Her Silent Revenge novel Chapter 93

Then there are the evenings when she's free, an hour or so before leaving the office, where I lock the door and throw her against the wall.

My hands, my mouth, they take. They lay down the law.

My teeth catch her bottom lip while she moans delight into my mouth, my fingers working rough, brisk orgasms out of her clit.

I need to be inside her very soon.

Especially when it's goddamned impossible to keep my hands off her, though she stops short of letting me sweep everything off her desk and bend her over it. Always the same excuse.

"What if someone hears? The cleaners?" she whispers, like I couldn't snap my fingers and make them hold off on making the rounds with some contrived excuse.

Instead, we wait for the weekends, those rare slivers of time carved out between our busy lives when I can finally turn into a sheet-ripping animal.

Waiting for pussy this good is driving me mad. I'm not used to anticipation.

Hell, I'm not used to any of this.

Usually, when I'm into a girl, I can bed her at will and I'm done in a matter of weeks, after I've worked it out of my system.

But Salem broke the old, familiar pattern. She's broken me.

Yet the sex just keeps getting better as I learn her body and she explores mine.

Yesterday, before I could shove her panties aside and go to work, she dropped down and started opening my trousers.

I've never been more awestruck in my life, watching her hazel eyes flashing pure lust as her velvet lips engulfed my cock.

She has a few surprises, like taking me down her throat, so eager she gladly choked on my last round of thrusts.

And she still didn't stop, not until I exploded, fighting and failing to swallow my come before it poured out of her mouth, staining her collar.

This is the part where I make a fist and hit myself.

Instead, I rub my eyes, trying to focus on the mundane revenue projections in front of me.

It's only midday, too early to wonder if this is the day she'll leave this office leaking my come.

Any second now, Archer and Dex will show up for a meeting about the Minnesota expansion scheme. With any luck, Salem will come, too.

I shuffle in my seat, trying not to fixate on her and failing for the dozenth time today, until Dexter finally shows up with a scowl.

"I figured I'd be late, coming from the bakery," he said. "One bad bout of freezing rain and every road in this city goes to shit."

"You are late, Dex, freezing rain aside." "Whatever. I thought I'd be the last one in."

"Everyone else is flakier than you today, I guess," I say, watching as he sits down and checks the time on his phone like the OCD control freak he is.

Honestly, ever since he married Junie, his timekeeping has gotten worse

—but at least he's also started apologizing like a real human. Apparently, you can teach a grumpy old dog new tricks. "Where's Archer?" I ask.

"Think he had to deal with some school thing for Colt," Dexter says.

My phone lights up with another message from Salem to let me know she's halfway here.

"Who's that? Someone special?" Dexter asks, nodding at the phone. "Have you finally met a girl who doesn't want to stab you with a pen after two days?"

"I meet a lot of girls, Dex. The benefits of not being strapped down with that prison badge." I nod at the wedding band on his hand, inwardly laughing at what a lying asshole I am.