The Boss Crush - Penny Wylder Page 0,30

Dalia digs her heels into my back, releasing my hair, and slamming her hands down on the top of the table.

She nibbles on her bottom lip as I massage her clit, doing everything she can to hold in her scream. But she wants to let it out, I can see it. Her chest expands as she holds her breath and her nails scrape the table top.

Her hips wriggle and buck, almost forcing her to jump off the table. Digging my fingers into the meat of her ass, I hold her in place. My tongue glides in long strokes up her center, moving from clit to entrance and back again.

I can feel her pussy throb against my tongue. Swallowing her flavor, I don't waste a single drop. She tastes too damn good. My cock is painfully hard, begging to be inside her, but this isn't for me. This is for her.

She's rocking her hips faster and faster, grinding against my mouth as devour her like a starving animal. I suck on her clit, rapidly flicking the tip of my tongue in short snaps. This woman is fucking intoxicating.

I've never been more drunk in my life, and all I want is more. I'm fucking greedy, needing more, desiring more, taking more.

Dalia reaches back into my hair, tearing hard as she lets out a moan that's mostly air. Her clit beats in my mouth, pulsing as the orgasm sweeps through her body.

Fixing her panties, I stand up, wiping her orgasm off my lips and licking my fingers clean. “You taste so damn good, you know that? I love the way you taste.”

Her eyes roll forward and she runs both her hands over her head, tugging her hair back against her scalp. “Wow,” she says, her face flush and her breathing heavy. “Where the hell did that come from?”

“I got hungry, and needed a snack,” I answer with a smirk.

“Oh, hey guys.” Dave from accounting comes through the door, and Dalia jumps off the table.

She's feverishly fixing her hair, and clearing her throat like she has something stuck in it. “Hey,” she finally gets out, unable to make eye contact.

“Dave,” I say casually, still wiping her orgasm off my face. “Dalia, the meeting starts in about an hour, bring what you have so far.”

“Wait, today? I thought that wasn't until next week?”

“James called this morning and had to change it.” Balling the napkin, I throw it in the trash, giving her one last smile before I walk out the door.

That smile stays with me. It's there and I feel really fucking good even though I didn't get off.

The meeting starts on time, and I do my best to talk Dalia up. It's important for him to know how much we trust and admire our employees. If we trust them, so can he.

“If you really want to grab everyone's attention, you have to see what our newest design consultant has come up with for you. She's great, seriously, you're going to love what she's done for you.”

“Let's hope so, Mr. Vox.” He plucks a small piece of lint off his suit, rubbing his fingers together to deposit it on the floor as his eyes jump to mine. “Last time I was here, and you tried to get me to endorse your campaign, you came at me with some ridiculous hot air balloon idea.”

“I know, I know, that was ridiculous, and I was reaching for something, trying to force it to work.” Holding up a finger, I lean forward and smile. “But, that was a long time ago, let me assure you, we're not the same company anymore.”

Checking my watch, I'm starting to worry Dalia's getting cold feet.

Sandy's beside me, her eyes set on the door. Her eyes stab the doorway, eager to tear down whatever, or whoever, comes through. There's a pen in her hand, and she's tapping the side of her thumb with it over and over. She seems anxious, edgy, acting like she's been stood up on a date.

Not that I've ever actually seen her date anyone. Sandy's always been too busy with our company. Money, success, that's her significant other. Nothing more.

Even back in school, she was always so obsessed with her image and popularity that she didn't have time for a boyfriend.

What's her deal?

I watch her for a moment, trying to figure out the source of her tension. It can't be Dalia, her work's been better than most of our employees spanning the last three years. And Sandy's been happy with