Pushing Her Limits (Masters of Adrenaline 3)

“You’re denying it?”

She found herself unable to answer as her body struggled through the shock of his sudden penetration. Her eyes fell shut, and he pushed her back on the counter, then spread her legs wider. He shoved her skirt upward until she could feel the warmth from his breath on her pussy. Fingers spread her labia, and his mouth came down on her, tongue tracing where his finger was lodged inside her, then moving upward to her clit. He flicked his tongue over the hard nub, and she cried out. Lick, lick . . . his mouth fastened down on her and he sucked, swirling his tongue around and over her clit while his finger pressed deep inside her. Her back arched against the hard surface of the counter, and she hooked her feet over the edge to grind harder against his sinful mouth. There was a thump, and she was vaguely aware one of her sandals had fallen off.

“Shit.”

He pulled his finger out of her, then tugged her off the counter. Despite the steadying hand he put under her elbow, her knees gave out and she crumpled to the floor just as the doorbell rang.

Oh fuck.

There was no way she could stand up now or it would look suspicious. She stifled a laugh, and crawled under the counter where Atlas would put his knees if he sat down.

“Hi, can I help you?” he said to the newcomer. The word “help” had sounded more like “halp,” and his words were slightly slurred.

“I was wondering if you sold external hard drives,” came a man’s voice.

“Yes, they’re just over there, under the sale sign,” Atlas replied.

Mila was shaking with laughter until he caught her by the hair and forced his damp finger into her mouth and tapped her on the chin. She sucked the taste of herself from his finger, doing a far more thorough job of it than he’d probably expected. His grunt of discomfort only made the whole scenario funnier.

She unbuttoned his jeans, managing to avoid his shooing hands, then unzipped them as he feigned a coughing fit to cover the sound. He leaned his stomach against the counter just as she pulled his rock hard, throbbing cock from his jeans, and she wondered if he was worried his legs might give way too. It would be poetic justice.

Nothing made her feel powerful like going down on a guy. She flicked her tongue over the head of his cock, turned on by the precome already waiting for her. As much as he’d tried to stop her, this scenario was turning him on. His hand tangled in her hair, and she ignored his attempt to force her down on him. He had no real leverage in this position—not if he wanted to keep her presence a secret. She dabbed her tongue over the head of his cock, then attacked it with tiny licks and kisses.

There was a thud overhead, and his hand fell away from her hair. The customer started a short discussion on the merits of two different models of external hard drives. Atlas sounded far calmer than she would have expected, which was seriously annoying, so she took the head of his cock into her mouth and sucked in short, hopefully annoying bursts, while exploring every ridge and toggling his piercing. Damn, that piercing turned her on. She loved it so much she doubted she could ever date a guy without one again. Amazed at the amount of self-control he had, she slipped her hand into his jeans and cupped his balls, and he didn’t even stammer over his sales pitch, although he flinched slightly.

She got into a steady rhythm of sucking him into her mouth, then maintaining suction as she pulled back, being careful not to let him fall out of her mouth so that she didn’t make a giveaway sucking sound the customer could hear. Atlas rang up the guy’s order, and told him to have a good day.

The doorbell jangled, and she held her breath, wondering what he’d do now that they were alone again.

“You little fucking bitch.” He pulled abruptly out of her mouth. As she tried to backpedal farther under the desk, he caught her by the hair and forced her out from underneath it. “Is this what you want?” He pried her mouth open and jammed his cock back in. He tangled his hands tighter in her hair and fucked her mouth.

She gagged and choked, but tried to suck him off even though she kept laughing. After a moment it wasn’t funny anymore, and his rough use went straight to her needy pussy. She squirmed and pressed a hand between her legs, trying to relieve the ache.

He forced his cock deep, cutting off her air as hot come sprayed into her throat. When he pulled out, she gagged once, then sucked in greedy lungfuls of air.

“Bastard.”

If she thought he’d gloat, she was wrong.

He glared down at her as he tucked himself back into his jeans and zipped them back up. Out of a sense of self-preservation, she knelt where he’d left her, trying to look contrite when all she wanted was for him to fuck her pussy as hard as he’d fucked her mouth.

“That was . . .” He blinked at her then shook his head. Without finishing his s

entence, he walked to the front door and locked it. There was a click, and she guessed he’d flipped on the closed sign. “Come here.”

He walked into the back room, and she rose and nervously followed him. The back room was mostly storage, but there was a battered old desk stacked with paperwork, and a girlie calendar from Jimmy’s Auto Shop.

When he finally looked down at her, his expression was stony.

“You like being in trouble, Mila?”

“No, sir.”

“Look at me when I’m speaking to you, girl.”

Reluctantly, she let her gaze meet his. Ooh, was he pissed.

“I don’t use our sexual relationship to fuck with you at work, and I deserve the same respect.”