CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

He showed up twenty minutes later, on the dot. Stephanie let him in, a crease between her brows. She was probably wondering why I had a trail of men who looked vaguely like each other going in and out of my office.

Caden looked like a million dollars in dress pants and a white button up, open at the collar. I ushered him inside and locked the door, hitting the button to lower the shades.

His cobalt eyes glittered, not unlike his father’s. Anger simmered as my fingers moved down the buttons of my blouse.

“Couldn’t wait?” His brow crooked.

“It’s complicated.”

My blouse fell to the ground, and he picked me up, shoving my skirt over my ass and yanking my panties down, and set me on the desk. I pushed my laptop aside and spread my legs.

“Don’t be too loud,” he murmured, kissing up the side of my neck.

“Why?” I gasped, reckless for the first time in forever. “Who cares if I get laid in my office? I’m the chief operating officer; what are they going to do to me?”

He smiled against my throat. “I like it.”

He reached between us and unfastened his belt, lowering the front of his pants. He was hard and gorgeous, pierced and ready to slide into me and scratch that itch. I pushed my hips close hungrily, running a hand over his shoulders.

“You know, you’d look good with a buzz cut,” I panted, dragging my nails through his hair. “You’ve got such a good face; your hair kind of takes away from it.”

“Oh yeah?” He laughed, spitting into his hand and rubbing it over my pussy.

“Better do it if that’s what I want,” I teased.

He gripped my thigh and yanked me down onto his cock. Pain split through my hips as my brain went blank. Euphoria followed the discomfort as I adjusted to his hard, veined length. His lids drooped, eyes flooding with lust.

“Fuck me, that first thrust is always so good,” he murmured.

I worked my hips. “So good,” I breathed.

He braced his hand on the desk, bending me back slowly until I was flush against the desk. His face and broad chest, half covered in a white shirt, filled my vision.

“I don’t care if you run this empire,” he said quietly. “When my cock is in you, you’re nothing but my whore.”

He pumped his hips once, stroking the piercing over my G-spot, making my eyes roll back in my head and an undignified whine slip out. He lifted my leg and slapped my thigh. Pain splintered beneath his hand, and my pussy ached.

“God, you’re just the worst,” I gasped.

“You wanted disrespected, I’ll give you fucking disrespected,” he said, leaning in. His fingers pressed my lips apart so he could spit onto my tongue. Obediently, I swallowed. “I’m going to fuck your pussy and come down your throat.”

“Don’t ruin my makeup,” I begged.

He pulled out and flipped me, bending me over the desk in front of him and spreading my thighs with his knees.

“I won’t ruin your makeup,” he said, shoving his cock into me. “Can’t make any promises about your pussy, though.”

He fucked me in the most deliciously disrespectful way. Hand on the nape of my neck, keeping my head down. Other hand on the desk so he could brace himself and slam into me again and again. At some point, the friction of my clit and piercing against the desk sent me over the edge.

Shaking hard, I came, biting my mouth until I tasted blood to keep quiet.

He slapped my ass, the sound like a whip cracking. Then, he pulled out, right when I was about to tap out, and sank down into my chair, but not before locking the wheels. His hand snagged my wrist, yanking me into his lap.

“Sit on my cock, butterfly,” he panted, midnight blue eyes burning.

For some reason, that name didn’t bother me this time. Obediently, I climbed into his lap and reached between us to grip his hot length. Our eyes met as I sank down onto it, wincing. His hips worked, getting me acclimated to taking him from this angle.

“Ride me,” he ordered.

My nails pierced his chest through his shirt. His eyes glittered and his lips parted. Sweat etched down his chest, catching in the dark hair between his pecs, leaving glittering trails down his tattoos.

His big, lean hands gripped by hips, guiding me as I began shifting gently back and forth. I didn’t want to admit it, not even to myself, but I didn’t really know what I was doing on top. I’d done this once, maybe twice, and that was years ago.

“Feeling okay?” he murmured.

“Yes,” I gasped. “You’re just big…but don’t get cocky about it. It’s a lot.”

The corner of his mouth jerked up. “I’d rather not hurt you. But I like seeing you struggle to take it.”

