His fingers inched closer to my needyentrance. “Do you want me to tell you what to do? How to please your Dom?”
Yes, that would be perfect.
Nodding, because full sentences weregetting hard, I made a pleading sound that thankfully must’ve been enough tomake him content because he kept teasing me. “If you want to please me, we’regoing to play a little game and reenact a scene from one of your books.”
Which book?
Which scene?
I might have had a habit of using my officeas the inspiration for a lot of sex scenes, so there was no way to guess whichone.
“Let me please you, Sir.” There weren’tmany scenes I’d written that didn’t appeal to me on a personal level. If we’dbeen in the bathroom I’d have asked more questions, but the office scenes weresome of my favorites.
“Lie down on your desk then.” He gave myass a pat as he watched me hungrily but stepped back.
That narrowed it down a little.
“Yes, Sir.” Heading over to the desk, Ipushed my keyboard away and had a flash of gratitude for the sales guy who’dtalked me into the monstrosity. There was plenty of room for work and fuckingon the huge desk and no matter what Tristan did to me, I wasn’t going to gocrashing to the floor.
I turned my head to watch his face as I satdown on the edge of the desk and leaned back slightly. When he nodded, Icontinued down until I was staring up at the ceiling with the balls of my feetbalanced on the edge.
We were down to about three options…
Tristan took his time walking over. I had afeeling he liked watching me squirm and just the feeling of tension that builtup in the room. By the time he made his way over to the desk, I was shaking andso slick I knew he had to be able to smell my desire.
As his hands caressed me just inches frommy erection and then slowly up toward my knees, I closed my eyes and forced outa long breath. Tristan was in charge and all I had to do was submit and relax.Just repeating the words in my head had my submission flooding to the surface.
Tension started fading away and all thatwas left was desire and anticipation.
“That’s my good omega. Who does your bodybelong to?” The words were hard to focus on as his hands stroked down theoutside of my thighs. When he got to the waistband of my sweats and startedeasing them down my legs, I forced the words out, worried he would stop.
“You…” I sucked in a breath to attempt toclear my head, but it didn’t work. “You…belong to…yes…”
I was naked.
Well, kind of naked. I still had my shirton, but the most important parts necessary to obtain an orgasm were now ondisplay.
As Tristan tossed my sweats to the floor,he spread my legs wider. One hand started stroking my legs again, but the otherseemed to be opening the desk drawers.
“Oh yes, here it is.” The excitement in hisvoice had my brain whirling.
What was he…
Ohhh…
“This was one of the first stories I readfrom your dirty alter ego.” Smooth wood trailed down the inside of my thigh. “Icouldn’t get the image out of my head. The needy omega boss. The commandingalpha Dom client. The wicked assistant who watched from the doorway. It couldhave been cliché, but it was so hot.”
I felt my face heating as well aseverything else.
The images in my head were so real I couldalmost walk through the fictional room and feel the desire and passion thatradiated from them and the dirty anxiety that the assistant had felt as he’dsecretly watched them.
I’d written the entire book over aboutthree days with almost no sleep, but it was one of my favorites.
When the hilt of the letter opener reachedmy slick entrance, I couldn’t hold back the moan that hit me. I knew what wasgoing to happen and that just made it even better.
Tristan gave a dirty, sexy chuckle and putjust enough pressure that the long, tapered handle inched into me. “I knew thiswould be in your drawer the first time I saw your desk.”
’Cause I’d written that scene with thisdesk in mind.
