“That sounds perfect,” I replied quietly, shivering when he rubbed the inside of my wrist with his thumb.

King bent in and pressed a chaste kiss to my mouth. Neither one of us dared to deepen it for fear of making things a little too raunchy. After all, we did have an audience of one, who was right at that moment doing her best to pretend to watch television.

“Until tomorrow, then,” King murmured, and left.

As soon as the door shut, I leaned back against it and let out a frustrated groan. Eyes still on the screen, Karla let out a laugh and shook her head.

“Oh, Lexie, you are so fucked.”

Fifteen

The following day I didn’t see King until after lunch. He had meetings all through the morning and was away from the office. I missed him. This was probably why I went to him as soon as he got back, under the guise of having work for him to look over. Gillian had just left for a coffee break when I made my move.

“How’s your day been?” I asked quietly as I closed the door and stepped inside, the printout of a spreadsheet from last week held to my chest.

King was typing an email when he heard me speak. He paused instantly and shot me a warm look, his eyes drinking me in, lingering on the flare of my hips.

“Come here.”

I went to him. He caught my wrist and pulled me to his lap. I shifted in place, feeling him harden already. His hands moulded to my hips, squeezing them, as his mouth pressed against my neck.

“You fucking kill me with these little outfits.”

“Oliver.”

His hand moved up my body until it reached my neck. He cupped it, then rose, leading me backwards to the bathroom as his thumb applied the perfect amount of pressure to my nape. His speediness and lack of pretence surprised me. I’d expected him to at least protest a little about sex at the office. But no. A moment later he was lowering me face first onto the couch. I twisted in place as he began undoing his fly.

“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.