Page 45 of Black Sheep
Cannon’s gaze burns into me as he drags it from where his hands grip my knees until it lands on my face. “Remember what I said in the restaurant?”
His words fly back into my head, because how could I possibly forget him saying I was the only thing he wanted to eat at Per Se.
I nod, my desire climbing higher with the hemline of my dress, which he pushes up inch by inch.
With a wicked grin, he stops when he sees the black thong covering me. He sweeps the pad of his thumb over my center, and a full-body shiver works through me. I’ve never feltneedlike this. Achingly. Desperately. The look on his face tells me that I won’t be going unsatisfied.
And his words confirm it.
“I don’t touch the people who work for me, but I can’t stop with you. Not unless you tell me to back the fuck off and stay away. I’ll keep coming back. I don’t know why, but there’s something I can’t fucking resist. I know I should, but I don’t want to.”
When I reach down and wrap my hand around his forearm, Cannon’s entire body stills, like he’s expecting me to push him away. But that’s the opposite of what I have planned.
“Whatever you do, please don’t stop. I ... I need this. I need you.”
Cannon’s nostrils flare at the raw and honest words. Somehow, I know in that moment, that’s all he wants from me.Honesty.
I send up a promise to the universe.Someday I’ll tell him why. I’ll tell him all of it. Just ... not yet.
With my conscience temporarily satisfied, I lean back on the empty desk, balancing on my elbows as he catches the fabric between my legs with a hooked finger, right in the vicinity of where I’d prefer to have him buried inside me, and pulls it a breath away from my body.
“Baby, you’re soaked.” Cannon’s bourbon-warmed voice takes on a husky, awed quality as he realizes how hungry I am for him. “These panties are a lost cause. We’d better take them off.”
With hunger for him driving through my veins, I lift my hips as he uses both hands to drag my panties over my generous ass and down my thighs until I kick them off my feet.
And then it’s just him staring—at me, completely exposed—and the pulse already pounding in my ears goes haywire.
“Fuck, you’re so pretty here.” With the slightest sweep up, the pad of his thumb slips through my wetness and I squirm against the desk, wanting more from him.
I rock my hips forward, forcing his touch to deepen, and a wicked grin steals onto his lips.
“Oh no. You’re not going to fuck my fingers until I’m ready to give them to you.” His hazel eyes ignite with challenge as they lift to meet mine. “You’re used to being in charge, but that’s not how it’s going to be with me. Not when I’m staring at the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen. I’m going to take my time with you. If you can’t handle that, I’ll make you handle it. Get me?”
Hell. Why is that the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard?My brain is rioting in approval, but my lips press together, and some proper part of me is afraid to agree out loud.
Cannon must see my inner struggle, because he grips both my knees and rises until he and I are face-to-face. “Are you going to be able to handle it? Or do I need to strap you down to the desk to keep you where I want you?”
Another burst of heat lights up between my legs, and I have to be dripping onto the surface of the desk.
“I ... I don’t know.” What I want wars with what I think I should say, but he sees through it. Through me.
“Poor little girl. You haven’t ever had a man like me. I bet the rest of them let you decide when and where and how much and how hard.” He grips my chin between his thumb and forefinger and leans forward to nip at my lips. “That’s not how I work.”
“Why?” I ask, my voice trembling.
“You don’t know what you want from me because you’ve never had a man determined to set you on fire, just so I can fan the flames. I’m going to show you.”
With his hands still locked around my knees, he lifts my right leg until my foot is resting on the edge of the desk and then the left. I’m exposed. Obscenely exposed. Looking at his handiwork, he sits back down and reaches forward to pull my ass closer to the edge.
“Heaven,” he murmurs before he bends forward and sweeps his tongue through my slit, ass to clit, and groans so loud, the vibrations nearly set off an orgasm by themselves.
“Oh my God,” I whisper. My fingers curl into claws as I try to grab onto anything that’ll help me keep quiet. But there’s nothing other than the fists they ball into as Cannon goes back for more anddevours.
Holy Jesus. Cannon’s tongue is a gift to womankind. He tastes and licks and teases until I’m fighting his grip on my hips. He’s trying to keep me pinned to the desk, and I’m desperate to push my pussy harder into his face because my orgasm isright there. So damn close. But he won’t let me have it.
“You taste fucking delicious.” He groans as he goes back for more. Except this time, he adds two fingers that press inside me and scissor, stretching me until I can’t stop myself from fucking them.
“Please. Please, just—”
