Beckett fter dropping Naomi at school, I drove back to my place. Instead of rushing, I decided to have a long leisurely breakfast and enjoy a cup of coffee before taking a shower and heading to the office. I miss being at my place, but I know better. It’s much less of a headache for me to stay at Holt’s place than to have Naomi pack her entire existence—and Luna’s—to come over to my place. Not to mention, my house isn’t childproof. I miss the quietude. I love Naomi to pieces, but when you’re on uncle duty, it’s a twentyfour-hour job. There’s no such thing as taking a break until the princesses you’re guarding are so exhausted, they crash. Since I didn’t have to monitor the whereabouts of said princesses, I was able to knock off quite a few things from my to-do list. After answering a batch of emails and catching up with Valerie on important matters, I had a long talk with Rhys. He was so preoccupied by the urgent need to find a backup manufacturer, he didn’t even ask about my commitment to abstain from temptation. I’ll tell him soon enough I’m no longer in the running for his bike. By the time I get to the office, it’s lunchtime, which means the executive floor is almost empty. Even Valerie is out. When I sit at my desk, a little white envelope with my name scribed in impeccable penmanship catches my eye. It’s sealed. Eager, I open it. Dear new friend, I hope you had a great weekend. I couldn’t give you what you wanted last week, but I can today. Check the last drawer of your desk. I hope you like my little gift. Holy Chic I grin. The temptation to text her was ever present throughout the weekend, but I refrained. What stopped me? Holt’s reaction. His words. The way I pissed around Arianne like a fucking dog to ward off Rupert. The fact I didn’t hesitate a second to eat her out at the office and how close I came to fucking her. The way those candid selfies on Cesar’s engagement night elicited such interest, considering the parade of women I’ve been seen with. And because I couldn’t get her out of my head no matter how much I tried. It all freaked me out. I’ve never craved a woman this much, and I’m not sure what to make of it. “Maybe I did hit my head.” I mutter to myself. Curiosity takes over and I open my drawer. I don’t have to search. My gift is staring at me–a scrap of cobalt blue lace. I hold the lingerie with both hands and admire it. My cock twitches with need. My mouth salivates, eager to taste her again. Little devil. She didn’t go for regular panties. No. She went for the heavy artillery— a G-string with three straps on each side.
Images of them adorning her sexy ass assault me, followed by a vision of her shimmying out of them. Goddammit. I bunch the fabric in my fist. Shit. They’re damp. She must’ve just put her wicked plan into action. Bad girl. I guess I should say, good girl. I bring the fabric to my nose and close my eyes. Her headiness hits my senses full force. I let out a low groan. My cock swells. Since the intelligence room encounter, I’ve been a choirboy. When I’m on uncle duty, I’m on my best behavior. So now, I’m about to snap like a twig. I grab my phone to text her. Beckett: You’re itching for my hand to slap your ass. Her response is fast. Arianne: Happy Monday and good afternoon to you. Beckett: Don’t happy Monday me and don’t try to change the subject. Arianne: What did I do? Beckett: Your playing coy isn’t amusing. Arianne: I’m trying to understand why you’re so upset with me. I roll my eyes. Beckett: I gather you aren’t wearing a white skirt today? Arianne: You gather correctly. Beckett: What are you wearing? Arianne: Clothes, obviously. Beckett: Your cockiness is going to get you in trouble, Miss Buchanan. Arianne: Maybe I’m looking for trouble, Mr. Christensen. Well, hell. My cock is in urgent need of relief. All thoughts of behaving fly right out the window. Beckett: Get your ass to my office. Arianne: Are you sure you don’t mean the intelligence room? Beckett: Oh, you’re asking for it. Arianne: We’ve already established that. Beckett: Stop texting and start walking. I stand up, stuff her panties into the pocket of my pants, and remove my jacket. I’m so jacked up—and my cock is so hard—I can’t sit back down. I pat the prize in my pocket, a sense of satisfaction washing over me. I demanded her panties on Friday. She delivers them on Monday, and she has the gall to give me sass over it.
