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Fall Into You (Morally Gray, #2)(98)

Author:J.T. Geissinger

I glance nervously at the door. “What are you doing? I thought we were supposed to be discreet!”

“I need to discreetly bury my dick in your perfect pussy, Ms. Sanders.”

Kneeling beside the sofa, he pulls my panties down my legs and removes them, balls them in his fist, puts them to his nose and inhales deeply, then shoves them into his pocket. Then he puts his face between my legs and eats me until I’m rocking my hips against his face, desperate to orgasm.

Before I can, he rises, unclasps his belt and unzips his slacks, takes his hard cock in his hand, and shoves it inside me.

“Mr. McCord,” I whisper, gazing up at him with my pulse flying. “This is highly irregular. I might have to report you to human resources.”

He takes my mouth and fucks me hard and fast, driving into me with powerful thrusts. We’re both quiet except for the sound of our ragged breathing. When I come, I’m looking into his eyes. I say his name in a broken whisper, and it sends him over the edge.

Jerking, he empties himself inside me silently, his face pressed to my neck and both hands under my ass. He digs his fingers into my flesh and shudders, then releases the faintest, most erotic moan.

We lie there holding each other and panting until Marion’s voice comes over his desk phone intercom.

“Mr. McCord, your father’s on his way to see you.”

He lifts his head and stares at me. “Fuck.”

We scramble to our feet and fix our clothing. I smooth my hands over my hair as Cole strides across the office to pick up the papers strewn all over the floor. When he’s got them all together, he shoves the folder at me and takes his chair behind his desk just as his father raps his knuckles sharply on the door.

Panicking, I throw myself into the chair across from Cole’s desk and clutch the folder in my shaking hands.

Cole looks at me. “Ready?”

“Oh God.”

“You’ll be fine. Just smile.” He calls out, “Come in.”

The elder McCord walks through the door.

Wearing a double-breasted pinstripe suit and a chunky gold watch, his bearing regal and his dark hair graying at the temples, Cole’s father looks exactly like what he is: rich and powerful.

“Hello, son.”

“Dad. This is unexpected.”

“We need to talk about your brother.”

When he glances at me, I try to look like I’m not sitting here with his son’s semen leaking out of me.

“Good morning.”

I stand, smiling nervously. “Good morning, Mr. McCord. I’m Shay Sanders, Cole’s assistant.”

He approaches with his hand out, smiling. “Call me Konrad. Welcome to the firm.”

We shake hands, then my heart nearly stops when he looks at my mouth and frowns.

“Your lipstick is smeared, dear.”

Kill me. Just kill me right fucking now.

Wiping my mouth, I say, “Oh, gosh, really? How embarrassing. I ate a croissant at my desk this morning. Those things are so messy.”

Konrad says, “That’s why I never eat them. Crumbs all over the front of my suit. Makes me look like a derelict. Try a bagel instead. The ones in the cafeteria are surprisingly decent.”

“Oh, uh…I will. That’s a great idea. I do love a good bagel!”

Konrad beams at me while Cole sits at his desk, smirking.

“Well, I’ll just leave this here for you to go over later, Mr. McCord.” I set the folder on the edge of Cole’s desk, then back away toward the door, wringing my hands and smiling like a contestant on a game show. “It was lovely to meet you, Mr. McCord,” I say to Konrad. “Have a wonderful day.”

I turn and walk stiffly to the door, hoping there isn’t a wet spot on the back of my skirt.

Half an hour later, I’m at my desk when my phone rings. “Shay Sanders speaking.”

Cole’s warm voice comes over the line. “Good morning, Ms. Sanders.”

I clear my throat and attempt a professional tone, though my heart started pounding with the first syllable he spoke. “Hello, Mr. McCord.”

“I was just calling to let you know what a good job you did on the audit. The report you gave me this morning was exceptional.”

His voice is a warm, sexy drawl, laced with humor. I know he’s not talking about the report.

“Thank you. I take it your meeting with your father went well?”

He chuckles. “Yes. After you left, he remarked what a lovely girl you are. I told him I wasn’t entirely satisfied with your performance so far, but I had hopes you’d improve.”