Page 185 of Wicked Proposal

But not to take off his clothes.

I don’t even manage to exhale with relief before I feel his mouth on me. His wicked tongue, lashing through the drenched folds of my pussy. I can feel his teeth, his tongue, his lips—everywhere.

Every inch of skin he touches burns like fire, like lightning.

He lifts my legs onto his shoulders, pressing even closer. The new angle gives him better access, and he uses it, fucking me with his tongue.

I dig my nails into his hair and try desperately not to come.

But it’s useless. With Yulian, it always is. It isn’t long before I’m shaking on the desk, trembling with the force of an orgasm I’m still trying to stave off.

“Yul—!”

“Come for me, kitten.” He doesn’t stop, not for one goddamn second. “Come, or I won’t fuck you next.”

It’s a threat I can’t ignore.

When his mouth sinks into me again, I’m lost.

I come—hard.

“Good girl.”

The praise washes over me like touch. I tug his head down to mine and kiss him hard. I can taste myself on his lips, on his tongue. I can smell my scent on his beard.

“Asshole,” I gasp afterwards.

His hands slide around to cup my ass. “Is that a request?”

The thought of prying that particular door open sends a thrill of excitement down my spine. “Maybe someday,” I concede, trying not to sound too eager.

But my words only darken his gaze further. “Is that an answer, then?”

I fix him with a liquid stare. “Not yet.”

He understands what I want immediately. Like always. Like our bodies have learned to speak with each other of their own accord.

When he finally goes to unbutton his pants, I push myself up to a sitting position and reach for him. Then I rub his cock through his pants.

He bites his lip, letting out a harsh, heavy exhale. “Blyat’.”

I smirk.

And keep rubbing.

“Mia.” It’s the first time he’s called me by my name since we’ve started fucking on his desk, and it’s a warning. One I fully intend to ignore.

“Yes?”

“Behave.”

“Make me.”

He lets out a growl, grabbing my face and pulling me in for a deep, dirty kiss. “You asked for this.”

He pulls me off the desk and spins me around, bending me over it. The polished wood is cold under my breasts, the air hot and sticky against my bare back.

He presses himself up behind me, grinding his erection against the curve of my ass. His mouth finds my ear, his breath hot and damp against the shell. “Are you ready for me,kotyonok?”