Total pages in book: 125
Estimated words: 119250 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 596(@200wpm)___ 477(@250wpm)___ 398(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 119250 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 596(@200wpm)___ 477(@250wpm)___ 398(@300wpm)
“On your knees,” he ordered, pulling his fingers out of me before I’d come.
Stifling my protest, because it would only make Dante tease me more, I turned around and gave him a seductive smile before I sank down between his legs.
I didn’t take my eyes off him as I opened his zipper and took out his cock. Dante’s fingers tangled in my hair as I began blowing him. Dante’s breathing deepened.
Steps thundered down the hall before a half-hearted knock sounded.
My eyes widened and I jerked back. Dante pushed me under his desk and dragged his chair closer to hide his open pants.
“Dad, Anna keeps—”
“Didn’t I tell you to wait until I give you permission to enter?” Dante said sternly. I covered my mouth with my hand, worried my breathing was too loud. Even worse: a hysterical laugh wanted to burst forth, even if the situation wasn’t funny in the slightest.
“Yes, but—”
I stared at Dante’s erection right in front of my face and again had to fight down giggles. This was just too much.
“Is this a matter of life and death?”
“No,” Anna said. “Leonas is just—”
“Then it can wait. I’m working. Are you done with your homework?”
“No,” Leonas began and Dante cut in. “Then you should do that.”
“Where’s Mom?” Anna asked.
“She’s busy.”
I bit my lower lip, sure I’d lose it any moment now.
“In her office?” Leonas guessed.
“Do not disturb her. You need to figure out your conflicts by yourself.”
“Okay,” they said simultaneously. I didn’t understand how Dante could talk to them as if nothing was the matter when our kids had almost caught us in the act. I dug my teeth harder into my lip.
“Now back to your homework.”
“Okay,” Leonas grumbled.
Then steps sounded and the door clicked shut. I released a small breath then laughed quietly against Dante’s thigh. Dante’s fingers tangled in my hair as he pushed his chair back a bit to look down at me. “Keep sucking.”
“Dante—”
He gently pushed me closer to his cock. “Suck my cock, Val.”
With an indignant huff, I took him into my mouth and really worked him deeply. Soon my arousal returned full force, the almost blunder forgotten.
Dante’s hips twitched, a clear sign that he was getting closer.
“Enough.”
I pulled back and Dante got up, holding out his hand for me. I took it and he pulled me to my feet. “Bent over the desk.”
I began to shake my head but he walked over to the door and engaged the lock. I laughed, couldn’t help it. “That was close.”
He stalked toward me and kissed me hard. “Over the desk, Val.” Pulling my skirt up to expose my ass, I leaned over the desk then smiled coyly at Dante who rubbed his erection slowly. Exposed like this, I felt naughty and impossibly aroused.
He stepped close to me and began to rub his tip over my sensitive folds, up and down, parting me. A low groan rumbled in his chest when he pushed in slowly. I gripped the edge of the desk, my eyes rolling back.
Soon I had to press my lips together to keep in moans and Dante’s grunts became less controlled as well. I was beyond caring. The library was far enough from the office.
“Harder,” I begged, and Dante complied, digging his fingers into my hips. We were both getting closer when Dante moved back. “Turn around,” he said. I slowly rolled over until I lay on my back across his desk. We were creating a complete mess on his papers. I’d never cared less. Since Bea’s birth, we’d made careful love in our bed at night when the kids were asleep. This was the first wild fuck and I craved it like a drug.
Dante hooked his arms under my thighs and jerked me against him, impaling me on his length. He bent over me as he pounded into me and kissed me passionately, swallowing my moans. His jacket caged me in. God, nothing was sexier than Dante taking me fully clothed in his three-piece suit.
The photo frame tumbled off the desk and a pen holder rattled in the most annoying way. I pressed my heels into Dante’s back, arching against him as pleasure radiated from my center into every nerve-ending of my body. Dante groaned into my mouth and twitched inside of me as my walls spasmed around him.
“Wow,” I breathed.
Dante smiled.
Steps thundered down the hall once more, a knock sounded then the handle moved down, but the lock prevented a debacle.
Dante shook his head with an exasperated laugh.
The handle rattled. “Dad?” Leonas called.
“Is it locked?” Anna asked distantly.
Dante breathed into my ear. “Why did you have to hand down your aversion to closed doors to our son?”
I giggled into his shoulder, clenching around him again. He sucked in a quiet breath.
“Dad?” Leonas’ voice became almost indignant. Maybe he thought Dante was playing a prank on him. The handle jiggled again.