Josie is a sales associate by day and a lollipop-sucking hacker by night. She likes to stay in and feel the keys underneath her fingertips. When she decides to grace her friends at a club, she stumbles across a man who seems to send every part of he...
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Tasting Josie is a mistake I wish I didn't do, but now that it is done, there is no turning back. I watch as she tries to control her breathing. I wasn't supposed to reward her after that spanking, but she smelled so divine. Her back is still pressed against the office door. I can almost hear her pulse racing, the beat syncing with my own as we struggle to catch our breath.
Josie clears her throat and fidgets nervously, avoiding my gaze as she speaks. "I-I think I should leave," she stammers.
Ignoring her words, I step closer to her until we are only inches apart. "You're coming home with me," I declare firmly. Without hesitating, I cup her face in my hands, savoring the warmth and softness of her skin. Leaning down, I press my lips against hers, letting her taste herself on my tongue. At first, she stiffens in surprise, and then she melts into me. Her arms wrap around my neck. "Don't you taste incredible."
Josie's eyes flicker with confusion and a barely tamed wildness as she pulls back slightly, her breath mingling with mine. "This is crazy," she whispers.
I grin, unable to resist the thrill of the chase, even in such confined spaces. "Crazy's just another word for exciting, don't you think?"
Before she can answer, there is another knock on the door. "Boss, we have a situation." Luca's voice filters through the wood. His tone is urgent yet controlled. Instantly, my senses sharpen; the predator within is now awakening.
I reluctantly release Josie and straighten up. "Stay here," I command, my voice low and firm. Josie nods, her face flushed. She bites her lip, clearly torn between wanting to obey and disobeying me. I don't give her a chance to decide. Opening the door, I see Luca standing there, his expression grave. Without wasting any time, he jumps straight into it. "The Russians have taken over the East docks," he says.
A jolt of energy courses through me. The docks are vital for our operations, not just for territory but for maintaining power and control. "What's the situation?" I quickly ask, slipping into my role as their Don with ease.
"They've brought in twenty heavily armed men. We need to take action immediately."
Without hesitating, I grab my coat from the back of my chair and turn to Josie. She hasn't moved from her spot by the door, her expression now one of alarm as she overhears our conversation. "Lock the door behind me, and don't open it for anyone but me or Luca," I instruct sharply.
"But what about my friends? I came to the club with them. I need to leave." She comes back to her senses.
"They'll be fine," I say, already moving toward the exit. My mind races through strategies and contingencies.
"They can be fine, but I'm leaving with them. So, thank you for your services, but I'm calling it a night." She says as she walks towards the door. I quickly close it and face her.
"What the hell did I just tell you? You're staying here. After I take care of what needs to be done, we'll go home together." I gently wrap my arm around her waist, leading her away from the door.
