My billionaire fantasies come true. I would report directly to Evan. My naughty sex craved the idea as the heat hit me and my clit throbbed. Talking to Evan, even if it was a serious conversation, got me nice and slick. It wasn’t appropriate timing, but my naughty parts didn’t care about timing.
Evan sat back down at his desk. He heaved a great sigh and looked away from me.
So that was it?
“What about us?” I wanted to ask, but it seemed to pale in comparison to a fight to the death.
I figured he’d given me his answer. He was no longer interested.
I couldn’t blame him. No matter what mood I was in, I should’ve at least told him “Yes.” I’d been a fool for saying no. I couldn’t hang around forever and wait for him to ask me.
Retreating, I didn’t make it to my desk before I heard the buzzing of my phone. Lyndon calling already. The buzzer kept going in jarring staccato like Lyndon was busy pounding it with his fist. There was no way for me to stop it, either. If he called me, that would be a different story, but he preferred to just buzz me and expect me to be at his beck and call, which technically, I was.
How glorious would it be if I could just rip that phone off my desk? I thought about it constantly.
There were still bills to pay, debts to settle, and a future to be bought. I couldn't afford to rip out that phone. At least, not yet. One day, that phone would be mine, and I would hang it from my apartment window from its cord, its insides spilling out onto the street.
Mr. Lyndon sternly waited behind his desk, still stuck to the seat like it had absorbed him. This was the big bad alpha that had ruled the company and the pack for over a hundred years? His eyes lingered down to my longer skirt. Those dull brown eyes flashed crimson again, and I understood how dangerous he was. This man hid power like Evan said.
The energy that emanated from him not only made my skin crawl, but applied a flu-like pressure over my temples. The crimson pulled away as he leaned back in the seat and breathed a long, raspy sigh.
“Come in.”
He wasn’t happy with my change of dress. It was another act of defiance.
I took a step inside. The door began to shut behind me, but when I didn’t hear it shut, I turned back around, and there was Evan, my protector, standing behind me. His presence seemed to fill the room. It all looked a lot brighter and happier with him around.
Heat rushing to my cheeks, I peered up at Evan, wondering what he was doing there and hoping that he wouldn’t do anything foolish. Don’t get me wrong, I was very happy to see him, but I feared that he might schedule the duel for an earlier time. Like now. With me standing between them.
“I need to take Amber,” he said. Not a question. A demand.
Lyndon craned his neck. He twitched. Before he could answer, Evan took my hand, wrapping his fingers around my palm and grasping it tight. The touch sucked all mental focus out of me. He pulled me toward him and away from that monster.
I was powerless to fight it. Evan’s hand on mine? It seemed impossible, too good to be true, but then I remembered that he just wanted me for something work related. This wasn’t romantic. I appreciated him helping me escape Lyndon, but this shouldn’t be confused with anything erotic. An act of kindness isn’t an act of intimacy.
With Evan, I craved intimacy. I acted so weak, like a hopeless girl around him, that sometimes I wanted to scream at myself, “Stop being so pathetic.”
Taken away from Lyndon and through the rows of cubicles, it was all a blur, my focus all on Evan’s massive form parting the way. No one came between us as we headed away from the cubicles and into the hall. They didn’t try. He had this stern, sharp focus to him that meant business.
He pushed open a door to our right and led me inside to a conference room. He shut the door behind us. The round table with its many leather seats were all empty.
“What do you need me for?”
There must have been a reason for him to act so brashly. He remained blocking the door, his eyes honing in on me, keeping me trapped in place. A flash of fiery gold burned around his pupils. His lip began to curve into a wicked, tempting smile that would have any girl bending their knees.
Did I do something wrong? Mess something up?
I really didn’t care too much. Adrenaline went into overdrive. Nerves fired. The heat consumed me. I braced myself to drop to a wet, horny mess on the floor, but hoped that Evan would catch me before that happened.
If I did something wrong, I wouldn’t mind a little punishment. Evan could punish me all he wanted. Maybe spankings were in order.