Who the hell does she think she is? I pace the room as I await her arrival. Minutes tick away. Someone is defying me again by taking her sweet ass time to get over here. There’s a knock at my door. Finally. I eat the floor and open it. When I do, I freeze. Who’s that girl? Holy transformation. “What happened to you?” “Good afternoon, Mr. Christensen,” she says. She’s playing me like a fiddle. I grab hold of her wrists and pull her into my office. I stick my head out and look left, then right to make sure there are no witnesses. The coast is clear. Satisfied, I close the door and lock it. I turn around, lean against the door and drink in every sinful inch of her. Her angelic smile betrays the spark of mirth flashing bright in her eyes. “Good afternoon, Miss Buchanan,” I say. “What prompted this?” I wave my finger up and down the length of her body. “Something new,” she says with a coquettish one-shoulder shrug. “The dress is a knockout.” “Thank you. I love it, too. Once again, Andrea steered me in the right direction.” Bless Andrea. Arianne is adorned in a long-sleeved wrap-around dress that reaches her ankles with a sexy criss-cross at the chest that showcases the swell of her breasts. The long sash wrapped at her waist makes my fingers itch. The slit at the front doesn’t go unnoticed. Neither does the pair of nude strappy heels she’s wearing. The same pendant she wore the other day rests against her chest. Then, there’s the cascade of highlighted shoulder-length hair framing her face. She’s blonder than she was on Friday. Her wide, eager brown eyes stand out behind the rim of a subtle plum and gold eyeshadow combo and the flared out black eyeliner around them. And the muted pink kissable lips beg for mine. Her mere presence throws me off-kilter. God, she’s more beautiful than ever. “The vibrant color of your dress makes quite the statement,” I say. “You wear it well.” “Thank you.” “New hair and a new wardrobe.” Like I wasn’t already screwed. “Way to start the week on the right foot.” “And new lingerie. A lot of new lingerie... many are quite skimpy and naughty. A d eparture for me. The sales lady at French Appliqué insisted their selections are designed to bring men to their knees.” She had to go there. “Not that I’d know what that means, but I decided to take her word for it and I bought all the flattering combos. Why the hell not, right? Now, it’s a matter of finding a man who would be a willing victim. Hmmm... who could it be?” She grins at me. I narrow my gaze at her. What the fuck did she have for breakfast this morning? A seduction smoothie with an extra scoop of vixen protein? “We’re going to the bathroom.” I don’t give her a choice. I grab her hand and drag her behind me. When we enter my private bathroom, I close the door and lock it for good measure. “A r epeat of what we did at my place?” I love her eagerness. “No. No r epeat.” “What are we going to do, then?”
Her excitement bubbles over. “I need an audience.” Her eyebrows knit. “I don’t follow.” “Your little shenanigans put me in a state of unbearable arousal.” My confession elicits a triumphant grin. “Now, I have to do something about it.” I allow for a pregnant pause. “You’re going to watch what you do to me.” She squints. “I still don’t get it.” “My cock is about to fucking explode and it needs my immediate attention. And it’s going to get it under your watchful eye.” Her jaw drops. “You’re going to jerk off in front of me?” “I wouldn’t be in this dire situation if it wasn’t for you and your damp panties,” I say. “So yeah, I want your eyes on me when I come.” “That’s it? I’m just going to stand here?” “That’s it.” “Do you expect me to clap when you’re finished?” “That’s entirely up to you, but I promise to make it worth a standing ovation.” She doesn’t look impressed. “How do I get pleasure out of it?” “Trust me, you will.” “What we did at my place was way more enjoyable than me just standing here.” “Consider this your punishment.” “For what?” “For your smart mouth. For the unexpected transformation. For looking so damn good. For turning me on. Pick one. Pick them all. You’re the culprit.” A slow grin splits her lips. “Really?” I grab her by the neck and pull her to me before crushing her lips. I kiss her until we both run out of air. The chemistry between us is potent. I break our embrace and take her hand in mine. “Check it out for yourself.” I close her hand over my cock. “God, you’re so hard.” “I’m in pain,” I say. “Then you better do something about it.” The sass is back in full force. Damn her. Two can play that game. With my eyes locked onto hers, I slip a hand between the slit of her dress and find her pussy. It’s dripping for me. “You think?” My voice is gruff. “Oh, God, yes.” Her head lolls back. I remove my hand. She shoots daggers at me. “You’re welcome to take care of yourself while I relieve my raging erection.” She makes a face. “It’s not the same.” “Perhaps a little less sass next time if you want me to take care of you.” She’s still glaring at me. “You can stand there, or you can join me. The choice is yours.” She’s thinking. I unfasten my cufflinks, take the shirt off, and hang it on the door. I kick off my shoes. Then, I fumble with my belt buckle before unzipping my pants. I remove them along with my boxer briefs at the same time as I pull my socks off. “Fuck,” I say as my erection is let free from its confinement. I fist my cock and stroke it. Arianne’s breathing quickens. I need more. I bend down, fish inside my pocket, and pull out her panties. I bring them to my nose and inhale de eply. “I love how you smell and how you taste, baby.” Wide brown eyes with a mixture of shock and lust blink at me. With my free hand, I reach between her legs and glide my fingers, scooping her juices. “Good God,” she says. I bring my hand covered in her slickness to my cock. The next thing I know, Arianne is undoing the sash around her wraparound dress. With quick hands, she removes it and tries to place it over my shirt. She can’t reach. “Allow me.” “Thanks.” The cobalt blue bra is next to go.
