Irresistible (Cloverleigh Farms #1)(63)

She waved a hand at me. “No, you’ve got work to do. I should go.”

“Don’t make me come over there and get you.” I stared hard at her, my face stony. “Lock the door.”

She did as I asked, a smile on her face. “Want me to turn out the lights?”

“Fuck no. I want to watch you.”

“Watch me what?” she questioned coyly, one eyebrow arched.

I’m going to hell, I thought. But I said it anyway. “Watch you get on your knees and take my cock in your mouth.”

Her jaw fell open, and for a fraction of a second, I thought I’d gone too far. And then the little vixen dropped to the floor and fucking crawled to me, her back arched, her eyes hooded, her hair dangling seductively.

I turned my chair to face her as she slinked slowly around my desk. When she reached my feet, she put her hands on my knees. I unbuckled my belt and she watched as I took my cock in my hand, working it slowly up and down the thickening shaft. Her eyes were wide.

“Are you nervous?” I asked.

She shook her head. She licked her lips. She slid her hands up my thighs and took my dick from my grasp, wrapping her fingers around it.

Then she lowered her head over my lap and teased me with her tongue, slow swirling strokes over the crown that made my stomach muscles tighten and my legs tense. With my other hand, I reach for her hair, lifting it off her face. My breath caught as I watched her head dip lower to leisurely lick her way from the bottom to the top, where she circled the sensitive tip. Three fucking times she tortured me that way, and on the third time, her eyes met mine. She kept looking at me while she took only the head between her wet lips and sucked gently.

“More,” I growled.

Lowering her eyes and her mouth, she took me in a little deeper and moaned. It felt so good I nearly lost my patience and found my hand fisting in her hair. I must have pulled a little too hard because she gasped and took her mouth off me.

I loosened my grip and frowned. There was a reason this activity had been verboten during my marriage. “Sorry.”

“Don’t be,” she panted, looking up at me again, that wicked spark in her eye. “I told you I like it when you get rough. I meant it.”

My dick throbbed in her hand, and I tightened my fist again in her hair. “In that case …”

She made a noise somewhere between a laugh and a moan, and put her mouth on me again. This time, she took me all the way to the back of her throat, and I watched in ecstatic disbelief as her lips and tongue moved up and down my cock. But it wasn’t long before watching wasn’t enough—the restless, fiery tension building up in my body demanded I move. With my hands on her head, I leaned back and began to thrust up—quick, hard jabs that forced her to take me in deeper. She gasped and grunted and struggled to breathe, but she never pushed me away. Her hands moved to my hips and she dug her fingers into my flesh as I fucked her hot little mouth faster and faster, my blood running hotter and hotter until suddenly the orgasm erupted within me and I poured into her without even giving a warning.

A nicer guy probably would have pulled out instead of pulling her closer, but at that moment I was content to be the biggest asshole on the planet as long as I got to come with my cock hitting the back of her throat. It was selfish as fuck, but it was pure ecstasy. Not only the orgasm, but the awareness that she wanted all of me. Accepted all of me. Even craved all of me. I forgot where we were, what day it was, what I was supposed to be doing—it’s possible I even forgot my own fucking name.

When I finally let go of her head and she sat back onto her heels, looking up at me like she’d just won a million fucking dollars, my head was spinning, my heart was throbbing, and I could hardly breathe. It was like nothing I’d ever felt before.

I looked at her on the floor at my feet and thought, Either I’m about to die and that was life’s final parting gift, or I’m in love with her.

I wasn’t sure which one was worse.





Frannie





“Jesus,” he whispered, looking almost frightened. “That was so fucking intense.”

I smiled and wiped my lower lip with the back of one wrist.

Suddenly he reached down, grabbed me beneath the arms and hoisted me onto the desk in front of him. “Are you okay?”

“More than okay. I loved it. I’m all hot and bothered right now.”

His jaw dropped for a second. “You’re telling me doing that turned you on?”

I shrugged, giving him a shy smile. “Yes. I like hearing you. And feeling you. And being able to give you all of my attention without any distractions. Usually when you come, I do too, and I’m too carried away to focus on you.”

“I happen to like when you get carried away,” he said, reaching for the button on my pants. “So now I think it’s my turn to give you all of my attention without any distractions.”

“Mack, no! You’re supposed to be catching up on work.” I tried to push his hands away, but instead he succeeded in tipping me backward by the shoulders so I was on my back, legs dangling off the desk.

“Fuck work.” He removed my shoes, and grabbed my pants, yanking them all the way off, along with my underwear.

I propped myself up on my elbows. “And it’s late. Won’t Mrs. Ingersoll be expecting you?”