87. Hannah

EIGHTY-SEVEN

My heart is racing.

I was almost certain he called me in here for sex, was prepared for it. But I should know better. I'm never prepared for Maddox.

My legs feel unsteady as I stand. "Where would you like me, Mr. Lovelace?"

A low sound comes out of his chest.

He looks how he always does in the office. Button-down shirt tucked into nice pants. No tie. Sleeves rolled up. But with the way he's stalking toward me, he looks like someone else.

"On the desk, Miss Utley." His command lacks volume, not intensity.

I back away from him until my butt bumps into the front edge of his desk.

A glance behind me shows that he's already cleared off the surface.

Such a clever boy.

I reach my hands down to boost myself up, but I'm not fast enough for Maddox.

He hooks his hands under my arms and lifts me until I'm sitting on his desk.

The loose skirt of my dress allows me to spread my knees, and Maddox steps between my thighs.

"About those projections…" I whisper, well aware we need to be very quiet.

Maddox presses his hand to my chest, his warm palm against my flushed skin. "It's gonna be a hard start." He slides his hand up until he's gently holding the front of my throat. "And we'll have to stay under the radar." His other hand starts at my knee, sliding up underneath my dress. "But, it'll probably go quick."

I lean forward. Just a little. But it's enough to put a little pressure on my throat.

And I like it.

Maddox had been looking down at his hand under my dress, but the moan I tried to stifle must have vibrated against his palm, because his eyes snap up to mine.

"You're a bad girl, Miss Utley." A finger traces over my panties, right over my slit. "Should we find out how bad?"

Holy Jesus.

I nod. And my chin automatically lifts for a kiss.

Maddox leans down, his mouth an inch away from mine. "No kissing. Or else your lips will get all swollen and red, and everyone will know."

His lips brush against mine with every word, then he pulls back.

And kneels down.

"Lie back." His whisper sends a shiver racing down my spine straight to my clit.

Doing as I'm told, I lower myself until I'm lying back across the desk.

Maddox grips my legs and adjusts them until they're settled over his shoulders. Then, with his arms hooked up and around my thighs, he pulls me to the edge of the desk.

My skirt is yanked up, and he leaves it bunched on top of my stomach.

I expect him to tell me to lift my hips so he can pull my underwear off, but he tugs them aside, keeping them on while exposing my core.

"Hmm, what's this, Miss Utley?" I can feel his exhaled words against my bare flesh.

He slides his finger against my entrance, up the length of me, and I press a hand over my mouth to keep from gasping out loud.

"Did you come into your boss's office with a dripping pussy?" He drags his finger back down. "Does that seem like good behavior or bad behavior?"

Without waiting for an answer, Maddox closes his mouth over my clit and sucks.

My back arches, and my feet hook together behind Maddox's head while I try not to make a sound.

I close my eyes, and I drop my arm across my face.

Maddox doesn't stop.

His tongue works up and down my slit, pushing deeper and deeper until he's licking inside me.

Pressure is applied to my clit, and I imagine it's his thumb pressing against me.

I want to scream. I want to rip all the clothes from my body.

I want —

A finger pushes into me, and I clench.

Maddox moans against me.

His tongue licks again. And again.

Heat fills my limbs, and I feel the need to release rapidly building inside me.

He pushes his finger deeper and closes his lips around my clit.

Maddox sucks on the little bundle of nerves as the tip of his tongue rubs it.

"M—" I drop my hand from my mouth. "Mr. Lovelace, I'm so close." My words are soft pants into the silent room.

His lips release my clit so he can flatten his tongue against me for one last swipe.

Maddox shifts, and I unhook my feet from around his neck as I lift my arm over my eyes.

Big hands grip the back of my knees, and he pushes them up, keeping me exposed and making room for him to stand.

I hook my hands behind my knees to keep them up.

Maddox pulls a silk handkerchief out of his pocket and rubs it across his mouth and chin before dropping it on the desk next to my hip.

No way should that be so sexy.

With his eyes on mine, he undoes his belt and pants, slowly and quietly lowering the zipper.

When he gets his cock out, I let my eyes drop.

Even his dick is handsome.

Gripping the base of his dick in one hand, Maddox pulls my panties to the side again.

"I'm going to put my cock in you now, Miss Utley. Are you ready?"

I blink, wanting to watch him during this part, and whisper, "I'm ready for you, Mr. Lovelace."