A moan wrung from my lips as he nipped at me. Just the edge of teeth through the fabric was white-hot, and a sharp crack of pleasure whipped through my body. As I stood over him, letting his mouth rove over my sensitive skin, I felt powerful. He wasn’t just giving me pleasure—I was taking it.
It got to be too much. I longed for his hands on me, and drew back, panting heavily. Maybe the cool air would help me get control of myself.
“I can see everything in those panties.” His gaze was fixed at the seam of my legs. “I see how wet that pretty pussy is.”
An unstoppable groan burst from my lungs. His dirty mouth did things to me. There was no defense against it.
“Do you need my mouth there, Cassidy?”
I gulped and nodded. Everything was spiraling out of control. He wasn’t moving an inch but flexed his power over me all the same.
“Take those panties off,” he ordered.
My body moved on its own, no approval from my mind. I slipped my fingers beneath the band of fabric covering my hips and began to drag the panties down.
His voice was firm, but not harsh. “Slow.”
I complied, keeping my hooded gaze locked on his as I bent at the waist, pushed the underwear to my ankles, and stepped out of it. Although I wasn’t cold, goosebumps blossomed on my skin. Power stirred between us, swirling like the eye of a hurricane.
Greg’s tongue darted out to wet his lips as he stared at my naked flesh, eyeing me like the perfect cut of meat. Anyone else, it might have felt lewd, but not him. His unadulterated desire was a powerful aphrodisiac.
Since I understood the game now, I went in for the kill. I closed the space between us, threaded a hand through his thick hair, and lifted my leg, pulling his lips to where my body was hot and slick. His eyes went wide and then closed, happy to fulfill my request.
I hooked one leg over his shoulder.
My knee threatened to buckle at the first swipe of his tongue, and the grunt he gave was erotic. I held my tenuous balance as he stroked and massaged my clit with his velvet tongue, giving me the most intimate of kisses. The scene played out before me. His head was right beside the black band at the top of my thigh-high stocking, his mouth moving over my bare, pink skin.
I don’t know how long I stayed like that, rocking against his face while he fucked me with his tongue, only that it was impossible to hold the position for long. My supporting foot ached in the shoe and wobbled in the stiletto. I dropped down, sliding until I was seated in his lap, and crushed my mouth to his, wet with the taste of me.
“Dr. Lowe,” I murmured between kisses, trailing more along his strong jaw, and buried my mouth into the side of his neck. “I want you.” I said it the exact same way I’d have told him I needed him, but I was desperate to be a good girl and play my role of seductress.
“Take off your bra,” he said between two labored breaths. “Slow. Like I’d do it.”
I lengthened my spine, sitting upright on him, and twisted my hands behind my back, searching for the clasp. As I undid the two hooks, he watched me with a heavy stare. He was so close, his warm, hard breath washed over my skin, teasing. Was this the only touch I was going to get from him tonight?
The bra slid away from my body, releasing my breasts, and I dropped it delicately on the floor. It cost more than my last paycheck, after all. Greg tipped his forehead toward me, letting it rest against my collarbone, and I arched instinctively into him. The whiskers of his beard pressed in the valley between my breasts, and—good God—it felt so good when I moved, rubbing my heavy, tingling skin against his face.
He sighed, and the beautiful sound reverberated through my core. “Fuck,” he said, long and low.
Between my parted legs, I felt the swell of his hardening dick, and I swiveled on him, grinding against what I wanted inside me. The chair beneath us creaked, but not from my movement—it was his tight grip on the wood.
I couldn’t stop the smile that spread across my face. “You want to touch me?”
“I shouldn’t.”
I got the impression his strained tone wasn’t acting. He wanted to stay in his role, but his own rule was hard for him to follow.
“Please?” I whisper-moaned, shifting on him again.
He groaned, and then his body solidified. “No. On your knees.”
I exhaled loudly, punched with a new wave of lust. His order injected me with desire. I slid down out of his lap like he’d poured me off him and buried my knees into the plush rug. I stroked my hands over the smooth wool covering his thighs spread on either side of my shoulders and blinked my sultry eyes up at him.