Chapter 27 Aidan #2
Her eyes flare with heat. “I don’t want to be a good girl,” she purrs, sliding off the edge of my desk, dropping to her knees on the rug beside my chair. “I want to be a bad girl.” She gives me a dirty smile, then crawls under my desk, shoving my knees apart forcefully.
Oh, fuck. She’s killing me.
“Iris,” I warn, fingers finding her hair under the desk. I glance at the door, unlocked. No one would see her if they walked in, not under my solid oak desk, and most of the team has likely left for the weekend anyway, but that doesn’t mean it’s a good idea. “Not here.”
She giggles, cupping my cock through my slacks. It thickens as she strokes it, in spite of me, and I tighten my fist in her hair. She sucks in a breath, but instead of stopping, it spurs her on. Her fingers loosen my belt, along with my resolve, as she slides my zipper down.
A sound outside my door makes my pulse trip. “That’s enough, baby,” I say, the roughness in my voice betraying me.
“I need you in my mouth,” she says huskily, biting my stiff cock through my boxer-briefs. It throbs, and I hold her head in place as I lift my hips to rub my aching erection against her lips. She wants to play? Fine. We’ll play by my rules.
“You’re being a brat,” I warn. “And brats get spanked.”
“Is that a promise?”
Fuck. Heat streaks through me at the breathless, desperate note in her voice. Like she can’t imagine anything better than me spanking her. She’s fucking perfection.
I open my mouth to say as much when my office door flies open, John striding in, coat on and briefcase in hand. My pulse lurches, and I go rigid in my chair.
Shit. I knew this was a bad idea.
“Where’s Iris?” he barks.
She freezes between my knees, fingers withdrawing quickly. I force myself to take a deep breath, to appear as calm as possible. Not like I’ve got his daughter under my desk, seconds away from sucking me off.
“No idea,” I grit out. Doesn’t exactly make her look good, but it’s the best I can manage under the circumstances.
“Typical,” John mutters, lifting his gaze to the ceiling. “Honestly, that girl is the bane of my life.”
I hear Iris huff quietly under the desk. My hand is still tangled in her hair, and I loosen it to stroke her cheek softly before placing it on the desk.
“She’s working her ass off,” I say, protectiveness rising inside me. Iris’s hands slide up my inner thighs, taking me by surprise, and I jump a little in my chair. John’s too preoccupied to notice.
He sets his briefcase down on my Chesterfield in agitation. “She doesn’t know the meaning of hard work.”
Anger blazes through me. I open my mouth to protest when Iris’s fingers inch higher.
They brush my cock, sending a bolt of heat down my spine, and I force my gaze to my desk, not wanting John to see my face.
I pretend to listen intently, even if listening to him rant about Iris is the last thing I want to do.
“I gave her this job to help her out,” he continues, “and she’s throwing it back in my face.”
Iris tugs my underwear down, making my breath catch as my dick springs free under the desk. What is she doing? Her father is right there.
John paces in front of the sofa. “I’ve given that girl every opportunity.”
Heat pours through me as Iris’s cool hand circles my shaft. Why am I so fucking turned on right now? This is so wrong.
“Offered to pay for college…”
I should stop her, should push her away under the desk, but some twisted part of me wants her to keep going. And when her wet tongue meets the head of my pulsing cock, licking along the leaking seam, I suck in a sharp breath, gripping the edge of my desk.
Christ. She’s actually doing it.
“And how does she repay me?”
A moan catches in my throat as Iris swallows my cock into the heat of her mouth, fingers stroking my balls.
Holy shit.
I told her not to touch me when we were alone, and instead she’s blowing me while her father’s in the room? I swear to God, the minute he’s gone, I’m going to spank her so fucking hard, she’ll never sit down again.
I shift in my chair, body coiled tight with barely-restrained need, as John continues to rant, oblivious.
“You can’t let her get away with too much, Brooks,” he mutters, raking a hand through his thinning hair. “If you give her an inch, she’ll take a mile.”
He’s fucking right, I think, as she pushes my knees wider, giving her better access to lick the underside of my shaft, to suck my balls into her mouth.
“She needs a firm hand,” John adds.
She needs a firm hand, alright, and I’m going to damn well give it to her.
Iris pauses for a moment, letting my cock pulse in her palm, before taking me back into her mouth, using her hands and mouth in tandem.
A groan shakes free from me, and I cover it with a cough, shifting my hips.
I’m one minute away from coming in Iris’s mouth, and there’s no fucking way I’m doing that with John in the room.
He turns to look at me with a frown. “You’re awfully quiet, Brooks.”
Shit. Fuck. Say something.
“Listening,” I choke out, as Iris takes me to the back of her throat.
Fu-u-uck.
John watches me shrewdly, making my pulse shoot through the roof.
“It’s about damn time, after the shit you’ve given me about her lately.
” At last, he picks up his briefcase with a grumble.
“See you Monday,” he mutters. Then, to my relief, he heads out, closing the door behind him.
I listen to his footsteps fade on the stairs before exhaling roughly.
“Fuck,” I mutter, rolling my chair back enough to see Iris’s face. She grins up at me, as much as she can with my cock in her mouth, her eyes heavy-lidded and dark. “What the fuck were you thinking?” I grate out. “Sucking me off with John in the room?”
She lifts a shoulder, releasing my cock from her mouth with a pop. “You didn’t like it?” she asks, playing innocent as she continues to stroke me.
Oh, I liked it alright. I liked it too fucking much.
“That’s not the point.” I tuck my aching cock back into my underwear and lurch to my feet, tugging Iris out from under the desk by the arm. “Your father could have heard you. Seen you.”
“So?” she says, hiking up a defiant shoulder.
God, I love her like this. Love knowing she’s doing it on purpose, that it turns her on as much as it does me.
Even if it shouldn’t.
I growl, tightening my grip on her arm. I know what she wants, and I shouldn’t give it to her. Shouldn’t let her know the effect her bratty behavior has on me, especially not at work. Shouldn’t let her know how fucking hot it was to be in her mouth when we could have been caught.
But I’m not strong enough to resist.
Locking the door to my office, I turn back to her with a piercing glare. “You want to test my patience, sweetheart? You’ll deal with the consequences.”