Series: Werewolves of Wall Street Series by Renee Rose
Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 73722 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 369(@200wpm)___ 295(@250wpm)___ 246(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73722 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 369(@200wpm)___ 295(@250wpm)___ 246(@300wpm)
Or maybe that’s what she wants.
That idea makes my dick so hard I have to stay in my chair and watch while she sashays around the office. I can’t even see straight, I'm so wound up. I’ve been that way since the kiss Friday night. I’m barely functional.
I stay in my office all day, avoiding getting too close to her.
That apparently pisses her off because she makes excuse after excuse to barge in, bring me things, leaning over my desk to give me excruciating views of her cleavage.
Finally, I can’t take it any more.
“Ms. Evans.” My voice is dangerous and low. “What are you doing in here?” I get up and stalk around my desk. I’m all predator right now, and she’s definitely my prey. No chance I’m leaving this office without tearing into her. Or sinking into her.
“What do you mean, sir?” Mock innocence.
She definitely wants it.
My gaze drops to her cleavage. “I told you not to wear these dresses.” I back her against the desk, getting far too close. Way up into her personal space. I glare down at the valley between her breasts.
She has the audacity to trace the inside window with her fingernail–still painted brick red from the ball. Slowly. Caressingly. Then she stops in the center and slides her finger down between her beautiful mounds.
I can’t stop myself. Fighting back my wolf’s need to conquer is an impossibility. And we’re alone here. The closest person is a floor away.
I snatch her wrist and bend her arm behind her back, turning her face down over the table. My other hand claps down on her ass before I can stop myself. Hard and firm. And then it stays there, my fingers tightening in a slow squeeze.
Her gasp still rings in my ears, but when she speaks it’s with the same silky voice she always uses. “I don’t recall this reprimand outlined in the employee handbook.”
“You’re still running that pretty little mouth, hmm?”
“Mmm. What’s the punishment for that?”
I want to spank her some more, but I don’t trust myself not to be too rough. She’s human. Fragile. Instead, I turn her back around and claim her mouth with a brutal kiss. It’s hard and punishing, my tongue lashing between her lips, my grip on her nape unforgiving. I devour her soft lips, drink in the taste of her. It does nothing to alleviate the throb of my cock pressing against my trousers.
Forcing myself to pull away, I pick her up by the waist and sit her on my desk. My hands slide up her thighs, underneath the silky fabric of her dress. I stop myself before I reach her panties.
What am I doing? This is a lawsuit waiting to happen. Did I just spank an employee? I force myself to request consent.
“You have five seconds to call HR and tell on me.”
She doesn’t move. Her lips are swollen from our kiss, her eyes glassy. “Or?” Now she finally sounds breathless.
“Or I'll finish what I started.” I say it like a threat, but I’m trying to give her an out. It takes all my willpower, but I force myself to release her thighs and take a step back. “Five...four…”
Her eyes hold a challenge. She’s daring me to do this.
She’s not going anywhere.
“Three…two…”
Her lips start to curve at the edges.
“One.” I cup the back of her head and use my other hand at her breast to push her down on the table. It takes me less than two seconds to yank her panties off and then I start feasting. I may be a demanding prick in the office, but I pride myself on being an attentive lover, and I’ve had far too many solo sessions in the shower lately thinking about all the things I want to do to my sassy secretary.
Admittedly, I may not be as nuanced or slow as usual, but I hope what I lack in patience is made up for with passion. I lick her from anus to clit, then take her entire pussy into my mouth, sucking on her labia, swirling my tongue everywhere I can reach. I work my hand inside that window of her dress to fondle her breast while I coax her clit into swelling for me.
She burrows her fingers into my hair, drawing her knees up around my ears and writhing beneath the onslaught of my attention. She’s biting back her cries, keeping her lips closed as her breath sobs in and out.
I continue to lap at her juices, to penetrate her with my tongue. She tastes as good as I imagined.
Better.
The scent of her skin mixes with the aroma of her arousal making my wolf snarl with pleasure. Growl to get inside her. To satisfy her.
To…mark her?
No. That doesn’t make sense. I wouldn’t mark a human. I’m an alpha wolf.
But I don’t care to examine the urge because I’m so close to having all my frustrations relieved. If I could just get her to let go…