Series: Werewolves of Wall Street Series by Renee Rose
Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 66669 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 333(@200wpm)___ 267(@250wpm)___ 222(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66669 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 333(@200wpm)___ 267(@250wpm)___ 222(@300wpm)
“Is it the Benson deal?”
“No. Well, partly.” I give an impatient wave of my hand and toss her coat onto my chair. I want her scent there when she leaves.
I don’t mean to do it. One second she’s standing in front of me, the next moment, I have her pinned against the wall, one of my thighs insinuated between her legs, one hand cradling the side of her neck.
Madison gasps and clings to my arms as I shove my nose into her hair and breathe in that delectable scent.
“I’m not supposed to fuck you.” My voice is crushed granite.
Madison squirms against me, but not to get away. She rocks her pelvis down over my thigh, rubbing her damp sex against my suit pants.
“You’re not…” She sucks in another breath. “Is that what they told you after Thanksgiving? When you were standing out in the snow together?”
I don’t know why I’m still surprised by her sharp intelligence.
My teeth scrape along the skin of her neck. “Yes.”
She rubs over my thigh, and I grip her ass to help.
“Why? Because I work for you?”
“Yes.” My wolf hates the lie, but it’s more of a half-truth.
I find the crack of her ass from the back and slide my fingers forward until I hit the damp of her panties.
She grinds harder over my thigh. Her head hits the wall behind her, and she levels another bold gaze at me. “Well, in that case, I’m totally down with screwing the boss.”
I study her, taking in the lifted angle of her chin, the fire behind her eyes. Madison Evans doesn’t shrink from a fight.
She’s alpha female all the way, despite her species, young age, income and class.
“Let’s not make it weird, though. Just torrid office sex.”
She wants to keep this sex only. Screwing the boss.
Okay. Better for me. Downright perfect, in fact.
My wolf disagrees, but I ignore him. I should be glad she wants nothing more than sex.
Thrilled.
It’s not like I can mate her.
Fine. Madison has a boss fetish? I’ll damn well make every fantasy she has come true. It’s an ideal solution. I get what I need–to keep my wolf mollified and be the one who satisfies her–and she gets…well, she gets the orgasms.
“Lock the door.”
She fumbles with the lock, then turns, breathless, eyes bright. She definitely has a power exchange fetish. I can work with that. I ignore my wolf, who is pissed that she just wants the fantasy, not me.
I tap the surface of the desk with my index finger. When she arrives, I pick her up and plop her cute ass on it.
She sucks in a breath. I catch the scent of her arousal, and my dick lengthens in my trousers.
“So here’s what’s going to happen.” I stand in front of her, my hands lightly gripping her knees. “Unless I hear you say no, I’m going to take what I need, when I need it. Are you down with that?”
Her knees jerk together, but I know it’s not to keep me out because a “Yes, sir” tumbles from her pouty lips. Boss fetish.
“I need it now.” It’s no lie. My wolf will go nuts if I don’t get inside her again within the hour. I push her knees open and lift them, tipping her back on my desk.
“Oh my gawd.” She’s titillated–or maybe shocked by my behavior.
I can’t find it in me to regret any part of it. Not when she’s spread out on my desk, her head nearly hanging off the other end, looking so damn appetizing.
“Next time I put you in this position, I’m going to walk around to the other side and use that smart mouth of yours.”
Her hardened nipples show through the fabric of her bra and dress.
I slide the pad of my thumb across the satin gusset of her panties. They’re already damp, and she makes a needy sound, her inner thighs jerking.
Despite the forcefulness of my initiation, I take my time now, simply stroking over her panties, making sure she warms up.
“You want my mouth here?” I meet her gaze.
She’s holding her breath, watching me. She nods.
I go slowly, lifting her knees up as I lower my head between them. I pull her panties to the side with my teeth, then lick into her.
She gasps, her inner thighs slapping my shoulders. I screw one finger inside her as I flick her clit with my tongue. “Yes, please,” she whispers.
It’s cute as hell.
I shouldn’t be so enamored with this girl, but everything she does, everything she says, everything she is seems to affect me.
The need to satisfy her overrides my need to claim her. I pull her panties off and work a second finger into her tight channel, then use both fingers to stroke her inner wall.
She thrashes her legs, her high heels kicking my back and ribs as I make her squirm. I rise, resting my thumb over her clit and pumping the two fingers in and out while I study her face. “You gonna come on my fingers, little girl?”