Not His to Touch: a Forbidden Virgin, Guardian & Ward Dark Romance

by Piper Trace

  Closing her eyes, she nodded, breathlessly agreeing. “A deal’s a deal, Mr. Hawthorne.”

  He lapped his tongue up the full length of her pussy, once, twice, before adding his finger again to fuck her while his mouth produced magic. The tingling pleasure multiplied and then multiplied again. Feeling as if she was too small in her own skin, she fought the urge to cry out to release the pent up, glorious feelings he was tonguing to life in her.

  Damn, she was almost there already.

  She tried to back off from the precipice, determined to make her side of the deal last as long as she could hold out. She’d never actually tried not to come before, and it seemed to have the opposite effect on her, her pleasure careening headlong toward the euphoric escape of orgasm.

  Staring down at him, her eyes greedily drank in his broad muscular shoulders, his strong back. She wished he would take off his shirt so she could touch his tanned skin and watch his muscles roll and contract as he worked to pleasure her. Pausing, he looked up again, his gorgeous eyes meeting hers.

  “Evangeline, do you have any idea how often I’ve sat across from you at this law firm and thought of fucking you with my fingers while I sucked on your clit?”

  Goddamn, the things this man said.

  His voice was low and sultry. “When I make you come, say my name.”

  Evie nodded as if in a trance, thinking she’d agree to anything as long as he didn’t stop what he was doing to her. “F-ford?” she stammered, realizing she wasn’t clear on his instructions. She’d never called him by his first name before, not to his face.

  “No,” he growled, and pushed a second finger into her without warning, making her gasp. Sucking her clit between his lips, he nuzzled his tongue against the nub while he had it trapped. She gave up holding back on her expressions of pleasure. She was sighing and moaning so much that she almost missed his instructions. “You will call me ‘Mr. Hawthorne’. Now lie back.”

  There was something so wrong about his insisting she call him by his formal name, given he had his fingers buried in her pussy, but it magnified the idea that he was in control, and the thought did things to her. She’d think about it later, dwell on why surrendering her control fueled a raging fire in her. She’d never wanted such things before. Of course she’d never negotiated a deal with a hot billionaire for oral sex before, either.

  The forgotten contracts crinkled noisily under her back as she lowered herself to the table, making the only other sounds in the deserted library besides Ford’s wet kisses and her soft moans. Before closing her eyes again, she noticed the ceiling had upgraded acoustical tiles, making it fancier than a standard office ceiling.

  She’d never even looked up at the library ceiling before. Of course she’d never been on her back on a library table with her legs spread before, whimpering in inevitable ecstasy. Ford was introducing her to all kinds of firsts.

  Without slowing his pumping fingers, he tilted his head, sucking one side of her folds into his mouth entirely, suckling them for a moment before shifting his head to give the other side the same treatment.

  Oh.

  No one had ever done that before. “Please,” she whispered again and she didn’t know if she was begging for mercy from the onslaught of arousal so strong it felt like torment, or begging him to bring on more.

  He stood but didn’t move his face from between her legs, his efforts reaching a feverish rhythm. His long fingers continued to fill her and her pleasure spiked again. Her legs tensed on the arms of the office chair, scooting her slightly away from him. With a growl of displeasure, he wrapped his arms up around her thighs, jerking her back to the edge of the table again to bury his face in her aggressively. This time he settled into an unyielding cadence against her. Short, quick sucks of her clit before allowing a moment of relief as he lapped his strong tongue along her pussy, all the while penetrating her with his fingers.

  She writhed, moaned, and grabbed for the edge of the table to stay pressed against his face.

  Oh fuck. Oh fuck!

  This wasn’t going to be an orgasm, this was going to be an awakening, an act of god.

  He pressed his fingers into her thighs a little too hard and the pain cut through the pleasure, but it didn’t bother her. It was better. “My name,” he commanded. “Say my name when I make you come.” His deep voice vibrated against her and her body responded instantly.

