Chapter 21 #2
I chew on my lip and wonder if I should already lay down the ground rules. “You and I are going slow, so it’s only temporary.”
“Sure.” I’ve never heard an answer so disbelieving.
“It’s not like we’re living together.”
“Yet.” A smirk ghosts his mouth.
Nervously, I keep a knowing chuckle in my throat and hold onto a pasted soft smile. “This is a dangerous move, isn’t it?”
He breaks our contact to walk back behind his desk. “That depends,” he responds simply and casually searches for something on his desk.
“Well, I guess I’m taking my chances on that.”
“Good. You should skip the suitcase and just pack a few boxes. I’ll meet you at home before I go, just to check you have everything you need.” Now he is diplomatic in his tone.
All the more concerning that he’s plotting.
Inside me, something switches because I don’t want him to believe he has the upper hand.
With purpose, I take calculated steps to the door that I lock, ensuring our eye contact doesn’t break.
Stalking forward to get closer to him again, I throw on my best sultry look until I stop by his side, touching his arm to get his attention.
“You may own the home that I’ll be sleeping in, but let’s be very clear that I own every reaction you are about to have,” I rasp as I lift my gaze because he’s taller than me and believes he is on his throne, anyhow.
His cheekbones rise as he is intrigued. “Is that so?”
I nod gingerly, while inside my chest my heart speeds.
My fingers begin to crawl down his arm until they reach his belt, the sound of the metal jingling.
His face shows no sign of hesitation. There’s none.
His jaw is set, mouth a stern line, but his eyes—his eyes are hungry.
For me. The woman who would never dream of doing this, but many things around this man don’t make sense to me, yet I only run closer.
Moving, I give myself ample opportunity to use two hands to unbuckle him, springing him free from the restriction.
I don’t waste time and curl my fingers around the band and lower his boxer briefs slightly, taking a second to admire his thick cock that I’ve noticed is always ready for me.
Bending, my knees dent into the expensive carpet.
His breath catches, and this would be his moment to protest, but he won’t.
Instead, his facial expressions dare me.
I inspect his cock now at my eye level while I feel his eyes drilling into me.
He is in no way self-conscious; instead, he stands ready and waiting. I stroke my thumb along the base of him, feeling the weight of his balls, and the corner of my mouth snags at the fact.
“You are so heavy.”
“Because I didn’t get to empty my cum inside that pussy of yours this morning.”
This plan may backfire because he is turning me on in an impossible way to solve right now if I want to be the one in control.
I squeeze him tighter. “If you’re lucky, then you might get to in my mouth.” My tongue darts out to touch his tip, tasting the salt of his pre-cum. He jerks, and it causes me to feel powerful.
Closing my lips around him, my eyes flutter up as I watch him and hear his silent groan.
It’s so easy to take him deeper, and I’m not sure if it's greed or if I just want to impress him, but I take it up a notch.
I circle him again, slow, deliberate, before I pull back and let my teeth just barely graze his skin.
He jerks, and then I take him deeper into my mouth, and his hands find my hair to hold.
My jaw is wide, but my lips are tight, keeping my teeth hidden. I want this to be perfect. My hand grips his base, steadying him in my mouth, and my other hand cups his balls.
“Elodie.” He hisses my name, and the pleasure in his voice is praise to me.
I bob lower, careful not to gag. But if I’m honest, this is intoxicating. The man who always wants to call the shots is at my mercy. The change in his breath makes me braver to bring him deeper into the back of my throat.
“Fuck.” He breathes out in a rough, throaty voice, low enough for only me to hear.
His hips tip forward, taking him deeper.
On the challenge, I begin to pump him in my mouth until his hands hold my head in place, refusing to let me move as I hear him grit through his teeth as he twitches in my mouth and his cum slides down my throat.
I’ve succeeded. I may be on my knees, but only I can make him orgasm like that.
I suck him clean before I ease off, let him slip nearly free. I don’t even notice how or who tucks his cock back into his pants. He drags me up, steadying me. I feel that my lips are swollen and my clit is throbbing too, but I stay focused on my original mission.
"You like this? Me losing it for you?" His breath gives away that his heart rate is a little high.
I let my eyes slide up to his face, and I’m met with his jaw locked and eyes darkened with heat.
“Yes,” I faintly say.
Hayes drags his thumb across my bottom lip. “You may be a very naughty girl, but don’t mistake my desire for you as weakness, Elodie. I’m very much the one holding all the cards.”
Before I can figure out what he means, his mouth dips down to kiss me.
And I’m lost all over again.
When I get to Hayes’s place, Lola heads straight to her corner of the living room, which was never intended as a play area, yet somehow her toys have found their new home there.
I head to the fridge to figure out dinner, and Hayes must have had his housekeeper stock up earlier today, as I see new groceries already unpacked. Of course he did.
I’m not used to being taken care of in so many ways. It’s always been Lola and me. Sure, friends and family have been around, but it’s the little things that have thrown me off. I don’t even need to check, I’m positive the cleaner refreshed all the sheets, too.
Scavenging the fridge, I opt to just make a grilled cheese sandwich for Lola and me. I’m exhausted from the day, so I quickly ran home to check the damage and collect a few things. It’s not great, but it could be worse. Either way, I anticipate my stay here to be longer than I might have planned.
And that’s the way Hayes probably wants it.
Surprisingly, I'm not hitting a panic button either.
“Daddy!” I hear Lola call out, and I duck around the fridge door to see Hayes arrive home. I’ve been so lost in my thoughts that I missed hearing him arrive.
One look across the living area, and I notice the way he neatly tosses his blazer onto the back of the couch and rolls up his sleeves as he beelines it to Lola, and it smolders in a different way. He picks her up, and I soften from the image.
“How are Berry and Bagel today? I heard you get to stay here.” He tickles her belly, and she laughs.
Swinging her around on his hip, he faces me with the sweetest smile, all because of our daughter.
I stride a few steps to the island. “Are you in a rush to get to the airport?”
“Nah, I have an hour to spare. Plus, I forgot my personal tablet in case I need it for certain things.” He flashes his eyes at me.
Video sex was not on my agenda, but neither was giving him a blowjob in his office, and look how that panned out.
I only chirp a hum in response.
He sets Lola back down, and she runs back to her area. “Also wanted to check that everything is alright here?”
“Just fine. I can make you a gourmet dinner of grilled cheese before you go.”
“Tempting, but I’ll eat on the plane with Julian. Do you have a minute?” He tilts his head in the direction of the hallway entrance.
Strange but also not. I follow his lead, and when we get to the hallway, he quickly grabs and presses me against the wall, instantly thrilling me.
He drags his mouth with warm breath up to my temple. “I’m assuming you're sleeping in my bed while I’m away.”
“Oh? But there is a guest room,” I feign my choice.
He rumbles a chuckle in the back of his throat, and it vibrates along my spine. His hand braces against the wall right by my ear, the other cradling my jaw
“I’m sure my shirts can be of service when you need something to wear to bed.” His hand tilts my head, baring my throat. “But next time I come home, you'd better be in nothing at all in my bed,” he growls, a request or is it a warning?
His mouth cascades down my face, and his lips brush along mine, taunting me. Just when I think he is about to kiss me, he steps back and abandons me. The swelter I just experienced from him eases.
“It’s good that you and Lola are here. I’ll be back on Friday.
You have already made this place your home, even if you don’t realize it.
” He’s serious. “You should begin to think about that a little more.” He tucks a tendril of my hair behind my ear, his thumb brushing my skin.
“Use this week to do that.” He begins to head back in Lola’s direction.
I open my mouth to speak, but words have run dry.
Probably because deep down, I think he might be right.