Chapter 28
DEXTER
Obviously.
Calmly, I shove my chair back, set my coffee and the lunch bag aside, and nod once. “Kneel.” There’s demand in my tone she knows she shouldn’t ignore.
“Dexter!” she half-laughs, half-scolds.
“My office, my rules. And quiet—Hermine’s right outside. She or someone else could walk in any minute.”
Her eyes dart to the door.
I know what she’s thinking. What if someone hears us?
But a second later she lowers herself between my spread legs without another word, and I go from calm to ravenous in half a breath.
Her hands are on me, unbuckling my belt, fingertips grazing the waistband. I ease lower in my chair, hips sliding to the edge. My cock is hard before her lips even touch me. “Put it in easy I don’t want you choking.”
And then—
My phone rings.
Fucking hell.
I glance at the screen. “Julian,” I grit out.
I’ve been waiting for his call.
I catch her jaw in my hand, holding her still. “Hold on, baby, I have to take this. It’s my New York showroom lead. Travels much, talks even more.”
I let go of her and swipe to answer.
Holly lifts a brow like she’s just been handed a challenge. She doesn’t wait. There it is, a soft press of lips against my bare stomach. Too low, too close.
I hiss through my teeth, feeling the blood heat in my veins. “Yeah… Julian. Go ahead.”
Julian’s voice comes through, tinny on the speaker. “Right, so the Madison Avenue showroom needs to be cleared by the twelfth if we want demo gear installed by Monday. Still good to go?”
Her mouth brushes against my tip, a whisper of contact, eyes locked on mine.
“Still good,” I manage, controlled. Barely. “What else?”
“Also, the lighting install…”
I tune the rest out as she slides her hand up my thighs, and higher, and higher, and closes it around my shaft. Her mouth is right there, hovering. Waiting.
I meet her eyes, and shoot her a warning look. Don’t do it. Wait.
She grins, the wicked little thing, then—just to be cruel—licks across my tip. Once.
I clench my jaw.
“—we’ve got the specs from Harrington & Co Realtor,” Julian says. “Three possible showrooms in Clapham…”
Her tongue flicks out, followed by one eager, torturous lick up and down my length.
“…one in Islington, and another possibility just north of Hyde Park. Want me to forward that now?”
“Yes,” I say through gritted teeth. “Send it to Reed and Keith, cc me. What else?”
Julian keeps talking. Before my brain can catch up, she takes the tip into her mouth, and my hips buck up. Fuck.
“You missed my cock that fucking bad, huh?” I mutter, voice low enough.
She doesn’t answer. Doesn’t need to. Her mouth says it all. I notice every detail, the way her throat twitches, how her body presses closer to mine as she starts to suck.
I let out a low curse. My hand stays buried in her hair, feeling every rise and fall that amps the heat low in my gut. “Fuuuck …”
“Fuck what?” Julian asks, clueless I’m getting my dick sucked.
“Nothing. Go on.”
“You… sure?”
“Get to the damn point.”
Julian drones on. Something about acoustic panels and smart glass.
Her eyes flash up to mine, smug and wicked, then close as she takes more of me, drawing a groan out of my chest I almost don’t catch in time.
My head drops back. Everything tightens low in my body.
She doesn’t stop. Doesn’t even slow. The pressure builds until it’s all I can think about.
I need to thrust.
Now.
“Anything else, Julian?” I manage to grit out, barely keeping my voice even. My hand tightens in her hair in a wordless cue to slow down. She ignores it.
“Nope, that’s it. Unless you want to touch base on the—”
“I’ll call you back.” I end the call.
I grip Holly’s hair and halt her, forcing a breath through my teeth. When I finally speak, my voice is rough.
“Easy,” I warn. “I need a second.”
Her reply is nothing but a hum, vibrating through me, that only makes it worse. Of course, she isn’t giving me a break. I let it continue just long enough, until I can’t take another second, and pull her up with me, setting her on the edge of my desk in one motion.
My chair screeches back.
I unbutton her blouse, moving faster now, just getting it open, catching the way her back arches.
The fabric parts—nothing beneath it.
My knuckles skim her nipples once, just to feel that hitch, and shove the white fabric off her shoulders. I let it cling at her arms while my hand slides down her stomach, across her thighs, urgent now, beneath her skirt.
I reach for her underwear—and find none.
“You came in here like this?” I growl.
“Obviously,” she breathes, pleased with herself, like it was never in doubt.
Right. Not my imagination then. She’d done it on purpose.
My cock twitches at the confirmation. “Such a bad little thing.”
“Turns out I can.”
“What?”
“Trick you.”
The corner of my mouth lifts.
Keep tricking me. Show up like that every day. Drive me crazy.
That’s exactly what I think.
What I say is, “Careful,” and slide my fingers between her thighs. She’s already slick. I brush over her clit, feel her jolt, her breath catch. “By now, you know better. Every step forward has a price.”
Holly’s perfect breasts rise and fall with her heavy breathing. “Is that your way of warning me, or backing out?”
There’s a sound outside my office, heels clicking, a door opening and closing.
“Draw your own conclusions.” I nudge Holly’s knees wider apart and drag her to the edge of the desk, then tug my pants lower before lining up to her.
One hard thrust, and she’s gasping.
“Ah!”
“Shh.” My mouth brushes her ear. “Quiet, baby.”
I cradle her face in my hands, holding her in place, keeping her right where she is.
