Ruthless Games

The guilt from lying to Avery is almost too much, so I finish off my drink quickly and head into the back of the club, and down the hallway.

Nero is in his office, working. Stopping in the doorway, I knock on the open door.

“Hey,” he says, leaning back in his chair. There are dark circles under his eyes, and I know that he didn’t sleep well last night. This whole thing has stressed him out.

“Everything OK?” he silently looks for confirmation of our plan.

I nod, then carefully close the door behind me. “I did it. You?”

He nods. “Yup. I guess we’ll see what happens next.”

I round the desk. “I don’t know how you do it, all this lying. The secrets. It makes my stomach hurt. Or maybe that’s just the margarita. I drank it kind of fast.”

He smiles, pulling me closer. “You never could hold your liquor. Remember when you got drunk on peach schnapps from your father’s bar?”

I groan. “I was so sick. I can’t believe I vomited all over your shoes. I thought you’d never call me again.”

Nero smirks. “It was cute.”

“My vomit was cute?” I ask, perching in his lap.

“No. But when you took off that private school blouse to clean up…” Nero’s hands slide around my waist. “Fuck, I must have jacked my dick raw thinking about that white lace bra of yours.”

I shiver. “Want to guess what color I’m wearing right now?” I coo.

Nero’s eyes go dark. “What do I get if I’m right?”

I pretend to think about it. “You get to fuck me over your desk.”

He stands suddenly, setting me down. “No bet, baby.”

I feel a rush of disappointment, but then he smiles. “Because I’m fucking you here either way.”

He reaches out, and suddenly yanks my blouse open, buttons flying. I gasp.

“Pink, hmm?” his eyes run over my breasts, encased in delicate pink silk.

“You like it?” I shiver, my nipples already getting tight with anticipation.

He grips my hips and lifts me, setting me on the desk, and wrapping my legs around his waist. “Yeah, I like it,” he growls, bending his head to suck loudly through the silk. “Prettiest tits around, baby. All wrapped up nice for me.”

He bucks against me deliberately, his erection pressing through his jeans and rubbing between my legs. I moan, heat flooding me.

“Shhh,” he warns me, lifting his head. “Don’t make a sound.”

I can’t help but whimper again as he rocks up against my core.

“I mean it, baby,” Nero growls. “Whatever happens… Not one fucking sound.”

Suddenly, he lifts me, spinning me around and shoving me facedown over the desk. I gasp, hands flat on the glass tabletop, hearing his buckle snap.

“Nobody can know,” he commands from behind me, lifting up my shirt and yanking my panties down. He lands a swift slap on my bare ass, making me jolt as he parts my thighs wider. “My guys need to think I’m working hard on this mole problem. They can’t know I’m sinking balls-deep into the sweetest pussy in town.”

Nero positions his cock at my entrance and thrusts inside.

Fuck. I bite back a cry of pleasure, but it’s impossible to stay silent when he withdraws, and thrusts again.

Deeper.