Page 61 of Office Intrigue (Office Intrigue Duet 1)
“I’m to work naked tomorrow,” I said, my eyes bouncing from one man to the next.
“All day,” Justin confirmed.
“God, I can’t wait for tomorrow,” Landon said as he got to his feet.
Everyone chuckled and I was left staring after them.
Naked.
While working.
God, I wasn’t sure I was ready for tomorrow.
•
A few hours later, I was wondering if I was going to make it through today, let alone be ready for tomorrow.
At two thirty, Justin opened his office door and peered out at me. “Please join me.”
I was staring after him as he slipped back into his office. I managed to call Jordan to let him know I’d be away from my desk for a few minutes, then hurried after my boss. When I turned to close the door behind me, he waved me off.
“Leave it open.”
I frowned.
He turned to face me. “You mentioned you wanted more attention.”
My eyes widened as I stared at him. I managed a nod.
He smiled. “I’m happy to hear that. We’ve all been holding back. The truth is, I could fuck you a couple of times a day. Every day.”
I swallowed hard, my body heating from his words.
“But your health is of the utmost importance to us.”
Okay, just when I thought this was going one way, it seemed to be going another.
“However, your request this morning tells me that you’re equipped to handle our demands. Is that true?”
“Yes, sir.” I couldn’t help it, I was trembling. Not from fear but from anticipation. I wasn’t sure which way Justin was going with this, but I was hoping it would result in him doing something wicked right here in his office.
He walked around to one of the chairs sitting in front of his desk and he patted the leather. “Come here, princess.”
I moved closer, coming to stand directly in front of him. He reached for my hand, then guided it to his cock, which was currently tenting his slacks.
“You feel that?”
“I do,” I whispered roughly, unable to look away from his face.
“That’s what you do to me. You make me hard. You make me ache. I think about fucking that sweet little pussy all damn day.”
My pussy clenched, my body trembling as the need inside me rose.
Justin moved around behind me, then guided me forward.
“Bend over the chair. Let me see that pretty little ass.”
Planting my hands on the seat of the chair, I bent over the back of it, leaning forward with my feet still on the ground. Cool air washed over my butt when he lifted my skirt. Warm hands began kneading my ass and I couldn’t resist squirming against the pressure, urging him to continue, letting him know I welcomed whatever he had in mind.
“Is this what you need, princess? You need us to order you into our offices so we can bury our cocks in that tight snatch of yours?”
“Yes, sir.” I didn’t even care how that made me sound. It was exactly what I wanted. I spent so much time wishing and hoping that my inhibitions were long since buried beneath my desperation.
I heard the clink of his belt buckle being freed, then the distinct sound of his zipper being lowered.
“Hold that thought.”
I glanced over my shoulder as Justin strolled out of the room. I frowned, confused about what was happening. He returned less than a minute later.
“I brought my pup with me. He’s been eager to watch me pound your little pussy again. Isn’t that true?”
“Yes, Mr. Parker,” Ben confirmed.
“Would you like a taste of her before I begin?”
“I would love to taste her.”
Now my legs were trembling as I held myself over the chair, my ass facing the door. I felt the warmth of Ben’s hands as he moved behind me. They trailed over my backside, down my thighs when he kneeled on the floor.
“He’s got a wicked tongue, don’t you think, princess?”
That wicked tongue took a long swipe between my legs, caressing my clit and my entrance.
“Very wicked,” I confirmed as I moaned.
“Make that pussy come for me, pup. I want her ready to take my cock.”
Ben was relentless in driving me right to the edge. He didn’t hold back, tormenting my clit with precise flicks of his tongue. I cried out as I came, my body trembling. Before I could catch my breath, Justin was behind me, driving his cock inside me in a single, punishing thrust. I gripped the armrests of the chair, pushing back against him.
“Tell me you want my cock, princess.”
“I want your cock. Please fuck me. Oh, God!” I moaned and whimpered as he gave me exactly what I asked for, exactly what I needed.
His hands gripped my hips as he slammed forward, retreated, then slammed into me again. For a second, I wondered if the chair would give way beneath me considering how hard he was driving into me.
