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Roxanne

“ H e is an asshole,” I mutter under my breath as I walk toward the elevators. I push the button to get out of here as soon as possible, and I remember I still have to put on my shoes. I stare at the pink sneakers, and a pang of shame hits my chest.

Anyone seeing me would assume I just had sex with him, and that he kicked me out before I could even dress properly. Why else would I be doing this walk of shame? The man always gets away with it, never the woman.

The ding of the elevator and the doors sliding open should remind me that it is time to walk away and face the reality that he is not into me.

But the truth is that there is a chance that he wants me.

The erection that I felt in his pants tonight is the same that he had years ago.

Nothing changed in that department. And I want answers.

I won’t accept this second rejection like the stupid girl I was the first time.

Instead of stepping forward and going home to nurse my bruised ego, I spin and charge down the hall I just came from.

I push the door open and find Leonard standing behind his desk.

His hands are pressed against the dark wood, and his head is slumped between his shoulders.

He seems defeated. He raises a surprised gaze as soon as I step inside.

“Why? I want a reasonable explanation for why you pushed me away again,” I say more firmly than I expected, considering the turmoil agitating my chest.

He shakes his head and looks down.

“If it’s because you’re not attracted to me, fine, but tell me. If it’s because of my age, fine, but I remind you I’m a consenting adult. And if it’s about Raphael, he’s not my father. He has no say in my personal life,” I press, stepping forward until I reach his desk.

He shakes his head again and looks up at me with tormented eyes. I didn’t expect such vulnerability from him. He’s always so put together that now I’m doubting whether I did the right thing coming here.

“I don’t know,” he admits.

Well, I didn’t expect that. His face is honest. There is no way he is lying his way out of this conversation. And I’m confused.

“How is that possible?” I ask, genuinely curious.

He plops into his chair and crosses his hands on his lap. A small smile appears on his face. Is he embarrassed by this conversation? This is a first.

“Every single motivation to stay away from you just crumbled tonight,” he explains. “You’re right. There is no reason for me not to consider you a woman I’m attracted to.”

“So you are attracted to me?” I double-check. You never know. I walk around the desk and stand in front of him.

He chuckles briefly. “Wasn’t it obvious?” He beckons towards his pants.

“Well, yes, but then you pushed me away, so…” I let him draw his own conclusions.

He lets out a sigh and rubs a hand over his face. He seems almost defeated. “I don’t know why. Maybe because I’ve never had sex in my office, and I don’t want to treat you like a cheap fuck. You’re not.”

He is so serious he’s almost cute. Jesus, I have to stop thinking this man is cute. He is Leonard, for Pete’s sake. He is hot, exudes power, is cold as ice, is an asshole…he is most definitely not cute.

I walk closer to him, my chest barely containing my racing heart. This is it. This is my chance.

“I never thought you considered me a cheap fuck. We were both into it. It happened here, so what? It’s a place like any another.

” I grab his tie and pull it off his neck.

“On the contrary, I think it’s flattering that someone like you can’t resist fucking me in his office,” I purr in his ear as I grab his wrists and wrap the tie around them.

“Someone like me?” He smirks, but his breathing is more erratic than before.

“Yes, powerful, sexy, gorgeous.” I smile, standing up and bringing his tied wrists over his head. I walk around his chair and secure the other end of the tie to the back of it. I hear him suck in a breath.

I grin. I love this game.

“What are you doing?” he growls when I walk in front of him.

I curve my lips in a mischievous smile. “I’m making sure you won’t push me away and run this time.”

He lets out a deep chuckle. “Believe me, I don’t want to go anywhere.”

“Good, because I have plans for you tonight,” I purr while I slowly unbutton his shirt without ever moving my eyes from his.

“Fuck,” he whispers. His gaze drips lust.

I part his legs and go down on my knees. His hard cock is straining against the fabric of his pants. A big, mouthwatering cock. I slowly unbutton his shirt until I can open it, push the fabric aside, and admire his chiseled body. How is it possible to have such perfection in one single person?

His lustful gaze never leaves my face, taking in every inch of me and biting his lower lip when I move forward and kiss each one of his abs. I go down to the edge of his pants and then lick my way up the delicious cleft between his perfectly defined muscles.

