CHAPTER 12DENISE
CHAPTER 12
DENISE
At five o’clock on the dot, Hugh walked into my office. The expression on his face told me we were leaving on time for a very specific reason. One that had my core clenching at all the delicious things it was about to feel. I jumped my happy ass up and out of my chair in record time to get ready to go for the night.
The walk to his place after work was quick and quiet.
When we got halfway there, his hand grabbed mine and held tight and didn’t let go until we’d gone up the elevator and into his condo. Before the door had even shut, he pulled me into him. I grabbed his coat as we collided.
My lips tingled as our tongues tangled and I held him tight, matching his ferocity with my own. He leaned closer to me, filling my senses with his scent and energy, showing me that he was in charge of where this was going. I backed up until I hit the island, dazed and dizzy from his demanding mouth.
I felt something hard hit my hand as his lips and tongue traced a hot and delicious line beneath my jaw and up to my ear.
“Here… go on and check your notifications,” he said, whispering.
I pushed the side button and saw a preview of a text from Cleo urging me to tell Hugh about Curtis’s phone call yesterday. His lips were pressed to my neck and his tongue was doing the swirly sucking thing that I really liked as I tried to focus my thoughts.
I didn’t know who I wanted to murder first, Hugh or fucking Cleo.
Both, both could work.
I shoved against his chest, but I was pinned against the island, probably a part of his plan.
“Have you lost your whole ass mind?” I hissed, shoving at him again and failing to get his lips off me.
“Anything to say?” he asked, nipping at my skin while his arms cocooned me.
“There was nothing to say,” I argued.
“Denise, I can’t help you if you don’t—”
“I didn’t ask for help,” I gasped as his fingers trailed to my breasts, pinching my nipples through my shirt.
“I know—”
“I need you. But what I don’t need is you hovering over me. I’m not worried about that man.”
Leaning back, I was able to push him back enough to poke at his chest. It made me feel better and helped clear the drunken arousal that was clouding my mind, so I did it a few more times.
“How do you know?” he asked.
I glared up at him, crossing my arms to protect my titties from his touch.
“Know what?”
“That you don’t need to be worried about him.” He cupped my cheeks as he leaned forward. “I can’t keep you safe if you keep me in the dark,” he whispered.
“I can keep me safe. And if I need your help, you have to trust that I’ll ask,” I said.
“Denny. You should’ve told me last night,” he said, his hands moving to massage down my neck.
“Why, it doesn’t change anything,” I scoffed.
“I could’ve handled it before I left.” He took a breath and moved his lips to my forehead.
His trip. Shit. I’d forgotten all about it.
“I’ll be gone and you’ll be here. Going to work, doing all the shit you normally do while I’m in San Diego.”
“Oh,” I replied, understanding his frustration.
A moment of silence passed between us, and I stared at him as he stared at me. My smart-ass mouth couldn’t help interjecting.
“Next time, use your words instead of getting me all hot to try and talk to me about some bullshit.”
He placed his hands on either side of me on the island.
“You liked it. But, you’re right. Next time I interrogate you, I’ll have your pussy in my mouth instead.” He gave me a wide smile, and I bit my lips, so I wouldn’t smile back.
“Nope, don’t be all cute.”
“So, we were both wrong, then?” he asked, leaning forward further into my space.
“Telling you meant talking about it, and I didn’t want to talk,” I said.
I definitely wasn’t wrong. Nah. Never.
Silence sat between us as he gazed down at me, he was giving me the expression that said he expected me to keep talking.
“I probably should have told you,” I gritted out.
“So, you were wrong,” he said again, his eyebrows raised.
I raised my eyebrows in return and didn’t say a word.
“You know, I don’t think I’ve ever heard you say it.”
My gaze shifted as I tried to shoulder past him. He was annoyingly strong at all the wrong times. Sure, him lifting me up like I was an unruly bag of flour was sexy as shit, but right now he was using those eyes to look at me like I was challenging him when I absolutely wasn’t. Okay, maybe I was challenging him a little, but dammit, I wasn’t wrong.
I groaned and kept my arms crossed. His eyes were smiling, even though his mouth was a thin line. I knew what he was thinking and stopped him before he could get any ideas.
“No, you lost your privileges,” I said, as his hands moved from the counter to my waist. I squeaked as he picked me up and placed me down on the marble.
“I’m leaving for SFO in four hours.”
My gaze slid away from his as his fingers grazed the outside of my thighs and made me shudder.
“Good,” I said, ignoring the warmth flooding my body.
“Really?” he asked, his lips tracing my cheek. His tongue reached out and licked a flat path all the way up the side of my face.
“Eww,” I gasped, pushing at his chest where he caught my arms. When I tried to yank them back, I realized he was holding each by the wrist.
“That was a dirty trick,” I said, pulling harder at my wrists.
“Now, I never said I played fair,” he chuckled as he bunched up the fabric of my dress and tore through the satiny material of my panties.
“I just bought those—”
His tongue flattened against my upper thigh and traced up to the spot where my thigh and my pussy met. My words were replaced with a moan. His touch was gentle as he switched to slow, wet kisses tracing up and up. A hand came up to my chest and pushed me to my back.