“I need you. I need all of you,” he said. Possessive, like I’d broken off his leash and he was getting ready to drag me back home, he sternly snatched me by the waist and pressed me against his chest.
A little yelp escaped from me, but then I was sucked free of all air, my lips parting a little, enough for me to graze them with my tongue to get them juicy but not to look like I was begging, either.
Oh, who was I kidding? I was begging. My pussy throbbed. It ached. I was swollen, tender, and craving his touch to go deeper.
He gave me just enough time to ask, “Here?” but before he could answer, he dove in and drove his lips on mine, opening them wide and letting him in to his prize. His tongue touched mine and a bolt of arousal shot from my lips all the way down to my sex. My hands gripped for anything and found fistfuls of his shirt.
Clinging to him, I was powerless against his tongue stroking mine. Each stroke played out in my sex. My naughty, unbridled clit throbbed to the same beat.
Evan pulled his tongue away. Gasping, my fingers letting go, I couldn’t get far before he snapped me back up by handfuls of my ass. He pressed me against him. The full, thick bar of his cock, so hot it could brand me, pressed against my stomach.
I let out another weak whimper. His fingers took me by the chin and pulled me against his lips. As he ravished me again, I frantically grasped for a handful of his suit to keep me stable.
Rubbing his thick thumb over my jawline, he kept my eyes pointed to his “I need to fuck you right now” stare.
“So beautiful,” he said, stroking me slowly. “Do you know how many times I’ve seen you and wanted to do this? When you came into my office to apologize, it took every ounce of willpower not to bend you over my desk and fuck you right there.”
My thighs slowly ground together. It released some of that built-up tension in me, but I was wound tight, nervous bundles wrapping themselves around my stomach to my chest. There was some release. My slick, swollen pussy loved the rubbing, but it needed so much more.
I wanted to ask him, “Is that what you plan to do now?”
My eyes darted to the door.
What was I thinking? He wasn’t going to fuck me here. He couldn’t.
We could lose our jobs.
It would be every naughty fantasy come to life if he did that. But he wouldn’t—
“You’re going on the desk, Amber.”
Evan lifted me up with ease. Holding underneath my ass, those great paws of his were able to take up a lot of floor space. He had plenty to hold onto. I wrapped my legs around him. Shoving away chairs, he lowered me onto the table.
I reached back up for him. He took me by the back of the neck and ravaged me with his forceful tongue, not the only forceful thing of his now, his hands reached for my shoulders and explored.
He threw my shirt off my shoulders. His kissing moved away from my lips and onto a more vulnerable area, my neck, a weak spot of mine. Sucking gently and grazing his tongue across my collar, he worshipped me with that tongue.
I rolled my hips against him, enough where I could get some relief when that plump cock rocked against my clit. I stopped. I didn’t want to feed that lust building inside me. If I kept rocking my hips against his cock, I would need him inside me even more. Enough where I might just let all my barriers down and have him fuck me until I was fired.
“Arms up,” he said. Those ravenous wolf eyes flash
ed again. I obeyed his command, a part of me scared, another part of me nervous, but doing it anyway, because Evan was just that controlling over me.
Evan tore off my shirt. I dropped my hands to my side. I stood in front of him only in my bra and a skirt. My pink, flowery bra was somewhat sheer, which meant that he could see my perky nipples peeking through. I swayed, but he pinned my thighs down. No escape for me now, he was going to go all the way with me.
I turned him down before and had regretted it. I wouldn’t let that happen again.
His tongue curved down to my cleavage, where his fingers were busy caressing and cupping my full, heavy breasts. They needed to be freed desperately. My tits were tender and sore, feeling like they were swollen and needing to bust out of the bra and find their way into Evan’s loving mouth.
“Evan, are you sure?”
“The door’s locked. They’ll only know if we make a lot of noise.” He smirked at me. His fingers inched their way around my waist to my strap. Fingertips resting there, he teased me. That man could really play me.
“I expect to make a lot of noise,” he said.
