up to, sweetheart.”

My poor, bruised hole flutters as warmth breath fans my hole, slick slipping down onto Mr. Holt’s chest. My cheeks flame with heat as I lean back down to take his cock into my mouth but my Alpha wants his own taste.

He wraps his hands around my thighs and drags me back, his lips directly against my leaking hole.

“Just a little dessert before breakfast,” he rumbles and then his tongue plunges inside of me. I fall face forward, too short to reach his cock, not that I could focus on it.

“Mm, yes, please, ” I groan, burying my face in his torso, just above his cock. I can almost reach, wrapping my fingers around his knot as Mr. Holt fucks me with his tongue, both of us drawing pleasure from this moment.

The friction isn’t enough, though, not even as I start riding his chest, my cock rubbing between us. Not until Mr. Holt adds two thick fingers inside of me alongside his tongue and curves them forward.

Stars dot my vision as I cry out, squeezing my Alpha’s cock, my entire body shuddering with my release. Ropes of cum hit the top of my head, Mr. Holt groaning through his own release as he loosens his grip on my thighs.

“I didn’t expect to get this messy. Shit, Sir, you have a meeting in an hour.”

The Alpha chuckles as he rolls me onto my back and sits up. “As much as I want to cancel it, I can’t. So, how about this,” He bends over to place a filthy kiss on my lips. “Be ready to go in ten minutes and I’ll let you sit under my desk again to have your way with me.”

I hesitate, my gaze dipping down to his cock, flushed, red, and angry. He merely raises a brow, testing my restraint. In the next second, I’m scrambling off the bed, tripping over sheets to get to the bathroom.

Pleasuring my Alpha at work? Sold.