The Man Who Has No Heart (Soulless 2)
Theresa’s message popped up on my monitor. Cleo is here.
Send her in. I was in the middle of doing something, but now that didn’t seem important. The woman who made my life shine was about to step into my office, and the piles of paperwork could wait until she left.
She stepped inside, holding a thick package as well as a reusable bag. “Hey.”
“Hey.” I got out of my chair and came around the desk to kiss her. I didn’t even give her a chance to put down the items she carried before I moved in and pressed my mouth to hers.
She melted at my kiss, looking at me through her thick lashes, a slight smile on the lips I’d just kissed. “I never get used to that…” She set the package on the desk along with the bag. “Here’s the papers you asked for. I thought I would bring you lunch too.”
I’d thought it would be weird to continue to have her serve me, run my life like my assistant, but since it was the foundation of our relationship, it didn’t feel strange at all. It was the premise to our friendship, the way I learned about her, trusted her, without having to risk myself at all. I believed it was the only way I could have let someone in again, and if I’d never moved in to the building, never met Cleo, I would have been alone forever. “Thank you.”
She took everything out of the bag, revealing cauliflower rice, tofu dumplings coated in breadcrumbs, and some slices of fruit and sautéed veggies. She understood my diet completely, knew I liked to rotate between vegan dishes, fish, and occasionally poultry. “Of course.” She turned back to me, her hands resting at her waist in front of me, behaving professionally even though no one could see us. “Is there anything else I can do for you?”
“Yes.” She was in a tight gray dress with heels, her hair pinned over one shoulder. I liked the way she looked no matter what she wore, but she looked more beautiful every time I saw her.
She waited for an answer.
“I want you to bend over my desk so I can fuck you.” I slid out of my jacket, letting it fall down my arms and to the floor. My hands went to my belt next, getting it loose so I could get to the button and zipper underneath.
She was still for a moment, her eyes slightly wide because she couldn’t believe the instruction that had just flown out of my mouth. Her breathing picked up right away, her lips slightly parted so she could get enough air into her lungs.
When my slacks were loose, I stepped over into her and kissed her hard, my hands immediately yanking up her dress and gripping her cheeks. My fingers kneaded the strong flesh as my lips devoured hers, so anxious to fuck her, as if I hadn’t had her last night.
She kissed me back, her hands moving to my chest outside my clothes. “What about Theresa?”
“I don’t give a shit about Theresa.” I pushed Cleo over the front of my desk, her perky ass gorgeous in the natural light. I pulled her pink thong over her ass and shoved myself inside her, flooded with her wetness.
A moan escaped, and she tried to silence it halfway through, like she’d already forgotten there was someone just outside the door.
My palms flattened against the desk as I leaned over her, bucking myself into her hard, driving my dick through her tightness, getting utterly lost in this gorgeous woman. My abs rubbed against her perky ass, and I moaned as I fucked her, my balls getting tight almost instantly. My hand tightened on her hair, and I turned her head so I could breathe against her cheek. “This is my office. I can fuck you whenever I goddamn well please.”
I leaned against my headboard with my hands spanning across her stomach and back. She was so petite in my grasp, her narrow waist so easy for me to squeeze and make my fingertips touch.
I watched her rise and fall slowly, lifting herself to the top of my dick before she pushed down again. A build-up of cream coated my base as she continued to slather my dick with it every time she moved. My head was tilted back so I could watch her face, the way she bit her bottom lip when my dick hit the right spot. Her nipples were sharp like the points of diamonds, the sexy curve of her tits so sexy.
I breathed hard as I watched her, not from exertion, just arousal. I’d already come once, and my own come had dripped onto my balls because we kept going, making my dick hard again within thirty seconds.
Her hands gripped my wrists then brought them to her tits because she liked the way I touched her, the way I squeezed her tits then flicked my thumb over the nipples. She moaned when she felt me, keeping her steady pace up and down my dick.