My Dad's Bestfriend (Evelyn and Jacob) novel Chapter 265

Sienna

The second Alex's mouth found my pussy, a wave of sensation washed over me, and I surrendered to it. Completely.

His tongue explored, a deep, insistent pressure that stole my breath.

His hands landed on my hips, holding me steady to him as the pleasure intensified, the sounds of his tongue exploring my hole filling the space around us. I clung to him, a whimper escaping my lips, my body trembling on the precipice.

"Alex..." I gasped, my vision blurring at the edges.

I gripped onto his hair tight, holding onto for dear life as his tongue continued a relentless wicked assault, that threatened to unravel me. Completely. Utterly. As his.

God! The things he did to me...he did them just fucking right.

"Oh my," I gasped, my head falling back, my back aching against the unforgiving edge of the cold desk.

The world titled—my legs trembled with a building anticipation. My moans echoing the office.

God! I was so gone that I didn't even care if the people outside could hear us.

Maybe they could.

And maybe each and every one of them knew what their boss was doing to me, throwing me over his desk like that and ruining me. Driving me insane—even if they didn't know—from my moans and scream, anyone would figure out what Alexander Grayson was actually doing to me.

"You are right there, Flower," Alex murmured, a low chuckle rumbling against my skin, his teeth grazing against my clit.

Oh fuck.

A cry escaped my lips, involuntary and raw. My eyes squeezed shut against the rising tide of sensation.

"Oh..oh..oh," my hips bucked as his tongue continued pushing at my clit, flicking over with a speed that left me trembling.

And then the world exploded.

It was more than just pleasure; it was a complete and utter annihilation of my own fucking self. A blinding, soul-shattering release that stole my breath and left me trembling in his arms.

The aftershocks rose throughout me and I trembled, totally spent, as he licked me clean, the soft and teasing touch of his tongue against my sensitive pussy, made me shiver every time it met me.

The waves of my release receded slowly, leaving me trembling and boneless against the mahogany desk.

The air in the room felt thick, heavy with the scent of my arousal and the lingering ghost of my climax.

Alex didn't move immediately after licking me clean; he remained poised above me, his breath was warm and damp against my pulsing pussy and the sensitive skin of my inner thigh.

And when his gaze finally lifted to meet mine, the world seemed to still. His piercing blue eyes had darkened—predatory, hungry—and the sheer intensity in them sent a shiver crawling down my spine.

There was promise in that look. A silent vow of what he could do to me, of how easily he could unravel me if he chose to—And god! I'd never be able to get over this man.

He looked like a predator who'd just savored his favorite taste and was already imagining the next bite. The corner of his mouth curved into a slow, satisfied smile—beautiful, dangerous, and devastating enough to make my heartbeat falter.

"There you are," he murmured, his voice low and sensual, "Surrendering isn't that bad, is it?"

His words made heat rush to my cheeks, but my tongue refused to move.

Not after what he'd done to me—what he'd made my body feel.

He rose from his kneeling position, fluid and commanding, every inch of him radiating control. The loss of his nearness was a shock, like stepping out of warmth into cold air. My skin prickled, craving the heat he'd left behind.

When did I become so addicted for Alex?

I watched, unable to breathe, as his fingers went to his shirt buttons. One by one, they came undone, slow and deliberate—as if he knew I was watching, as if he was doing it for me. Each new glimpse of golden skin felt sin. My own fucking sin.

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