The Alpha CEO’s Unloved Wife

Chapter 12

Sex In Baron's Office

He had removed his suit jacket and it was slung negligently over the back of the chesterfield armchair of the less formal sitting area beyond the desk. His shirt sleeves were rolled up to his elbows and his tie knot had been loosened, but his hair was immaculately tidy, combed back from his face rather than in dishevelled curls falling over his forehead.

In his hand he held a crystal glass with a couple of fingers of whiskey within.

Under her gaze, he leaned back in the chair and placed an ankle on his knee, raising his eyebrow. 

Jane’s heart raced. She remembered vividly the things they had done with each other over the past three days, how his body felt against and within her, and she wanted suddenly to pull off her sensible dress and place a knee to either side of his hips so that she could free his c-ck from his pinstriped blue trousers and take it into her.

“What is it that you have there?” He prompted into the silence left by her wandering mind.

She moved forward automatically and placed the photo down on the desk. “I need some tape,” she told him hesitantly.

study is easier to get to than the kitchen. Plus,” he looked up at her, a smile creasing the

comment as a reprimand.

she could, setting the whiskey down, and fitting the two halves together. “Hmm,” he opened a drawer and took some tape from it, and very carefully lined it up before taping it behind. “I think we can do better than that, though,” he said, and stood, walking across to the wall of cupboards, and

start, and after a moment he returned and passed her both the original photo and a copy scanned and printed onto

was pleased with himself.

any idea how precious that spare was to her, his kindness was offhand, because he was bored, hiding out in his office whilst Angelique’s guests

thought that he would kiss her, and when he leaned forward, her eyes were already closing, her mouth softening for

hips towards him as he sucked and nipped along the line of her neck and she arched her head to the side to grant him free access, his mouth

the panties that she wore below, sending them sliding down her thighs until they fell to her

the pressure of his c-ck against the zip sliding it down. “Do you know how to use your mouth on a man?”

he braced against the door with his elbow, angling his c-ck. He watched as she tentatively ran her tongue over the tip of him, where the

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