Sir.” Heading over to the desk, I pushed my keyboard away and had a flash of gratitude for the sales guy who’d talked me into the monstrosity. There was plenty of room for work and fucking on the huge desk and no matter what Tristan did to me, I wasn’t going to go crashing to the floor.
I turned my head to watch his face as I sat down on the edge of the desk and leaned back slightly. When he nodded, I continued down until I was staring up at the ceiling with the balls of my feet balanced on the edge.
We were down to about three options…
Tristan took his time walking over. I had a feeling he liked watching me squirm and just the feeling of tension that built up in the room. By the time he made his way over to the desk, I was shaking and so slick I knew he had to be able to smell my desire.
As his hands caressed me just inches from my erection and then slowly up toward my knees, I closed my eyes and forced out a long breath. Tristan was in charge and all I had to do was submit and relax. Just repeating the words in my head had my submission flooding to the surface.
Tension started fading away and all that was left was desire and anticipation.
“That’s my good omega. Who does your body belong to?” The words were hard to focus on as his hands stroked down the outside of my thighs. When he got to the waistband of my sweats and started easing them down my legs, I forced the words out, worried he would stop.
“You…” I sucked in a breath to attempt to clear my head, but it didn’t work. “You…belong to…yes…”
I was naked.
Well, kind of naked. I still had my shirt on, but the most important parts necessary to obtain an orgasm were now on display.
As Tristan tossed my sweats to the floor, he spread my legs wider. One hand started stroking my legs again, but the other seemed to be opening the desk drawers.
“Oh yes, here it is.” The excitement in his voice had my brain whirling.
What was he…
Ohhh…
“This was one of the first stories I read from your dirty alter ego.” Smooth wood trailed down the inside of my thigh. “I couldn’t get the image out of my head. The needy omega boss. The commanding alpha Dom client. The wicked assistant who watched from the doorway. It could have been cliché, but it was so hot.”
I felt my face heating as well as everything else.
The images in my head were so real I could almost walk through the fictional room and feel the desire and passion that radiated from them and the dirty anxiety that the assistant had felt as he’d secretly watched them.
I’d written the entire book over about three days with almost no sleep, but it was one of my favorites.
When the hilt of the letter opener reached my slick entrance, I couldn’t hold back the moan that hit me. I knew what was going to happen and that just made it even better.
Tristan gave a dirty, sexy chuckle and put just enough pressure that the long, tapered handle inched into me. “I knew this would be in your drawer the first time I saw your desk.”
’Cause I’d written that scene with this desk in mind.
He slowly slid the handle in and out of me. “You even had the letter opener in the exact same place.”
Groaning, I clenched down on the handle and frantically tried to figure out what to say to make him go faster. “Please…”
I wasn’t terribly creative at that moment, but it worked in my favor because his pace slowly increased as I moaned. My fingernails were digging into the wood by the time he had the entire handle in me.
“We’re going to do this again after I find a bigger handle to fuck you with. This one isn’t stretching you quite enough.” The dirty images his words inspired were nothing compared to the feelings that rushed through me as he placed a kiss right next to my aching hole.
It might not be wide, but it was hitting all the right spots as he made me shake and whine. It was all I could do to hold back as he nudged my gland with each careful stroke.
“Your pretty cock is just aching, isn’t it? I don’t think you need attention on that, though.” His words were trying to