“You’re very welcome, precious.” He helped me to my feet, then kissed me long and hard before instructing me to get dressed and giving me permission to go back to work.
I managed to follow his instructions, even on wobbly legs, smiling as I left his office a short time later.
*
It was a few minutes before four when my phone on my desk rang. I peered down to see that it was Mr. Parker this time.
“Good afternoon, Mr. Parker,” I greeted cheerfully.
“Good afternoon, little rebel. Can you please join me in my office?”
“I’d be happy to.” Hanging up, I hurried to his office, opening the door and smiling. At some point during the day, he had removed his suit jacket and rolled up his sleeves. Although the man rocked a suit like nobody’s business, admittedly, I liked the more relaxed look on him.
His eyes perused me as though he was seeing me for the first time. I noticed the heat in his gaze, and the same sort of anticipation I’d felt when Mr. Snowden asked me into his office hit me. Having spent the weekend with them, I was familiar with being beckoned and I was learning to anticipate it.
“Come over here, feisty girl,” he ordered, his tone not nearly as relaxed as his appearance.
I walked over to him, my belly fluttering with those damn butterflies.
When I was less than a foot away, he held out his hand and pulled me even closer. Shifting, he positioned himself so that I was straddling his thighs in his desk chair.
“Well, this is a nice surprise,” I told him, sliding my hand over his slightly stubbled cheek.
“It is, isn’t it?”
Without another word, Mr. Parker kissed me.
Not one of those gentle, let’s-ease-into-it sort of kisses, either. This one was fueled by a significant amount of hunger that I instantly responded to in kind. The man didn’t kiss me often and I found myself more than happy that he was now.
“Reach down and unbuckle my belt,” he commanded between kisses.
I worked my hands between our bodies and freed the leather from the metal buckle.
“Take it off.”
It took a few seconds, but I managed to pull the leather from his belt loops.
“Now, don’t stop kissing me.”
Once again, I fused my lips to his while he took the belt from me. It didn’t take long for me to realize he was using it to restrain my hands at the small of my back. Once my hands were rendered useless, he broke the kiss and stared down at me.
“Have I told you how beautiful you are?”
I shook my head.
“Well, I’ll need to rectify that in the future, because you are a truly beautiful woman.”
His tone reflected his sincerity, but there was a dark hunger in his eyes that spoke of very naughty thoughts.
“Thank you, Mr. Parker.”
“Have I told you how much I enjoy eating your pussy?”
Heat slammed into me and my pussy clenched at his words. “No, Mr. Parker.”
“I do. I enjoy it so much I can’t stop thinking about it.”
I prayed he was planning to do something about that.
He lifted me up onto the top of his desk with ease. I couldn’t lean back very far because of the way I was restrained, but that didn’t stop him from placing my feet on the arms of his chair.
I sucked in a sharp breath when he shoved my skirt up my thighs, then pulled my panties to the side. His head dipped low so that his face was between my legs. When he licked me, I whimpered. His tongue was wicked and so effective. It didn’t take long before I was threatening to topple over, unable to hold myself upright. He must’ve noticed, because Mr. Parker stopped teasing me with his tongue and got to his feet. I watched as he unbuttoned his slacks, lowered the zipper, then pushed them down his thighs. I thought for a second he would impale me right where I was, but he eased into his chair, then pulled me back onto his lap.
“I need to feel you,” he whispered. “Need to feel that sweet pussy gripping me.”
“Please…” I wanted him inside me with a fierceness that nearly stopped my heart.
Mr. Parker didn’t disappoint, shifting me enough for him to push his cock inside me before grabbing my hips and jerking me closer.
“Oh, God!” He filled me in one punishing thrust and held me in place.
Mr. Parker groaned, his cock pulsing inside me, his hands not moving from my hips.
“Damn, you feel good.” He pressed his lips to my neck. “One of these days I’m going to bury my dick in your ass while Ben fucks your pussy. We’re going to fill you completely.”
I tried to shift, needing the friction, but he held me still.
“Do you want that?”
“Yes,” I shouted. “So much.”
It must’ve been what Mr. Parker needed to hear, because he began fucking me. Lifting me up and dropping me back onto his cock. Every brutal thrust sent me higher and higher. I wanted to touch him, but I couldn’t, so I settled on watching his face, seeing every emotion he thought he held back dancing in his eyes. This man was far more vulnerable than he realized and it made me want him all the more. I had developed feelings for both of them in such a short time, but it seemed every second I had with them only intensified them.