A smattering of dark hair covers his lower belly, disappearing under his pants and showing the way for my lips, where they will indulge in trying to drive him crazy.

I don’t think it will be difficult for me to achieve that task.

His lustful eyes and erratic breath suggest that he is reaching his limit.

His abs twitch under my touch, his skin ripples, and when I grab his belt and unbuckle it, his arms strain to free himself.

“You’re going to kill me,” he murmurs breathlessly.

I grin. “Not my intention,” I say, winking at him.

He lets out a low growl and raises his hips, pushing his erection toward my face.

“You’re such an impatient man. Always get what you want, don’t you?” I purr, dragging my nails over the strained fabric covering his cock.

“You have no idea.” His voice comes out so deep a shudder runs down my spine.

He is not the only one wanting to speed things up. I’m so soaked that my panties feel cold against my skin. Damn, I’ll come as soon as I let his cock sink into me.

I unbutton his pants and grab the hem. He raises his hips to help me drag them down to his ankles, along with his boxer briefs. His erection springs free in front of my face. Hot, hard, and…massive. I don’t know if I can fit all of this glorious cock in my mouth.

I look up at him, and the smirk plastering his face tells me he is pleased by my reaction—pompous asshole.

“Do you think you can handle it?” he asks smugly.

I scoff. “You always underestimate me.”

I lick my way up from the base to the tip and kiss the salty pearl leaking from it. My tongue sweeps a couple of times around the hot cock head, eliciting a hiss from his lips.

“Fuck!” he growls when I sink his erection deep inside my mouth.

I take a deep breath, keeping my gag reflex at bay, then sink it even deeper into my throat and suck. I watch his eyes roll back in pleasure.

“Holy shit!” he whispers, lowering his wide eyes to mine.

Pride expands in my chest when I see his surprised and lost face. I bob my head, reaching out my hand to fondle his shaved sack. I keep it going for a few moments until his hips push up, trying to fuck my mouth. I let his cock out with a loud pop of my lips.

“Oh, no, sweetheart, you are not going to come like this. I want to ride you first,” I tease, standing up.

He lets out a frustrated huff. “Where did you learn to talk like that?” He grins.

I shrug. “I told you I’m not a kid anymore.”

“I can see that. And when I’m free from this chair, I will fuck that brat attitude right out of you,” he promises.

“I’m counting on it.” I wink at him before grabbing the hem of my tank top and slipping it over my head.

He sucks in a breath, and his eyes widen when I reach back to unhook my bra. I make a show, letting it fall at his feet, and I savor the powerful feeling of seeing him entirely at my mercy.

When I turn around and hook my fingers under the hem of my shorts, I can hear his heavy breath and feel his heated eyes on me.

I’m slowly killing him. He is so caught up in this moment.

I’m sure he would gladly free his hands to grab me and fuck me like no other has ever done.

He’s usually in charge, I’m sure about that, but I like that he lets me play with him.

I decide to take him out of his misery and slip my panties off with the shorts, bending down and giving him the full view of my bare ass.

I hear him struggle to free his hands, but when I turn around, they’re still in place.

Only his chest is having a hard time inhaling enough oxygen, and his eyes are roaming every inch of my naked body.

I smile. “Condom?”

I hope he has one. I’m on the pill, but I’m not used to going without one, even if I’m pretty sure I can’t trust him. It’s not like he’s a guy I picked up at a bar. Still, this is the first time and I feel more comfortable this way.

“My desk, bottom drawer,” he answers quickly.

I raise an eyebrow. “Very suspicious for someone who never fucks in his office.”

I’m teasing him. I’m glad he’s not one of those men who keeps a condom in his wallet. I don’t even know if he has a wallet. Usually, unbelievably rich people don’t own one, just a small patch of leather that contains all their credit cards.

He chuckles. “I’m a thoughtful man. I also have one box at home and one in the car I use for daily travel. I’m not a teenager who goes around with a condom in my wallet. I don’t even have one!”

I knew it! Rich people, no wallet. I bend down to pick up the golden foil from his desk and I notice that there are no missing pieces from the box. He’s telling the truth when he says he doesn’t fuck in his office.

He growls. “Bend down like that again, and I swear I’ll break this chair to put my hands on that glorious ass.”