Page 35 of Empire of Lust

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Page 35 of Empire of Lust

I won’t make it the rest of the night without touching her and breathing her sweet scent into my lungs. The hours spent apart are like a knife to the chest, and that only makes me want her more. She is the only thing that can ease the pain.

I pour myself a drink while waiting and enjoy the first sip of scotch, letting it warm me from the inside out. It isn’t long before soft footsteps ring out down the hall. She might as well be running, and all because of a text. Only we know the truth. That it’s me she belongs to, that she’s rushing to. Nobody else.

Rounding the doorway, her perfectly pouty mouth pops open like she’s about to ask a question. I hold a finger to my lips, and she snaps it shut. So eager to do as she’s told. My cock hardens.

“Close the door and lock it,” I order.

She twists the lock into place while I return to my desk and place my glass on the surface.

“Come here now,” I murmur, and as she joins me, I take in her simple black dress and sweater. She’s covered from tits to knees, so I can’t accuse her of tempting a lowlife intern with her body.

Her gaze fills with apprehension. She does not know my irritability has to do with my desire for her and the fact that she was gone for so long. “What’s wrong?” she finally whispers as she sets her purse down. “Is Tatum okay?”

I wish she wouldn’t bring her up at a time like this. “What took you so long to get home?”

Her eyelids flutter. “There was traffic.”

“So you weren’t hanging out with your coworkers?” Before she can take a breath, my hand is skimming halfway up her dress. “Or flirting with some intern who only wishes he could do this to you?”

The sweetest sigh falls from her lips, and she presses against the desk when her legs go weak. Power fills every cell in my body. This is what my touch does to her. She’s melting like butter in a hot pan. Only I can do this to her. Nobody else, and I won’t let her forget it.

I work the fabric up around her waist before setting her on the edge of the desk, then I move between her thighs. Fuck, she is so beautiful and ready for me. I move her white panties to the side with my fingers and am greeted with a flood of arousal. She’s drenched, her bare pussy glistening. The juices coat her lips, and my mouth waters. I trace the seam of her pretty pussy, wanting to taste her. I need to touch her. I’m fucking gone for this woman.

“Have you been thinking about giving this pussy to anybody else?” I whisper, savoring her gasp when I slide a finger deep inside her silky heat. Her cunt grips it, greedy for more.

“No.” She sighs.

Such a fucking pretty pussy. I can’t help it. I add a second finger, stretching her tight channel. Her helpless moans are like music washing over me. She fights to hold them back, her lips pressing together to hide her pleasure.

“None of those little boys in the office?”

“Never.” Her head falls back, and her chest heaves. “Never.”

“You’re fucking right. Because this belongs to me. You belong to me.” Her pussy is dripping, her arousal coating my hand.

“Yes. I do.” I’m not sure if she knows what she’s saying. She’s too deep in what she’s feeling. It’s her pussy doing the talking.

It doesn’t mean she’s wrong. She’s mine.

Her pussy rocks to meet my strokes. “Oh… Callum…”

“Shh.” Leaning over her, I press my palm to her mouth while I continue to finger-fuck her with the other. “You don’t want anybody to know our little secret, do you?”

Giving her head a light shake, her eyes bulge a moment before they roll back. All I can do is smile. She’s under my complete control. I know what she needs. She needs a man to dominate her. Nothing gets her wetter than being told what to do and how to do it. She seems to like it best when I take away her choices and force her to accept what I’m offering. She fucking loves it. No wonder she’s always been drawn to me.

The way I’ve been drawn to her.

“Come on my fingers,” I whisper, running my tongue over the sensitive flesh below her ear. “Get them good and wet so I can lick them clean.”

She lets out a pitiful whimper, jerking her hips faster. Chasing her high, working herself closer and closer to the edge. I can feel her tightening around me, and I wish like hell my cock was inside of her right now, getting ready to feel her explode.

“Fuck, your pussy is so tight. My cock is envious of my fingers right now.” I work my fingers faster and harder, rubbing that sweet spot and scissoring the digits.

“Boss?”

Fuck.My heart lurches in my chest, and I go still. Romero, of all the fucking times. My fingers are still inside her, gripped by her clenching muscles. She was so close. “Yeah?” I grunt.

The knob rattles. “What’s going on? I have those names you wanted.”




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