Page 106 of His Secret
I let out a nervous laugh, because why are we talking about this while I’m being undressed in hisoffice?
His finger traces the line of my crack and I suck in a breath. “Matías.”
He groans, leaning forward to kiss the top of my ass cheek, planting a trail of them across the curve.
“We’re just having a friendly conversation,” he says, squeezing the flesh of my ass.
“Yeah,” I say on a breath. “Extremely friendly.”
“Very professional.”
He pushes down on my back, making me bend over the desk.
“Oh, god.”
“I just want a little taste,” he says, before spreading me open and swiping his tongue up my crack.
“Holy shit.”
He pulls away. “You’re gonna have to be quiet, Mr. Kennedy. There are still employees out there.”
“Oh.” I whimper. “Yes, sir.”
A sexy growl rumbles in his throat, then he licks me again. More than that, he fucking consumes me. His tongue pushes into my hole, fucking me with it while making sinful noises of pleasure.
His sounds are muffled, but I have to clamp a hand around my own mouth to keep from being too loud.
Paper crinkles under me, and my other hand tightly grips the edge of the desk. He swipes over my hole like a madman. Like I’m the best thing he’s ever had. Perhaps like I’m the only meal to keep him sustained.
His grip on me is tight, and I’m almost ready to beg him to fuck me right here and now when he pulls away, sucking in a deep breath.
“God. I could eat you all goddamn day.”
His finger presses over my hole and I suck in a breath. “I’d likethat.”
“I bet you would,” he says, giving my ass a light smack.
I stand up and papers fall to the floor. I bring my underwear and pants back up, tucking my erection under the waistband.
When I turn, he’s casually sitting in his chair like he didn’t just fucking eat my ass over his desk during work hours.
“So, what should I bring?”
I shake my head as I snort. “Just yourself is fine.”
He grins. “Get on your knees.”
I kneel in front of him and watch as he undoes his pants and pulls his cock out. It’s so hard, the veins pushing against the skin. There’s a drop of pre-cum on his tip, and I want nothing more than to lick it up.
“Look what you did to me.”
I bite my lip, watching him wrap his fingers around his erection. “Sorry.”
He smirks. “Later tonight, I’ll replay what just happened, and I’ll take care of this.”
“Not right now?”
He gives his cock another stroke. “No. Not right now. We’re at work, Mr. Kennedy.”