TEMPTED. ||BEYNIKA

Mistake. 4

ONIKA didn't turn at the soft knock on her door. Her desk faced the window not the door, but she didn't need to turn around to know who had entered the room. "I know, Elliot. Ms. Knowles is waiting. Tell her I'll have the damn file to her in five minutes. I want one final look at it."

"Actually, I thought I would look at it while you were finishing up with it - just to expedite the process." Beyoncé's deep voice spoke beside her and she glanced upward, groaning inwardly.

"I need five minutes," she mumbled.

"No problem." She rested hisr hand on the back of her chair and started to read the screen. "We'll look at it together."

Onika swallowed nervously. Beyoncé was standing too close. She smelled delicious and she imagined that she could almost feel the heat from her body. Her crotch was right beside her head and she kept stealing glances at it and licking her lips. She wondered what she would do if she reached out and unzipped her jeans. What she would say if she pulled her cock out and wrapped her lips around it. She took another quick look as her nipples tightened, and her mouth went dry.

Suddenly it didn't seem to matter that her office door was wide open or that just earlier this morning she had told her it was a bad idea. The thought of sucking her cock was heating her up and making her tingle with anticipation. She had to squeeze the arms of her chair to stop herself from reaching for her zipper.

"Ms. Onika, if you keep looking at my dick and licking your lips, I'm going to unzip my pants right here," Beyoncé said without taking her eyes off the screen. "I don't think I have to tell you what will happen next."

Her stomach clenched with pleasure and she whipped her head back to the computer screen in front of her, willing herself not to lick her lips again. She had wrangled her thick hair into a ponytail this morning and she capture the end of it, pulling until she was forced to look up at her. "Unless, of course, you want me to unzip my pants? Just say the word and I'll do it, Onika."

Still holding her ponytail in one hand, she traced her mouth with the index finger of her other one. She pushed and she parted her lips so she could slip the tip of her finger inside her warm, wet mouth. She closed her lips around her finger and sucked hard.

"Jesus," she muttered.

She let her suck for a few seconds, closing her eyes and groaning when she tipped her head forward and took her entire finger into her mouth. She moved her mouth back and forth along her finger, rubbing her tongue around it and sucking eagerly. For a moment, her hand tightened almost painfully in her hair, and then she was pulling her finger free and releasing her grip on her hair. She kept her eyes closed for a moment, panting harshly in her quiet office, before finally looking at her.

Her face red, she stared at her in horror. "I'm so sorry, Beyoncé . I shouldn't have done that. That was really, um, inappropriate."

"I started it," she rasped.

She took a deep breath as she cleared her throat. "We need to finish this file."

"Right, the file." Beyoncé's voice was still hoarse, and she grimaced as she bent down and looked back at the screen. "So far it seems to be looking good."

Her head was right next to Onika's and she could feel Beyoncé's warm breath on her cheek. She inhaled when Beyoncé's right hand slipped into the top of her jacket and under her camisole. She cupped her naked breast, squeezing it roughly before rubbing her nipple between her thumb and finger.

"Beyoncé," she moaned.

"I'm sorry. I can't seem to keep my hands off of you." Despite her apology, she continued to touch her, and she closed her eyes as pleasure drenched her insides.