“That’s right, baby. Strip off your skirt, too.”
She unzipped it and dropped it to the floor.
He sighed. “I love seeing you naked. Now tell me what you’re doing.”
“I’m wrapping my hand around your cock and pressing it to me.” She knelt on his leather chair and pressed his hard tip to her slickness. It was as hot as a branding iron. “Now I’m lowering myself onto your cock.”
“How does it feel?” he murmured against her ear.
“Oh, God,” she whimpered. “It feels so good.”
He groaned. “Fuck me now, Sylvia.”
“Yes, Master.” She gripped his shoulders and lifted her body, then lowered again.
He grasped her hips and guided her up and down. His thick cock stroked her sensitive passage and pleasure rose within her. She was already so close from his teasing her clit.
“I’m close, Mr. King. So close.”
His big cock pumped into her.
“Sylvia,” he murmured softly against her ear. “You make me feel so good.”
Then he nipped her earlobe and as the pleasure swelled through her, she remembered what he’d asked.
“Oh, you’re going to make me come.” Bliss blossomed within her. “Oh, yes.” She tightened her arms around him. “Erik… I… Oh, God.” Joy blasted through her. “Oh, Erik.” Then her voice turned to a high-pitched wail as she shot off to ecstasy.
He kept thrusting, driving her pleasure higher and higher, her wail echoing through the room.
“Ah, fuck, baby.” He jerked upward, and heat erupted inside her.
She gasped and moaned again.
Finally, she slumped against him. “Oh, Erik,” she murmured against his ear. “I love you.”
Mr. Grant stared at the phone, his stomach so tight he thought it had turned to rock.
Instead of hanging up, King had put the phone on speaker, so he would hear him fucking Sylvia. His gut had turned inside out when he’d heard her call King by his first name. Then when she’d said she loved him…
Fuck!
But he wasn’t so sure. She might have convinced herself she loved him, especially to make her situation more palatable, or maybe King had commanded her. Maybe he wanted her love so much, he had her say it so he could convince himself it was true.
But Mr. Grant was sure Sylvia’s heart was still his.
And he’d thrown it away. God, he was a fucking fool.
Sylvia was the best thing that had ever happened to him and his desire to keep a distance… to keep his heart unencumbered… had totally backfired. Because he knew now that he couldn’t live without her.
Fuck, he had to find a way to get her back.