Just when I thought he was going to put his mouth where I needed it, he changed direction.
His fingers grabbed and pulled me forward, digging deep into the skin of my thighs. The sharp, aggressive movement was at odds with the way that his tongue gently glided over my skin. His hands rested on either side of my hips as he settled himself down between my thighs.
Once he’d thoroughly teased the sensitive skin all around my entrance, I was more than ready for his mouth to go where I needed him. Instead, he kissed his way to my fupa. He sucked as much of it as he could into his mouth, and I jerked against him, surprised that I liked it.
“Mmm, again,” I moaned.
He placed nibbling kisses along my skin, sucking and soothing the sting with soft strokes of his tongue. When I pushed up against his face, he tutted.
“You get what I give you.”
The words sent a shiver through me, and I made a noise of frustration.
“Is that misbehavior, Little Menace?”
His teeth bit down on my stomach, swift and ruthless. I cried out as I fought the urge to pull my hips free or shove his face where it needed to be.
“No,” I said through my teeth, feeling my body catching on fire.
“I didn’t think so. Considering you’re dangerously close to the edge of my patience, I suggest not pushing me.”
“Wh–”
He bit at my skin again, soothing it with his mouth as I cried out.
His hand in the middle of my chest held me down to the counter as his tongue continued its assault around my core, and I bucked up against his mouth, wordlessly begging for more. The angle made it impossible to see what he was up to, and I felt my heated skin beading sweat beneath my overcoat.
Based on his tone, I knew his next step wasn’t going to be making me come. I was pissed. But I was also getting wetter by the millisecond. He was the only man that could make me want to fuck and strangle him simultaneously.
His tongue slowly traced the seam between my fupa and my belly, and I suddenly felt self-conscious. This was intimate. Much more intimate than anything I’d ever experienced. His mouth made me feel vulnerable, torn open in front of him.
“Do you have something to tell me?” he asked, his words muffled against my skin.
I shook my head, trying to lift to see him. This wasn’t how I imagined being feasted on when I saw this island. But I also knew exactly what he’d do if I got an attitude. And that was both arousing and worrying.
When I didn’t answer, he nipped harder at my skin. I moved to push him away, but he pulled me closer to his face and sealed his mouth over my clit, slowly sucking it harder into his mouth as my fingers grabbed the back of his head to hold him there.
I shut my eyes tight and fought the urge to rock against him as his tongue moved in slow circles, making me shudder. My thighs clung to his ears as he brought me higher and higher.
“Don’t stop.”
My thighs were starting to shake, and my whole body felt like it was vibrating. If I didn’t make a sound, I could probably come without him realizing. I bit my lip and breathed through my nose as I flew higher and higher. His tongue circled and flicked… I needed a little more.
He pressed his tongue flat against my heat, stilling his movements. I tried to jerk my hips, but he held me tight to the table.
Dammit. I felt tears pooling in my eyes as I failed to get the friction I needed.
Words tumbled out past my lips of their own accord, “I was wrong. I’ll do whatever—”
The pressure on my clit was all I needed. My heart pounded in my ears as everything went silent. I could feel my mouth moving, but all I felt was excruciating bliss. My fingers dug into the material of my dress as I grunted.
I was a heaving mess as his fingers moved to my clit and his dick filled me in a single, sharp thrust.
“Fuuuu—”
His mouth found mine, stealing the words from my lips. As his tongue tangled with mine, his fingers carefully rolled my juices over my nub in sharp circles. I moaned, tasting myself on his lips, as he started a rough rhythm. My calves moved behind his thighs, sealing to either side of him.
“Pull me in,” he said against my lips. “Just like that.”
My hands grabbed at his jacket as he fucked me. Our bodies slapped together, a cacophony of sound that wasn’t dulled by the fact that we were both still clothed. Sweat was dripping down the back of my neck as my lips sucked his neck, tasting the salt on his skin. I was surrounded by his scent, and it was heavenly.
“Right there,” I said as he found the angle that massaged the perfect spot against my walls. The rhythm of his thrusts and his fingers was making me feral. The noises I was making would make me blush later, but that didn’t stop me from tightening my thighs and pleading for more. Begging for everything he had. It was a voice I didn’t recognize, a voice reserved strictly for him.
It wasn’t long before I came apart, this time it was a slow aching climax that had me grabbing tight at his tie and holding on.
“Mmm, you like that? Choking me as you come?” he moaned, his thrusts coming harder. I pulled my hands up and around his throat, holding him as he surged forward once, then twice, before he groaned his own climax against my lips.
I gripped him tight with my pussy, dragging his mouth to mine as I flexed, gripping him tight as he hissed.
“Shit.”
“Tell me to stop,” I whispered.
He hooked a finger inside me, stretching me impossibly wider and making me cry out.
“You first,” he said as I drew in a breath.
His mouth came to mine and this time the kiss was languid and sweet. We stayed that way, connected together, while erasing the world that existed outside this room.
We were in our bubble again.