Page 130 of Taking Over

“And she’s going to let me fuck her filthy,” he goes on, his voice seductive and low, “as usual. Maybe she’ll let me eat her pussy while she tells her dumb ass coworker not to bother her on Christmas Eve.”

I laugh, trying to be quiet so nobody hears us. “You’re ridiculous.”

“So are you,” he says while he tightens his hold and smiles at me. “It’s why we work together. We’re both so damn impossible.”

“We are,” I agree before I slide out of his arms and head to the stairs. “But let’s take a step back. You were saying something about fucking me filthy?”

Gamely, he nods, hunger in his eyes as he watches me move.

“Perfect.” I cock my head, motioning for him to follow me upstairs to our bedroom. “Now come and get me, Gus.”

The end