42. Damon
“Sir,if you could sign here, here and here.” The head of accounting points toward the papers on my desk. He’s flagged where I need to sign with yellow flags.
Normally, I’d take the time to read the document front to back, but I can’t take my eyes off Misty sitting in the cubicle on the other side of my office window. Her hair is curled into soft lavender waves, and it brushes over her shoulders every time she moves. She tucks her hair behind her ear, revealing the long column of her neck, and my mouth waters at the desire to mark her.
Before I left, I made sure she was covered in them, using my mouth and teeth to leave a visible trace on her that no man could mistake for anything other than what it is. A claim.
She runs a pen over her bottom lip, and my cock instantly hardens. It’s been three fucking days since I’ve seen my wife, and now being so close without touching her is torture.
I spent the entire plane ride home from Montana picturing her laid out in bed waiting for me, but she’d already left for work by the time I reached our apartment.
I know for a fact that I’d cut her workload down to revolve around me, but I’m not surprised Misty filled her schedule against my wishes.
I’d been like a lost puppy when I arrived at the office, only to find out she was in a meeting. Every second that delayed me from feeling her soft skin, hearing her greedy moans, and tasting her on my tongue was pure agony.
“Sir?” The head of accounting clears his throat.
I take my eyes off her and sign the papers, not bothering to read a single word. I am a drowning man, and every glimpse of her is a sip of air.
“Is that all?” I hand him back the papers.
“Y…yes. I’ll get these sent off right away.”
He leaves without another word from me, and I cuss low when Misty’s no longer at her desk. I scan the room, but there’s no sign of her fuchsia dress.
Just as I stand to go find her, my phone rings. “Fucking Christ.”
I sit back down and answer the phone. “What.”
There’s a deep laugh.
“Is that the way you treat your new business partner?” Maverick replies.
“I was just with you,” I grumble, so done with today already. We met through a mutual acquaintance years ago who thought, since we were both influential families with four brothers, we’d get along.
They couldn’t have been more wrong at first. The Blackwoods don’t bother coming out to the city, instead spending their time on the ranch, but when some shit went down last summer, we’d grown closer. A fucking suit bastard tried to run them out of town. I guess you could say we bonded over ruining that man’s life.
“There’s a few things I want to go over while they’re fresh.”
“The contract is nonnegotiable.” I drop my head, giving in to the fact that I can’t chase my wife every minute of every day.
“I fucking know that. I wrote it. Now, shut up and listen for once in your goddamn life.”
Prickles run along my spine as I bristle at his tone, but I’ve been around him long enough to know it’s not personal. “I’m tired. Make it quick.”
“Stayed out late with the boys, did you? I thought you were married?”
“I am married,” I cut in, not liking what he implied.
“Sorry, didn’t mean to piss you off there. Point made.”
He continues to talk, but I stop listening, my eyes riveted on Misty stepping into my office. She locks the door behind her and hits the automatic privacy blinds.
“I have to g?—”
Misty stops me with a shake of her head. It’s the mischievous smile that has me obeying. I think I’d do anything she told me to so long as she smiled at me like that.
She walks around my desk, and I immediately reach for her, needing to feel her under my palm, but she slaps my hand away and raises a brow. Message loud and clear.
She rolls my chair back a few inches and comes to stand between my thighs. I grip my phone in one hand and the edge of the desk in the other to keep myself from touching her. Misty’s playing, and I want to see what she’s up to. I want to encourage her to take whatever she wants.
“Did you hear me?”
Fuck, what did he say? “You wanted to know about the term?”
“Yes…”
Luckiest guess of my life. Misty places both hands on my thighs, nails digging through my deep gray pants, then lowers herself to her knees.
I groan, eyes hot on her as she looks up at me with round, playful eyes.
“You sick or something?”
Her hands stop moving, and she looks at the phone, mouthing, “Talk.”
“Yes, something is getting to me.”
She smiles and works my button open with her delicate fingers. I clench my fist when she pulls my cock out and runs her tongue up the length before taking the head into her mouth. Warm, wet perfection as she takes me deeper, working me expertly into the back of her throat. She pulls up and swirls her tongue around the tip before taking me all the way in.
Every muscle in my body clenches as she works me over. I can feel my release building in my tightening balls, and I grunt through clenched teeth.
“Fuck, you really are sick. Go home and get that sweet wife of yours to take care of you.”
My wife grips my balls, tugging lightly as she works my cock. I groan low, so fucking close to coming. “Good idea.”
I hang up, gripping her hair in my hand and pushing her down, forcing her to take more of me. She gives a pleased moan that’s nearly my undoing.
“You take my cock so well. Look at your pretty lips sucking me down.”
She grips my base and works me simultaneously with her mouth.
Tension builds to a peak, and I run my thumb along her throat. “You’re going to swallow every last drop.”
She nods and takes me impossibly deeper, her moan vibrating through me, setting off my release. She swallows my cum as it pours down her throat, not releasing me until she’s taken every last drop.
It’s dripping from the edge of her lips when she pulls back, and I sweep it with my thumb, then press it between her teeth. She takes care to clean it off before releasing it.
“You are going to be the death of me, wife.”
She just smirks. “I’ve been dying to do that.”
I growl and swipe my things off my desk, lifting her and placing her facedown against the hardwood. Her perfect ass is in the air, and I don’t waste time pushing the hem of her skirt above her hips, revealing a lace thong that matches her dress.
I spread her legs wider and trace the seam, the fabric darker where she’s soaked through it, and slide them down her thighs before pocketing them.
I kneel behind her and get a good look. Her pretty pink pussy’s gleaming, practically begging for my touch.
Misty starts to twitch as I stare at her, uncomfortable with being on display this long. I bite her bare ass hard enough to leave a mark, and she squeals in shock.
“Do not move. You tortured me. Now, it’s my turn.”
She freezes, but goose bumps rise below my palms. “Good girl.”
I lean in and trace her seam with my tongue, gripping her ass to spread her wider. Her taste fills my mouth, going right to my head, and my touch turns ravenous. I fuck her with my tongue until she’s whimpering and grinding against my desk, chasing her release.
“Don’t stop,” she whines as I pull back and stand behind her.
“The only place you’re coming is on my cock.” I line up my cock and fill her in one thrust. We both moan as I stretch her wide around me. I place a kiss where I know her scar is beneath the thin fabric of her dress. “Fuck. You’re so tight.”
I pump into her, slowly building my rhythm, not giving a single shit who hears us. I want to make her scream my name, beg me over and over for her release. Only then will I give it to her.
But I know she wouldn’t like that, so I put that in the back of my mind for at home and reach around her hip, circling her clit with my fingertips.
She arches off the desk, pushing into me as her cries turn ragged. “Yes. God yes. That feels good.”
I bite her shoulder and fuck her harder. “I like when you call me God.”
“Fuck,” she hisses, her pussy pulsing around me as she orgasms, dragging me over the edge with her. My second release hits me just as hard as the first, and I have to set both palms on the table on either side of her to keep myself stable.
I push the hair that’s sticking to her face behind her ear and kiss her temple.
“I missed you.” She whispers it tentatively, and it’s like she reached into my chest and gripped my heart.
I turn her so she’s sitting facing me and capture her mouth, wanting to taste her words, then drop my forehead to hers. I never want to be apart from her again. “Next time, you come with me.”