live it before it even happens. It’s a skill that will let you go far in life. But it’s also something that will hinder you from truly living. If everything is always planned, then you will miss out on some of the greatest moments.”
Mila’s eyelashes flitter up from her lap. Her eyes brighten, and her teeth slowly release her lip.
“Like getting fucked on the desk in your boss’s office?”
I grin. “Yes, that’s exactly what I mean.”
My hands grab her neck as she pounces into my body, our lips colliding together like they are meant to be together. Like they can’t function without being pressed together.
Her legs wrap around me as I stand, our lips still attached to each other’s, desperate to never part again. My office is far away from most of the others on this floor other than Mila’s. But I’m not taking any chances. People in my office prefer to storm inside rather than knock before entering. Cole and Abri especially don’t honor boundaries.
I slam her body against the door grabbing her chin to separate us for a second so she can catch her breath, and I can find the lock on my door as quickly as possible.
“I hate being interrupted,” I say against her lips.
“You seem to love my interruptions.”
I growl and nip at her bare neck. “You are the only one who is allowed to interrupt me. In fact, I may make it part of your daily tasks to interrupt me more.”
She bites my lip teasingly, but it draws blood.
I smack her ass in retribution, making her squeal.
“Quiet, baby or the whole office will hear you. I don’t mind, but you might not enjoy the entire office knowing you are fucking your boss.”
She shrugs. “I could care less who hears me. I’m not that close to anyone in the office anyway. You’ve made it impossible with all the stupid errands I’ve been running, Cole and Abri are about the only people I talk to. Cole already thinks we are fucking. And Abri…” She freezes.
I set her down on the edge of my desk, trying to understand what is going on in her head. Fear, regret, loss. Her eyes grow big then small.
Shit.
I kneel in front of her, pleading with her to listen to my truth before she freaks out.
“I’ve never fucked Abri in my office before.”
She stills more if it’s possible. “Why not? Didn’t you build this company together? This was your baby? You can’t tell me you two didn’t fuck in the heat of an argument? Or after winning a new client?”
I sigh. “We did, but not here.”
“Where?”
“A hotel room. Abri didn’t want the other employees to hear us. She was more private than you realize.”
She exhales, but I can tell her mind is still twirling. I kiss the inside of her thigh trying to bring her back to me. I see the chills run up and down her leg as she shivers, but my touch isn’t enough. She needs more words.
“I’ve never fucked you in the same place as Abri.”
“Your apartment?”
“I’ve fucked Abri in my apartment, but not the bed. The bed I bought new after Abri moved out.” I can see the jealousy in her eyes, and I don’t know whether to love her more for it or hate her jealous streak. Instead, I choose to understand her feelings. I would be jealous as hell if she were with another man recently. If she were married before or shared anything special with another man.
“Then I’ll happily be your first,” Mila teases.
“Thank God.” I bury my head between her legs and dig my teeth into the thin, flimsy piece of fabric between her legs to pull her panties down. I grab her pink panties that, of course, match the rest of her outfit and stick them into my pocket.
“I’m getting those back, Knight.”
I laugh before my tongue dives inside her. Unlikely.
She grips my head as I flick, tease and twirl over her sensitive, swollen bud. She responds to every touch like she’s never been touched here before. I love that I’m the only one who has made her come from oral, but it also pisses me off that she hasn’t had this pleasure before. It pisses me off that I’ve let two weeks go by without pulling an orgasm from deep inside her core.
The more I lick, the wetter she gets. The harder she grips my head until she can’t hold on anymore and grabs the desk instead. True to her word, she doesn’t