“Wait,” I said, breathless, sitting up and reaching for him. “Let me try something.” King remained still as I pulled him into me by his belt buckle and finished the job of undoing his trousers. I was aware of the heavy rise and fall of his chest, of his eyes glittering with heat, as I shoved them over his hips and pulled his cock free. I gripped him, licking my lips and looking up to meet his gaze. Without further hesitation, I brought my mouth to his head and licked softly. He felt hot and silky. I loved the feel of him. He let out an agonised groan, and I lowered my mouth onto him, taking him in fully this time. The deep, throaty sound he emitted made me instantly wet as I pressed my thighs together to dull the ache.
“Alexis,” he murmured, his voice strained. “Da…arling.”
I continued to work him with my mouth, my lips sliding wetly along his length, relishing the feeling of complete control. He might have been standing over me, but I held all the power. It was kind of exhilarating. I quickened my pace, and his words grew choppy.
“Take off your top,” he said, face contorted with pleasure, eyes worshipful.
I continued sucking him off as my fingers trailed down my blouse, undoing the buttons one by one. Giving him a show. His breathing accelerated the more skin I revealed. Once I had the blouse off completely, I unclipped my bra, and the straps fell from my shoulders. King practically growled at the sight of my breasts and reached forward to cup them.
“Perfect,” he whispered. “You’re perfect.”
Flickering my tongue and taking him in deep, I watched as King’s eyelids fluttered closed while an agonised expression crossed his face. “Jesus Christ, you’re good at this.” His hips moved, matching my pace. Then he grew still as he came, warm liquid filling my mouth. I swallowed. His gaze turned fierce as he pulled me to my feet and spun me around, pressing my body flat into the wall. His hands were purposeful, authoritative, turning the tables from a moment ago. Now he was the one in control. A few quick movements, and my skirt was pushed up around my hips, my knickers pulled down, and his cock was inside me, hard and unforgiving. I was both flattered and impressed that he could get it up again so soon, and tried not to be too noisy while he pounded into me, making me forget my senses.
I felt owned, and I loved it. Loved him. God, it scared me, but I couldn’t lie to myself. I felt so much for him, so, so much.
His hand around my stomach brought me back to my senses as he held me possessively.
Gillian was probably back from her coffee break by now. I could just imagine her sitting at her desk, typing away, totally oblivious to what was going on inside King’s office. I swear it was almost like my mind summoned her when I heard a knock on the outer door. King didn’t stop fucking me, his hand coming around to cover my mouth and muffle my whimpers. My heart rate picked up, panic setting in.
“Mr King?” Gillian called. Her voice was way too close.
King sounded completely normal, not at all breathless as he answered, “Yes, Gillian?”
Oh, my God, I could have killed him in that moment if I hadn’t been so lost to him, my body grateful that he wasn’t stopping while my brain screamed, Cease this madness right now!
Gillian sounded awkward, probably because she thought King was using the toilet. I wondered what she’d think if she knew what he was really doing.
“I have a couple of messages for you. I’ll leave them on your desk.”
“Thank you. I’ll be out shortly.”
How on earth did he manage to stay so calm? Sweat coated my brow, anxiety flooding my system. King’s mouth went to my shoulder, playfully biting. I bit at his hand, which was still plastered to my mouth, and he let out a quiet, satisfied chuckle. The bastard was enjoying this. I heard Gillian’s heels tapping on the floor as she made to leave. Relief flooded me for only a moment, until she stopped.
“Mr King, you haven’t seen Alexis, have you? She’s missing from her desk.”
“I sent her out on an errand,” King replied smoothly. “She won’t be long.”
After this she continued out of the room, closing the door with a click. Relieved air escaped me. King’s hand left my mouth, trailing down my body and between my legs.
“I’m going to fucking kill you,” I ground out.
He chuckled again. “No, you’re not. I’ll make you come, and then you’ll like me too much to kill me.”
“Not likely.”
“Is that a challenge?”
I didn’t reply. Couldn’t. His cock was hitting all my sweet spots, and I no longer felt the urge to reprimand him. I kind of hated that he was right. He found my clit and started to rub, and I wasn’t sure I could take it. The feel of him inside me and his skilled fingers working my clit was too much. I was going to come so soon. Too soon. I wanted to give him hell for playing with fire like that, fucking me while Gillian was right outside, but I couldn’t summon the willpower. Everything felt too good.
“I can feel you squeezing me,” he growled. “Do you like that?”
“Yes,” I sighed.
“Will you come?”
“Yes,” I repeated.
“You’re beautiful,” he breathed, and at the same moment I shattered under his hand. He groaned and continued to fuck me while I orgasmed, drawing out each and every wave until he was coming, too. I’d never felt so possessed, so owned, in my entire life. King filled me up, and it was only at that moment I realised we’d been so gone for each other that we didn’t even remember protection. We hadn’t used it before in the limo, either, so it wasn’t a huge deal. Still, having unprotected sex with him felt closer than anything else. I wanted to tell him how I felt, but I was scared. I was usually a person who voiced what they were thinking, but not in this instance. My apprehension of the small chance that he might not return my feelings kept them locked inside, waiting for a rare moment of bravery.
King wrapped his arms around me from behind, his body melding to mine as he breathed into my skin.
“I….” he began, but faltered.
“Oliver?” I whispered.
“I can’t stop thinking about you, love. Even with everything that’s going on, I can’t stop.”
“I think of you, too. All the time.”
His lips traced my ear. “What are we doing?”
“I think….” I paused, losing courage. Come on, bravery, don’t fail me now. “Oliver,” I started over and turned in his hold, bringing my arms up around his neck, my eyes searching his. “I think we might be falling for each other.”
His throat moved as he swallowed, and his hand came up to cup my jaw. His eyes were so fierce right then, so full of words unspoken, that I found it difficult to breathe. Every tiny hair on my body stood on end, and his thumb stroked at my throat, sending shudders skittering through me. Then his mouth came to mine, his tongue sliding in deep, and I shut my eyes. He wasn’t speaking, but he didn’t need to. His kiss told me how he felt. Told me more than words could convey.
***
It took a bit of sneakiness to get me out of King’s office without Gillian seeing. After we’d both cleaned ourselves up, King went out and asked if she could go to the kiosk outside and grab him a coffee. She hopped up immediately, thankfully providing me with the opportunity to escape.
That evening King changed our plans slightly, and I was a little disappointed. I wanted more one-on-one time with him, but his mum wasn’t doing so well, so he decided we’d spend the evening at her house and he’d cook us dinner there.
I’d changed out of my work clothes, which were rumpled after our bathroom encounter. And yes, Gillian had been eyeing me suspiciously all evening. I think she knew something was up; she just didn’t know what exactly it was. I sent King a message that read,
I think Detective Gillian might be on to us. No more office shenanigans. I mean it.