Chapter 137
KATE
He was hard and huge. It felt so good to have him after a tiring day at work.
"I was a little worried about your tiredness today, but now I see I shouldn't have been."
"Did you come to take care of me?"
"I thought about helping you relax."
"I'd love that," he said, biting his lower lip, sending a shiver down my spine and increasing the desire between my legs.
I pulled his lips with mine, wanting him to feel all my desire.
"How can I miss you if we saw each other hours ago?" I said, leading him to the chair and making him sit.
I knelt between his legs. I looked at his face before his head tilted back as he took a deep breath. My fingers opened his belt and pants, releasing his cock from the black boxers.
He was so hard, he could have torn his clothes apart. Deliciously ready, pulsating warmly in my hand. I stood up, remembering what I had bought for him the other day.
"What?" He looked at me, slightly frustrated.
"Just a second."
I reached into my bag on his desk and searched for the bottle of oil. I opened it and poured a good amount into my hands, spreading it well. He watched every move of mine with his eyes.
I returned and knelt between his legs again.
"God!" he exhaled between his teeth when I touched him with both hands, starting a massage with open palms, with a little pressure but gently.
Observing him every time I had done this before helped me learn what drove him crazy.
I continued the massage, alternating hand movements while he tried to suppress his moans. My fingers played with his head, squeezing and circling in an increasing rhythm. His moans continued, huskier and deeper, becoming more and more sensual.
I was fighting the urge to mount him.
"If you don't stop..." he whispered.
But before he could continue, I took him into my mouth, feeling his taste and the cherry-flavored oil, hot. It was delicious and maddening.
I sucked him eagerly, going as deep as I could, then used my tongue on his huge tip, feeling it throb in my mouth.
"Stop; I want to feel you," he said.
I didn't obey; I wanted him inside me, but I wanted, even more, to see him explode and relax quickly.
I accelerated the movement and increased the pressure around his cock while licking the tip.
He lifted his chin, and I felt his legs tense. He became as hard as a rock, throbbing. I put him in my mouth, anticipating the explosion, fearing he would mess up my clothes or himself.
He groaned, an almost frightening growl, and the hot liquid filled my mouth as his body relaxed.
I loved his taste.
I stood up and went to a small table next to a wall, where there was water. I took a long sip.
"Why are you so disobedient?" he asked.
Turning around, I smiled at him.
"You're welcome. And you're not my boss anymore. Why should I obey?"
"Because I can punish you for it."
"Are you going to do those unimaginable things you always talk about?"
His face turned serious, and his gaze shifted. Damn, what was wrong? I approached, stopping in front of him.
"Is everything okay?"
He took long seconds to get up, gaining inches above me. He forced a faint smile.
"Just when I tear that dress off you."
He was clearly pretending everything was fine.
"I have to go home; I have a lot of work," I said.
"You helped me relax; I'm in your debt."
"You're not; I'm fine."
"Are you sure?" He narrowed his eyes before abruptly lifting me up. Putting my thighs around his hips, he took a few steps, pressing me against the glass window, trapping my body.
His dark and hungry gaze was locked on mine. His fingers brushed against my legs as he lifted my dress to my waist, making me melt inside with his touch.
One of his hands slid under my panties, making me hold my breath. His fingers moved along the nerve bundle, grazing my clit and finding my entrance. He circled around it.
"Are you sure you're okay?" he whispered.
The son of a bitch was teasing me as always. Testing me. And I had failed miserably.
"I think you're great."
My phone rang inside my bag, interrupting us. Damn. We both looked in its direction. He looked back at me.
"No."
"I have to. Let me go."
He exhaled reluctantly, cursing, but stepped back.
I pulled down my dress and reached for the phone inside my bag.
"Yes?"
"Miss Collins? Sorry to bother you after hours."
It was Harry.
"No, it's okay, Mr. Cooper."
Nathan approached from behind, and I felt his breath on my neck as his hands grabbed my hips. I took a deep breath.
"Alright. I was reviewing the papers for the McKryter project and noticed that the account data is missing. Do you remember giving them to me?" Harry continued.
I was about to respond when Nathan squeezed my breasts in his hands and kissed my neck forcefully. I closed my eyes tightly. Shit. Focus, Kate.
"Just a second, Mr. Cooper."
I turned between his body and the desk, making his hands return to my hips. I placed the phone behind me, trying to muffle the sounds against my back.
I stared at Nathan, giving him an annoyed look.
"Stop it; he's my boss."
"I'm starting to hate that guy."
I reached out, pushing his chest away, and brought the phone back. He let me go, rolling his eyes.
"Mr. Cooper?"
"Yes?"
Nathan seemed irritated, with clenched teeth and an inflexible expression.
"I haven't arrived home yet, but as soon as I do, I'll send you the data. I apologize for this."
"That's alright. I'll wait."
"Okay. Goodnight!" Harry hung up.
"Stop being an asshole, Ryan. It's my job."
"Fuck your job, Collins!"
Did he just say that?
"You know what... Bye!"
I grabbed my bag and headed for the exit. He kept trying to belittle my work as if it meant nothing. I left his office and headed for the elevator. I heard his footsteps behind me as I pressed the elevator button.
"Collins?"
"Fuck off!"
"I should be the one pissed off."
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