She’s in such a rush to get naked, I don’t have time to appreciate the sexy as fuck cutout design on top of her breasts. “So, you decided?” She nods. “Yes, I’m going to join you.” She readies herself to kick off her heels, but I stop her. “Those stay on.” “You have a thing for heels.” “I have a thing for you in heels.” That earns me a beaming smile. My hand goes back to my cock. She walks to the granite counter, leans against it, parts her legs, and slides a hand down her flat stomach until she reaches her pussy. “Not yet.” I stop her right before she plunges her fingers between her lips. She frowns. “Why not?” I st ep right up to her. “Because I said so.” “I thought you wanted me to join you.” “Sit. It’ll be more comfortable for you.” “Okay.” I help her up on the counter. I gesture at her legs. “Open wide.” She obeys. I position myself between her parted legs. The view is salacious enough to give me a fucking heart attack. “I want my eyes on your beautiful pink pussy while I work my cock,” I say. “Show me how you take care of yourself.” She bites down on her bottom lip. I expect her to squirm and maybe refuse. Instead, she plunges her fingers between her pussy lips. She moans with every stroke. “That’s it, baby. Make it dirty for me.” She does. Her hand moves in a dizzying circle. Round and round. Shit. She reaches for my cock. “What are you doing?” “I want to touch you.” “You want to jack me off while playing with your pussy?” “I just wanted to touch you,” she says. “You don’t want more?” “I’d like more, but...” “What’s stopping you?” “I don’t think I’m good at giving a hand job.” Given what she’s told me about her ex, I’m not surprised she hasn’t had much practice. “Give me your hand.” She does as she’s told. I place it around my cock and close mine on top of hers. “I’ll show you.” “I’d like that,” she says. “I hope I do it well.” “We’ll do it together.” “Okay.” Her eyes are trained on my cock, but her hand doesn’t move. “What are you waiting for?” “You said you’d show me.” “I did, but you can start pumping my cock.” She does. She’s tentative. Careful. “You want me to come or not?” Wide eyes meet mine. “I’m not doing it, right?” “You are, but you’re being too gentle.” “Oh, okay.” “You’re not going to hurt me. You have to grip my cock hard and stroke it up-and-down with vigor.” She tries again. I grope her breast, squeeze hard, lower my head, and pull her nipple between my teeth. She gasps. “Did you feel that?” “Yes,” she says. “That’s the reaction you want from me.” She nods. Her hand closes around my cock as she strokes me. She still has her training wheels on, but she’s getting there. I let out a low groan. “Am I doing it right?” She worries her lower lip. My eyes drop to my strained cock. “You are, baby.” “I shouldn’t be this proud, but I am.” I laugh before dropping a soft kiss against her lips. “I loved watching you come the other night.” She picks up speed. Damn. She’s a quick learner. “Yeah?” “It was so hot.” “What did you love about it?” “Your face as you got all worked up.” “Like now?” “Yes,” she says. I take over, guiding her hand. She gets the message. “What else?” “I loved how your body shook just before you came.” “All guys shake right before climax.” She shakes her head. “Not all guys. My ex didn’t even make a sound. He was always in
control. The only reason I knew he had reached orgasm was because he’d remind me it was time for a shower and time to change the sheets.” Just when I think the jackass can’t sink any lower, he surprises me. Since I can’t erase her unfortunate sexual past, I do the only thing I know—I kiss the hell out of her. I break our embrace. “What else did you like about our first time together?” “You’re the first guy I’ve seen naked since my ex.” “Good? Bad?” “Fucking amazing.” I can’t help my wide smile. “Conversely, you’re the second guy who’s seen me naked.” She’s distracted enough for me to pick up the pace, pumping my cock, forcing her to match my rhythm. “That goes without saying.” “Good? Bad?” She worries her bottom lip again. “Fucking amazing.” I borrow her words. She laughs. “Any other firsts?” “It was the first time I felt a guy’s cum dripping down my body.” “Did you like it?” “I did.” She pauses. “A lot.” My hips swing back and forth as I fuck her fist. “What I loved the most was watching you in the mirror. It was naughty.” “What did you see?” Speaking the words is a struggle. “The helplessness and lack of control, the pain and pleasure. I didn’t know men went through all those emotions.” “You did that to me,” I say. “Like you’re doing now.” Our gaze drops to where my large hand covers her small one, as I pick up speed around my cock to a frantic pace. I lift my eyes. “You know what I’m looking forward to?” “What?” “You, kneeling in front of me, lapping at my