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Or bending you over it and fucking you from behind?”
“I…” I sucked in a breath. Fuck, I couldn"t speak. He knew exactly how to
touch me inside, how to tease my clit, and I didn"t have a clue how to work my own
mouth right then.
He leaned forward and pressed his lips to the inside of my knee, the warmth of
his touch through my stockings making my toes curl inside my shoes. “Or were you
too busy imagining me putting you up against that file cabinet? Or up against your
door, to see if you could stay quiet enough that no one on the other side would know
what we were doing in here?”
I hadn"t even thought of either of those options, and they were suddenly so, so
tempting.
“Or maybe,” he said softly, “you pictured me sitting just like this, holding on to
your hips while you fucked me.”
My knees trembled and my balance wavered.
“Put your foot down,” he said.
Thank God. With both feet on the floor, my balance was better. A little better.
As much as could be expected with Sabian"s fingers still inside my pussy.
Without withdrawing them, he rose, pushing the chair out of the way with his
foot. Then he guided me up against my desk. Leaning in almost close enough to kiss
me, he whispered, “Do you want me to fuck you, Jocelyn?”
My first name sounded even dirtier, even more intimate, than any word that
had ever left his lips.
“I…”
His fingers crooked inside me again, just enough to take my breath and
balance away. I grabbed the edge of my desk with one hand, his shoulder with the
other. Then he slowly withdrew his fingers, and as his hand broke contact with my
pussy, I could finally breathe. Maybe even form a coherent thought.
Sabian didn"t let that situation last. He seized my hair with his other hand,
gripping it tight enough to hurt and make my nipples harden that much more. “I
asked you a question,” he growled.
“Yes,” I breathed. “I want you to fuck me.”
“I thought you might,” he said and kissed me lightly. “I"m not sure I"m ready to
fuck you, though.”
His grip on my hair was tight enough to keep me from moving, which meant I
couldn"t look down to see what his other hand was doing. The metallic clink of his
belt buckle clued me in, though, as did the sound of his zipper. My mouth watered.
The way he held me now, he was one twist of his hand away from forcing me to my
knees to suck his cock.
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Yes, yes, please , I wanted to beg. As much as I wanted him inside me, I
desperately needed to kneel in front of him and make him come.
“Tell me what you want,” he said.
“I want…” I swallowed hard. “I want to suck your cock.” I"d barely whispered,
but I was sure everyone in the building heard, and I didn"t care at all. I only cared
that he"d heard me.
“Do you?” His lips almost touched mine, and the hand in my hair kept me from
closing the distance enough for them to do so.
“Yes.” I tried not to notice the way his shoulder moved, tried not to imagine
what his hand was doing just beyond the lower edges of my peripheral vision.
“You want to get on your knees,” he whispered, “right here in your own office,
and suck my cock?”
“Yes.”
“I thought you wanted me to fuck you.” He dipped his head to kiss my neck,
and both his lips and goatee against my skin made thinking nearly impossible.
“Which is it? Do you want to suck my cock? Or do you want me to fuck you?”
“I…”
“I already know what"s going to happen.” His tone was caught in some spine-
tingling gray area between teasing and growling. He raised his head and looked
down at me. “But I want to know what you want .”
I moistened my lips and forced myself to look in his eyes. “I want to…suck your
cock.”
“Do you?”
“Yes.”
“Mmm, I love to hear that.” He leaned in to kiss me. “Nothing quite like a
woman who wants to get on her knees and do just that.”
I shivered, my mouth watering with
Or bending you over it and fucking you from behind?”
“I…” I sucked in a breath. Fuck, I couldn"t speak. He knew exactly how to
touch me inside, how to tease my clit, and I didn"t have a clue how to work my own
mouth right then.
He leaned forward and pressed his lips to the inside of my knee, the warmth of
his touch through my stockings making my toes curl inside my shoes. “Or were you
too busy imagining me putting you up against that file cabinet? Or up against your
door, to see if you could stay quiet enough that no one on the other side would know
what we were doing in here?”
I hadn"t even thought of either of those options, and they were suddenly so, so
tempting.
“Or maybe,” he said softly, “you pictured me sitting just like this, holding on to
your hips while you fucked me.”
My knees trembled and my balance wavered.
“Put your foot down,” he said.
Thank God. With both feet on the floor, my balance was better. A little better.
As much as could be expected with Sabian"s fingers still inside my pussy.
Without withdrawing them, he rose, pushing the chair out of the way with his
foot. Then he guided me up against my desk. Leaning in almost close enough to kiss
me, he whispered, “Do you want me to fuck you, Jocelyn?”
My first name sounded even dirtier, even more intimate, than any word that
had ever left his lips.
“I…”
His fingers crooked inside me again, just enough to take my breath and
balance away. I grabbed the edge of my desk with one hand, his shoulder with the
other. Then he slowly withdrew his fingers, and as his hand broke contact with my
pussy, I could finally breathe. Maybe even form a coherent thought.
Sabian didn"t let that situation last. He seized my hair with his other hand,
gripping it tight enough to hurt and make my nipples harden that much more. “I
asked you a question,” he growled.
“Yes,” I breathed. “I want you to fuck me.”
“I thought you might,” he said and kissed me lightly. “I"m not sure I"m ready to
fuck you, though.”
His grip on my hair was tight enough to keep me from moving, which meant I
couldn"t look down to see what his other hand was doing. The metallic clink of his
belt buckle clued me in, though, as did the sound of his zipper. My mouth watered.
The way he held me now, he was one twist of his hand away from forcing me to my
knees to suck his cock.
Damaged Goods
35
Yes, yes, please , I wanted to beg. As much as I wanted him inside me, I
desperately needed to kneel in front of him and make him come.
“Tell me what you want,” he said.
“I want…” I swallowed hard. “I want to suck your cock.” I"d barely whispered,
but I was sure everyone in the building heard, and I didn"t care at all. I only cared
that he"d heard me.
“Do you?” His lips almost touched mine, and the hand in my hair kept me from
closing the distance enough for them to do so.
“Yes.” I tried not to notice the way his shoulder moved, tried not to imagine
what his hand was doing just beyond the lower edges of my peripheral vision.
“You want to get on your knees,” he whispered, “right here in your own office,
and suck my cock?”
“Yes.”
“I thought you wanted me to fuck you.” He dipped his head to kiss my neck,
and both his lips and goatee against my skin made thinking nearly impossible.
“Which is it? Do you want to suck my cock? Or do you want me to fuck you?”
“I…”
“I already know what"s going to happen.” His tone was caught in some spine-
tingling gray area between teasing and growling. He raised his head and looked
down at me. “But I want to know what you want .”
I moistened my lips and forced myself to look in his eyes. “I want to…suck your
cock.”
“Do you?”
“Yes.”
“Mmm, I love to hear that.” He leaned in to kiss me. “Nothing quite like a
woman who wants to get on her knees and do just that.”
I shivered, my mouth watering with
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