Morgana’s POV
I’m so close. Just a little more and I’d—
He pulls his fingers out of me.
A pathetic whine rips out of my throat, my hips chasing his hand like a b***h in heat. But all he does is step back, his dark eyes watching me with satisfaction, watching me leak all over his desk and flutter around nothing.
“Why…why did you do that…I was so close…”
“Not yet,” he says, his voice rough. He brings his fingers, the ones that had just been inside me, up to his lips and licks them clean, groaning at the taste.
My jaw hits the ground. “Don’t —“
“You want this job?” He cuts me off, “then you’ll have to earn it. After all, you blew your first chance.”
He’s so wicked. I’m here panting, hot and flushed, making a mess of myself. He’s affected too. I can f*****g see it.
“Please…” I try.
