Oh God.

Yes.

He was between my thighs before I could fully process what was happening.

I could feel the hard pants of his breath brushing along my folds, making me want to have his mouth right on me.

I had to be stupid or insane—or hell, both—to be doing this. I’d only known Cole for a couple of weeks, and he was my boss. This could be employment suicide. Although I should care, I didn’t. I wanted this desperately.

And when he placed his hands on my inner thighs, curled his fingers into my flesh, and leaned in so close I felt the lightest brush of his mouth against my pussy lips, everything inside of me stilled. I thought I’d get off right then and there.

I may be a virgin, but I’d gotten myself off plenty of times.

But I knew having an orgasm with Cole would be better than anything I could do with myself.

For long seconds all he did was breathe against me, maybe inhaling my scent, taking me into his body. And when I shifted slightly so I could look at him, I could see how tense he looked. His eyes were closed, his jaw set hard. He was trying to control himself.

He opened his eyes then, his gaze dark, penetrating. “You smell so fucking good, baby.” He tightened his hands on my thighs. “You’re so fucking wet, and it is all because you want me, baby. Isn’t that right?”

I inhaled sharply, my throat so dry it was like I’d swallowed sand.

“I want to devour you, to eat you out until you come all over my face.”

I shook from his words, from the need I heard in his voice.

Cole jerked me down the table and closer to his mouth. I was perched on the edge, and when he pulled my pussy lips apart, I gasped. He placed his entire mouth on me. Right. On. Me. He used his tongue to lick every inch of me, used his teeth to tease the ultra-sensitive flesh until I was undulating for him.

He was an animal as he devoured me. With his mouth on my clit, sucking me wildly, making me writhe for him, I knew I’d come from this.

“You were made for me.” His words were muffled against my flesh but had the effect of gasoline on fire. “You’re so damn responsive for me.” He was aggressive as he sucked on the little nub, making me pant and squirm for him, drawing out my pleasure.

Cole slipped a hand under my ass and angled my lower half up and into his mouth. I had to grit my teeth so I didn’t come right then. I wanted this to last.

I could feel my pussy cream coating my inner thighs. I should have been embarrassed, but truth was I knew he liked it, knew he was harder because of it.

He sucked on me a few more seconds, but then suddenly he picked me up, turned, and sat down with me on his lap. With a leg hanging over either side of his body, and our faces only an inch apart, I could smell myself on his mouth. I felt how hard he was under me, a stiff rod beneath my ass.

Cole speared his hand behind my head and into my hair, gripped the strands in a tight, nearly painful grip, and jerked me forward. He claimed my mouth with his, stroked his tongue along mine, and took full possession. He owned me right now.

He secured my wrists at my lower back with a hand and pulled my upper body back. The position was slightly uncomfortable but turned me on so damn badly. The position angled my pelvis more toward his dick, which was right where we both wanted it.

One hand was positioned at my lower back, keeping my wrists in place but also keeping me in this position. The other hand was currently on my waist, his fingers digging into my skin. But he soon moved that hand on my waist lower, over my belly, along my navel, and finally stopped right above my clit.

“You’re so fucking greedy for me, so damn ready for my cock.” He moved his fingers through my folds, so agonizingly slowly that I had to grit my teeth and focus so it didn’t end too soon. “You taste so damn good, so sweet.” Cole slipped his fingers through my folds, smoothing them down my cleft, gathering my cream. He lifted his hand up, showed me his now glistening digits, and brought them to his mouth.

I was so aroused as I watched him sucked the cream off, his lips and tongue making sure to get every last drop.

“Make me yours irrevocably.”

He gripped my chin and kissed me, forcing me to taste myself on him. When he pulled away, I was panting.

“When this is all said and done, there won’t be any going back. You’ll be mine, and I’ll make that known to any motherfucker who tries to come near you.”

I couldn’t breathe.

“Does that scare you? Do I scare you?”

I shook my head. “No, I want that.”

I need that desperately.