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.

and my study is easier to get to than the kitchen. Plus,” he looked up at her, a smile creasing the comers of his eyes. “They

am sorry,” she reached out for the photo, taking the comment as a reprimand. She shouldn’t have come into his

together. “Hmm,” he opened a drawer and took some tape from it, and very carefully lined it

closer to investigate. She heard the printer start, and after a moment he returned and passed her both the

pleased with himself. “In case

spare was to her, his kindness was offhand, because he was

hair back from her face, tracing the line of her cheek down to her chin. For a moment as he lifted her chin so that their eyes met, she thought that he would kiss her, and when he leaned forward, her eyes were already closing, her

arched her head to the side to grant

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

of his trousers, the pressure of his c-ck against the zip sliding it down. “Do you know how to use your mouth on a man?” He asked her, his eyes flashing with his wolf and his voice hoarse. He saw the answer

and 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 slit beaded already with

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