His eyes hold mine as he begins to work me hard, thick pumps of his fingers as he pins me against the wall. “Open your fucking legs, Landon,” he hisses.
His harsh words bring a rush of arousal and he smiles as he bites my ear. “I want it wet, swollen.” He adds another finger and I throw my head back against the wall.
Oh hell.
The sound of my wet body sucking him in echoes around his office.
“What if someone walks in?” I whimper.
“Then they’ll have to wait their turn.” He grabs a handful of my hair and drags my face to him. “You’re going to bend over my desk. You’re going to open up that pretty little pussy for me.” He jerks me hard, his grip on my hair is almost painful. “And you’re going to take my cock and then get on your knees and drink me down.”
He grabs my face in his hands. “Do you understand me?” he commands.
I nod, arousal screaming through my body like never before.
He drags me to his desk and pushes me over it; he tears my dress up and I hear the zip of his fly. Gone is the sensitive lover I’ve had of late.
Elliot Miles is here in all his glory.
Fuck . . . I’ve missed him.
With one hand gripping a handful of my hair, he slams in hard.
The burn of his possession stretches me, burns like never before.
My mouth falls open as I try to deal with him, my face mangled into his desk.
Up close and personal.
His hands go to my shoulders as he rides me hard, the sound of our skin-slapping echoing.
They’ll know.
He moans, and from the guttural sound he makes, I know he’s close.
He pulls out and in one movement, pulls me up and pushes me down to my knees, slides his cock down my throat and with his two hands gripping my hair, he comes in a rush.
I nearly choke; he’s a lot of man to take like this.
His dark eyes hold mine as he slowly pumps my mouth, completely emptying himself into me.
His chest rises and falls as he gasps for air, his grip on my hair loosens.
I lick my lips. “Happy birthday, sir.”
A trace of a smile crosses his face as he realizes we’re still in role play, and he zips up his trousers. “Stand up, Miss Landon.”
I stand and he pulls my dress down and straightens it, pulls his fingers through my hair to neaten it.
I lick my lips again, excited that he called me here to get a blow job at work. “Will that be all, sir?” I whisper.
His dark eyes hold mine. “For now.”
He walks around and sits behind his desk, leans back in his chair.
Arrogance personified.
“I’ll . . . get back to work, Mr. Miles.”
He nods as he picks up his pen.
I pick up my bag and walk toward the door.
“Miss Landon.”
I turn back toward him. “Yes sir.”
“Well done.” He tilts his chin to the sky. “Excellent reporting skills.”
I smirk. Bastard.
“I try my best, sir.”
I leave and walk down the corridor and out into the reception area, and with their boss literally on my tongue, I bid his secretaries goodbye.
The car pulls up in front of a huge house and I peer out. Elliot squeezes my hand on my lap. “Ready?’