Fulfillment(18)

I sucked in a breath as he dragged his hands back up my bare back, pushing the dress off my shoulders so that it fell to the floor, leaving me in nothing but my black lace bra, G-string and garter. He walked around to my front and eyed me from top to toe. “You’ve got new underwear.”

“Yes, Clarissa helped me find some maternity lingerie that was not hideously ugly.”

“Hmmm.” He stepped forward and unclipped the front of my bra at the strap, so that it fell forward exposing my breast.

His face lit up, and I couldn’t help but laugh.

“I like maternity bras—easy access.” He bent down and tongued my nipple. Holy fuck! I like them too. Reaching up, he unclipped the other side then gently squeezed and rolled my nipple between his fingers, compelling me to moan for him, which intensified his actions. I gripped his head and flexed my fingers through his sexy hair. He growled then let me go and walked straight to his office door. What? Where the fuck are you going? Get back here now, God damn it!

I was just about to hurl abuse at him and jump on his back to prevent him from leaving the room, when he locked the office door and turned around slowly. Then, prowling toward me with a sexy-as-hell stride, he loosened his tie and unbuttoned his shirt. He is just so fucking hot, I can barely breathe.

He laid his shirt and tie over the back of the sofa in the middle of his office then continued on to where I was standing. Reaching for my face, he cupped my cheeks in his hands and he slammed his mouth to mine. I grabbed his arse, pulling him into my pelvis and lifting my leg to wrap around his waist. He reached down and secured it by placing his hand behind my knee, and gently laying me down on top of the table.

“Are you comfortable?” he asked.

“Sure.” Sexy and sweet, I’m luckier than a leprechaun.

I propped myself up on my elbows and watched him disappear down my body until he had his fingers hooked into my underwear, pulling them down. He scrunched them up, and I watched him place them in his pocket. Oh, I’ll be getting those back Mr. G-String Thief, so don’t even think about it.

He rolled one of the chairs from around the table in front of me then casually took a seat. I smirked at him, amused at his position at the table. Well, taking a seat does make sense, I guess. Grabbing both my ankles, he placed each foot on the armrest of his chair and leaned forward with a salacious grin before tongue-fucking my clit.

My head fell back and my nipples hardened. “Fuck...Bryce,” I exhaled.

“That comes next, Hunny.”

“You’re so ba—” he inserted his fingers in between licks of his tongue. “Bad, you’re so fucking bad.”

Suddenly the phone rang, and as casually as he would normally answer it, Bryce reached over and hit speaker. “Bryce Clark speaking.”

“Bryce, it’s Arthur. Have you got a minute?” Santa! Seriously, your timing is impeccable.

“Sure, how can I help you, Arthur?” he answered nonchalantly. I pulled my head back up and mouthed ‘what the fuck’.

“I’ve been speaking to the Corporate Partners Co-ordinator in relation to the marquee at the Grand Prix...” Arthur said. Bryce leaned forward again and dragged his tongue slowly across my pussy. I nearly shrieked, but instead, I flinched and clenched my thighs together, capturing his head in between them. He eyed me greedily.

“...The entire proposal for the marquee’s function has been submitted...” Geezus, Santa. Spit it out. “...Are you happy for me to okay the specifics of the proposal? I’m sure you’ll be more than satisfied.” Arthur asked.

Bryce stuck out his tongue and flicked at my clit sending my body into a subdued frenzy as my orgasm bordered explosion. I bit my lip.

“Bryce?” Arthur asked a little impatient.

“Yes, Arthur, that is fine. I’m happy for you to sign off on it.”

“Sorry, am I interrupting you?”

“I’m just eating my lunch,” Bryce answered while eyeing me devilishly. My mouth fell open, and I sat up.

“Oh, sorry, I’ll let you go then.”

“No, that’s not necessary. Alexis is here with me though, and just to let you know Arthur, you’re on speaker.”

“Oh. Hello, Ms. Summers. Sorry to interrupt your lunch. I won’t hold Bryce up for much longer.”

My face was flushed, and my lips were pursed. Bryce had a vice grip on my hips, knowing I’d try and leave.

“Hello, Arthur,” I said through gritted teeth. “There’s no rush. Bryce is the only one eating, and anyway, he is finished now.” I raised my eyebrow which was the most stupid thing I could’ve done, because almost instantly Bryce thrust his fingers into me with such force I gasped. I quickly covered my mouth and glared at him while my body thoroughly enjoyed his finger-fuck.