After Happily Ever Afte- Astrid Ohletz Page 0,77

she shivered. Then she drove her fingers deep inside her, curling them up, at the same time pinching her nipple hard.

Elena choked out a gasp, pushed a hand between her legs, and rubbed herself frantically. She shuddered, trembled, and slumped her forehead into the glass with a pained groan. “Oh God. That was… Oh, Madeleine, I had to. Couldn’t wait.”

Maddie would never get used to this arousing sight, no matter how many times they’d made love. Elena unable to stop herself. Elena lost. Whimpering. Finally, irrevocably undone. She smiled. “I love it when you do that. Lose control so completely you can’t help yourself.”

Maddie withdrew her fingers, pausing to spread the wetness around Elena’s most intimate flesh until she twitched again.

Turning Elena around to face her, Maddie kissed her deeply. The response was hungry, heated, and arousing.

When they parted, Elena’s mussed hair, smudged lipstick, and bare breast pushed Maddie right to the edge. Her swallow was shaky.

Elena’s smile was cocksure. She trailed a fingertip down Maddie’s neck. “Now then. What to do with you?”

“The desk?” Maddie croaked hopefully, already knowing the answer, as she unbuttoned her jeans.

“Absolutely not.” Elena’s cool gaze raked Maddie’s form as if deciding exactly how to devour her. “How would I ever be able to work if all I could picture was me debauching you all over it?” Pushing a hand inside Maddie’s jeans, she cupped her heat through the boy shorts. “Well, well. Speaking of needy.”

“It’s not like you work a lot on that desk, though,” Maddie protested weakly, as Elena rubbed with determination. Her underwear was soaked through. She was helpless whenever Elena’s fingers got anywhere near her. Maddie couldn’t get enough, and her moans were soon filling the room. Just her touch, combined with the thought that Elena might consider flinging her down on her desk, where she ruled her almost billion-dollar empire… Gah. “Style Sydney’s desk gets most of your attention these days,” Maddie gasped out. “We could just…”

Elena pressed against her clit with unerring accuracy, and oh God, Maddie was about to…

The desk phone started ringing.

Both women froze.

Maddie frowned. She’d been clear to Security about no interruptions.

Elena yanked her hand out of Maddie’s jeans, adjusted her breast back into her dress, and stalked to the desk, irritation sharp in her stride. Wiping her fingers on a tissue, she then stabbed the speaker button. “Yes?”

“Ms Bartell, sorry to bother you, I have Perry Marks here to see you. He says he has urgent business. Shall I send him up?”

“One moment.” Elena stabbed the Hold button. She glanced over at Maddie. A speculative, dangerous look crossed her face. Elena perched on the edge of the desk and leaned back, which pushed her ample breasts hard against red silk. “I suppose I could take you on the desk,” she said as though considering it. “Spread you out, strip you bare. Splay you before me. Then I’d roll up to you in my chair, lick my way up those delightful thighs, and feast on you. Would you like that? Madeleine?”

Oh fuck. Arousal surged through Maddie. Elena loved to do this to her, describe in detail her erotic plans. She searched Elena’s daring expression and came closer. “Y-you mean now? B-but—”

Elena gave her an imperious look. “Well?” She moved in front of her and rubbed the seam of Maddie’s jeans, hard, between her legs. “Would you like that, Madeleine?”

The pressure and positioning were perfect—as Elena well knew given the look in her eyes.

With a sharp, startled cry, Maddie came on the spot. Her knees and thighs trembled as warmth spread through her nerve endings. “You’d actually agree to that?” Maddie gasped out. “Next time, I mean?”

Elena’s smile was equal parts triumph, amusement, and delight. “Of course not. My desk is for work purposes only.”

Maddie groaned. God damn it. Elena could play her like a fiddle. She used her power so perfectly in their sex life, with such precision, it should be a crime. Maddie both hated and loved how well Elena knew her weaknesses and every turn-on. It was arousing, powerful, and probably a little pathetic if she bothered to care, which she absolutely didn’t. Maddie was, quite simply, putty in Elena’s hands, and they both knew it.

Heat flooded her, and only part of it was to do with that magnificent orgasm.

Elena smirked, dropped a kiss on Maddie’s cheek, and then stabbed her phone. Her voice was stern and dry: “Send my global art director up.”

Elena made it into her chair with seconds to spare when