Page 21 of Undeniably Corrupt (Boston’s Irresistible Billionaires #7)

“I met him in California,” she starts. “He works for a pharmaceutical company and used to come into the hospital I worked in. He was nice and charming and spoke with an accent that made all the nurses swoon. He asked me out, and we started dating and I was dumb and young and slept with him too soon.”

“Did you love him?”

“I don’t know. I told myself I did, but when I got pregnant with Hazel, I felt trapped and scared instead of excited and happy. Then we moved to Boston, which was one of the last places I wanted to be.”

“Why?”

She shakes her head, and I move back to her pussy, no longer able to stay away. My finger glides up and down her slit over the satin, getting it nice and wet so she’ll feel it long after I’m done with her. A shudder runs through her, and she bites her lip.

“I shouldn’t let you do this. We said one time and then done.”

“Do you want me to stop?”

Her blue eyes burn into mine, and finally she shakes her head.

“He left you. ”

She groans, annoyed I keep pestering her with my questions.

“Yes. He left. He told me he was going back to Italy for work and to visit his family. He said he’d only be gone a week or so.

A day after he left, I got the bills from our credit cards.

I panicked. I thought someone had stolen our cards, but when I went to our bank account that he had us combine two months prior, it was empty.

My student loan money was gone too. When I called him, his phone was disconnected, and I haven’t heard from him since. ”

I nearly smile at that. Now I can ruin him and not feel like a psycho for it.

“Thank you for telling me that.” I flip her dress up to her hips, pull her panties to the side, and slip two fingers straight into her. So fucking wet and tight, my cock thrums. “Put your feet on the arms of my chair, Angel.”

“Vander,” she moans. “Jesus. This is becoming a bad habit for us.”

It is. She’s not wrong.

“Can I trust you?”

Her eyes flare, and she parries, “Can I trust you?” back at me.

Touché .

She’s keeping things from me, and I’m keeping things from her.

And maybe right now, I want to keep this Agent Vega thing close to my chest until I get a better sense of what’s going on. Until I’m able to dig a little deeper and find out a bit more.

“We’re not doing this again,” she pants, rocking into my hand as I twist my wrist so my thumb can rub her clit while I finger her.

“Agreed.”

“Ah, fuck,” she cries, only to temper the volume of her voice as I pick up my pace.

I might be agreeing, but I don’t know how long I’ll be able to go without another hit of her.

I can’t stand how pretty her pussy is and how incredible she smells or the way she feels or the noises she makes for me or how fucking stunning she is when she comes for me. “I don’t understand what you’re doing.”

“What do you mean?” I chuckle, kissing along the inside of her knees. “I thought this was pretty self-explanatory. I’m making you come. It’s third base, remember?”

“But you’re not trying to fuck me.”

“No.” Because if I’m like this with her now, I’ll be a million times worse if I fuck her. If I feel her body wrapped around mine with me inside her, there will be no coming back from that for me. Especially if I fuck her the way I want to fuck her.

“Isn’t that what men always want?”

I smile against her skin and nibble on it. “I didn’t say I didn’t want to fuck you, Angel. I’m simply not. You’re used to weak men who take without care or thought. That’s not how I operate. Why? Is that what you want?”

I thrust my fingers in and out, adding a third and crooking them up so I hit her G-spot. Sucking two fingers on my other hand into my mouth, I rub the wet digits on her clit.

“Do you want me to stand up and yank you off this desk, spin you around, lift your ugly dress, and thrust deep inside of you?”

Her eyes close and she bites her lip, her cheeks flushed and her chest heaving as her hands struggle to hold up her weight. She’s dripping all over my hands, and the walls of her pussy are growing tighter, more sensitive. She’s close, and it makes my cock pulse.

“Yes,” she moans. “I do. I want that. I want to feel you like that. But I also don’t.”

I pull my fingers from her and stand. Her eyes flash open, and she watches me. I have no idea what I’m doing. We’re at work in the middle of the day, and this is easily one of the riskiest things I’ve ever done here, which is saying something .

I hold my finger, wet and covered in her pussy, up to my lips. “You can’t make a sound.”

She shivers and squirms, but I’m not going to fuck her.

