She soaks my fingers.
I slide them out and suck her juices from my skin. Satisfaction starts to seep in through the cracks in my sanity. This-these moments-make it all worth it.
Keeping Madison in my employ. Torturing myself on a daily basis. It’s all for this.
“Now hold still for your spanking.” I give her a slap-lighter this time. “When you use the company credit card” -I deliver a spank to her other cheek- “for a five thousand dollar meal” -another spank.
“It was less than two thousand,” Madison interjects.
My lips tug, but I deliver a harder spank. “For any extravagant meal” -two more spanks- “I require prior approval.”
She reaches back to cover her ass, so I pin her wrist to her lower back and rub her reddened cheeks.
“Good girl. You took your punishment well. Time for a reward.” I tug her panties off over her heels and tuck them in my pocket.
I forget to modulate my strength when I lift her hips straight in the air to drop her to her hands and knees on my giant walnut desk.
She gasps, startled by the move. I hook my thumbs at the base of her asscheeks where they meet her thigh and pull her open to reveal her glistening sex.
“Go down on your forearms,” I order.
She obeys, lifting her pretty pink core to me further. I take full advantage of the position, licking into her. I suck and nibble at her labia, trace inside with the tip of my tongue.
Her muffled moans grow more frantic.
I find her clit with my fingertip while I penetrate her with my tongue, then use my fingers inside her for more oomph. I alternate fucking her with my fingers and sliding up to rub her clit, driving her into a dripping frenzy.
“Come for me, Madi,” I order, my voice rough with need.
She reaches back and rubs her own clit as she comes around my fingers. I leave them inside her, slowly circling the raised stiffened tissue of her G-spot with my fingertips.
“Oh my gawd,” she moans.
“Oh, I’m not finished with you, yet, Ms. Evans.”
* * *
Madi
Brick eases his fingers from my channel and lifts me off the desk. Damn, that man is strong. Those muscles built from all that running and working out at the gym apparently aren’t just for show.
He holds me up by the elbow when I wobble on my feet. My limbs aren’t working yet. I’m still dizzy from the incredible orgasm. Still drunk on my boss’ pheromones and commanding touch.
“Show me your best work.” He says in that gruff, demanding voice, lowering his gaze to the floor and unbuckling his belt.
Understanding his meaning, I drop to my knees and unbutton his pants. His erection springs out, thick and long. The tip is already weeping.
“Mmm, this looks painful, sir.” I flick my tongue over the slit to taste his essence. “Let me take care of it for you.”
I never thought of myself as a sex kitten, but Brick Blackthroat has turned me into one. For the first time in my life, I’m not just the nerdy kid trying to pretend she isn’t lower middle class. I’m someone highly desirable. Someone who incites extreme levels of jealousy and desire.
It’s hard to believe, but here we are, having crazy, frantic sex while the rest of the company works on the most important merger of the decade.
I slide my mouth over his length, loving the way he sucks in his breath over his teeth.
“That’s it, Ms. Evans.” His large hand cups the back of my head, guiding me forward and back. “I expect the utmost professionalism from you.”
My lips quirk around his cock, but he cuts in with a sharp reprimand.
“No. This is serious. I need this cock sucked hard right now, Ms. Evans.”
I hollow my cheeks and suck hard as I pull away.
“That’s right. Now lick my balls.”
I fist his cock and hold it to the side to bring my tongue to his balls. I trace between them with my tongue, then suck one into my mouth.
“Good girl,” Brick chokes. “Very good, Madison.”
I suck the other ball then bring the head of his cock into my mouth, keeping my fist around the base. I bob my head over his length, pulling my fist at the same time, to simulate the feeling of me taking his entire cock into my mouth-which would be impossible. As I suck, I cradle his balls in my hand, lightly stroking the textured skin with my thumb.
Brick’s belly shudders in and out. His balls lift. I suck faster, lifting my gaze to his face.
“Oh, that’s so hot, Madi.”
This undoes me. When he calls me Madi. When the pretense of boss/employee gets dropped for a moment, and it’s like we’re something more.
It scares the hell out of me.
I’m in danger of falling head over heels in love with this man, and I don’t want to lose control like that. I know it would end in disaster.
I pop off and put things back into role play. “Is this how you like it, Mr. Blackthroat?”
Brick’s eyes gleam unnaturally bright as he catches me under the armpits and lifts me all the way off the floor and onto his desk. “Take notes, Madi,” he growls as he spreads my knees wide. “This is how I like it done.” He shoves into me.
I cry out, and he covers my mouth. There’s no more foreplay. No more finesse. Brick Blackthroat is an animal now, going at it with a feral need.
I start to quake with an impending orgasm immediately. The level of passion between us is beyond what I ever believed possible. Blackthroat fucks me like his company depends on it. Like his life depends on it. Like this is a race he not only intends to finish, he intends to dominate. To win.
