Love, Utley (Love Letters #1)

“You’re a bad girl, Miss Utley.” A finger traces over my panties, right over my slit. “Should we find out how bad?”

Holy Jesus.

I nod. And my chin automatically lifts for a kiss.

Maddox leans down, his mouth an inch away from mine. “No kissing. Or else your lips will get all swollen and red, and everyone will know.”

His lips brush against mine with every word, then he pulls back.

And kneels down.

“Lie back.” His whisper sends a shiver racing down my spine straight to my clit.

Doing as I’m told, I lower myself until I’m lying back across the desk.

Maddox grips my legs and adjusts them until they’re settled over his shoulders. Then, with his arms hooked up and around my thighs, he pulls me to the edge of the desk.

My skirt is yanked up, and he leaves it bunched on top of my stomach.

I expect him to tell me to lift my hips so he can pull my underwear off, but he tugs them aside, keeping them on while exposing my core.

“Hmm, what’s this, Miss Utley?” I can feel his exhaled words against my bare flesh.

He slides his finger against my entrance, up the length of me, and I press a hand over my mouth to keep from gasping out loud.

“Did you come into your boss’s office with a dripping pussy?” He drags his finger back down. “Does that seem like good behavior or bad behavior?”

Without waiting for an answer, Maddox closes his mouth over my clit and sucks.

My back arches, and my feet hook together behind Maddox’s head while I try not to make a sound.

I close my eyes, and I drop my arm across my face.

Maddox doesn’t stop.

His tongue works up and down my slit, pushing deeper and deeper until he’s licking inside me.

Pressure is applied to my clit, and I imagine it’s his thumb pressing against me.

I want to scream. I want to rip all the clothes from my body.

I want —

A finger pushes into me, and I clench.

Maddox moans against me.

His tongue licks again. And again.

Heat fills my limbs, and I feel the need to release rapidly building inside me.

He pushes his finger deeper and closes his lips around my clit.

Maddox sucks on the little bundle of nerves as the tip of his tongue rubs it.

“M—” I drop my hand from my mouth. “Mr. Lovelace, I’m so close.” My words are soft pants into the silent room.

His lips release my clit so he can flatten his tongue against me for one last swipe.