“Anything?”
I’m already nodding. So easy to promise things when I haven’t seen Jason in five years, but I have the sneaking suspicion that I’d agree to this even if I was dating him right now. The rules don’t seem to apply to Devan and me. “Yes. Anything.”
“I want you to break up with Jason.”
I blink. “Well, I was already planning on doing it.”
He shakes his head slowly. “I want you to do it properly. Tell him a man is seeing to your pussy in a way he never could—the same man who made you come three times in the bathroom of his party.”
I stare down at him. “I think I’d rather just send him the video you took. Do you still have it?”
“Of course I still have it.” He drops his hands and sits back, seeming to be oblivious to the giant cockstand pressing against his jeans. “But I’m not sending it to anyone. Guy like that? He’s likely to share it everywhere he can to get revenge on you.”
He’s not exactly wrong. Jason was a spiteful piece of shit. There’s a reason we only dated a few weeks before I dumped him and moved on. Spitefully leaking a sex tape is exactly something he would have done. “It would get the point across.”
“I take care of you,” Devan says slowly. “That includes this.” He pins me with a look that threatens to curl my toes. “Dump him, Hazel. If you do, you can have this cock right now.”
“Right now?” I lick my lips. “You promise.”
“I’ll fuck you on my desk like the little slut you are.”
I pull my phone out of the coat pocket and type out a text. Once I’m finished, I flip it around and show Devan. “Good enough for you.”
He reads, pauses, and rereads, his eyebrows climbing. “Fuck you, Jason,” he reads aloud. “Go fuck yourself, because that’s all you’re good at. I’m going to go get my pussy taken care of by a man who knows where the clitoris actually is. Lose my number.” He sets the phone aside. “That certainly gets the point across.”
“I prefer to be blunt.”
“I know.” He moves quickly, jerking me off the desk and onto his lap, and takes my mouth. It’s a searing kiss. Both punishment and reward. Devan grabs my ass and brings me more firmly against him, his cock a hard length against me. But the damned jeans are in the way.
I break the kiss and whimper. “Please. I can’t wait any longer.”
“Too damn bad. You came here, birthday girl, so you’re operating on my timeline. Now be a good girl and get on your knees.”
Chapter 14
I all but scramble to my knees. Yes, this is what I want. This is everything I want. Devan allows me to undo his pants and draw his cock out, but he looks increasingly irritated as I do. “I can’t believe what a little slut you are.”
I pause with my hand wrapped around his base. “What?”
“You were going to come in here and fuck me while your boyfriend was back at college.” Devan laces his fingers through my hair and guides my head down until his cock presses to my lips. I suck him down eagerly, taking him as deep as I’m able and ignoring the way my jaw almost immediately starts to ache. He holds me there, almost gagging me, and keeps talking. “Look at you. So eager to choke on my cock while you’re dating someone little college prick. Good girls don’t cheat, Hazel.”
I make a sound of protest, but he tightens his grip on my hair. The look on his face is forbidding. “Good girls don’t show up at the office of their guardian in only a pair of stockings and heels. They don’t sit on their guardian’s desk and spread their thighs and beg him to fuck them.” His voice lowers, gaining an edge. “Good girls don’t do that…but dirty little sluts do.”
I moan and suck harder on his cock. I can only bob a little with how he’s holding me, but I move as much as I’m able, driven on by his filthy words.
“You’re panting so hard for it, you wouldn’t stop for anything, would you?” He shakes his head slowly. “I could take a dozen calls, conduct a meeting, and you’d let me do anything I wanted to you.”
“Yes,” I moan around his cock.
“Next time your pussy needs tending to, you come here wearing one of those short little skirts. The ones that flare.” He jerks on my hair. “You know what I’m talking about?”
I nod a little. I know exactly what he’s talking about.
“Not too short. You have to pretend that you’re a good girl, Hazel. If people think you’re visiting me so I can fuck you in my office, they’ll start to talk. We can't have that.” He thrusts a little, and this time I can’t help gagging. Devan makes a sound devastatingly close to a growl. “Yeah, come in here in a short little skirt and I’ll take off your panties nice and slow. And then you can sit on my lap like a good girl while I run my next meeting. No one will have any idea that my cock is deep inside that needy little pussy of yours, not as long as you don’t squirm or moan like you’re doing right now. Can you do that for me?”
He pulls me off his cock and I gasp. Tears streak my face and my jaw hurts and I’m so turned on, I might come from this alone. “Yes. I can do that. I can be a good girl.”
“Prove it. Go put that skirt on. Right now.”
I scramble to obey, nearly tripping over my feet as I hurry out of the