My legs inadvertently kicked, but he pinned my thighs down again. Unsnapping my bra, he then threw it away and tossed it in the corner of the conference room to revel in the sight. His smug grin got wider, but there was also a moment of stunned appreciation that turned me on.
A girl like me could really get a confidence boost if that was the look she got from Evan, prime specimen of an alpha shifter, every time she took off her bra.
My confidence wavered once he thrust that cock against me again. He raked my thighs in until I was split wide open, my naughty, throbbing sex against his. It was longer, thicker, and harder than I knew a cock could get.
I’ve never been hit by a force quite like hurricane Evan. That cock of his seemed unreal. I hadn’t even touched him yet, only kissed him, but he was that hard already? I figured most men needed more eye candy and physical contact to get up, but Evan seemed primal, the lust took over, so much I almost wanted to tell him to slow down.
There was no stopping him now. He thrust my hips down onto the table, planting me and thrusting my tits in the air. I expected him to savor me slowly, to trace the edge of my nipples, but he sucked my left nipple into his mouth instead. His fingers played with my right, stroking it slowly, then twisting it in motion to his swaying tongue.
“Babe, you’re killing me. You look too damn good when you’re begging me with your eyes like that.”
I hadn’t noticed what type of look I was giving him, but it must’ve been a wide-eyed, dilated pupil, crazy bitch in heat type of stare. Moans began to escape from my trembling lips as he continued to caress and suck my tender tits. He drew my nipple deeper into his mouth. Suctioning in all the way, he swirled his tongue around my tit.
I kicked and squirmed but couldn’t break loose, couldn’t get myself over the edge and into that orgasmic bliss that awaited me. Evan would have to do that. He made it clear that he was in full control.
Whenever I panted too hard, wiggled my ass a little too much, he would place me back so I could experience the brunt of his love.
Evan pulled away from my tits. I arched my back involuntarily, which sent my breasts higher toward his lips.
“I might be going too far, but fuck it. I don’t think I’ve gone far enough.”
He put his hands on the top of my skirt.
“This,” he said, and he curled his hands around the lip for emphasis. “Comes off.” Evan let out a low groan, more like a growl. It reverberating through me, ringing through my core as he threw off the skirt and tossed it in the corner with the rest of my clothes. Now if I needed to get dressed in a rush, I wouldn’t even have that opportunity.
I crossed my ankles to try to hide my bare sex. I seemed too exposed. He was still in his jacket, tie, and pants, which might have been tenting, but he was still covered, while I was there, topless, panting on the table with my sheer, soaked panties on display.
He dropped to his knees. He leaned in. His lips lined up with my sex. Another wicked, carnal jolt thrust its way inside of me. Those tight ropes of tension wound themselves deeper into my skin. I pressed my ankles together so hard that it hurt, but not enough to distract me from that longing ache in my pussy.
Evan spread my thighs open. He shoved himself between them. I got the distinct image of a wolf salivating over a big steak dinner. I knew once he revealed my sex, he would feast on me, and I wouldn’t have a chance at keeping my moans inside. He would break me.
I’d be fired. For sure. No questions about it. They would need the police to pry that tongue off me. I would keep my legs wrapped around his face and hump him until I came, over and over.
I couldn’t let that happen. If he touched me with that tongue on my bare sex, it was over.
Springing free from the table, I jumped for him before he got to me. I took fistfuls of his jacket and dragged him closer.
“We can’t. I’ll be fired.”
“Tomorrow I’ll be your boss. Then it’ll be mandatory for you to moan my name every day.”
“Evan, please, think about it. We’ll be caught.”
He smirked at me. That confident alpha’s smile told me, “Everything will be fine.” Like I was the crazy person. He wouldn’t be the one moaning, screaming at the top of his lungs. Of course he didn’t have a problem with it.
“You get fired and I’ll hire you tomorrow. Right now, I simply must have you, so lay your pretty butt back down and let me make you come like you’ve never come in your life.”
