Free Dirty Secrets by Evelyn Glass Page A

moving over his flesh, rapid for just a moment, then slowing down again. She closed her eyes and let herself imagine him there with her, watching as she pushed the jeans down her hips, down her legs, and off onto the floor. Her panties followed them. She bent her knees, one resting against the back of the couch, the other laying on the couch, perpendicular to her hip. Her curls, soft and red, were damp, and the cool air brushing against her heated body made her whimper. “Oh, yes,” he murmured. “Yes, that’s lovely. You smell so good, princess. I just want to breathe you in for a long minute. I was going to leave you on the desk, you see, and sit down in the chair in front of you. I was going to put your legs over my shoulders. But I wasn’t going to touch you yet.”
     
    Her fingers, already threading through the curls on her mound froze as if he’d caught her reaching for a cookie. “Why not?” she whispered, and he rewarded her with a chuckle.
     
    “Because I like making you wait,” he said. “I think you’ll make the most delicious noises when you wait.”
     
    “I’m not patient,” she said. Her fingers played over her inner thighs, but she listened. She obeyed.
     
    “I’ll teach you,” he said. “If you want me to.”
     
    “Okay,” she said. “But not right now.”
     
    Another chuckle from Alex. “All right. Not right now.”
     
    “Because I just watched you come,” she said, trying to keep the edge of whine out of her voice. “And I’m aching for you.” Her cheeks were so bright and hot she wondered if she was about to catch fire. Talking dirty was not actually her forte. Sexting, totally her speed. But hey, the man had a great voice. It was worth listening to.
     
    “You did,” he agreed. “You are. And today, I’ll let you come fast. Since we’re in my office, and us making a lot of noise could draw some undue attention. But you should know, you might end up paying for it later.”
     
    “Like last night? Because that would be okay.”
     
    He laughed again, and then his breath drew in fast for a moment. She imagined him on that couch, his suit pants open, his cock in hand, his eyes squeezed shut as he controlled himself for a moment after whatever image had pushed him one step closer to the edge of oblivion.
     
    “So I wouldn’t tease you for too long,” he said. “Because I’m already between your thighs, and you smell delicious, and I don’t think either one of us will last all that long. But I’d still start slow, make you work for it. If I bring you off too fast, you won’t get what you need. I want you to get what you need, Zoey. That’s part of the point.”
     
    “Touch me,” she whispered. “Please touch me. That’s what I need.”
     
    “I would touch you,” he said, “but lightly at first. Just the most delicate touch, with just the tip of my tongue. I’d start at the bottom of your cunt and move up, slowly, circling where my cock just was, and then brushing over the tip of your clit. So light, so feather soft.”
     
    She let her fingers trace that same path, her eyes tightly closed, imagining him there, between her thighs. Imagining his dark brown eyes watching hers as he teased at her, as she resisted the urge to grab the back of his head and grind into his face. “I’d have to sit on my hands to keep from demanding more from you,” she said, and he groaned. Oh, she liked this game, she liked it plenty. She was never going to get any work done ever again.
     
    “I promised I wouldn’t tease, or I would do this to you for so long. Just torment you with the edges of what you want. But not today. No, today, after I make that one swirling motion, I’d take your clit between my teeth and suckle it.”
     
    She let two fingers come down hard on the hood of her clit, and swirled them in tight, rhythmic circles. She gasped, hard, and her hips lifted off the couch. The phone slipped off her belly and clattered to the floor. “Fuck,” she said,