Chapter 23 #2
“Risk it.” My underwear came off before I could voice another protest and with a hand under each knee, he held me open.
There was no time to be self conscious as he dove between my legs, latching onto me the same way he had on his dining table.
He made a meal of me, licking me in the most delicious way.
I wanted to writhe and move but I had no room, I wanted to cry out but I had to stay silent.
I panted, trying to stay as quiet as possible as I came hard on his tongue.
I held him to me, riding his mouth until he finally pulled away, lips glistening.
I sat there, pulsing, chest rising and falling, thighs trembling. He gripped my neck and pulled me up with him but he didn’t kiss me like I wanted. Instead he turned me and lifted me onto the desk.
“Kneel,” he instructed. I did as he asked, my feet just off the edge of the desk.
“Wider,” he said, tapping an ankle. I adjusted, spreading my knees further apart.
He placed a hand between my shoulder blades, pushing me down.
“Hands on the desk, don’t move them. Arch your back, stay like that.
” I heard his zipper open, and then he was between my legs, rubbing his length over me, covering himself in my wetness.
One hand slid over my shoulder, holding me in place.
“It’s going to be intense like this. Breathe through it. ”
He pressed inside, filling me up in one smooth motion. I gasped and instinctively tried to rise up to relieve the pressure but his firm hold left me nowhere to go.
My palms began to sweat. Every muscle was awake, every nerve ending alive. The silence we had to keep, the fear of being discovered somehow made it so much more erotic. I didn’t do this. I lived a quiet life, a predictable life. I didn’t get fucked on my desk by a neurotic billionaire.
He’d been right, it was so intense like this, both his hands closed around my neck as he fucked me, hitting that spot deep inside again and again.
My work papers rustled underneath me. There were voices outside, shadows passing as people walked by with no clue what was going on only a few feet away.
“Alfie,” I whispered as some people stopped to talk right outside.
“Shhh, you’re doing so good.” He leaned over me, kissed my cheek, and put a hand over my mouth, smothering my sounds. A hand snaked between my legs, massaging in featherlight circles. I whined. I couldn’t stay quiet when he did that to me.
“Feel that pressure building? I’m going to make you squirt again. Like I did the first time I had you.”
I couldn’t. There was no way I could do that without making a sound. I thought of the mess, the debauchery of it, but my body didn’t care. He was riding to a higher peak and taking me with him. I breathed shallow breaths, my muscles trembling, trying to control myself.
“You can do it. Come on, let it build.” He rubbed me harder until suddenly my core clamped down, he slipped out of me in a rush and then I was wet, wetter than I’d ever been. The sound of it filled the room along with his moan of approval. “Good girl.”
He released my mouth, gripping my shoulder to hold me up.
His other hand left my engorged clitoris to grip his own length.
I groaned as he rubbed his erection through my folds, soaking himself again.
He tapped himself against me, making me flinch.
I was so damned sensitive. He entered me again and my overstimulated core contracted.
I struggled with the overwhelming urge to move away.
I couldn’t take any more friction down there.
He spanked me lightly, like he was trying to snap me out of it. It worked.
“No, don’t try to push me out. Squeeze me, show me how needy that pussy is.” My body responded, pulling him in instead. I abandoned my position and leaned back against him.
“Lola.” His voice sounded like a warning, a warning there would be a punishment for abandoning the position he’d put me in.
“No. I need you close. You’re fucking me like we don’t know each other.” I looked up at him, finding his cold eyes unusually heated. “You’re fucking me like it’s a game. I don’t want games, I just want you.”
I pulled down my dress and moved his hand from my neck into my bra where he clutched my breast. I reached around his neck, sliding my fingers into his hair. I found his lips and we held onto one another. He relaxed, moudling into me, no longer fucking, now making love.
He moved deep, never leaving me more than a few inches. Never letting up. He swallowed my moans and I took what he gave and the sound of the world outside faded away until there was nothing left but us.
When he came, I basked in the heavenly feeling of him spilling inside me. He squeezed my breast, his mouth tugging at my neck, my ear, my lips, like he couldn’t get enough of me.
We stayed there for a few moments, coming down together.
Eventually, he pulled out and helped me down off the table.
