by Sloane, Roxy
“So,” I say, deliberately placing my hands on both her knees. “It’s time for you to tell me exactly what you saw that turned you on so much.”
I hear her breath hitch. I hold her gaze, and move her legs apart, wider, until she’s spread. Open. Ready.
Totally at my mercy.
CHAPTER SEVEN
ZOE
How the hell did this happen?
I sink back on the desk, in a daze. One minute I was fleeing that X-rated show in the private room, and the next, Dax had me pinned up against the wall, whispering all kinds of filthy suggestions in my ear.
And I loved it.
Dax fixes me with a hot, dangerous smile as he rolls up his sleeves. My mouth goes dry all of a sudden, and then his hand slides up the inside of my thigh. “I gave you an order,” he reminds me. “Speak. I am still your boss, remember.”
Oh God. He is -- and that just makes this even more illicit and thrilling. For a moment, all my secret investigations and ulterior motives fade away, and there’s nothing but his intense stare and the feel of his hands, gripping my legs tight, pushing them open.
Commanding me.
“He was... going down on her,” I finally admit, my heart racing. “That’s what I saw.”
. “And you liked it,” he muses, tracing devastating circles on the inside of my knee. “Liked watching, seeing her come.. His mouth on her, his tongue sliding inside, sucking her, licking her...”
“Yes,” I pant.
Fuck, it’s so hot that he’s talking dirty like this. Everything about him is hot: from the way he’s forcing my knees wider, to that slow-burn look in his eyes, like he could devour me whole. And I want him to.
“Do you want it?” he asks dangerously, as if he’s reading my mind. His hands move higher up the inside of my thighs. “Is that what you want me to do with you?”
“Maybe.” I fight to keep my cool. “It depends.”
“On what?” Dax arches an eyebrow.
“If you’re any good.” I smile, trying to wrest some control, pretending that I’m not totally at his mercy. “This other guy seemed to know what he was doing. He set the bar pretty high.”
Dax snorts. “Don’t you worry about me, sweetheart. Just try to keep up.”
And then, like something out of a dirty fantasy, he sinks to his knees in front of the desk.
Oh. My. God.
“Care to settle a personal bet for me, Miss Kendell?” Dax asks, spreading my thighs even wider. He grips my ankles and lifts, setting my heels up on the edge of the desk. My lace panties are totally exposed, and I feel my pulse rocket even higher.
Now he’s kneeling right between my legs, eye-level with my crotch.
I feel a rush of anticipation. My pussy clenches. A distant part of my brain gives thanks that I wore sexy underwear tonight, fighting against the part that says this is a bad idea -- but any voice of reason is quickly overwhelmed by the heat of the charged moment. And besides, the closer I get to Dax, the closer I get to my story.
“What bet?” I manage to reply. My voice is faint. Fuck, this is unreal.
“That you’re wet right now.” Dax’s voice is a low growl. He meets my eyes, and another shot of heat throbs between my legs. “I could tell from the moment you came out of that room. You’re dripping.”
I feel myself clench again. Yes. God, I’m wet. And I only get wetter as Dax uses one finger to pull aside the strip of lace from my aching slit, the straining elastic increasing the pressure on my clit.
He dips a fingertip inside me and lifts it to his lips. “Mmm.” He smells his finger before licking it clean.
I can’t take this. Fuck, I’ve never been with a man like this before. He’s so bold, so totally, devastatingly hot. And he knows exactly what he’s doing.
“So tell me, Miss Kendell,” Dax continues, sliding his hand back between my legs. He finds the tender nub of my clit, and slowly strokes it, teasing me as he brings me pleasure.. “Why did you apply for this job? Really.”
I struggle to keep it together. “I told you,” I reply in a strangled voice. “Student loans.”
I try to sit up, but Dax eases two fingers inside me.
Oh. Fuck.
I collapse back against the desk. His fingers are thick, thrusting. The friction is incredible as he pumps them deeper inside.
“I don’t buy it.” Dax lowers his head and bites the inside of my thigh. I shiver at the delicious burst of pain. He curls his fingers up inside me, stroking slowly, oh God, just right.
“Tell the truth.”
His breath is hot against my pussy. He leans closer, and licks my clit, savoring it..
I moan.
“There’s more to you than that spotless resume and that hot ass (something),” he murmurs, licking me again. I grasp the edges of the desk, and hold on for dear life, falling deeper into the dirty bliss of his voice, and tongue, and the relentless slow pump of his fingers inside my cunt.
