Chapter 75

Miles takes the paperwork off of his desk, straightens it, and then places it into one of the drawers.

“You look stressed,” he says, eyes back on me. “I think you need a distraction before we talk.”

“You can’t mean… here…” I say, disbelieving at first, but the fire in his eyes burns me from the inside out.

Miles just hums and beckons me closer with a crook of his finger.

I’m a moth to his flame, walking to my death with each forward step. What a pleasurable death it is sure to be however.

When I reach the front of the desk, I places his hand flat on the desktop. “It’s sturdy,” he says.

Images flash through my head. Both of us naked, me, sprawled over the desk, him draped over me, thrusting into me so hard that the desk screeches against the tiles. Immediately, my panties damp and suddenly all I can think about is Miles fucking me on this big desk.

When did I become such a wanton slut as to want to fuck a congressmen here in the capital?

“Miles…” I whimper, not sure how I should feel. What I should want.

“I got you, baby,” he says, and abruptly stands. “Though maybe not how you expect.” Loosening his tie, he walks around to the front of his desk where I’m standing. He stops a handful of inches away.

He’s already lost his jacket, it’s been hanging on the back of his chair since before I walked in, and his long sleeves are rolled up to the elbows.

His eyes trace over me again, his gaze like a caress. I push forward my chest again but this time, his gaze stops on my hips. Today I’m wearing a pencil skirt with thigh high stockings.

Slowly, he reaches out his hand and places his first finger over where my pantie line must show at my hip. Agonizingly slow, he drags his finger down, following the feel of the seam until he can’t anymore, the tight stretch of my skirt denying him access.

“Roll up your skirt,” he says.

“Miles…” I’m embarrassed, my cheeks burning. I want to do what he says, but what if someone walks in. My eyes drift toward the door.

Miles follows the length of my gaze. “My assistant left after directing you. No one else is here this late but security and the janitorial staff. Neither will come in here without permission.”

He sounds so authoritative that I believe him.

“Now,” he says, keeping that same bossy tone. “Roll up. Your skirt.”

I worry my bottom lip with my teeth as I trail my hands down my hips. Finding the base of my pencil skirt mid-though, I slowly start to tug it up, up, up, until it’s right below the apex of my thighs.

“Keep going,” Miles says, his eyes on the prize. “Show me those panties I dream about.”

At his command, I continue lifting my skirt until finally stopping at my waist.

Miles licks his lips. “Gods, you have to let me have this pair.”

“Miles!” Fresh heat burns my face.

“You have no idea how fucking hot you are, Esther. Every time I see them, I’ll remember how you look in this moment. Obeying my orders, blushing all the way down your shirt.” Miles inches closer, stepping right up into my space, boxing me against the edge of the desk. “Hold on while I claim my prize.”

“Your…?”

Miles lowers himself to his knees.

I grab the edge of the desk with both hands, holding on for dear life.

His fingers trace the edge of my panties before sliding under the hem. He tugs them down, revealing my pussy, that he watches with hungry eyes. Down, he pulls my panties over my knees to my ankles. He helps me step out of them, then pockets them.

I gasp in excitement and nervousness. I’ve never done anything like this before. No one’s wanted my panties, or had me up against their desk. I know he’s said no one will catch us but the excitement that they might courses through me, sending shivers along my spine.

“You have your prize,” I say, my voice breathy and shaking.

“Not yet, I don’t,” Miles says and surges forward, tongue first.

He pushes his tongue between my folds, searching out my clit. His fingers follow after, holding the folds back and –

“Ah!” I gasp. My knuckles whiten from the force of my grip.

Taking my clit in his mouth, he hums. The vibrations travel all the way up my spine.

Then, he laps at my clit like he’d die if he didn’t. Relentless with his attentions, even as I half-heartedly try to squirm away. It’s almost too much. He’s not holding me down. I can leave if I want. I don’t want, so I force myself still. Encouraged by my stillness, he continues, attacking my clit with his hot, wet tongue.

Never in my life have I felt anything like this. He’s kissed down there before, during our night of passion, but even that wasn’t like this. Then, it had been a step on a journey, a means to an end. Now, it feels like this is his main event.

When he slides one of his fingers up and inside of me, I nearly buck straight off the desk.

He pulls off of me with a wet pop. “Lean back if you want. But I’m not quitting until you come twice on my tongue.”

“Twice?” I gasp.

He answers with his mouth, pressing it back against me and continuing his ministrations with renewed fervor.

My legs go week, so I slump back on the desk. Those useless legs, Miles catches and hikes over his shoulder, giving him better access. His tongue drops to my entrance where he laps around the finger he has inside of me. A finger he curls forward into my walls, hitting that tender spot inside of me.

The spot, until I met Miles, I didn’t even know was there.

“Oh!” I slap my hand over my mouth to keep from crying out too loudly. I want to scream his name until I’m hoarse. It’s all I am thinking in my mind, over and over.

Miles. Mile. Pleasure! Miles.

I’m not going to last. I want to warn him so I say harshly, “Almost!” The word feels punched out of my lungs.

He doesn’t let up. He licks back up to my clit and that’s all I can take. My pussy clenches. My back bows. My nipples harden, pushing up into the lace of my bra.

I scream into my mouth “Mi—umph!”

He just keeps going.

I gasp, unable to catch my breath. “Mi-miles?” It’s so sensitive, but still so good. Just the right side of pleasure pain.

With his fingers moving in and out of my pussy, he pulls his mouth away. His breath is hot on my wet heat.

“I said twice.”

God. This is the most perfect torture. My body ignites anew, just like that. My pussy, already damp, starts to clench again.

I claw at the desk behind me, knocking off paperweights and pens. His keyboard falls into his chair.

Neither of us give a shit.

Miles lowers his mouth, curls his fingers, and brings me to paradise again.