He held me steady while I regained my equilibrium.
He fastened his trousers, looking as if nothing had just happened.
I, on the other hand, looked like I’d just been hit by a truck. Or fucked by one.
“Look at the mess you made.” Alfie nodded at the fluid still dripping off the edge of my desk to form a small puddle on the floor. He handed me the box of tissues on my desk.
“You want to watch me clean it up?”
His eyes flashed with amusement. He sat in my chair, smirking as I cleaned up the desk. Some of the papers were wet. I’d have to reprint those later.
“You missed a spot.” He pointed and I spotted a few drops on his shoe. My cheeks flushed but he didn’t seem to mind. Playing along, I crawled along the floor and cleaned the droplets off the leather. When I was done I knelt between his legs, smiling up at him.
“Happy?”
“Very.” His earlier intensity was gone, replaced with a more relaxed man.
“Go and clean yourself up.” I stood and pulled out some more tissues, trying to think how I could clean myself in a ladylike way when he interrupted me.
“No, go to the bathroom and clean yourself. Walk outside just as you are.” He pulled the tissue box out of my hand and tossed it aside to emphasise his point.
“Alfie…” I pointed at my thighs, where his pleasure and mine glistened on my skin. He didn’t budge. “Can I at least have my underwear?”
His smirk told me otherwise.
I huffed and walked outside into the sunlight. I hurried to the bathrooms, trying to walk like I hadn’t just had two mind bending orgasms and there weren't certain bodily fluids dripping down my thighs.
“Lola!” Oh crap . Rosie bustled towards me, Daisy at her side. “Have you seen the car parked out front? I think it’s the most expensive car this place has ever seen!”
“That’s Mr Tell's car. He came in person to make sure everything is on track for Harrington.” Should I have pretended I didn’t know whose car it was? Surely that would cause more problems. If she found out after the fact that he was here, she’d want to know why I’d kept it a secret.
“Wow, really? Did he know Mark isn’t here? He just wanted to speak to you?”
“I suppose. I think he wanted to check on the plans for the project that he’s given me as well,” I said, as if he couldn’t have done all of that over the phone.
“Alright. You’re awfully flushed, are you feeling okay?”
“It’s the heat,” I said, just as a cool breeze brushed over us.
With a skeptical eye she wandered off and I hurried into the bathroom.
There was no way she could know what I’d just done but I worried all the same.
If I got fired I was going to kick Alfie’s perfectly sculpted backside all the way back to his ivory tower.
Back in my office, I found Alfie still in my chair, this time browsing through the papers on my desk.
“Those are confidential, you know.”
He snorted in response. “What’s this?” He asked, holding up my sketch pad.
“It’s my designs for a project I’m working on for my nephew's school. They asked me to create a garden for them.”
“Hm.” He looked them over, and I hovered, unsure what to do with myself. “What are they paying you?”
“They aren’t. I don’t want them to.” He gave me a look but I ignored it. “Anyway, this is where I was last night. Getting everything ready.”
“Last night? I thought you were babysitting.”
“I was afterwards. First I was at the school getting all the materials set up.”
“By yourself?” He frowned. “I don’t approve of you moving heavy shit on your own, Lola.”
“Bradley offered to help me, thank god, or it would have taken me forever to move everything.”
“Bradley.” The tone in his voice told me that I’d just made a mistake. “Your date at the Serenity opening?”
“He wasn’t my date. He works here. He offered to help with the project because he loves building gardens as much as I do. We’re friends.” Bradley had said as much yesterday. Kindness was a quality he valued in friends. Alfie didn’t look convinced.
“When does this project start?”
“Saturday.”
He arched an eyebrow. “And why am I just hearing about it?”
“It never came up.” I shrugged. “Is it a problem?”
“That’s going to depend on you.” Before I could ask him what he meant, he stood and kissed me on the mouth, tossing my papers onto my desk. “I’ll see you tonight.”
“Alfie,” I said as he headed for the door, “why did you do this? Why did you come here today and do this right in my office?”
He shrugged. “You said you weren’t thinking about me. Now you’ll be thinking about me.”
I stared after him, speechless as he walked out the door.
As Alfie instructed, I did go to him that night and every night after.