Total pages in book: 104
Estimated words: 102184 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 511(@200wpm)___ 409(@250wpm)___ 341(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 102184 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 511(@200wpm)___ 409(@250wpm)___ 341(@300wpm)
“Yes.” I focus back on the couple. “He’s fisting his hand in her hair and fucking her from behind. He’s slapping her ass. Oh, Dev…” My words fall away as he pushes a finger inside me.
“Is she enjoying it?”
I nod, closing my eyes, seeing stars when I do. “Yes, oh fuck. Yes.”
He’s working my clit and pussy with his big hand, and I grind against him. “Swan, I’m not giving you what you want.”
“Please,” I beg him.
“No.” He pushes his dick against my ass. The material of his pants brushes against my skin and it has me grabbing at it, wanting more of his touch. Wanting more of anything. All of it. I want more. “This is your punishment.”
I don’t want to be punished anymore. I can’t handle it. I try to reach my orgasm, working my body against his hand, focusing on the release I so desperately need.
“Look at you trying to get off without me letting you.”
“Please, Devereaux. Let me come. I’m so close.”
“I know. I can feel it.” He plays with me for a few more seconds before he removes his hand, spinning me around as he does. He brings his hand to his lips, sucking the finger that was just inside me. His eyes blaze as they meet mine.
I gulp for air as I watch him suck my wetness off his finger. My chest heaves as I try to calm my body. I was so close.
“You’re an asshole,” I tell him when I realize he’s not going to let me come.
He grins. “You lied to me about your boyfriend.”
“So?”
“So, you needed to be punished.”
I do something unexpected. Something I know he would never expect from me. I reach down and palm his dick.
Chapter 21
Devereaux
* * *
The feel of Swan’s small hand sliding along my cock is something I’ll never forget as long as I live. But what is still flying through my mind at supersonic speed is the fact she doesn’t have a boyfriend. Not that I give a fuck about the asshole anyway, but it makes me believe everything we’re doing right now is ok, even though it’s not. This is still a forbidden line I’ve never crossed with an employee.
But I just can’t help myself.
I’ve never been addicted to anything in my life, but fuck, I’m addicted to her. The way she smells like coconuts on a warm day, and the way she moans when my finger pushes back inside her. She’s so goddamn wet for me.
And now her hand is on my cock.
My synapses are firing on all cylinders. There’s a ringing in my ears with a warning bell that says stop touching her.
This punishment backfired. I never expected to do anything with her.
Punish and dismiss.
I’d have all the power, but now she’s shifted the balance in her favor.
I’ve never been a stickler for rules, so I thrust my hips slightly against her palm. “What are you doing?” Fuck, the way she bats her long eyelashes up at me has me ready to snap.
“I’m doling out my form of punishment,” she says, her hand now rubbing against my dick.
“What am I being punished for?” I slip another finger inside her and watch her eyes roll back and her mouth fall open.
She’s so goddamn pretty.
“For kicking me out of your car.” She grinds her clit against the heel of my palm, trying to seek her orgasm, but I won’t let her come. Not yet.
“I told you why I did that.”
“Just because you had a good reason for committing the act doesn’t mean you shouldn’t be punished for it.” She works both hands on my belt buckle, and I hiss low and long.
She’s right. Doesn’t matter if you have the best reasons for committing a crime, you should still feel the wrath of punishment.
I glance over her shoulder when I hear a commotion downstairs. A red-haired man and a dark-haired man shove each other in the middle of the club. Onlookers raise their phones to take video, and I silently curse under my breath.
I pull my fingers out of Swan’s sweet pussy and suck them.
“No, no. You can’t stop,” she whines.
“Sorry, Swan, duty calls.” I nod toward the commotion, and she spins around, her hands abandoning my belt buckle.
“Oh, my god,” she says as she watches the two men fight and bark words at each other.
My security men are breaking up the fight, but I can already see a few bystanders on their phones, most likely calling the police. Or worse, taking video to post online.
That’s all I need.
“Stay here,” I tell her, not wanting her to be in the middle of this shit.
I fix my belt, and in two long strides, I’m exiting the room. I shut the door behind me, leaving Swan inside for her safety. At the same time I make it to the main area, the police barge through the front entrance. Guy Adams and another officer walk into my joint like they own the place.