Chapter 4
I’m on my knees again.
Now, two weeks in, kneeling for Bren looks different on me. The first time, I was a temp playing at being a slut. Now I’m the slut playing at being a temp.
Loan schedules are the last thing on my mind, and all I can think about is his cock.
Mmm, I’ll never get used to the sight of the thick upward curve and the veins I have spent two weeks getting to know with my tongue. He’s already throbbing, which does something stupid to my ego. I wrap one hand around the base as I stroke him.
His fingers grip the armrest, and his voice is strained. “You look pleased with yourself.”
“I am.” I lean forward and press my lips against the underside of his shaft, dragging them from base to tip. His rough exhale sends a zing of pleasure straight to my clit. The man who runs a debt firm cannot keep his breathing steady, and yeah, that’s power.
I swirl my tongue around the head, enjoying his taste, before engulfing the tip. His cock fills my mouth, and I moan around him. The vibration makes his hips twitch. His hand settles at the back of my head, and I know at some point he won’t be able to stop himself from using it to guide me.
I work him with my mouth and hand. Long, deep strokes followed by shorter pulls where I suck hard on the head and flick my tongue against the ridge underneath.
His fingers tighten in my hair as his thighs tense.
I trace the veins with my tongue. When I hollow my cheeks and suck hard, his low groan makes me want to cheer.
I pull off long enough to look up at him. “You can have any hole you want, Sir.” I kiss to the underside of his shaft. “Pick one.”
I don’t give him time to react before his cock is back in my mouth. Within a couple more strokes, he pulls on my hair.
“Lily. Stop.”
Dangit, I wanted my reward. I pull off and wipe my mouth with the back of my hand. His eyes glitter with lust. His control is fraying. I rest back on my knees with my hands resting on my thighs. Waiting.
He reaches into his desk drawer and pulls out a black silk strip.
A blindfold. My pulse kicks up, and the increased wetness between my legs says my body is agreeing before I can think, which is becoming a pattern.
I’ve only played with blindfolds twice before, and both times, I wasn’t sure if I liked it. I should probably tell him this, but I don’t want to. It’s just a blindfold, and I never could figure out why I wasn’t sure about it.
He rises, and I tilt my head back to look up at him.
“Stand up.”
I get up on shaky legs, and he guides me until I’m facing his desk. His fingers gather my curls and sweep them over one shoulder, his knuckles against my neck making me shiver.
“Color?”
“Green. I’m not scared of a blindfold.” My tone is snarky. I’m playing at a bratty edge I don’t entirely feel.
“I didn’t ask if you were scared. I asked for your color.”
That shuts me up.
The silk slides over my eyes, smooth against my temples. He ties it behind my head and adjusts the fit. When his hands drop away, I’m standing in darkness. How did he get this to block out almost all the light? I resist the urge to push it up to verify the lights are actually on.
Not being able to see him makes me uncomfortable. I’ve been watching him for two weeks and using his facial expressions to gauge if he likes what I’m doing. Now, I only have his breathing behind me and the cold edge of the desk against my hips.
The brat in me disappears. I can’t brat at a man I can’t see.
He slides his hand up my spine, over my bra clasp, to the base of my neck. I arch into the touch before I can stop myself. There’s no quip ready, and no eye roll. His fingertips trace my shoulder, and my body tingles as my pulse speeds up.
“There’s my girl.” His warm breath against my ear almost makes my knees give way.
He takes his time undressing me. He unfastens my blouse button by button and slides it off my shoulders.
The air hits my bare skin. Goosebumps race up my arms. My bra is next, and when the straps slide down, the cool air tightens my nipples.
He cups one breast and rolls the nipple between his thumb and finger, and I gasp.
Every sensation is a surprise I cannot brace for.
My skirt drops, then my panties. He kneels and takes my heels off one at a time until I’m naked. An ache spreads through my body as he steps closer. The fabric of his shirt brushes my bare back, and his hard cock presses against my ass through his pants.
His mouth lands below my ear. His warm lips and the scrape of his stubble make me tip my head to the side. I want him to keep touching me and never stop.
“You’re quiet,” he murmurs against my neck.
“You took away my superpower.” It comes out small.