No matter how much I’m dying to. Behind her are my keyboard and a monitor, and that won’t work.

So I move her to the edge where there’s nothing but open glass and use the flat of my hand to push her back.

I’m dying for her tits. Like seriously fucking dying for them.

I’d love nothing more than to rip this hideous dress from her, but she has to go back to work after this, and so do I.

I wrap her thighs around my waist and adjust her so her pussy is lined up with my hard dick that’s straining through my pants. I don’t take myself out. And this won’t be the most comfortable or even enough for me, but if my dick touches her bare pussy, it’ll be over, and I can’t do that.

So with my eyes on hers, I grind myself up until the head of my cock and the silky fabric of my pants hit her clit.

Her eyes glaze over, and she props herself up on her elbows so she can see better. “Vander. Holy shit.” She moans as I do it again. “What is that?”

She’s feeling my piercings. She doesn’t know it, but that’s what it is. My piercings are rubbing her and rolling in me, and it’s so good while not being nearly enough.

“I said shhh.” My office is soundproof, but she doesn’t know that, and I like this game.

She emits a shaky laugh. “Not sure how I’ll do that, but I’ll try. Do I get fired for dry fucking the boss and coming too loudly?”

I smile, momentarily thinking about how Alesha wanted me to fire her. That’s why I called her in, isn’t it? To talk to her. Except Alesha is jealous, and Liora, for only being here such a short amount of time, is doing better than I expected her to.

Bending forward, I press her down into the glass, putting us face-to-face. “You’re not getting away from me that easily. Now be a good little angel and come all over my cock and pants. I want to see a big, wet spot from you. You did that to me once. Do you remember?”

She nods, her eyes pinching tight.

“You were sitting on my lap in the back seat of the car while your brother was driving, and all my friends were around us. You kept wiggling on my hard dick, driving me crazy. I played with your clit.” I reach between us and tap it.

“Like that. And you came on me. I had those jeans on my face every time I jerked off for a week after until they lost your smell.”

“Oh, god.” She moans. “Fuck.” She rubs harder against me as I grind and thrust and dry fuck into her pussy.

“We have to do that again, Angel. No one can know what I’m doing to you in here. No sound.”

Her grip tightens, and I can feel her wetness soaking my pants, and I’m not sure I’ve ever been this turned on in my life. Seeing her up close like this. Feeling her tits crushed against my chest. Having her squirm and move and fuck up into me, desperate for the pleasure only I can give her.

“That’s it.” My forearms meet the glass on either side of her head, and I move harder, using my thighs and ass muscles to really dig into her. I’m close too. So fucking close, I know I’m going to come with her. I won’t even try to stop it.

Her hands grip the back of my hair and shoulder, and she holds on as I take her like this, watching her blissed-out expression.

“Are you going to come too?”

I suck on her bottom lip, refusing to kiss her but nibbling and tasting all the same. “Yes.”

“Ah. Yes. Oh my god, I’m going to come. Shit, Vander, I’m on your desk at work and I’m going to come.”

I’d laugh at that if I weren’t two seconds from blowing my load in my pants like a teenager.

“All over me, Angel. I mean it. ”

“Shit.” She bites my lip, and I cover hers with mine to muffle her sounds as she arches and moans and writhes beneath me, against me, milking my own orgasm from me that comes faster than I wanted. I wanted to watch her finish, but there’s no stopping it.

The feel of her like this is out of this world and my balls tighten as pleasure skyrockets through me, shooting jets of cum all over the inside of my briefs and pants. She feels it too, and it sets her off. Her nails dig into my shoulder and scalp as she continues to ride me.

The moment we’re both done and she sags, I pull back and stare down at the sight before me. Her legs spread wide, her cunt flushed and swollen and wet. My slacks with a large, dark stain on them, both of our cum mixed together. It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my life.

She adjusts her panties and closes her legs as she pushes herself up. I help her get the rest of the way there and to stand.

Her eyes, cautious and insanely blue, meet mine. “Will anything between us ever be healthy or normal?”

I cup her face in my hand, staring into her, but I have no answer I can give. Even as it hits me like a shot to the chest. I want to say yes. I want to be everything that’s right instead of wrong with her. I’m just not sure that’s possible for us.