Page 30 of The Temptation (Executive Suite Secrets #4)

The worry that had been building in my chest evaporated in an instant, and as I was catching my breath, the devil ducked his head to take my dick into his mouth.

I barely remembered to slap my hand to my mouth, because there was no fucking way I was going to hold in my cries of pleasure.

The wet heat and suction had my eyes rolling into my head.

Nothing had ever felt so fucking good. My orgasm was trying to break free, and we’d just begun.

I couldn’t tear my eyes away from watching my cock sliding in and out of that perfect mouth.

Pierce hooked my left leg over his arm and lifted it onto his shoulder, moving in even closer.

He took me even deeper into his mouth and softly moaned, sending delicious vibrations across my dick.

A slick fingertip circled my hole, and my brain shorted out.

When the hell had this man grabbed the lube?

I wasn’t even sure where I’d dropped it.

He pressed one finger inside me, and a hiss of pain escaped me.

Pierce lifted his head, my dick sliding from his lips. “You’re tight. Very fucking tight.”

“Been a while,” I gritted out, willing my body to fucking relax.

Pierce froze, and his eyes narrowed on me. Fuck.

“Exactly how long?” he bit out slowly. I opened my mouth to fling out some bullshit, but he cut me off. “How long since you’ve been with someone?”

Dear God, why the hell did he have to be so astute? It had been at least two months since I’d used a dildo on myself. That should count for plenty, but I knew what he was worried about.

“Oh. That.” I shrugged, trying to sound nonchalant as I admitted, “Never.”

Pierce closed his eyes, and lines dug into his face as if he were suddenly in great pain.

Yes, I was technically a twenty-seven- year-old virgin, but I’d always known I was a big screaming bottom, and I didn’t want anyone’s dick in me besides Pierce’s.

That didn’t mean I hadn’t had my dick sucked more than a few times, and I’d even sucked a few cocks during my college years.

I wanted to be at least a little good at it in the event that I got my shot at Pierce’s cock one day.

“I really doubt that you imagined your first time being on the floor of my office,” Pierce gritted out between clenched teeth.

“Of course I fucking did,” I replied, getting him to open his eyes. “I imagined you fucking me in your office, in your car, pressed against the wall of a dirty bathroom stall, and even in your bed. The only thing that mattered to me was that it was your dick inside me for my first time.”

My breath caught in my chest, and I waited. Was he going to walk away, completely unwilling to go a step further with me? That would be mean. I was hard and horny.

Pierce didn’t leave me hanging in limbo too long. With a growl, he lunged and captured my mouth in a deep, demanding kiss that left me whimpering and desperate. That finger playing with my hole pushed forward, stretching me a bit more. A sweet slide from the lube mixed with a slight burn.

The kiss stretched on and on as he worked my ass, loosening me up bit by bit. My hand moved on my dick, stroking in time with his movements until I had to clamp on the root to keep from coming.

“Hurry. Please,” I begged, my lips crushed into his. “So close.”

Pierce wordlessly nodded and withdrew his hand to work on getting the condom on his dick. Beads of sweat dotted his brow, glistening in the dim lamplight. His dark eyes were blown so wide. He was lost to the hunger and heat as much as I was.

The slick head brushed against my hole, teasing me, and I whined with need. Pierce pressed in, and I gasped. “Fuck.”

Pierce froze. “Stop?”

“No. Just surprised. You’re bigger than my dildo.”

A harsh, strained laugh broke from his throat, and he moved in a little farther.

“What? You think I didn’t try to guess your size? Wanted to be ready when you finally fucked me.”

A wicked grin pulled at the corners of his lips. His arms were braced on either side of my head, and he stared at me, looking so damn sexy I could have cried. “How does the real thing compare?” As he spoke, he pushed in deeper and withdrew.

I slapped a hand over my mouth. It had been in my brain to tease him that his dick wasn’t a pretty shade of blue, but the thought disintegrated under the intense wave of both pain and pleasure.

He was so hot and thick inside me. That perfect dick stretched and filled me in the most amazing ways. I didn’t ever want this to end.

“Should I stop?” Pierce, the bastard, actually slowed and pulled back until only the head stretched that tight ring of muscles.

“No! God, no! Don’t stop. Don’t ever stop,” I pleaded as softly as I could. There was some pain, but it was nothing compared to how good he felt.

“How about I try to get you there faster?”

My brain was still trying to figure out what he meant as he grabbed my hip to tilt me at a slightly different angle.

He leaned in close, balancing himself on his other forearm as he slammed home, filling me completely.

Before the shout of ecstasy could leave my throat, Pierce was there to capture it in his mouth.

All my nerve endings lit up as his magic cock found my prostate.

He fucked me so hard I was sure I was going to die.

With my heel digging into the floor, I attempted to lift my hips, meeting him thrust for thrust even as he held my hip.

My leaking cock was brushing his flat abdomen, teasing me with almost enough friction to shove me over the edge.

Suddenly he stopped, every muscle frozen.

I nearly cried out. I was so fucking close to coming it was painful.

Yet the first whimper didn’t leave my lips when I heard it.

Footsteps coming down the short hallway leading to Pierce’s office.

There was only Pierce’s office and Marie’s in this corridor.

Maybe it was Marie. It had to be Marie. But it didn’t matter because I had locked the door. Right?

The frantic, desperate thoughts swirled in my head. Were we about to be caught? The boss balls deep in his virgin boyfriend’s ass. That was a hell of a first impression.

We held still, only breathing and straining to hear the direction of the footsteps.

They stopped close. Maybe Marie’s office?

I tensed, waiting to hear someone grab the doorknob to Pierce’s office, and suddenly, Pierce moved.

He pushed deep inside me, moving so slowly my eyes rolled into my head and I almost swallowed my tongue.

My wandering brain was jerked back to focus by the thick feel of him filling me.

My eyes snapped to his face, and the bastard was staring at me, sweat running along his temple and the most wicked grin on his face. He knew exactly what he was doing—seeing how far he could push me as we hovered on the edge of discovery. Pierce was a naughty boy, and I loved it.

He continued to move, each thrust deep and slow, driving the air out of my lungs as he filled me completely. I clung to him while biting on my cheek to keep from making any noise.

At last, the footsteps resumed, heading away from the office.

The second we could no longer hear them, Pierce slammed into me and covered my mouth with his to capture my scream.

All those tense muscles and electrified nerve endings exploded at once.

The hold on my orgasm snapped like a stretched rubber band, and my entire body shattered into a thousand tiny shards of euphoric bliss.

Thoughts scattered to the wind, I could only float on this wave of pleasure, vaguely aware of the wonderful grunts and groans coming from Pierce’s lips as he chased me over the edge of oblivion. His sweaty body jerked, and he moaned as he pressed his forehead to mine.

I tried to smile at him, but it was too hard to get any of my body parts to obey my commands. The one thing that mattered was that he was mine, whether or not he realized it. I just had to figure out a way to make sure he stayed mine.