His laugh rumbles through me. “I didn’t. Your mouth is your superpower.”
“I can’t read you.” I swallow. “I don’t know what’s coming.”
“That’s the point.” His hand slides down my stomach, and my muscles tighten. His fingers brush over my mound, and I hold my breath. “You don’t need to read me. Just feel.”
His fingers slide between my folds. Soft pings of bliss make me moan embarrassingly loudly. I’ve been soaking wet most of the day, and the blowjob only made it worse. His fingers circle my clit, and my hips buck.
“So wet.” His voice is rough. “Have you been this wet all day?”
“Since you said my name on the intercom this morning.” I don’t add that all he has to do is say my name and my panties basically wave the white flag of surrender.
He pushes two fingers inside me, and my mouth falls open on a silent moan. He curls his fingers against the spot on my front wall, his palm pressing against my clit. I try to grind against his hand as the pleasure builds.
“Good girl.” My inner walls squeeze around his fingers as he pulls them out. “Hands on the desk.”
When I don’t immediately obey, he presses me down by my shoulder. I rest my elbows on the desk and sway my ass, wondering if he’s going to spank me. The unknown is making me even wetter.
“You’re going to stay like this while I fuck you. Hands on the desk, blindfold on. Taking what I give you.”
A thrill runs through me straight to my clit, and the sound of him removing his clothes barely registers. When he presses the blunt head of his cock against my entrance, I stop breathing. A voice in the hallway stops me from starting again.
”—has anyone seen Lily? Her purse is still at her desk. We have a meeting in ten.”
Shit, Rachel. She’s maybe ten feet from the door.
Bren freezes without pushing in. He leans forward and puts one hand over my mouth while his other palm rests flat against my lower back.
His hand is firm against my mouth. Good thing, because I might scream just from how loud my pulse is.
The door is locked. I watched him lock it.
Doesn’t matter—my brain has already pictured Rachel walking in and finding the naked temp bent over her boss’s desk in a blindfold.
Holy fuck. I’d be office gossip forever.
Dana answers her, too low for me to catch the words and then their voices drift down the hallway.
I’m shivering and I have no idea if it’s because I almost came or because I almost got caught. Apparently I can be horny and an HR liability at the exact same time.
I exhale. My legs are doing their spaghetti thing, and this time it’s not the fun reason.
When it’s clear they are gone, he slides the silk off my eyes and steps away. The light is too bright and when I look behind me, he’s buttoning his shirt. Fuck, fuck, fuck. The stupid meeting I forgot about.
“We’re done for today. You can’t miss your meeting.”
I don’t trust my voice, so I nod. I dress quickly, and I try not to pout about no cuddle time.
He kisses the top of my head before I leave. “Color?”
“Green.”
“Good girl.”
He pulls a protein bar and a bottle of water from his desk drawer. “Eat this when you can and make sure to drink.”
“Yes, Sir.”
He walks me to his door and the hallway is empty.
I make it to the bathroom without anyone catching me, and the woman in the mirror is the same one from last Wednesday, except worse, because this time I didn’t get fucked or come.
If Dana or Rachel had heard us, I’d be packing my desk in the morning.
Rachel is back at her desk when I walk past. She looks up. “Oh, hey—I was afraid you were going to miss the meeting.”
“Nope, I was in the bathroom.” My voice comes out fine, and she can’t see how hard my thighs are pressed together.
I check her face for any sign she heard something.
Nothing. She’s just glad I’m not making her late.
The relief I feel that she has no clue what I was just doing is a problem for future Lily.
Bren is on a conference call when work is over. I haven’t seen him since the blindfold came off. He could be avoiding me or just doing his job. My brain refuses to pick. Since I don’t have a reason to hover, I pack up. When I’m in my car, my phone buzzes.
Bren: Have you left?
Lily: I’m in my car.
I stare at my screen. Please, please, please tell me to come back up.
Bren: Have a good night. Drink water.
Dammit.
Lily: Yes, Sir.
When I get home, I’m restless all night.
My inner slut didn’t get satisfied and she’s very unhappy about it.
And the rest of me is having a whole other meltdown.
I keep playing the same thirty seconds back, and somewhere in the third replay, I figure out what’s actually scaring me. I'm not sure I want to pack my desk.