Beg for It(41)

“Yes,” he told her. “Yes, Ma’am. I understand.”





Chapter Twenty-Two



At the sound of that word, Corinne nearly went to her own knees. Fortunately, all she had to do was reach behind her for the support of the desk. Her ass found the edge. Her fingers curled into the hem of her skirt, sliding it up and over her thighs as Reese pressed forward using one finger to hook her panties to the side.

“No.” She stopped him with a hand in his hair, pulling so hard it must’ve hurt worse than the rapping of his knuckles could have, even though she’d busted that ruler on them.

His lips were so close to her flesh that she could feel his breath, but obediently, Reese didn’t touch her. When Corinne tightened her fingers even more, tipping his face, the dazed look in his eyes took her back to those long ago days when she’d owned him the way she had never owned another man since. She twisted her fingers, watching him wince and his mouth open, but he didn’t mutter so much as a peep of protest.

“I have never had another boy since you. Do you know that?”

Reese closed his eyes. His hands slid along her thighs to rest against the backs of her knees, fingers curled. He shook his head as much as he could, imprisoned in her grip.

“Do you know how many times I’ve thought about that last time we were together, and what I could’ve done differently that might’ve made you want to stay?” Her voice shook, and she cleared her throat. “Do you know how often I wished you’d come to the diner that night when I asked you to? I waited for hours, Reese. You never showed. I never heard from you again. And I spent years blaming myself for driving you away because I demanded exactly…this…”

She tugged his hair again, then smoothed it to cup his cheek. He opened his eyes. She ran her thumb over his mouth until he opened for her, and then she tucked it inside so he could bite gently down.

“I have never asked another man to get on his knees for me,” she whispered. “And I have missed you every day. I have longed for you every f*cking second of my life. So don’t you f*cking dare, don’t you dare think that you can…”

She couldn’t finish, no words to say what she’d spent so many years thinking about. In the beginning, those first horrible hours while she’d waited for him to show, and then in the days after, she’d imagined herself calling him names. Cursing him. She’d imagined telling him to f*ck off, to never darken her doorstep.

She drew in a breath. Swallowed hard. “You want me now?”

“I never stopped wanting you,” Reese said in a harsh, strangled voice.

“Beg for it,” Corinne whispered. “Fucking beg me for it.”

Reese pressed his mouth to the inside of her bare thigh. “Please. Please, please, please, let me back inside you.”

In answer, she slipped her panties to the side, giving him access. At that first slow swipe of his tongue, she put one leg over his shoulder. Her head fell back. She cried out, muffling herself by biting her tongue, aware that they were not alone in the office.

She was already coming when he pushed his fingers inside her, f*cking along with the steady stroking of his tongue. Her orgasm rocketed through her, leaving her breathless and gasping and blinded with the pleasure.

Blinking, she looked down at him. His wet mouth. Passion-glazed eyes. She traced his lower lip with her forefinger.

A knock came at his closed, but not locked, office door. Sandy said, “Mr. Ebersole? I have a package here that was just delivered. Should I bring it in?”

As far as scandals went, Corinne guessed this would be one that would keep Sandy gossiping for years, but that wasn’t why she pushed herself away from him and tugged her skirt down. It wasn’t like she had to worry about losing her job for f*cking the boss—Reese owned the company and the only person she had to answer to was him. But he would be humiliated if the secretary walked in to find him on his knees with a raging erection, his mouth still wet from Corinne’s *. He would suffer for this, and that was something Corinne would not allow.

“Get up,” she murmured. “Behind the desk. Now.”

He was already moving as she did at the same time. By the time she got to the door, Corinne had slicked back the stray hairs off her cheeks and forehead and smoothed her clothes. She pulled the door open with a vague smile to find the secretary already reaching for the knob.

“Hi, Sandy. We were just finishing up a finance meeting. I can grab that package, if you want.”

Sandy frowned, leaning to look past Corinne. Whatever she saw must not have been juicy enough to warrant more than a shrug though, because she held up the padded envelope. “Courier brought this from the real estate office.”

Corinne half-turned, already taking the envelope. “I’ll give it to him. We still have some business to go over.”

“I was about to take my lunch, is that okay? Can I bring you anything?”

“I think I’m about to head out, myself,” Corinne replied smoothly, looking finally to see Reese looking nonflustered and completely calm in his desk chair. He’d even managed to grab a few folders and a pen and looked as though he’d been hard at work.

Oh, he was hard all right, she thought and with that, the giggles threatened to overtake her. She bit her tongue hard enough to taste copper. Sandy gave her a glance, but Corinne covered up her impending hilarity with a cough.