Fulfillment by Golland, M. (best large ebook reader .txt) 📕

and Beverage Attendant hated when I broke protocol byrelieving him of his duty to take the trolley all the way in to hisemployer. “I promise it’s fine, Sebastian,” I said reassuringlywhile winking at him.

He reluctantlysmiled and went on his way. I gently knocked on Bryce’s officedoor, and when he called out for me to enter, I opened it andpushed the trolley through.

He looked upfrom his computer, smiled for a split second then frowned onlyslightly. “You really should let Sebastian bring in the trolley,Alexis. It is his job after all.”

“Oh shush.What’s the point when I’m coming in here anyway?” I stopped thecart right next to the conference table. “Unless you don’t want meto come in,” I said with a slight pouty voice as I turned my backto him and placed the cloches on the table, deliberately hopinghe’d fall for my obvious ploy.

As expected,he was behind me instantly, pressing his body against my back. Hishands had a tight grip on my hips and his lips were already kissingmy neck. “I’ve missed you, my love,” he murmured, as he trailed hismouth down to my shoulder. I felt his fingers take hold of the zipat the top of my dress then the unmistakable sound of him slowlyundoing it filled me with eager longing for his hard and delectablecock.

I sucked in abreath as he dragged his hands back up my bare back, pushing thedress off my shoulders so that it fell to the floor, leaving me innothing but my black lace bra, G-string and garter. He walkedaround to my front and eyed me from top to toe. “You’ve got newunderwear.”

“Yes, Clarissahelped me find some maternity lingerie that was not hideouslyugly.”

“Hmmm.” Hestepped forward and unclipped the front of my bra at the strap, sothat it fell forward exposing my breast.

His face litup, and I couldn’t help but laugh.

“I likematernity bras—easy access.” He bent down and tongued my nipple.Holy fuck! I like them too. Reaching up, he unclipped theother side then gently squeezed and rolled my nipple between hisfingers, compelling me to moan for him, which intensified hisactions. I gripped his head and flexed my fingers through his sexyhair. He growled then let me go and walked straight to his officedoor. What? Where the fuck are you going? Get back here now, Goddamn it!

I was justabout to hurl abuse at him and jump on his back to prevent him fromleaving the room, when he locked the office door and turned aroundslowly. Then, prowling toward me with a sexy-as-hell stride, heloosened his tie and unbuttoned his shirt. He is just so fuckinghot, I can barely breathe.

He laid hisshirt and tie over the back of the sofa in the middle of his officethen continued on to where I was standing. Reaching for my face, hecupped my cheeks in his hands and he slammed his mouth to mine. Igrabbed his arse, pulling him into my pelvis and lifting my leg towrap around his waist. He reached down and secured it by placinghis hand behind my knee, and gently laying me down on top of thetable.

“Are youcomfortable?” he asked.

“Sure.”Sexy and sweet, I’m luckier than a leprechaun.

I proppedmyself up on my elbows and watched him disappear down my body untilhe had his fingers hooked into my underwear, pulling them down. Hescrunched them up, and I watched him place them in his pocket.Oh, I’ll be getting those back Mr. G-String Thief, so don’t eventhink about it.

He rolled oneof the chairs from around the table in front of me then casuallytook a seat. I smirked at him, amused at his position at the table.Well, taking a seat does make sense, I guess. Grabbing bothmy ankles, he placed each foot on the armrest of his chair andleaned forward with a salacious grin before tongue-fucking myclit.

My head fellback and my nipples hardened. “Fuck...Bryce,” I exhaled.

“That comesnext, Hunny.”

“You’re soba—” he inserted his fingers in between licks of his tongue. “Bad,you’re so fucking bad.”

Suddenly thephone rang, and as casually as he would normally answer it, Brycereached over and hit speaker. “Bryce Clark speaking.”

“Bryce, it’sArthur. Have you got a minute?” Santa! Seriously, your timing isimpeccable.

“Sure, how canI help you, Arthur?” he answered nonchalantly. I pulled my headback up and mouthed ‘what the fuck’.

“I’ve beenspeaking to the Corporate Partners Co-ordinator in relation to themarquee at the Grand Prix...” Arthur said. Bryce leaned forwardagain and dragged his tongue slowly across my pussy. I nearlyshrieked, but instead, I flinched and clenched my thighs together,capturing his head in between them. He eyed me greedily.

“...The entireproposal for the marquee’s function has been submitted...”Geezus, Santa. Spit it out. “...Are you happy for me to okaythe specifics of the proposal? I’m sure you’ll be more thansatisfied.” Arthur asked.

Bryce stuckout his tongue and flicked at my clit sending my body into asubdued frenzy as my orgasm bordered explosion. I bit my lip.

“Bryce?”Arthur asked a little impatient.

“Yes, Arthur,that is fine. I’m happy for you to sign off on it.”

“Sorry, am Iinterrupting you?”

“I’m justeating my lunch,” Bryce answered while eyeing me devilishly. Mymouth fell open, and I sat up.

“Oh, sorry,I’ll let you go then.”

“No, that’snot necessary. Alexis is here with me though, and just to let youknow Arthur, you’re on speaker.”

“Oh. Hello,Ms. Summers. Sorry to interrupt your lunch. I won’t hold Bryce upfor much longer.”

My face wasflushed, and my lips were pursed. Bryce had a vice grip on my hips,knowing I’d try and leave.

“Hello,Arthur,” I said through gritted teeth. “There’s no rush. Bryce isthe only one eating, and anyway, he is finished now.” I raised myeyebrow which was the most stupid thing I could’ve done, becausealmost instantly Bryce thrust his fingers into me with such force Igasped. I quickly covered my mouth and glared at him while my bodythoroughly enjoyed his finger-fuck.

Brycecontinued on the conversation, mischievously smiling and placingkisses down my thighs while continuing to pull his fingers in andout of me. “So, Arthur, how is Geraldine now? On the mend?”

I mouthed thewords ‘I hate you’. He shook his head and mouthed the reply, ‘noyou don’t.’ Grrr, No, I don’t.

“She is muchbetter, thanks. I have booked a holiday like