Three Simple Rules (Blindfold Club 1)

I could stop him. I had a signal. If I opened and closed my hands quickly and repeatedly, I could have him thrown out in less than a minute. I’m sure he knew this, just as I’m sure he knew I couldn’t use it. The damage had been done. He’d seen me naked, he’d gone down on me, and currently he was fucking me. My boss. Wasn’t it enough that I had to struggle to please him at the office?

“What are you thinking about?” he asked. “Honestly.”

“That you’re my boss.”

He continued to pump his dick into me, and although the pending orgasm had faded significantly when he revealed himself, it lingered.

“Trust me, I’m aware. I’m not supposed to do what we’re doing right now with an employee, no matter how much I’ve thought about it.”

What the hell was he talking about? “You don’t even like me.”

He leaned over me, burying his face in my neck and sucking on it. “You sure about that? I just dropped twelve thousand dollars to be with you.”

The reminder of how much money he’d spent whispered to the orgasm to come closer. The idea that he wanted me and wanted me that badly was powerful. It left me breathless.

“Maybe I overcompensate at the office,” he admitted. “And your thoughts on me?”

I shut my eyes. How in the world could I answer that? The steady rock of his body against mine was beginning to drown out all other thought. One of his hands left my hip. It traveled up my skin, leaving goosebumps in its wake and settled on my nipple.

“You’re not going to answer me? That was rule two.” He pinched hard enough that it was just short of pain.

“I don’t like you,” I said.

He laughed, like it was doubtful. “Maybe not before, but now you fucking do.” He pulled out of me and ran his hand where he’d just been, causing me to gasp. “And this,” he shoved his wet fingers into my mouth, “This is the proof of how much you do.”

I could taste my arousal, and . . . I liked it. In the office, Logan was abrasive and strict, but he was also driven and fair. Logan outside of the office . . . holy shit. I did like him.

“Do you like my big cock in your pussy, Evelyn?”

I couldn’t say no, he’d know I was lying. “Yes.” It came out quiet and ashamed.

He entered me again, and I’d swear he was harder now. My traitorous body shifted to take him deeper, and he gave a sharp breath as if enjoying it. His deep brown eyes were almost black and hypnotizing, and I stared into them, trying to understand why he’d done this. I had to focus on that. Not how good it felt. Oh my god, it felt too good.

“I wanted to ask you to get drinks right before the promotion,” he said.

“Why didn’t you?” I didn’t realize I’d asked it out loud.

“Rule number one again.” This time he used his teeth to nip at the underside of my breast, a sharp pain dulled immediately with the swipe of his tongue. His thrusts increased in intensity and I bit down on my bottom lip. Oh, no. I was getting close.

An odd expression crossed his face, perhaps regret. “I’d heard you had a boyfriend, the guy you’ve got a picture of on your desk.” He was talking about the picture of Blake and me at an alumni Northwestern football game.

“He was never my boyfriend.” His hand left my breast and slid down to curl under my knee, pushing it back. “Shit, don’t do that,” I said, panicked.

He ignored me, leaning in to my neck and tracing the edge of my ear with his tongue. “Why? You don’t like it?”

“No, I like it. I like it too much.”

“That’s a terrible reason for me to stop.” He was moving furiously now. My body fought for control, begging me to stop resisting. Desire flowed through my veins, thick and hot like liquid fire. I wanted the release. I needed the release. Or I might lose my fucking mind.

“You can do this,” he whispered. “Hold it back. It’ll be so much better if you wait.”

My eyes fell shut, but in an instant my head was cradled in his hands, forcing it up.

“I want you to watch me fuck you.”

We’re visual creatures, after all. He knew it was torturous for me to see his massive dick disappear inside me. I’d never seen anything so erotic, and I gasped for breath, straining to push the orgasm back.

“Good, you’re doing so good,” he said. “Just a little longer.”