cock.” “I’m not sure I’d be good at it.” “Don’t worry, we’ll do it together.” “Are you sure?” “We’re doing it together now, and I’m not complaining.” She answers with a shy smile. “Okay.” “Good. Because I can’t wait for you to suck my cock until I come undone and explode in the back of your throat. I want you to struggle to swallow my river of cum.” “Your mouth is lethal.” “My desire for you is lethal.” Her thumb glides over my engorged cock head. My cock jerks. “When—” She shakes her head. “When what?” “When do you—” She shakes her head again. “Never mind.” “When do I fuck your pussy?” I finish her sentence. “Maybe you don’t want to.” “Oh, I want to fuck your pussy and shoot my cum inside you. Badly. But I love our little games. Don’t you?” “I do.” “When I fuck you, I’ll be so desperate, I’ll destroy you.” Her mouth drops open. “You asked.” I wink. “Noted.” Look at that. She’s eagerly awaiting my assault. I’ve lost the brainpower to continue this conversation because it feels like all the blood in my body is pumping into my straining cock. “I need you to work it harder.” I loosen my grip. “Jerk me like you fucking mean it.” “Like this?” “Harder.” “Harder?” “Yes. Can you manage that while still playing with your pussy?” To my chagrin, she got a little distracted. “Yes, I can,” she says. She doesn’t disappoint, jacking me faster and harder while taking care of her pussy. She’s so fucking wet, dripping all over the counter. How I wish I could lick up all her juices going to waste. “I want two fingers pumping inside your pussy. And I want to hear it.” Arianne’s fingers dive in and out of her at the same feverish velocity as the hand pumping my cock. Her body is
pulsing with pleasure. So is mine. I catch a glimpse of my heavy-lidded eyes in the mirror. Pure sin. The slick sound of her fingers working her pussy travels to my balls and the fuse ignites. Goddammit. “Faster.” Her urgency is intoxicating. She slaps her pussy as if trying to contain the inevitable. She pulls out her dripping fingers and lifts them to my mouth. I lift my gaze to her hooded eyes. There’s nothing left of the strait-laced, buttoned-up woman who walked into my office less than a week ago. ‘Absolute control’ is no longer the only thing she seeks. “I didn’t even have to ask,” I say. “I like when you do that.” I grab hold of her wrist, stick my tongue out, and wipe her fingers clean, my eyes locked with hers. My balls tug, reminding me they’re loaded full of cum and busting for release. “Not that I needed any more incentive, but that just made me harder,” I say. “The problem is, I can’t come.” She frowns. “Why not?” I kiss the tip of her nose. “Because you get to come first.” “Oh.” “Get to it.” Her fingers press her clit as her hand rotates in a sinful circular motion. Her little mewls let me know she’s close. Unable to contain myself, I pinch both her nipples hard. She gasps and squeezes my cock so tight, it’s hard to hold back. Her finger skates over her clit as her other hand strokes me from balls to tip. “Make it dirty for me.” And she does. Alternating between plunging her fingers in and out of her pussy and massaging her clit, she brings herself closer and closer. I press my hand over hers around my cock, controlling the movements of my hips. “Yeah, that’s it, baby. Faster.” “Dear God. It feels so, so good.” Her hand is glistening with her dripping juices. I grunt every time her other hand slides back up over the head of my meaty cock, eliciting the sweet hedonistic sound of being jacked off. She pumps me like crazy, and I’m blinded by my need for release. “Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck.” My eyes roll to the back of my head as my hands clamp around her tits. “Oh, God,” she says. Her hips gyrate back and forth against the granite counter. “Beckett, I need to come.” Desperation coats her voice. “You’re going to come hard for me?” “I—I—Oh—” “I asked you a question.” “Yes—” Her body jerks. The pressure around my cock ceases before she lets go altogether. Her head falls back and a long, shuddering moan es capes her lips, her slicked-up fingers pressed to her pussy, her ass cheeks wet with her juices. Fuck. The vibrations of her climax shoot straight to my balls and the fuse is done. “Christ.” Arianne slumps her spent body back against the mirror. “Come all over me, please, Beckett,” she says in a ragged breath. Fuck. Me. I point my cock at her pussy, and with a low grunt, I shoot my load, legs trembling as spurt after spurt erupts, marking her perfect pale skin with ribbons of hot cum.
She spreads my release all over her stomach, around her tits and finishes her kinky little tease by sticking her fingers inside her mouth and licking them clean. Her eyes never leave mine. Jesus. Arianne Buchanan is going to be the end of me.