The Perfect Husband's Secret novel Chapter 27

Chapter 8 

The air leaves my lungs as I feel the heat from his body. 

“I didn’t give you your Christmas bonus yet,” he murmurs. 

I swallow the lump in my throat. 

He raises his hand and rubs the back of his fingers over my breast as his eyes follow. 

“What the hell is happening right now? 

“I…” 

He puts his finger over my lips. “Don’t. Say. Anything.” 

He puts his two hands around my waist and walks me back to his desk and then pushes me 

down onto it. 

Thump. Thump. Thump…goes my poor weak heart. 

He puts his hand on my chest and pushes me back so that I am lying down. 

I stare at him, unsure what the hell is going on right now. 

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His large hands glide up my thighs and he slides my panties down my legs and takes them 

off. 

Lifting them to his nose, he inhales deeply. 

Goose bumps scatter all over. 

‘Dear god. 

He pushes my legs apart and his eyes linger on my sex. “Hmm.” He lets out an aroused purr as he parts the lips on my sex with his fingers. I can hardly breathe. 

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What the actual… 

With his dark eyes locked on mine, he bends and licks me. 

Deep and intimate. 

“You taste fucking good.” 

I nearly convulse on the desk, and he licks me again. Deeper…better. 

I see stars. 

His grip on my thighs tightens as he begins to lose focus, his stubble burning the most tender part of my body. 

He reaches under his desk, and I hear the door click as he locks it. 

Oh hell… Here we go. 

He lets loose and really lets me have it, licking and sucking. 

He lifts my legs up over his shoulders as he drops to his knees. 

“I have needed to do this…for years,” he murmurs into me. 

What? 

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The puzzle finally clicks together, of course. That’s it. 

Oh my god, how didn’t I work this out before? He obviously never made a move because he was my boss. Now that I’ve resigned we can finally be together. 

My back arches off the desk as he slides three thick fingers deep into my sex, his tongue flickers at just the right place. I let out a deep moan. 

“Oh… God.” 

My body convulses around him and he lets out an evil chuckle. 

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You’re going to fucking get it, Violet,” he warns. “Parading this perfect ass around my office all this time. Driving my cock fucking crazy.” Ahhh! 

“Do you know how many times I’ve jerked off in my office bathroom, imagining it was you on your knees, sucking me off?” He works me hard with his fingers and I grip the desk. 

Say something sexy…anything. 

Quick. 

I’m so shocked by what’s happening that my mind is completely blank. “I fucked myself with your computer mouse.” He stills, and his eyes rise to meet mine. 

Oh hell… that did not just come out of my mouth. 

His eyes flicker with arousal. “You fucked yourself with my computer mouse?” 

I think he liked it. 

“Uh–huh…” I cringe, this could go either way. 

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He stands. “And what else of mine have you fucked yourself with?” He unzips his suit pants 

and pulls out his super–sized cock. 

My eyes bulge from their sockets, nothing as fun sized as that. 

He’s engorged and hard, thick veins course down the length of it, and it’s a wonder there’s 

any blood left in his body. 

“Ruler.” 

“My ruler?” he gasps. 

Oh, for the love of god. Stop. Talking. 

“How dare you use my stationery in this manner.” He widens his eyes; he likes this game. 

I do too. 

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That’s right.” I grab a handful of his hair and drag him back down to me. 

Less talking, more licking.” 

He chuckles into me and kisses my thigh. “In a minute.” 

Standing, he undoes my dress at the waist and tears it open, I lie on his desk in only my bra. 

His eyes linger on my skin, he trails his finger from my jaw down between my breasts and then down to the lips of my sex. 

“Pink,” he murmurs almost to himself as he spreads me wide. “I’ve watched a lot of redheaded porn to try and imagine what you’d be like.” His eyes rise to meet mine. “But nothing could prepare me for your beauty.” 

“You’ve thought about my body.” “Every fucking day.” 

The air crackles between us. 

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“Have you thought about mine?” he asks. 

“Every fucking night.” 

“When you