Shelly was lost to every lustful thing Drake was doing to her. Each word and touch had become an intimate dance. She couldn’t contradict him because everything he said was completely true.
Now he was giving her exactly what she wanted. Anal play got her off like nothing else. Her dark secret had long been her deepest source of embarrassment. It’d been the instigator that’d gotten her to accept her first Boardroom invitation. The simple possibility that maybe in here, she could have this pleasure without the shame.
And she had, but never like this.
Drake was a master at drawing out every erotic sensation from that area until she begged to be completely filled.
A soft click snapped through the peripheral sounds to trigger her hunger. She bit her lip, hope coiling in her stomach. The first touch of his lubed finger ripped a desperate breath from her. Yes. She squeezed her eyes closed, focused on the slow descent of his finger into the one place she shouldn’t like.
But she did.
God, how she loved it.
That sense of being full that didn’t match anything else. That perception of wrongness even though it felt so good. Like so much that happened in the Boardroom, this was as much a declaration of freedom as the claiming of a right.
Even if she still couldn’t ask for it.
Her hand slid down the wall, “yes” coming out around a moan. She inhaled in time with his withdrawal. His next descent was harder, faster. Pleasure hit her core before the intensity spread. Her muscles clenched, drawing tight around the intrusion.
She bit her lip and choked back the groan that rumbled in her chest. Yes. This. He worked her like he owned her. Like he understood every dark desire she otherwise smothered, slowing to tease the rim, preparing and tempting at once.
“Look at you,” Drake said, his voice rough. He dragged his nails over the curve of her butt cheek. The harsh marks stung before pooling with the heat in her groin. “So damn naughty.”
Only in here.
He breached her with another finger, the added girth stretching her so sweetly. The twinge of pain was nothing compared to the thrill of what he was prepping her for.
“Please,” she begged, rolling her hips in encouragement. “Don’t stop.” Don’t ever stop. She could pretend here, with desire melting her resistance and weaving dreams she couldn’t keep.
The first touch to her clit sent her scrambling to gain a hold on the wall. Her breath shorted out as pleasure overtook everything. The dual stimuli scattered her thoughts and brought her focus back to just this.
To the desire building in her groin. To the luxury of getting exactly what she wanted—without having to ask. To Drake.
Just Drake.
Her breaths increased with the pounding of her heart. “Drake.” Her whispered plea held the desperate edge he’d pushed her so close to already.
“Not yet.”
His sharp order had her biting back her curse. Heat flamed across her nape and down her back. The high cry of another woman morphed with a deep rumbled groan to remind her they weren’t alone.
She pried her eyes open, mouth parting in search of air. She ran her tongue over her dry lips, which left her longing for Drake’s kiss. For the hard crush of his lips and the sweep of his tongue over hers.
A half-naked couple was perched on the edge of the credenza. The steady movement of the man’s hips drove the image into her senses until she could almost feel him powering into her.
On cue Drake plunged his fingers into her ass on the same relentless pace the other man was using. Each quick descent rocked her forward and stole her breath. “Imagine how good it’ll be when I’m fucking you like that,” Drake taunted, proving he really was a mind reader. The pressure increased on her clit, the quick little circles timed to match the pace of his other hand.
“Yes,” she panted, easing her legs wider. “Fuck me.” The last came out as a plea more than a demand. “Please.” Her desperation rode clear in the single word.
“Soon. Fuck.” Drake pulled away, leaving her gasping for air. Her head spun. Need trembled through every limb to leave her dizzy and lost. Her pussy pulsed in time with her ass in a dual urgency for more. Would he oblige her? Give her what she truly craved?
She peered over her shoulder to catch a glimpse of him. His gaze was locked on her ass, his breaths short. The flush on his cheeks matched the heat blazing from his hooded gaze. The perfect lines of his suit added to the power he exuded without thought. All of it, every little nuance from the slight stubble on his cheeks to the perfect knot of his tie had her craving more. Of him, of this, of something beyond the limitations of these walls.
Drake lifted his gaze in a slow glide that singed her back before it locked on hers. The blatant desire ignited her own. Yes. Her cry remained silent, though. Her wishes locked behind the knot in her throat.
He caressed the curve of her ass in firm strokes that soothed and enticed. “You want both, don’t you?” His low question really wasn’t one. She closed her eyes, shame crashing with hunger in that tantalizing mix of right and wrong, naughty and so damn perfect.
Her chest tightened until she could barely catch a breath. Would he really make her respond when he already knew the answer?
His quiet chuckle tumbled up her spine to leave a trail of goose bumps behind. The teasing little prickles heightened her awareness, while emphasizing the deep ache he’d so expertly built.
“Shelly.” He leaned over her, his warmth cloaking her in security. “My sweet, sweet Shelly.” His breath caressed her neck. His tone touched her heart. Longing and reverence entwined to pull her dreams forward when she’d tried so hard to lock them down.
Each kiss he trailed up her neck landed like an unspoken promise. “Yes.” Please. She hummed with the sexual energy Drake had created. She was beyond applying thought and logic to the night.
Just feel. That’s all she had to do. Let go and feel.
The first nudge of the toy at her anus wasn’t a surprise. No, it was welcomed. Her whimper was one of joy as he eased the plug into her. The widening cone stretched her muscles to the point of pain, but she never protested. Each bite and sting that snapped through her ass cozied up to the promise of what was yet to come.
He traced his finger around her rim as he eased the plug out and then slowly back in. “That’s it,” he coaxed. “It’s almost there.”
She had no idea what size he’d selected, but it felt huge at this point. The fullness overwhelmed her senses in that beautiful way she craved. She had no clue why, and it was never the same when she played on her own.
Drake whipped a chair around and urge her to prop her foot on the seat. The shift in position let the plug slip in on a quick sting before her muscles contracted around the smaller base. Relief and need escaped on a long sigh.
“Damn, Shell.” He tapped the base of the plug in a steady beat that shot straight to her pussy. “I can’t wait to get in you. To fuck you until you beg.”
She squirmed beneath the relentless desire he’d stirred up so easily. Her dress was draped over her hips, the silky material teasing her nipples into hard peaks that ached for attention.
The plug pushed against the sensitive muscles of her rim while invading her most forbidden place. It filled her as nothing should and left her aching for that undefined more. Anything. Something to feed the gnawing urge that buzzed over her skin and clawed at her desire.
“Drake.” Her breathy plea scratched over her throat. That was as close as she could come to telling him to fuck her. To fill her and claim her until there was just him.
Drake. The man she could only have in here.