Chapter 17
Laurent
“You’re going in awfully early this morning,” Garrett said as I climbed into the car.
“I’ve got work to catch up on.”
“Mm-hmm.”
The engine started, and silence settled — the kind that wasn’t quite comfortable.
I unfolded the newspaper, pretending to read while Garrett’s eyes kept flicking up in the rearview mirror. Once. Twice. A third time.
“Problem?” I asked, not looking up.
“No, sir.”
Another pause.
“Miss Hart is a lovely young lady,” he chirped.
I turned a page. “Noted.”
“So… not gay then?”
My eyes flicked up, and he made a zipping motion across his lips.
I didn’t tell him to drop her off at my house later. It would leave me open to more ridicule. I’d message him later.
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The building was still half-asleep when I arrived. Lights flickered on in my wake. It was early enough that no one would question why I wanted her here.
I opened my office door, pausing to glance at where she used to sit. There was zero danger of Allison catching us. She never stepped foot into the office until precisely 8:30 am, unlike Lucia, who’d been at my beck and call.
I placed my bag on my desk, sat in my chair, and turned to look out over the city, which was shrouded in darkness. Perhaps I was waiting to see a glimpse of her.
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There was no knock—just the faint scrape of my door opening.
I swivelled around and took her in, hungry. Black heels. A deep red dress. A short black jacket. Professional, yet sinful. The outrage in her eyes only made me smile.
“Did you enjoy our movie?”
She said nothing, but stepped forward.
“I especially loved the part where you screamed my name. Hmm. I still remember how hard you ca—”
“Stop it,” she hissed, slapping her bag on my desk.
“Such an angry little kitten,” I said as I stood. “Hissing and spitting.”
I walked around my desk and held out my hand.
She frowned.
“Hand them over.”
She looked me up and down, as if only now realising I was unreasonable when it came to her.
“Your panties. I want you to feel every drop of my come dripping out of you today.”
“You—”
“Yes?”
“You're impossible,” she snapped, but still hiked her dress up.
The black scrap of lace was still warm when I stuffed it into my pocket.
She crossed her arms and tapped her foot on the floor.
“Where do you want me?”
“I’ve not had breakfast yet. Why don't you jump up on my desk?” I said, moving back to roll my chair away from my desk.
She eyed my desk warily before glancing back at me. She nibbled on her bottom lip as she contemplated whether the universe was punishing or rewarding her.
“I won’t bite.”
We both knew it was a lie, but it didn’t stop her from moving toward my desk.
I cornered her in and lifted her dress, while she hoisted herself up. She placed her hands behind her, and I sat down, pulling myself between her thighs.
“Put your feet on my chair,” I murmured, licking my lips at the sight before me.
It had been so long since her floral-fruity scent had lingered in my office, but the combination of her pussy made the trio of scents irresistible. I lowered my face between her thighs.
The first lick was magical, slicing my tongue through her folds. Then her sweet taste spread across my tongue. I gripped her hips and lifted her to my face, kissing her pussy the way I kissed her lips.
She sucked in a sharp breath, then held it.
I delved into her pussy, plunging my tongue in and out of her hole until she cried out and held the back of my head.
Yeah, that’s how I wanted her.
I traced her labia with my tongue before sucking on her gently, trailing my tongue over her clit.
I licked and sucked her all over until my lips and chin were coated in her juices.
All I could smell was her, and my cock pressed hard against my trousers.
When she bucked her hips and cried out, I pulled back, panting.
Her feet fell away from my chair and dangled from my desk.
I stood up and unzipped myself. Her eyes were soft and hungry, exactly how I needed her. She never took her eyes off me as I pulled my dick out. I positioned the tip at her entrance.
“Yes,” she sighed softly.
I slid on, savouring the moment. She was always wet and so tight.
I felt her stretch put and I moaned, sinking deeper.
It was never enough with her. I lifted her legs and placed her feet over one shoulder, feeling her cunt tighten as her thighs clamped together.
I rested my hand over her ankles, and I started to move.
She lay back as I increased my pace, my trousers slapping against her bare flesh.
“Lucia, are you going to come for me? Are you going to take your boss’s come in your slutty little cunt?” I rasped, grabbing her legs and pumping in and out of her.
I could feel the sweat bead as I thrust into her hard and fast, sinking in all the way until my balls smacked against her.
“Come, Lucia. Give it to me now,” I roared.
Her walls clamped down on me only a few thrusts later. Her body shuddered, and her cries filled my office as she coated my cock. I gripped her thighs and thrust deep.
“Fuck, yes,” I snarled.
I exploded and shot her full of my come as the last of her spasms milked me.
My office was full of ragged breathing.
What a great way to start my day.
She groaned and her pussy clammed up, holding me in place.
“My greedy little whore.”
She lifted her hand and gave me the finger.
I grinned and slapped the side of her thigh.