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I gasped at the feeling of the ice cube being pushed inside my channel. I was so hot for Adrian, I knew it would be melted within mere seconds. What we were doing was so risky, and it was so unlike him to take such a risk at the office. It briefly made me wonder what was going on.

He yanked my head to the side and I caught my lower lip between my teeth while he licked and nibbled down the side of my neck. The hand that had been between my legs moved upward to grab my breast, kneading it roughly through my shirt before tugging my shirt free and deftly sliding the buttons through their holes one-handed.

“That took talent,” I murmured, enjoying the throaty chuckle I got in response.

This was the Adrian I liked to see. The one who let his stoic control ease a bit to allow the man underneath to show himself to me. Still one-handed, Adrian pushed the material off my shoulder, then attacked my flesh with his mouth, biting and sucking hard enough to make me shiver. Reaching one arm behind him, I placed my hand on the back of his head, threading my fingers in his hair and tugging on the strands to convey my pleasure. That seemed to spur him on.

Shoving my bra up over my breasts, he captured first one taut peak between his fingers, then the other, pinching and twisting the hard buds until they were both throbbing and I was whisper moaning while my back arched upward. I desperately needed to feel his lips on mine. So far, he’d kissed most everywhere but my mouth.

“Please, Sir.”

“What is it, Karma?” he practically growled in my ear. “What is it that you need?”

“Kiss me. I need you to kiss me.”

I felt the hand in my hair release and panicked, believing I had crossed a line, but when his lips slammed over mine and both of his hands now cupped my breasts, I was overtaken by a sense of euphoria.

Was this what Blair had felt when they were together?

I had no business thinking of my sister now, so I pushed her, and any confusion I had about her diary confessions out of my head, choosing instead to just feel. One of the things the girls on Olympus said over and over again was that part of what they enjoyed about being a submissive was that they didn’t need to think or plan. They just needed to feel and be.

Adrian ate at my lips, kissing me as though this was the last time he would ever see me. His fingers plucked, rolled, and twisted my nipples until they were sore, but I didn’t want him to stop. I didn’t want any of this to stop. Since I had started working for him, things had been different between us… strange even. I was having a hard time reading him because one minute he was ever the business mogul: cold, professional, and by-the-book. The next minute, though, when we were alone in the office, he couldn’t keep his hands off of me, but it was almost as if he hated himself for it.

Turning slightly in my chair so I could get better access to Adrian, I kissed him back with everything I had. Our tongues tangled and I nipped at his until he pulled back and gave me a warning about topping from the bottom. I still wasn’t entirely sure what that meant. I just knew I wanted to show him how much I desired him.

I heard his name spoken on the phone. He reached across me to unmute the line. He answered the question posed, speaking for several moments to expand on his reply, then muted again and went right back to biting the side of my neck. I was stunned.

I was even more stunned when he grabbed another ice cube and began rubbing it over my nipples. My head dropped back on my shoulders, and I dug my nails into his scalp.

“Sir…” I whimpered.

More ice, but this time, he kept the cold isolated to one nipple while he pinched the other, using his fingernails this time. I gasped, my body trembling from the overload of sensation I was feeling. He hadn’t even begun to work me between my legs, but it didn’t matter. This man could make me climax from practically anything, even talking to me. And he knew it.

“How wet are you, Karma?” He rasped in my ear before biting the lobe. Adrian ran his tongue around the shell of it and I felt a fresh rush of moisture between my legs in that instant. I swear he did that on purpose just to get that reaction out of me.

“Very. You know I am,” I sassed. I heard the rattle of the ice in the glass as he grabbed another cube. I practically held my breath while I waited to feel where he would touch next. I jumped when the cold hit my abdomen. He ran the ice across my stomach, and I felt the top of my skirt grow wet.

“Take your fucking panties off and drape your legs over the chair,” he ordered. “I want to see what’s mine.”

“Yes, Sir,” I whispered with a nod.

Lifting my ass in the chair, I slid my thong down and off my legs. I was about to drop them to the floor when Adrian took them from me. Turning to look over my shoulder, I actually blushed when I watched him smell them, inhaling deeply. The look on his face was almost feral.

“Don’t ever be embarrassed by desire, Karma. The smell of your arousal is intoxicating. Now do as I said before I lose my patience.”

“Yes, Sir.” Hiking my skirt up even higher on my hips, I scooted down so my ass was closer to the edge of the chair and I draped a leg over each arm. I was fully and completely exposed from clit to back entrance. I felt very vulnerable, but I also felt… safe. Surprisingly, safe.

He stepped close behind me and I could feel him peering down at me. Was he pleased?

Just then, the call came to an end. He unmuted the line, everyone said their goodbyes, then he turned back to me. His eyes roamed over me hungrily before focusing on my pussy. My heart raced in my chest, the beat echoed in the throbbing of my clit when he stepped between my knees before roughly inserting three fingers, making me arch upward.

“Yesss,” I hissed with pleasure.

He worked those fingers in and out, scissoring them to touch my inner walls. He added a fourth and I had to clamp my lips shut to keep from moaning. I was quickly learning that working for Adrian Benedict was going to test my ability to remain silent.

“You’ve missed me,” he said, matter-of-factly.

“Yes, Sir,” I managed to choke out.

“You’ve missed my dick in this sweet pussy,” he said.

“Yes, Sir,” I whispered. “It aches. I ache for you.”

“Is that what you were dreaming about last night?” He asked.

Back to this again? Why did it matter so much what I had been dreaming about?

I hadn’t been lying when I said I didn’t remember what my dream had been. I didn’t usually remember what the content of my dreams was. I decided the best course of action would be to compromise on my answer.

“I truly don’t remember my dream from last night, but… I… do have dreams that I remember… and they are of you,” I said, proud of myself for forming a complete sentence. “Sometimes we are at Lotus. Sometimes we are in the office. Sometimes we are… oh god!” I broke off on a high-pitched whisper when he began to make the ‘come here’ motion with his fingers right behind my pubic bone.

I was shaking violently with the need to come, but he hadn’t given me permission to do so. After several more seconds of the sensual torture, he backed off, removing his fingers entirely and leaving me panting with need. The bastard was edging me.

“Sometimes we are what?” He said, kneeling between my legs this time. Oh god. I gripped the arms of the chair, curling my fingers into the leather, watching his dark head while he kissed his way up the inside of my right thigh. I felt the scruff of his beard against my skin and knew I would feel it against my very sensitive clit shortly. Adrian Benedict was playing hardball today.

When he reached the top of my leg, he bit me before looking up, his gorgeous eyes holding mine. “Sometimes we are what, Karma? Don’t make me ask again.”

“Wha? Oh. Sometimes we are just… out. Together. Nowhere specific. Just walking, talking, at the park with Lug Nut.”

An odd look came into his eyes, but then it was gone. He turned his attention to the other thigh and moved his hands to my breasts, quickly working me back into a frenzy.

It was easy to understand why my sister had fallen for Adrian. I was finding it difficult not to do the same myself.

I heard the glass rattle again and watched while he popped several ice cubes into his mouth. My eyes widened while he worked them around from side to side, grinning evilly while he did so.

Lowering his head between my legs once more, he took my clit in his mouth and I clamped my hands over mine to stifle my scream of pleasure.