  The orgasm slammed through her like a tidal wave. “Oh god, Mr. Hawthorne. I’m coming. Mr. Hawthorne, it’s so good. Oh…oh…” Her cries trailed off as she surrendered her mind to the oblivion until there was nothing but the rapture. Wave after wave of it. Nothing to think about. Nothing but what he’d made her do, made her feel.

  He held her legs until she stilled. As she slowly returned to reality, she clamped her lips closed, realizing she was continuing to whisper his name over and over again like an incantation.

  He untangled his arms to sit back as she righted herself unsteadily. His face glistened with the wetness from her excitement and without blinking he used the sleeve of his custom shirt to clean his beautiful face.

  Even that pricey, custom shirt was disposable to him. Deep in her mind, a small voice warned her she was no different. But she was not thinking about that. Not thinking at all.

  Rather than awkwardness descending as it easily could have at that moment, she met his eyes and something passed between them in the charged air. There was an intensity in his stare and neither of them spoke. The echoes of her cries in orgasm seemed to reverberate like living memories in the shadows of the somber legal books around them.

  Was it like this for him all the time? Was this what went on behind the blacked-out windows of the limos? Or was this different for him too? Better?

  From the look in his eyes, one thing Evie was sure of was that he’d enjoyed doing what he’d done to her. And so had she.

  Maybe she should just quit her job and fuck Ford all day. She didn’t need to eat, right?

  “Wow,” she finally managed, making him smile. He wasn’t kidding. Best orgasm of her life.

  “If your response is any indication, I’m guessing I delivered the satisfaction I promised, love. Now stand up. My turn.” He pursed his lips into that cocky smile that showcased his dimples and always made her panties a bit wet. If she’d been wearing any. In that gravelly, bedroom voice of his, he added, “I know exactly what I’m going to do to your mouth.”

  A wide and wicked grin stole across her face and she looked down quickly, trying to hide it. She had no idea what he had in store for her, but the truth was she was ready to perform any lewd act this man could come up with in his sinful imagination.

  She was usually more hesitant than that. Maybe she was losing her mind. Maybe the stress of the last six months, coupled with no sexual relief, had finally caused her to go crazy. But whatever it was, she was ready at that moment, with no commitment from either of them, to be Ford’s whore. And that didn’t sound the least bit bad or degrading to her.

  Actually, it felt empowered. She was doing what felt good to her and fuck everyone else. It felt filthy and wild and all the things a smart, responsible girl should never be.

  And Ford’s slut was exactly what she wanted to be at that moment as she sat with her naked ass on the wet and ruined contract documents that John had reviewed earlier that day, adding only grammar-picking comments and no compliments on Evie’s hard work.

  No. In this moment she wasn’t worrying, for once, about her long-term plan, the consequences, or the investment versus the reward. In fact, she could think of nothing else but doing whatever Ford wanted as long as it would get him to do that to her again.

  But, despite her enthusiasm, something nagged at her. She was playing with fire.

  I. Don’t. Care.

  She wanted to burn and burn and burn, until all of her stress and worries were reduced to ashes, and everything left simply felt good.

  He helped her off the table and she stood on shaking legs, smoothing her skirt
back down as she studied his handsome face. He’d been confident enough to guarantee her satisfaction and now she knew why. Cupping her jaw in his hand, he smoothed his thumb over her bottom lip.

  “In all my years in business I’ve made deals that have netted me billions, but I think this may be the best deal I’ve ever struck.” He smiled and gripped her close, letting his hand trail down to her lower back and pulling her against him. For a moment, she thought he was going to kiss her—thought she might die if he didn’t—but instead he spoke softly, his eyes locked to hers. “Kneel down and take me in your mouth.”

  Her lips parted and her still-sensitive core twanged with pleasure at his bald demand. She’d expected something like this but it still shocked her when it came. He didn’t mince words. And where her first thought perhaps could have been shock, to her surprise, it wasn’t. Her first thought instead was how much she wanted to do exactly what he demanded. She clenched the muscles in her well-serviced pussy realizing she still wasn’t done enjoying him.

  “Okay, Mr. Hawthorne,” she whispered, and she knelt.

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