Wild Child. Christy McKellen

I don’t like wearing underwear,’ she whispers huskily. ‘Is it an office rule, or something?’

      ‘No,’ I say, wishing at that moment that it was, so I’d know exactly how to deal with this brain-melting situation. ‘But it’s indecent,’ I add, which unfortunately sounds ridiculously inane when said out loud.

      I silently curse myself for letting her see my obvious stumble from dispassion into prudishness.

      Her eyebrows shoot up. ‘Indecent? Well, perhaps you should punish me for it, then,’ she suggests, with amusement in her voice.

      She’s laughing at me—and the knowledge makes me drag in a ragged, incensed breath.

      Something wicked flares in her eyes and I feel the control I’ve been determinedly clinging on to for the last week start to slip.

      ‘What are you expecting to happen here?’ I ask her, fighting for nonchalance.

      She shrugs, completely unapologetic. ‘I have no idea. I just wondered what you’d do if I misbehaved. Perhaps you’ll just stare meaningfully at me again. You seemed to enjoy doing that the last time my pussy was on show.’

      I swallow hard, but don’t rise to her teasing provocation. I just continue to look at her steadily. This woman has danger written all over her. I’m going to have to be firm here—let her know I’m not going to put up with her shit.

      As if she’s read my mind she says, ‘Perhaps you should discipline me so I don’t do it again.’

      I raise an eyebrow, determined not to give her the pleasure of an emotional response to that. ‘Discipline you how?’

      Her chest is rising and falling rapidly now, as if the idea of it thrills her. Which, of course, thrills me right back.

      ‘I don’t know. How would you like to do it?’ she says, as if she’s asking me how I take my coffee.

      Clearly she’s enjoying playing with me. Like a cat would play with a mouse.

      I can imagine how sharp her claws might be if she got me cornered, though, so I say, ‘Perhaps I should send you home for the day. To think about the consequences of your actions.’

      Surprise and disappointment flash in her eyes. She doesn’t like it that I’m not playing the game.

      ‘But I’ll just come back tomorrow and do it again.’ Her mouth lifts in a crooked smile, her bright, intelligent eyes boring into mine. ‘Perhaps you should take your frustration out on the thing that’s most disturbing you.’

      She lifts her other leg, putting her foot onto the chair to her left, and her skirt rides further up her thighs, fully exposing her beautiful pussy, glistening with arousal. She has to brace both hands on the surface of my desk to keep upright.

      ‘Right here,’ she says roughly, narrowing her eyes.

      Something dark and compelling takes over me, and before I can check myself I take two deliberate steps forward so I’m standing between her spread legs.

      I could touch her right now if I let myself. My right hand is hovering only inches away, as if magnetically drawn. My heartbeat thuds in my ears as I breathe in the sweet, arousing scent of her. I wonder fleetingly how she’d taste and feel against my tongue, but push the idea away. I can’t go down on her here in my office.

       I can’t.

      ‘You know I deserve to be taught a lesson. Otherwise it’s probably not going to stop.’ She smiles, her full, rosy-pink lips pulled tightly across her perfect white teeth. ‘And you don’t have to worry...nobody will hear anything about it from me,’ she murmurs. ‘It’ll be our sexy little secret.’

      She flashes me such a provocative look my insides rush with heat.

      I swallow past my parched throat. ‘I don’t get involved with people I work with.’

      ‘That’s a shame,’ she says, shaking her head sadly. ‘Because it would make my time here a lot more entertaining—for both of us.’

      I can’t help but let out a snort of mirth at her audacity.

      ‘Anyway, we’re not getting involved,’ she says. ‘You’re just disciplining me for my terrible behaviour earlier—as any good boss would,’ she murmurs.

      I open my mouth to tell her it’s not going to happen, but for some reason the words won’t come. They’re stuck at the back of my throat.

      Seeming to sense my weakness, she slides forward on the desk, her eyes flashing with mischief, pushing herself against my hand. I feel the slickness of her arousal coat my fingertips and the heat of her on my palm. I drag in a frustrated breath, knowing I should pull my hand away, but finding I can’t do it. That I don’t want to.

      All the reasons why I shouldn’t be letting this happen fly around my head at a dizzying rate—then completely vanish as she lets out a husky breath of satisfaction and rocks her hips a little, rubbing her slick folds against my fingers, groaning with pleasure as the tip of my middle finger slides over her clitoris.

      ‘I think you like naughty women,’ she rasps, lowering herself back onto her elbows, so she’s practically lying across my desk. ‘Women who like to touch themselves in front of you and who know how to make you come so hard your eyes roll back in your head.’

      ‘You’re enjoying taunting me, aren’t you?’ I growl back at her. ‘You’re getting off on it.’

      I’m completely captivated by her determination to get what she wants. I’ve never met anyone with so much pluck.

      ‘Yessss,’ she hisses as I push my hand harder against her, my fingers pressing into her hot flesh.

      ‘I should punish you for that,’ I say, totally losing the last vestige of my control. But I don’t care. In fact I’m so far beyond caring it’s ridiculous. I seem to be on autopilot, my craving for her driving me on without my brain needing to engage.

      ‘Yes...’ she says again, her voice shaking as she nods her head.

      She’s so wet it’s easy for my finger to slip inside her. I draw it back and forth, just inside the entrance to her vagina, and she gives me the response I’m looking for, dragging in a stuttering kind of breath as if I’ve hit a sensitive spot.

      My cock, which is as hard as a rock now, presses distractingly against my trousers—as if it has a life of its own and is trying to escape its confines. But there’s no way I’m getting it out right now. I want to feel power over her, like she had over me that day at her father’s house, but I also need to see her come again so badly it’s blurring all other thoughts in my head.

      I slip another finger inside her, pushing them both deep and feeling her slick arousal run down my hand. Finding the rough pad of her G-spot, I curl my fingers and make a beckoning motion against it, seeing her twitch and jerk in response to the pressure I put there.

      ‘Oh, fuck!’ she whispers, scratching her nails against the polished surface of my desk, her breasts heaving beneath the thin material of her blouse.

      I brace my other hand on the edge of the desk and lean in towards her, taking care to keep my body from touching her. I sense if my cock gets any kind of friction against it right now I’m going to lose my mind.

      ‘More...give me more,’ she begs, writhing against my hand.

      After taking a moment to tease her, pretending I’m deciding whether or not to give her what she needs, I thrust another finger inside her, feeling her stretch to take it.

      ‘Ungh!’ she moans, her beautiful face contracted in a concentrated frown.

      But she obviously likes what I’m doing to her because she bucks her hips, pressing herself harder into my hand. Lifting her head, she looks me directly in the eyes, her expression intensely challenging and such a turn-on I nearly come without her even touching me.