It was a rare evening when someone told me that. I usually took them up on the offer. Letting a smile break in my desperate plea, I knew that was all Evan needed. I surrendered. My back slowly pressed back down onto the table top. My thighs shifted and I grasped my curves in anticipation.
I inhaled the woodsy, manly scent of his musk into my lungs as he stripped me of my panties. I tried to distract myself with the thought of someone showing a client the room and trying to explain the stray panties.
Evan’s heat crossed over my pussy. He let out another low growl, rumbling right next to my velvety lips, plucking at them and giving me a dose of adrenaline, one last writhe before he touched me with his tongue.
He licked me, running from my ass all the way to my clit, in one long, slow, orgasmic lick.
“I don’t mind if you moan. I can tell you want to.” Another long growl rattled me. My clit pulsated, like he was plucking it with his voice.
He nuzzled my clit while his tongue stroked inside of me. His long tongue reached inside my slit, thrusting in me, enough where he had me rocking my hips to grind against his face. Keeping my pleasure secret was an impossible task. I whimpered and cried out in harsh bursts, trying not to arouse any suspicion of what we were doing, but that would prove impossible.
It wasn’t like Evan helped with that, growling like a beast against my slick pussy. I expected him to soon howl and let everyone know there was a wild wolf loose in the office.
He made sure I howled first when he directed his attention all on my clit. He licked it with slow, firm strokes, taking care of that bud until it was blossoming. He sucked it into his lips and pulled gently, plucking at it until he could suckle and swirl his tongue against the most sensitive edges.
“This pussy is already mine. It’s begging for me. So wet and tight, when I’m inside you, your world is going to change.”
Did he have to tease me like that? As soon as he said the words, my tight channel squeezed then tried to suck him in, but he was nowhere to be found. It grasped at air. His tongue lapped up my juices, focused back on my clit and rushed over it, flicking his tongue in rapid motion to my trembling.
“I can’t—you’re going to make me scream,” I warned him. Evan didn’t care. I was positive he wanted to get me fired, maybe save me from my horrible boss for the day until he became my new one.
“Time for you to come.” Was that a threat? Most definitely. He thrust his
tongue against me. He swerved it over my clit, using the flat side of it but stretching it down so he covered my slit as he rubbed me into a frenzy. My shoulder blades pushed off the table and I smacked my lower back against it, but I didn’t care—pain was a far away sensation. The only agony I experienced was not having Evan deeper in me.
As I neared my peak, with perfect timing, Evan pushed his middle finger into me. I let loose, clawing and pounding against the table while moaning for more. He thrust inside me, opening my already stretching pussy as he rubbed delicately against my trigger.
“Evan,” I cried out. Bliss rocketed me into another world of pure ecstasy. He owned my body, controlled it with those lovely sensations coursing through my veins. Mind rocked, I lost track of time, but I could still tell he was swaying against my clit from the vibrations thrumming in my stomach. Below my hips had gone numb from the orgasm.
I dropped back down. Feeling returned to normal. Steamrolled on top of the table now, unable to move, unable to do anything but pant and stare up at the ceiling, relief washed over me when Evan pulled away.
“Evan?” No response. Finding a reserve of energy tucked away in me somewhere, I pushed on my elbows and discovered even more motivation to keep myself up. Evan stood in front of me stripped bare with his cock primed and ready to take me. It became a lot easier to keep myself up on my elbows.
He slipped a condom down the long length of his cock. It smoothed over it, fitting snugly around him, making me think of how snugly my pussy would hug him once he put that thick, throbbing cock inside me. Grasping his balls, filled and surging, he snapped the condom off at the end of his shaft.
I raised him an eyebrow. “You always bring condoms to work?”
He smiled again at me. I thought he might have to be focused to keep such an erection going, but it seemed Evan was more comfortable with an erection than without. “I don’t trust myself completely when I’m around you.”
He’d thought about fucking me before? When? I wanted to know the exact date and time, but he thrust me down, pinning my thighs and spreading me, pulling me to his waiting cock. One last ache and then I was taken.
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