Addicted 2 Moni

Boss Baby Continued....

Harmony POV

<Currently 8:15am>

"Good morning, Mr. Ross," I say with a flirty smile, walking confidently toward his desk.

Dewayne stands up slowly, his brows raising, a look of surprise flickering across his face. "Baby... Moni. What are you doing here?"

"Ooop," Mika says under his breath, immediately spinning on his heels and closing the door behind him without another word.

I smirk, letting my eyes roam over Dewayne's frame—cream button-up, dark slacks that hang just right, and that freshly trimmed beard I love. He looks damn near edible.

"I work here, silly," I say, stepping around his desk and standing in front of him.

He grins that signature devilish grin and bites his bottom lip. "Is that so?"

Without warning, his large hands lift me effortlessly onto the desk. I let out a soft gasp, and he doesn't waste time. His lips find my neck, suckling softly, trailing heat down my skin.

"You're not upset? Think it's kind of creepy and clingy?" I ask, raising a brow as his mouth finds that tender spot near my collarbone.

"Of course not, baby. Why'd you do all this for me?" he asks, glancing around the revamped office.

"What do you mean, 'why'? Your office should reflect you. That old one was stale. No personality. No warmth. I just thought it needed something... more. I found a few things I thought you'd like and ran with it," I say, fixing the lapel of his shirt.

He watches me closely, his hands sliding to my hips, rubbing slow circles. "Where'd you get the money for all this, baby?"

"Don't worry about all that. My man needed a serious upgrade. Consider this a freebie," I tease, rubbing the soft curls of his chin beard.

"Thank you, mama. But you know I don't like you spending money on me. I'll let it slide this one time," he smirks, delivering two quick smacks to my hips. "Next time I won't be so easy."

He leans in, and our lips meet—hot, hungry, electric. My fingers curl around the back of his neck as I deepen the kiss.

"Mmm... I got so many plans running through my head that involve you... all over this office," he chuckles against my lips.

"Oh my. I'm sorry to disappoint, Mr. Ross... but I don't think my man would appreciate the way you're talking to me," I whisper as he lays me back onto his desk, pulling his chair close.

"I didn't know you had a man, Ms. Taylor. How faithful are you?" he grins, spreading my legs and slowly unbuttoning my blouse.

"Very," I sigh as his lips trail down below my belly button.

"Mmm. He got a name?"

"Dewayne," I smirk, sitting up slightly as he slips off my heels.

"Mmm. That name sounds familiar... I just can't remember where I've heard it before," he says before kissing up both thighs, placing them around his shoulders. Then, his mouth finds my panty line, pushing beneath the fabric with slow, teasing pressure.

"Aaahhhm," I moan, arching my back and biting my lip.

I glance down and catch his eyes staring up at me with that fire in them—right before he starts devouring me like a man starved.

Dewayne POV

<Currently 9:07am>

I don't know if I'm in a dream or living through a fantasy I didn't know I needed. Harmony's really here. In my office. Working with me. Looking better than I've ever seen her.

But damn... I also know it won't be long before people in the firm start talking. She's beautiful, smart, and mine—and that's going to be hard for the thirsty ones around here to ignore. I just hope she can handle it.

"Awwww... Waynnee!" she cries out softly, her thighs trembling around my head. I flick my tongue rapidly across her swollen clit, watching her fall apart for me.

The desk rattles slightly under her as she moans into her hand to muffle the sound. It's no use. I feel her body give in, that flood of sweet warmth coating my tongue. I don't waste a drop.

She slowly sits up, chest heaving as she tries to catch her breath. I lean back in my chair, licking my lips, eyes fixed on her.

"Oh... Mr. Ross," she purrs, sliding off the desk into my lap, straddling me with ease.

"Yes, Ms. Taylor?"

"My man will not be pleased with this," she moans, grinding herself slowly against my still-throbbing length.

"What he doesn't know won't hurt him," I growl, pulling her closer until our foreheads touch. "It can be our little secret."

She moans again, her lips brushing mine as her fingers tangle in the back of my hair. My hands slide beneath her skirt, grabbing two handfuls of the ass I already miss.

This woman—damn. She's my peace and my chaos all in one. And right now, I'm not sure which one I love more.