My (Mostly) Secret Baby - Penelope Bloom Page 0,5

seemed fitting that I was about to hate fuck a stranger in a random conference room.

“I hope you have a rubber, or you’re not going near me with that.”

I realized I still didn’t even know his name as he lazily produced a wrapper from his jacket pocket. Charming. I knew I was really scraping the bottom of the barrel when the guy I was about to let inside me was carrying around a personal supply of condoms.

Then again, when you looked like Mr. Suit, having a supply of condoms probably made as much sense as carrying an umbrella around in London.

I braced for him to jam himself unceremoniously into me, but instead I felt both his palms on my ass. I turned to see what he was doing just in time to catch him crouching down behind me and yanking my panties down.

My eyes went wide as he pressed his mouth between my legs and started to kiss and lick the ever-living hell out of me. I tried and failed to dig my fingers into the wall for support. I ended up biting down on my knuckles to stop from moaning in a way I knew would plaster a satisfied smirk on his stupid face.

Yeah. It felt amazing. It was kinda like he was taking his anger out… on my pussy… with his tongue. I mean, if this was the way he vented his frustrations, I guess I could imagine some kind of arrangement where I volunteer to be his punching bag. Especially if the punches would always be delivered by his tongue.

Still, I mustered up the power to stay silent. Every moment I didn’t make a sound only seemed to enrage him further. He slid a hand around and started drawing glorious little circles around my clit, but I only bit down harder on my knuckles.

I was the silent night. I was one of those royal guards who didn’t flinch. I was… Well, I was in heaven, but it was the devil himself dragging me there, and I was pretty sure you were doing something wrong if the devil took you to heaven.

He made a frustrated sound that vibrated straight into me, stood, and fumbled with something. A moment later, I felt the warm silky pressure of his length sliding between my legs. He took my hands—which also meant removing one of my weapons of silence—and pressed them one on top of the other over my head. With one hand, he held them firmly in place. With the other, he gripped my ass.

Now, I wasn’t about to go making claims like the way he felt inside me was the best thing I’d ever experienced. I wasn’t going to say it was like somebody mixed together the thrill of a rollercoaster, the butterflies of a first kiss, fireworks, and eating fresh baked brownies into a syringe and injected it directly into my veins. No. I definitely wasn’t going to say a word of that. I’d just think it in the privacy of my own damn mind, because wow.

My whole body shook as he gripped my wrists and my hip, gliding into me and stretching me in a way that made me feel like I should probably spend the next few years bowing my head in church and begging forgiveness. Because if I’d learned anything from my forced stay in Sunday school as a kid, it was if anything felt this good, it was one hundred percent a sin.

I clamped my teeth together, bracing against the determined thrusts from Mr. Suit behind me. It was almost exactly like I’d imagined. Him frustrated and determined while I was stony faced and unaffected by his efforts. Except he was breathing heavy now and there was nothing stony about the lust-filled heaviness of his eyes.

And I realized with sudden horror that an orgasm was rapidly rising inside me and threatening to explode. All over him. All over my idea that the reason I couldn’t get off with a guy was just that the right one hadn’t come along—that Mr. Perfect’s penis would be the secret key to my pleasure.

This was all wrong.

I lost concentration just long enough for the fated words to slip from my lips. “Yes, oh God, yes.” Shit. I couldn’t even press a hand to my mouth because he was pinning them. I felt him tense, and from the way his grip went tight, I realized he had finished inside me. Thank God I insisted on a condom.

He pulled himself out,