“Come clean,” he urges, swirling his tongue over my clit again. I buck against him, God, I’m so fucking close. “I promise, I won’t punish you for your lies. Not unless you want me to,” he adds. He pulls back and waits for my reply, his mouth poised over (his breath doing something to?) my wide open pussy. Our eyes lock.
For a moment, I think about telling him everything. The internship, my attempt to get a job by exposing his club’s dirty little secrets.
My real name.
But that’s impossible. A man like Dax wouldn’t just let me off the hook, I’m already in way over my head.
The only option is diving even deeper.
“Curiosity,” I tell him. “I heard about the club. I wanted to see everything. All the secret, forbidden things people like to do. I wanted to see it all.”
Dax’s eyes turn dark with lust. “Dirty girl,” he growls, gripping my thighs tighter. “Don’t you know what curiosity did to the little pussycat?”
I shake my head.
“Made it come like it’s never fucking come before.”
Dax curls his fingers up inside me, pumping fast and deep. Then his mouth is on me, consuming me, lapping at me in a relentless rhythm.
I moan, the pleasure ripping through me. But Dax doesn’t break, he only licks harder, shoving my knees up against my chest and closing his lips around my swollen clit. I hang onto his neck, his hair, totally lost in the exquisite devastation as he works me harder..
Then I feel it. A nudge, lower, there.
I yelp in surprise, and feel Dax moan against me. Then the nudge turns into a dirty probe, his little finger wiggling at my asshole, stretching me open. The foreign sensation makes me buck upwards, but that only presses me against his mouth, and that hard lap of his tongue, driving me crazy, sparking every last nerve in my body.
He flexes his fingers inside my cunt as he sinks that wicked finger in, all the way to his knuckle. I gasp. I’m strung out on the edge, overwhelmed with sensation. Friction, heat, everything contracting into one tense knot of pressure. And then he flicks his tongue against my aching clit again and again and I explode, my body convulsing in a hot rush of pleasure.
It’s so intense. I’m still wearing all my clothes, and yet I feel completely vulnerable to him.. When I finally come back to reality, Dax is standing over me, rolling his shirtsleeves back down.
“Is your curiosity sated yet?” he asks, looking amused.
I realize suddenly what a precarious position I’m in: spread-eagled on my new boss’s desk.
I scramble to straighten my panties and tug my skirt down. “For now,” I answer breathlessly. “But I’m sure I have a lot more to learn.”
“Any questions, just let me know.” Dax crosses behind the desk and settles in his chair. He gives me a knowing smile. “Employee satisfaction is important to me.”
Does that mean I’m still an employee? I stare at him, still dazed from my epic orgasm. As if reading my mind, Dax nods.
“See you for your shift tomorrow, Kate.”
He’s d
ismissing me -- but I’m relieved. I bolt for the door, and quickly close it behind me, but I’ve barely taken three steps when my legs give way.
I sink back against the wall.
That was incredible.
And incredibly stupid, a voice reminds me. I almost told him everything. And then I came. Fuck, did I come.
I try to get my breath back. Dax may be my boss, but I need to do whatever it takes to get this story. Even if that means playing this game with him. And sure he’s arrogant, but he’s got the skills to back it up. I’ve never had anyone work my body so expertly. I almost begged for it. I could have if he hadn’t given it to me.
Through his door, I hear the phone ringing. I lean closer, close enough to hear Dax’s voice as he answers the call.
“Yes?” His answer is gruff, and I wonder if he’s frustrated and turned on right now. I saw the hard-on straining through his pants, but I didn’t even touch him.
“Good,” his voice says. “I need seventy thousand transferred from the numbered account. No, I don’t want a paper trail. Cash. Make this disappear.”
My journalist instincts fire up. Numbered accounts? Cash transfers?
Dax’s voice gets louder, like he’s pacing in the next room. “There’s no room for mistakes on this, I’m warning you. This could bring down everything. Nobody can know.”
There’s another sound. I reel back, then turn and hurry away from his door. Something big is going on, and I’m more determined than ever now to be the one to reveal his secrets.
One way or another, I’m going to get this story. I just have to make sure I don’t lose all control for Dax first.
TO BE CONTINUED…
What happens next? Zoe and Dax’s story continues in THE EXPOSÉ 2
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