“That door.” I pull back just enough, continuing to thrust. “Anyone could walk through it.”
Her breath stutters.
I thrust again, deeper.
“Ah!” she gasps, slapping a hand over her mouth to keep from crying out.
Her eyes flick to the door, then back to me, wide and bright and a bit shaken. She looks at me like she can’t quite believe herself.
I keep moving. The desk shudders under us with quiet scrapes, and her arms lock around my neck. She smells like cherries, sweet and wild, and a hint of that apple juice she’s always sipping.
I don’t kiss her. Not properly. I tilt my head and ease my mouth against hers, nudging her lips apart just enough to feel her respond, to let my tongue meet hers briefly, careful not to ruin that perfect lipstick.
It held up earlier—held up through a hell of a lot.
Whatever brand it is, it passed the only test that matters.
My lips meet hers for a brief, careful brush, so light it almost doesn’t count.
I feel the moans she’s holding in, feel it in the way she trembles, the way she keeps herself close to me.
She’s choosing not to think about how irresponsible this is.
Not about what this could lead to. Not about the way her breath keeps hitching every time I thrust.
Nothing feels wrong. Nothing feels messy. The rhythm finds itself, and things just align. Details fall into place on their own, without effort. In my hands, in my head, everywhere she gets into.
In the way she gives herself over to the moment. The way her eyes stay fixed on my mouth. The way she takes my cock.
“Feel how dangerous this is, baby?” I grumble. “That’s me, fucking your sweet little cunt full, in the middle of your lunch break… while your lipstick’s still fresh… while people walk by without a clue.”
Her hips answer me without a word, meet every hard, deep thrust.
“Who knew the girl next door would love getting caught… gripping my cock like this… letting the whole world know exactly who she belongs to.”
“Yeah.” She nods, lips parted. “Who knew. Not me.”
“That all it took, baby? And now you’re my perfect little slut, aren’t you?”
Holly nods.
I increase my speed.
The desk jumps and scrapes against the floor, and several items fall over the edge.
I can barely withdraw before she pulls me back in, tightening her legs.
She presses her face into my shoulder, in a brave, pointless effort to be silent as I’m driving deeper into her, fingers gripping my neck and sliding into my hair.
Footsteps sound down the hall toward my door, drawing nearer by the second.
“Don’t stop,” she breathes, urgent. Her hands drop from my hair to my jaw, scraping her palms over the noon stubble. “Don’t stop.”
Oh trust me, I wasn’t planning to. I couldn’t have stopped if I tried. I continue to thrust, angling my body between her and the door.
More moans escape her lips, and her breaths grow short.
“Yeah, baby, come on Daddy’s cock.”
“Sto…!” Her laugh breaks off.
Before she can moan her protest, I feel her tighten around me. Her body shudders, eyes fluttering shut as she pulses around me, dragging me over the edge with her. I growl her name through clenched teeth, arm tightening around her as the release crashes through me.
For a second I’m nothing but instinct. All I can do is hold her close and breathe. I don’t pull away. I stay inside her, keeping my hand at her spine until the shaking fades and she can breathe again.
The phone rings at the front desk. The steps outside my door hesitate, and move off toward it.
I wait another second anyway.
Clear.
When I finally pull back, her legs are wobbly. She sinks against me, relaxed, boneless, and every last bit of fight drains out. A beautiful soft smile plays on her lips.
I press my forehead to hers, our mouths inches apart.
“Look at you,” I say quietly, “melting for Daddy.”
Both of us grin.
“Stop pushing it, Dexter, you’re not Daddy yet.”
“Wrong. After everything we’ve been up to lately, I am. Mommy.”
Her dazed grin falters into a gasp, and she smacks my chest.
I want to kiss her properly, take my time, but I’m not pushing my luck.
Because this time, that lipstick wouldn’t stand a chance.
Instead, I help her with her blouse buttons.
Her skirt is next, and I tug it smooth with both hands, dragging my palms along her bare thighs.
She shivers. Good. She’ll feel me for the rest of the day.
“Anyway.” I reach for the tissues. “Thanks for bringing me lunch.”
“Anytime,” she says with a giggle.
I clean us both quick, less meticulous with her than I usually am. After that, I tuck myself back in, button up and do the belt, amazed my coffee hasn’t spilled.
She gives me a surprised look. She knows I’m usually more thorough.
“I want you going back to your day with me on you, in you,” I whisper against her ear, “At your desk, in your meetings, every step you take today, you’ll feel me all damn day. That’s the point.”
Her lashes flutter, and she exhales slow, the sound shaky. It goes straight through me.
“Could you give me a break,” I rumble, “and stop making my dick hard with those eyes?”
She gives me a lopsided grin. “That didn’t sound very in control, Daddy.”
Another sound. Hurried footsteps, right outside the door now.
Knock. Knock.
“Sir? I have that contract—” Hermine steps in, freezes. “Oh, I didn’t realize…”
“You should have waited for my signal,” I say.
“Yes, Mr. Thorne. Sorry, Mr. Thorne.”
She starts to backpedal, but Holly turns with a sunny smile. “No need to leave. I was just heading out.”
She bends to grab the sandwich bag, the Oreos, a pen that fell to the floor, and tosses me a wink as she hands it over. “I got what I came for.”
With that, she walks away, all innocent, as though I didn’t just rail her senseless on my desk.