Excited for the night to begin, I finished organizing the folders for Mr. Clement and then I checked my cell for the time. It was nearing 6:00 p.m. My date was at 8:00 p.m.
Before I could take the folders to the filing cabinet, Jude’s office door swung open and he stepped out with his fingertips buried in his front pockets.
“Come into my office before you go, Miss Taylor,” he said, turning his back before I could even respond or tell him I was in a hurry and had somewhere to be.
With a heavy sigh, I put the folders down and walked into his office. He was standing in front of the wide floor-to-ceiling window now, where a view of the ocean wasn’t too far off.
“You’ve been smiling at your phone all week,” he said, glancing over his shoulder.
“Yeah…so?” I frowned a little.
“Who have you been talking to?”
“A guy,” I said, realizing this was my chance to rub it in his face. He had Michaela and I had a date. There was no rule saying I couldn’t date in between my Sunday fucks. Plus, I wanted him to realize he wasn’t the only guy I talked to.
“A guy,” he repeated, and he turned fully to look at me. He looked me over, scanning me with icy eyes.
“Yes, Jude, a guy. It’s a date. Though you never arrange them with me, I’m sure you’ve heard of those.”
He chuckled lowly, like he was truly amused by this. “This…guy…” He pointed a finger at me, stepping closer. “Does he know you’re getting fucked by your boss every Sunday?”
My heart stumbled over the next beat, surprised by his sentence that was so lax, but still packed one hell of a punch.
“No, of course not,” I answered quickly, as not to seem too dumbfounded.
“Of course he doesn’t,” Jude mumbled, coming closer. The gap between us was closing and my breath became sticky in my lungs. When Jude was right in front of me, I noticed how serious his eyes were. How he seemed slightly agitated with me but was trying to keep his cool all at once.
“Does he know that when I eat your pussy, I sometimes slide a finger in your ass and it makes you come in a matter of seconds?”
“Jude,” I warned as his chest bumped against mine.
“Does he?” he asked with soft demand.
“No. I just met him, Mr. Clement,” I whispered, taking a small step back.
Jude tilted his head to look me over again. Then he bumped against me until my back was against the wall and his hand was on my shoulder.
“Don’t ‘Mr. Clement’ me. I’m tired of this fucking game. Get on your knees,” he growled, and I slowly sank into a squat, leaning forward and letting my knees hit the marble. While I did, Jude unbuckled his belt and then undid his pants.
I looked down, swallowing. He was hard. So hard. He pulled his thick, beautiful c*ck out and I looked up, meeting blue eyes.
“Open your mouth,” he commanded, and as badly as I wanted to tell him no, I couldn’t. I wanted to taste him. I’d wanted him all week long. Plus, when it came down to this—to having any kind of sex with him—I always obeyed. I submitted. God, I loved to submit and he most definitely loved to control.
I dropped my chin and before I could get comfortable, Jude shoved himself into my mouth, groaning ravenously when the head of his c*ck hit the back of my throat. I couldn’t help but gag around him as he planted his pal
ms on the wall inches above his head, and started a hard, quick thrust into my mouth.
“You can go on your little date, Jenna,” Jude groaned. “But just remember that your p*ssy—this mouth—is mine. All mine.”
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