My pace quickened and he groaned, his fingers clenching on my hips. It hurt, but not much. His fingers slid down between us and found my clit, stroking it with his thumb.

“Come for me,” he breathed. “It’ll give you more room.”

I was so turned on, it wouldn’t take much. He slid his other hand up and pulled my bra down around my waist. My breasts fell out and his lids dropped. He had that clouded expression he got when we fucked. Heavy lids over lust drenched eyes. His lips parted, showing a sliver of bottom teeth. He leaned in, still playing with my clit, and caught my nipple in his mouth.

“Oh God,” I whispered, burying my hand in his hair.

His hips rose and fell, fucking up into me. My orgasm sparked, growing and tightening in my core as he moved me closer and closer. My head fell back. Heat surged down my spine and thighs. My toes curled.

He sucked my nipple, grazing it with his teeth.

I came, so hard that all I could do was shake in his lap, helpless. He groaned, keeping the same pace until the last bits of pleasure were wrung from me. Then, he lifted me off his cock, and I sank to the ground at his feet.

He shifted to the edge of the chair. “Come close,” he ordered.

I obeyed, head empty. He slid his hand under my jaw and guided my head into his lap. In my heels, my toes curled. There was something so deliciously degrading about letting him fuck my mouth in my own office. I parted my lips, and he slid into my mouth, tasting slightly sweet and salty, like lust. His other hand gathered my hair in his fist.

He pushed, and I gagged.

“All the way for me, butterfly,” he breathed.

He pressed his hips in, and the head touched my throat and I gagged again. Instead of easing up, his hand slid down my throat, gently caressing it, distracting me from the sensation of having his cock forced into such a sensitive part of me.

“Breathe through your nose,” he murmured. “Relax your throat for me.”

I obeyed, and he groaned softly, fingers stroking over my neck. Everything in me fought the intrusion, but he just kept going, making my head spin.

“Swallow,” he ordered.

Had he finished already? Confused, I swallowed, and my gag reflexes flared as the head of his pierced cock touched the back of my throat.

“Go on,” he said, voice hushed. “A little more for me, sweetheart.”

I swallowed again, fighting to stay relaxed as he went deep.

“I’m going to fuck your throat,” he said, his voice low and gentle. “Hit my leg if you need out.”

I couldn’t respond, not even to nod. But I didn’t want out; I wanted to stay on my knees and let him use me like his own personal sex toy. So I just moaned, and he gasped, his hips working gently, fucking with short strokes.

His phone buzzed on the desk. And to my horror, he picked it up and put it to his ear.

“Lukas,” he said, his breathing suddenly even. “Is this about the meeting?”

Heart pounding like a drum, I stayed perfectly still with my eyes locked on him, his cock halfway down my throat. He ran his fingers through my hair, taking care not to mess it up. The side of his knuckles stroked my cheek.

God, this was wrong. I wasn’t even sure if I recognized myself anymore. Old me would have never done anything so scandalous.

“I’m not sure why she didn’t pick up,” Caden drawled. “I’m not with her. I assume she’s in her office, as we have a meeting in a few minutes.”

His hips adjusted, fucking me with tiny strokes. I gagged, and saliva slipped from the corners of my mouth. His hand closed on the back of my head, keeping my face in his lap.

“That’s fine, we can push the meeting fifteen minutes,” he said.

There was another silence.

“Merrick said he was already there,” he said. “Alright, that’s fine. Same place as usual works. See you then.”

He hung up, tossing the phone aside. I sent him an inquiring look, but he shook his head. He was so hard in my mouth, I could feel the throb of his heartbeat.

“Suck,” he said, his voice firm.

My pussy throbbed; my nipples ached. Obediently, I started sucking him, curling my tongue along his length as I went. His hand slid back under my chin, and I wondered if he could feel his cock through my throat. But I didn’t have time to dwell on that, because his thighs stiffened.

“Fuck, butterfly,” he breathed. “Take all of me.”

He spilled into my mouth and down my throat, salty and tasting like Caden. My hand dug into his legs as I let him come, sucking him gently through his pleasure. Finally, his body relaxed, and he pulled me back, letting me sit on my heels.

I looked up at him, waiting.

He leaned in and kissed my mouth. “That’s my girl.”