“I know,” he sighed as he nuzzled my neck, uncharacteristically cuddly, considering he was…well…Damien. “I’m awful, aren’t I?”
“I would never say such a thing,” and I slipped my hand between our bodies and rubbed firmly over the growing mountain in his slacks. My jaw already aching from the work it was going to have to do. I loved it, these stolen moments. These rare pieces of time where Damien let me distract him at work.
“Do you know what you need, Damien?” I asked as I slid to the floor and rested my chin on his thigh, looking up at his deep brown eyes, almost black with wanting.
“What do I need, Amelia?”
I slid my hand up to the zipper of his slacks, and as I pulled it down, freeing the entire hard, throbbing length of him, I heard Ash pull the door closed, and heard the lock click tight before his footsteps came back to where we were at the desk. I hoped Ash wanted to play too. I liked it when he held my hair back while I worked on Damien. I was rewarded when Damien slid his chair further away from the desk to make room for both of our bodies, and Ash sat on the edge of the desk, hands rubbing my shoulders and neck, then down to my breasts and back up to my hair, lifting it away from my neck. I turned and smiled at him, then I looked up at Damien again, anxious to have him in my mouth and at my mercy.
“You need a break.”
About the Author
Remi Richland is the author of the Little Black Book Club Series and writes steamy, toe-curling-look behind you to see if anyone is reading over your shoulder-erotic romance. When not writing Remi is usually reading, crafting, or running incredibly short distances at an unreasonably slow pace.
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Also by Remi Richland
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