Page 69 of Indecent Obsession
I press my thighs together against the ache growing and give him a coy smile. I can’t imagine staying asleep while he fucks me, but I’m willing to let him try as many times as he needs to get it right. “You can try.”
As I walk out of the alcove, I brush against Dante, gliding my hand over his hard stomach. My eyes capture his light blue ones. “See you, boss.”
His chuckle follows me across the office to my door. My panties are damp, and if I thought I could’ve convinced them to fuck me, I would have. But I have work to finish before tonight. Taking a few breaths, I get settled at my desk and lose myself in the columns of numbers until a knock makes me lift my head.
“It’s time, princess.” Drew leans in the doorway with his hands in his pockets and his ankles crossed. His suit fits him like a glove. He should be a model.
“Give me a minute.” I hold up my hand as I close down my programs and log out of my computer for the night. “Done.”
I grab my purse and stand with a smile. I may not have played with Finn and Dante at work today, but surprisingly, I did with Wyatt. And now, I get to play with Drew for a while before we go back to scanning security footage until our eyes cross.
“Do I need to check you out like a library book?” His hand slips around my waist and draws me in tight against him. He glances toward Dante’s office.
I tip my chin to look him in his smiling brown eyes. “You want to borrow me?”
He lowers his head until his mouth hovers over mine. “No, princess. I want to take you home and do all the bad things to you. Break your binding, bend your pages, get you all hot and sticky.”
“I’m not sure I approve of how you take care of books.” I smile against his lips.
“Who’s talking about books?” His lips claim mine, right there in the doorway of Tom’s office. Anyone could walk by. Anyone could see us. He deepens the kiss and a whimper forms in the back of my throat as I grab the lapels of his suit and lean into him.
He lifts his head and smooths his thumb beside my lips. “You’re going to get me in trouble with your bulldogs.”
“That’s the way she is.” Wyatt’s voice makes me blush. He walks over to us. “Can we take a moment?”
He gestures to Tom’s office and Drew nods, ushering me inside with his hand at the small of my back. Wyatt closes the door behind him. I put my hands on my hips and wait for whatever Wyatt has to say.
“What time do you want us to come over?” Wyatt’s dark eyes focus on Drew and not me.
Drew steps behind me and pulls me back against him. “You mean how long do I need to fuck Sara?”
Wyatt’s gaze drops to me for a second as his lips tighten. “We need to figure out this thing with Tom, and I’d rather not spend the whole night combing security footage.”
Drew wraps his arms around me and begins to unbutton my blouse. What the fuck is he doing? But hell, so far he hasn’t done anything I haven’t liked. I let my hands drop as I lean back against him. I focus on Wyatt.
“Oh, so you want to know how long you’ll have to fuck Sara later?” Drew’s smirk can be heard in his words. He pulls my shirt open and then reaches for the zipper of my skirt.
My skin buzzes as Wyatt’s gaze falls helplessly to my breasts cupped in my bra. My nipples tighten, remembering how he made me come just by playing with my breasts.
Drew releases my skirt and it falls to the floor. He touches me over my hips, up my sides, to my breasts. “I mean, I’m always willing to share, but I do want to fuck her first in my apartment and that might take some time.”
He slides his hands into the cups of my bra and draws my breasts up and out. My panties are soaked now. I’m nearly naked in the office, more so than when Wyatt took me at lunch.
“Could you use a release, princess?” Drew’s lips move against my ear as his hand slides down over my trembling stomach. “Are these bulldogs taking care of your needs?”
His hand dips below my panties, and he cups my bare pussy while his other hand toys with my nipple. I let out a sigh and meet Wyatt’s darkened eyes.
“She had a very good lunch, didn’t you, trouble?” He gives me a sly smile.
My lips part as Drew strokes my clit.
“I’m sorry I missed it.” He kisses my ear. “How many times did you get off, princess?”
“Once,” I whisper, caught up in following his finger with my hips and watching Wyatt.
Wyatt’s hands tighten into fists. “She’s still getting used to having sex.”
Drew eases his fingers inside me. “But not getting off. You’ve gotten off plenty, haven’t you, princess?”