And he has won. It’s hard for me to imagine I could ever have sex this good with anyone else. It’s hard to imagine ever willingly walking away from anything this man offers-even if it’s just the scraps of a torrid office affair.
“Come for me, Madi.” His voice is pure gravel. He thrusts in hard, holding the fronts of my thighs to keep me from sliding away. “Come for me…right…now!”
He thrusts in, his face contorting with his release.
I wrap my legs behind his waist and hold him in against me, coming and coming right along with him.
For a long moment, we just pant together, our breath synchronized like a heartbeat. Then Brick eases out. “Did you get all that, Ms. Evans?” His lips quirk up in an uncharacteristic smile that makes my heart flop helplessly in my chest.
“Yes, sir.” I sound breathless.
He hands me a few tissues as he disposes of the condom.
I hop off the desk, but he picks me up and places me back there. “I didn’t say I was through with you.” His voice is softer now, the strain of the grueling week absent after the release. He brushes my hair out of my face and kisses my forehead. “Go get yourself some steak and lobster and then go home,” he murmurs. “They’re almost done.”
I try not to melt. “I’m not leaving until the project is done. I’m part of the team.” My stomach growls. “But I won’t pass on dinner. Shall I bring you a plate?”
His expression softens even more. “I’ll come with you.”
I absolutely hate the way my heart flip flops in my chest as we walk out of his office together.
Brick
By Monday night, I’m back from California, with the deal closed, and my nose in the snow.
I race at full speed in the darkness, narrowly dodging trees like I’m in some kind of competition. Letting my wolf off-leash in the Berkshires after being pent up half the week is a relief, as is having the Benson deal closed.
I should be out celebrating with my team. Opening thousand dollar bottles of champagne and eating at the best restaurant in Manhattan.
Instead, I’m alone in the woods.
I took Eagle with me to close the deal instead of Billy or Nickel, which I’m sure pissed them off. I just wasn’t willing to sit in the private jet with them and field their questions or judgements about what I’m doing or not doing with Madi.
Eagle already knows exactly what I’ve been doing with Madi, and he also knew better than to mention it on the trip.
When I get back to the manse, I shower and flop down on the bed Madi slept in. Of course, Liz has washed the sheets and aired out the room, but I was still drawn to the far wing of the mansion, like my subconscious-or my wolf-wants me to remember what happened there.
I know this is more than screwing the secretary.
Far more.
Everyone who was here that day knew it when I nearly went nuts about her disappearance.
Madi is my mate.
I stare at the empty place beside me and try to remember how it felt to spoon her cold body. That gnawing fear still in my throat that she wouldn’t be all right. Or that she would really quit on me.
My phone rings, and I lunge for it, even though Madi wouldn’t dare call me after hours. Not unless I called her first.
It’s Eagle. What in the fuck could he want? We just parted in Manhattan a few hours ago. It can’t be something to do with the deal-it closed.
It better not be.
I swipe right. “Eagle. What is it?”
“Everything’s fine. I came into the office to get the paperwork filed with the SEC.”
“Okay.” I bite back my impatience. The run took the edge off, but thinking about Madi brought it back.
“Did you give the whole legal and analyst team the whole week off?”
“What?”
“So you didn’t.”
“What are you talking about?”
“I was looking for my team, and every single one of them were gone. When I called HR, Genevieve said you told them all to take the week off for a job well done.”
An involuntary smile starts to tug at my lips.
My naughty, naughty secretary.
Someone is looking for another reprimand.
“I see. Is Madi at work, or did she give herself the week off, too?”
“Ah.” Eagle goes silent as he no doubt realizes he’s in the middle of a lovers’ stand-off. He clears his throat. “I don’t know. Is this a problem I need to address?”
“No. I’ll address it. Can you get the filing done without your team?”
“Yes, it’s fine. I’ll handle it personally. I would have anyway.”
“Good.”
I end the call and dial my office number.
“Mr. Blackthroat.”
“You’re still at work.”
“Yes, sir. I had a million things to catch up on that I couldn’t get to last week while we were finishing the Benson deal. How did it go?”
There’s a warmth in the center of my chest I try to ignore. It’s one thing to have my wolf attracted to Madi. It’s another to admire her brilliant mind and extreme capability.
It’s something completely different to feel true affection blooming. Pleasure at the way she asks how it went-like she’s a true partner to me, not just an employee I like to fuck. I suddenly want to be near her not just to ravish that hot little body again but just to be near her. To catch one of her off-hand gestures, like tucking that sleek bob behind one ear or the impudent tilt of her chin when challenged.
“So the Big Bad Boss didn’t give you the week off for a job well done, as well?”
“No, he didn’t. Mainly because I wanted to be around when he found out he’d given those orders.”
“Mmm hmm. How do you think he’ll react to your abuse of his authority?”
Her voice gets husky. “Well, I’m expecting he’ll give me a personal taste of that authority.”
“Oh you can count on it, Ms. Evans. He is not pleased that Eagle has to file with the SEC without a single member of his team available to support him.”
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