Page 13 of Leverage & Obedience

He slides his hand up my spine, over my bra clasp, to the base of my neck. I arch into the touch before I can stop myself. There’s no quip ready, and no eye roll. His fingertips trace my shoulder, and my body tingles as my pulse speeds up.

“There’s my girl.” His warm breath against my ear almost makes my knees give way.

He takes his time undressing me. He unfastens my blouse button by button and slides it off my shoulders. The air hits my bare skin. Goosebumps race up my arms. My bra is next, and when the straps slide down, the cool air tightens my nipples. He cups one breast and rolls the nipple between his thumb and finger, and I gasp.

Every sensation is a surprise I cannot brace for.

My skirt drops, then my panties. He kneels and takes my heels off one at a time until I’m naked. An ache spreads through my body as he steps closer. The fabric of his shirt brushes my bare back, and his hard cock presses against my ass through his pants.

His mouth lands below my ear. His warm lips and the scrape of his stubble make me tip my head to the side. I want him to keep touching me and never stop.

“You’re quiet,” he murmurs against my neck.

“You took away my superpower.” It comes out small.

His laugh rumbles through me. “I didn’t. Your mouth is your superpower.”

“I can’t read you.” I swallow. “I don’t know what’s coming.”

“That’s the point.” His hand slides down my stomach, and my muscles tighten. His fingers brush over my mound, and I hold my breath. “You don’t need to read me. Just feel.”

His fingers slide between my folds. Soft pings of bliss make me moan embarrassingly loudly. I’ve been soaking wet most of the day, and the blowjob only made it worse. His fingers circle my clit, and my hips buck.

“So wet.” His voice is rough. “Have you been this wet all day?”

“Since you said my name on the intercom this morning.” I don’t add that all he has to do is say my name and my panties basically wave the white flag of surrender.

He pushes two fingers inside me, and my mouth falls open on a silent moan. He curls his fingers against the spot on my front wall, his palm pressing against my clit. I try to grind against his hand as the pleasure builds.

“Good girl.” My inner walls squeeze around his fingers as he pulls them out. “Hands on the desk.”

When I don’t immediately obey, he presses me down by my shoulder. I rest my elbows on the desk and sway my ass, wondering if he’s going to spank me. The unknown is making me even wetter.

“You’re going to stay like this while I fuck you. Hands on the desk, blindfold on. Taking what I give you.”

A thrill runs through me straight to my clit, and the sound of him removing his clothes barely registers. When he presses the blunt head of his cock against my entrance, I stop breathing. A voice in the hallway stops me from starting again.

”—has anyone seen Lily? Her purse is still at her desk. We have a meeting in ten.”

Shit, Rachel. She’s maybe ten feet from the door.

Bren freezes without pushing in. He leans forward and puts one hand over my mouth while his other palm rests flat against my lower back.

His hand is firm against my mouth. Good thing, because I might scream just from how loud my pulse is. The door is locked. I watched him lock it. Doesn’t matter—my brain has already pictured Rachel walking in and finding the naked temp bent over her boss’s desk in a blindfold. Holy fuck. I’d be office gossip forever.

Dana answers her, too low for me to catch the words and then their voices drift down the hallway.

I’m shivering and I have no idea if it’s because I almost came or because I almost got caught. Apparently I can be horny and an HR liability at the exact same time.

I exhale. My legs are doing their spaghetti thing, and this time it’s not the fun reason.

When it’s clear they are gone, he slides the silk off my eyes and steps away. The light is too bright and when I look behind me, he’s buttoning his shirt. Fuck, fuck, fuck. The stupid meeting I forgot about.

“We’re done for today. You can’t miss your meeting.”

I don’t trust my voice, so I nod. I dress quickly, and I try not to pout about no cuddle time.

He kisses the top of my head before I leave. “Color?”