Chapter 11
CHAPTER
ELEVEN
Brew
It takes all of my might. All of it, in fact, not to blow my load in my fucking jeans staring at her with her sable eyes wide, looking up at me innocently with my finger in her mouth.
Erica isn’t just another woman, she’s been on a pedestal that I put up for far longer than I’ve cared to admit. I want her. I want her so fucking bad, but against her desk?
I mean, it’s hot, but I can’t imagine she’d let me.
She’s also right, I’ve been drinking. I’m not drunk or anything close to it, but when I take her for the first time, I want to be completely in control — mind, body and soul.
Erica stares at me while her teeth imprint into the pad of my finger.
“You are, aren’t you?” I repeat, my voice shaky. “Thinkin’ about it?”
She lets go of my finger. “Well, you just pushed me up against my desk, caged me in with your overbearing body, and now you’re being all growly and demanding, so yes, sue a girl if she’s thinking about it.”
Overbearing body? Growly and demanding? If she were mine, I’d spank those words right out of her pretty mouth.
She sucks my finger farther into her mouth and I steel my jaw, unable to look away. My dick is rock fucking hard. Hard and ready to fuck. I want her. I want her so bad that she’d have to hear the beat of my heart pumping through my veins.
“You didn’t answer me earlier,” I whisper. “How long?” I like this fantasy that she hasn’t had a man in her bed since she left that fucking cult. Wouldn’t that be music to my ears?
“I said that’s private.”
“I’ll get it out of you.”
She has nowhere to go and she knows it. “Fine. It’s been a long time. Years.”
“Years?” I mean, I’m glad and all, I don’t like picturing her with other men, but really?
I wince. “Years?”
She rolls her eyes. “I see. Years to you is like a lifetime, I get it. But I think it’s healthy to abstain now and again, get your bearings…” I like how I unglue her.
I dig that she can’t even finish her sentence. I don’t want to scare her, but I like that she has the good sense to be wary of me. I’m not gonna hurt her, but I do want to fuck her. I’m past the point of giving a shit that this is the office.
“You’d think after years of abstainin’ you’d have your bearings.”
Her eyes narrow. “Fine, smarty pants, how long has it been for you?”
I cock one eye closed, pretending to think as I look up to the ceiling. “A week?”
She slaps me on the chest. “That’s a lie.”
I know I’m fucking this up by grinning like I’m the cat who got not just the cream, but devoured the entire carton and came back for more. She has all the power here, not me.
“You been watchin’ me?”
“No, but the girls at the club talk.”
“Oh, really? What do they say about me?”
“You haven’t been with a woman in a while,” she says honestly. “The other things I can’t repeat.”
I snort. “Don’t believe everything you hear.”
“Not even from Cupcake? She’s a regular bragger about all the men she’s done.” She makes a gagging sound.
“Never fucked Cupcake. Wouldn’t go near her with a barge pole.
I like my women…” I gaze down at her body; her ripe tits innocently in reaching distance for me to fondle.
Her thighs spread as I long to cup her mound and make her come with my fingers.
Her body is sexy, even if she covers it up like she doesn’t want men to see.
I want to see. “Classy. Smart. Pretty without even tryin’.
But what I don’t like is you not sayin’ anythin’ when you’re clearly snowed under, that shit makes me mad. ”
“I’m not snowed under,” she begins to protest.
I swipe my thumb over her bottom lip and she stops talking. “Yes, you are. And if you’re strugglin’, I told you, you come to me.”
“Bossy.” She barely gets the words out before I’m shoving my thumb into her mouth.
Yes, we’re mimicking oral sex, and I love how she takes me, blindly sucking my thumb while I fuck her mouth with it. I want my tongue in there, too. I want to possess her with it, take what’s mine.
“You look like you know what you’re doin’,” I mutter, I reach my hand to the front of my jeans and adjust my dick. I’m running out of room in there.
Her eyes follow, and I love it when she pays attention to my dick. My thumb still in her mouth, her lips part and her hands, now gripping the edge of the desk, move to my belt.
“Maybe I do,” she whispers.
“You think I’m gonna stop you?” I shake my head. “I’m not one of those guys, Mama. If you want my dick, all you gotta do is ask.”
I can see the indecision in her eyes, and it’s so fucking intoxicating. I wait patiently for her to decide if she’s game enough, because she may think I’m the big bad wolf, or an oaf, but she’s the queen who holds all the cards to my fate.