Chapter 2
After-Hours Obedience
His mouth was on me.
One second I was frozen against Julian Lancaster’s polished obsidian desk, and the next, his mouth parted me like he’d been waiting his whole life to taste me.
I gasped, hands flying out to brace on the desk, knuckles whitening.
“Oh my God—”
“Don’t speak His name in my office,” he murmured against my slit, the vibration of his voice making my thighs tremble. “You’ll only beg mine.”
Then he licked me again—slow, thorough, like he was memorizing every part of my p***y with his tongue.
I wanted to scream. Instead, my jaw hung open, silent and stunned, hips bucking helplessly into his mouth. He had me spread wide, skirt bunched around my hips, my bare ass fully exposed to the cold, commanding air of his office. His hands gripped the
