Mr. Mitchell Billionaires' Club Book 2 - Raylin Marks Page 0,30
handle this shit face-to-face and remind Gregory that his company depended on Mitchell and Associates. Not the other way around.
“A whole box of condoms?” The sexy voice of Avery broke through my thoughts, and I had to look to see if she was really there or if I’d fallen asleep at my desk. “Was there a party down here I wasn’t invited to?”
Avery walked toward me, her full breasts partially hidden by my shirt she still wore, and her perfectly groomed pussy was still on display without her lace panties from our interlude in the theater room.
She walked in front of my chair, pushed my laptop to the side, and brought my face into her hands. “Chained down with work?” she asked, her blue eyes vibrant.
“Just ensuring you had a little catnap after that orgasm,” I said.
“I’m fully rested,” she said, pulling herself up on my desk to sit in front of me.
I ran my hands along the outside of her thighs. Her soft skin was silky smooth and my dick responded to needing more with her. If just the touch of her skin wasn’t enough, she opened her legs and that’s when I saw how wet she was.
“I could fuck you so goddamn hard right now,” I said, my thumb rolling over her inflamed clit. She let out a soft, scratchy moan, and then her darkening eyes met mine. “But this desk is not the most comfortable place for that.”
“You could fuck me on the floor,” she said, biting her bottom lip. “I’ve wanted you ever since you started me off tonight.”
I licked my lips, and I had to taste her kiss again. Fuck me, why can’t I resist this woman? In a slow and fluid motion, I gripped her ass and pulled her closer to me. She ran her hands through my hair when I took one of her full breasts in my mouth. Feeling her nipple rise and harden against my tongue was building me into a desire to do things I didn’t do with women I fucked.
“You’re mine, gorgeous,” I said as I rose up and lifted her off my desk.
She locked her arms around my neck and crossed her legs behind my back, then teased my lips with hers. As I went to take her to the closest room outside of my office, she pulled her lips from mine.
“Fuck me on your desk, Jim,” she ordered.
“I don’t fuck—”
“I won’t let you fuck me any other way,” she said, covering my mouth with her fingers. “If you want me, you’ll do it my way.”
Was this really happening? Did she mandate sex her way or no way? I’d never been told how I was going to have sex with a woman. I just did it, and any woman I’d been with never argued.
“You forgot the part where I told you I controlled the way sex went down,” I reminded her with a partial grin.
Her lips twisted up. “I didn’t forget,” she said. “If you want me, I want it on your desk.”
“Why is that?”
“Because you looked sexier than hell sitting there, and it seems like it would be more than arousing.” She ran her fingers through my hair. “Don’t tell me this is another I don’t do sex that way rule, like your oral confession.”
I pressed my lips against her chin. “I don’t fuck women where I do business.”
She laughed. “Jim, I will let you have a pass on your preferences against oral sex, but I have a fantasy, and it’s you fucking me on your desk. I believe you mentioned something along the lines of when you want something, you don’t stop until you get it? Well, you wanted me.”
“I said that, and I meant that, but I’m calling the shots now. I want you on a bed, not on that goddamn desk.”
“Well, a little insight about me.” She massaged her lips against mine. “When I want something, I fight for it, and I get it.”
I saw fire light up in her eyes, and I was getting more turned on by the second with this woman, once again, taking control over my stubborn ass.
“Really?” I could hear myself concede in the sound of my voice. That’s when I couldn’t handle my aching and throbbing cock being denied her warm pussy any longer. “You win,” I said and guided her back toward my desk.
She promptly went to work in helping me shed my clothing and stopped when she freed my cock. “Fuck me,” she looked up at