~Joan~
My heart thudded in my chest as I perched on the edge of his desk. Aaron raised a brow at me, his hands sliding up my thighs to part my legs, muttering something I couldn’t quite hear under his breath.
The pencil skirt I’d worn didn’t make it easy for him, but somehow, he still managed to bunch it up to my thighs until my panties were fully exposed. The cool air hit my skin, making me shiver as heat spread through my body like a slow burn.
I planted my hands firmly on the desk to steady myself, my eyes flickering toward the door. My tongue darted out to wet my lips nervously.
“Aaron, I don’t think we should do this. Anyone could walk in,” I muttered, my voice quiet. He didn’t look fazed, his hooded eyes meeting mine as his hand slid beneath my skirt and shifted my panties to the side.
“No one walks into my office without permission,” he said, his tone calm and assured. “And just so you feel better, the door’s locked.” My lips parted slightly as his fingers traced over my entrance, sending a jolt of anticipation through me.
That’s when it hit me-he had locked the door as soon as I walked in. He’d only placed his hands on the desk, and somehow it had happened. Then again, he was the tech lord. I shouldn’t be surprised.
“You’re not wet,” he observed, his voice so casual it almost made me want to hit him. Before I could respond, he tugged my panties down. My body moved instinctively, my hips lifting to help him.
“We’ve got fifteen minutes to fix that,” he added, slipping my panties into his pocket like it was the most natural thing in the world. I sighed, already dreading the argument I’d have to endure to get them back-if he even planned to return them at all.
He pulled me closer to the edge of the desk, positioning me so that my pussy was right in his line of sight. Just the thought of what he was going to do next had me tingling with anticipation. If I wasn’t wet before, I definitely am now.
His gaze flicked up to meet mine, his lips curling into a smirk. “You’re already glistening, kitten,” he teased. I should’ve felt embarrassed, but I didn’t. Somewhere along the way, I’d grown comfortable with Aaron seeing me like this. It was a huge difference to how I’d felt a month ago.
That one night had changed everything.
He leaned closer, his head dipping between my thighs as he inhaled. My face heated instantly. Okay now, that was embarrassing.
“Smells like mine,” he murmured, his voice low and possessive, before his tongue swept over me in one slow, deliberate motion. My body jerked forward at the contact, my instincts taking over, but his strong hands held me firmly in place.
My fingers tangled in his hair as his lips closed around my clit, sucking hard. My mouth fell open, and a moan slipped out despite my attempt to bite it back.
I couldn’t risk anyone outside hearing us. Aaron wouldn’t care, of course, but I had a shred of dignity to maintain.
He pulled back for a moment, glancing up at me with a smirk.
“The door’s soundproof,” he said, his voice almost smug. Without waiting for a response, he dove back in, alternating between teasing my clit and tongue fucking my hole.
My body trembled under his touch, and I felt myself unraveling, the tension coiling tighter and tighter in my core.
“Come for me, baby,” he muttered against my skin, slipping a finger inside me.
That was all it took. My orgasm hit me hard, shattering me into pieces as my pussy clenched around his finger. My cries filled the room as I rode the waves of pleasure, tugging harder on his hair.
When the tremors finally subsided, I sagged against the desk, my body limp. Aaron caught me easily, holding me up with his strong arms.
“Good girl,” he whispered, brushing my hair out of my face. I blinked up at him, my lips curling into a lazy, satisfied smile.
“That was mind-blowing, Thompson,” I said breathlessly. He grinned, helping me off the desk once he was sure I wouldn’t collapse. I smoothed my skirt down, my legs still trembling slightly.
Aaron walked toward the window, adjusting his pants as discreetly as possible. Not discreet enough, though-I caught him.
“Aaron? My panties?” I asked, crossing my arms. He turned to face me, his expression unreadable.
“Not giving them back,” he said casually, his hands slipping into his pockets. My brows shot up.
“Aaron, I can’t walk around without panties,” I said, exasperated. He shrugged like it was no big deal.
“No one will know. Except us, of course,” he replied, his tone so nonchalant I wanted to scream. I opened my mouth to argue, but he cut me off.
“That’s my price for giving you an orgasm,” he added, just as his intercom buzzed.
Aaron glanced at me, his expression unreadable as he answered. “Sir, your assistant is here,” his secretary’s voice crackled through the speaker.
“Let him in,” Aaron said curtly, giving me a pointed look that said fix yourself up. Rolling my eyes, I grabbed my bag and quickly adjusted my hair and clothes, silently praying the room didn’t smell like sex.
A knock on the door followed, and I stepped around to the far end of the desk, hoping we looked professional enough. The door opened, and in walked Denzel, his warm brown eyes locking on mine instantly. A smile spread across his face.
“We meet again, Joan,” he said smoothly. I tilted my head, giving him a faint smile.
“This isn’t really ‘meeting,’ Denzel. We just happen to be in the same place,” I said lightly. His smile widened as he dropped a stack of files on Aaron’s desk.
Aaron’s gaze narrowed immediately, his lips pressing into a thin line as he eyed the files.
“So what are you doing here?” Denzel asked, glancing between Aaron and me. “You know him?”
I shrugged, inspecting my nails. “Unfortunately, Brown Eyes. I’m kind of stuck with him,” I said, deliberately ignoring Aaron’s glare.
Denzel chuckled, his gaze softening. “Mind if we get coffee sometime?” he asked, his tone playful. Before I could respond, Aaron’s voice cut through the room.
“You’re not seeing her again,” he said sharply. His tone left no room for argument. I smirked, blowing a kiss at Denzel.
“Don’t mind him. I’ll get your contact from his secretary and give you a call,” I said breezily. Denzel’s smile faltered slightly, but he nodded. He wasn’t about to risk his job over this.
Without waiting for whatever Aaron had to say, I turned on my heel and sashayed out of the office. I could feel both of their eyes on me, and while it was a little creepy, I couldn’t deny I enjoyed the attention.
Dealing with a jealous Aaron is exhausting, I rolled my eyes as I walked down the hall. Whatever. I’d deal with him later.