Forbidden Love

“Thanks for seeing me on such short notice, Barrett,” she said, playing along.

“Follow me,” I said, turning and leading her out of the foyer.

“Everyone is staring at me,” she said, her voice low as she took in the open-plan offices.

“Because you’re beautiful.” I felt her turn toward me, and a grin lifted on my mouth.

“And so is everyone else here.”

Damn.Okay, so once upon a time, I may have only hired women I found attractive. But, in my defense, all the shitty ones were fired, and the remaining staff did have actual skills.

My assistant, Aimee, was mid-call when Lourde and I walked by, her expression fucking priceless.

“Here we are,” I said, pushing open the doors to my corner office and letting her walk ahead of me.

I shut the door behind us, not before peering beyond the open space to my staff who dared to look my way.

“Wow, Barrett, this is something,” she said, walking toward the view from the thirty-third floor. It was a pretty spectacular view, one I rarely had time to take in.

As I approached Lourde, her vanilla-blossom scent and freshly washed hair surrounded me, and as I stopped just behind her, it invaded my senses completely, making me forget about the never-ending work pressures that awaited me.

“So now that you have me here. What is it you want to do with me?”

“Oh, there are many things, dollface.” My voice was gravelly low. “My walnut desk, I imagine you spread-eagled as I ground you out with my tongue.”

“Is that so, Mr. Black?” she hummed, still staring out the window, my body pressed against hers.

“Then I’d spin you around and fuck you hard up against the polished edge with my hand across your throat so you couldn’t make a sound.”

She turned around, her cheeks burnished bright pink, her chest rising and falling.

“I think I’d like that,” she said breathlessly, and my dick came to attention in my suit pants.

“Would you now?”

She nodded. The innocent Lourde Diamond wanted this as much as I did. Her wish was my fucking command. I walked to the front of my desk and pressed the button to my executive assistant.

“Yes, Mr. Black.”

“Hold all my calls, Aimee.I don’t want to be interrupted.”

“Yes, sir.”

I hung up, walked over to the door, and quietly clicked the lock.

She had already made her way over to my desk, her peach of an ass on the edge as I walked toward her.

Stopping in front of her, I crossed my arms over my chest. “Pull your dress above your thighs.”

She reached below the hem with her two fingers and pulled it up and above her thighs, revealing a pink lace thong.

I adjusted myself, uncomfortable from my swelling dick pressing against the zipper of my suit pants.

“Now take off your thong but leave your stilettos on.”

She did as I asked, and spellbound by her beauty, I watched on greedily taking in all of her.

“Lie back on the desk and spread your legs wide for me, dollface. I want to see all of you.”

She blinked but did exactly that. Fuck, her delicious cunt was there for the taking, and I couldn’t wait any longer. Kneeling, I dragged her forward, placing her thighs on my shoulders, and my tongue plowed into her folds, lapping up all of her.

A groan escaped her lips but only loud enough for me to hear. I was just as eager as she was, and I plunged into her again. Wet and sweet, my tongue lavished her over and over, dragging her wetness up to her clit.

“Barrett,” she breathed.

“I need to be inside you, dollface.

“Yes,” she whispered. “Now.”

I got up off my knees and stalked round to the drawers of my desk. Opening the bottom drawer, I pulled out a foil packet feeling her gaze on me.

“In case of emergencies?” she asked. “I can see why, looking around here at all the models you have working for you.”

Was she seriously jealous right now?

Walking back around to her, I possessively pushed my body against hers, wrapping my hands around her waist, the force moving the desk back. Seething mad, I couldn’t believe she thought there could be anyone else but her.

“There’s only you, Lourde.” I unzipped my pants and rolled on the condom.

“Is there?” she asked, taking her teeth across her bottom lip.

“You know there is. You’re all I fucking think about.”

“Show me,” she said, taking her lips to mine in a rough, heated, and possessive kiss.

“Do you like to make me mad so I fuck you harder, dollface?”

Embarrassed, she looked away.

I pinched her chin between my fingers, tilting her head so she faced me.

“Maybe.” She shrugged, and fire flowed through my veins.

“Turn around,” I said, my voice coming out in a harsh whisper.