Chapter 21
21
LINCOLN
“Are you working?” I lean against the office door on the second floor of Violet’s house.
She lifts her head from her laptop screen and scrunches her nose, making her look cute but flustered. Her hair is tied up in a messy bun, tendrils spilling from it haphazardly, and she’s wearing an oversized pair of luminous lilac thick-rimmed glasses.
“You wear glasses?” I’m surprised.
She pushes them up on top of her head and rests back against the office chair. “For screen work only.” She presses her fingertips into her eyes. “I thought I would catch up on the four hundred and thirty-two emails that have dropped into my inbox over the weekend. Interestingly, not one from my father to tell me about the house. I’m sure Francesca is pulling my leg.”
“I wouldn’t be able to work if this was the view from my office.” I push my hands into my pockets and walk over to the floor-to-ceiling windows, my bare feet slapping against the white-tiled flooring .
“It’s a little distracting.” Violet catches my eye. “Could you not find a tee shirt to wear, Lincoln?”
“I was hot and I’m half-dressed.” I point to the navy sweatpants I bought this morning.
She pulls her glasses down on her face, then uses her pointer finger to slide them back up her nose. “You need to go. You are too much of…” Her eyes zone in on my abs. I flex them to tease her. She groans. “Just too much.” She focuses back on her laptop screen. “My morning will be chaotic tomorrow if I don’t do this now. I have contractors to meet first thing. This is the first weekend I haven’t worked in months. Now I know why.” She seems tense. I remember that feeling and have that all to look forward to again on my return to my job.
“Is that your stationery cabinet?” I walk over to the opened unit on the other side of the office. It’s stacked high with dozens of planners, all in different colors.
“Don’t touch anything. I know where everything is. Don’t mess up my system.” She jumps out of her chair.
Labeled clear-lidded boxes are filled to the brim with rainbow-colored stickers, inserts, highlighter pens, page markers, and washi tape. What the fuck is washi tape? I laugh in confusion.
She closes the door and pushes my chest, moving me away from her coveted planner stash.
“No touching.” She waggles her pointer finger at me.
I hold my hands up in surrender. “Got it.”
She moves back to her chair.
“Can I help with anything?”
“Nope. I’m good. I just need an hour, then I am all yours.” She’s already distracted, reading something on her screen. “I don’t think I like my job anymore.”
“No? ”
“It’s the same crap, every day and night. It used to excite me.”
“And now?”
“Mundane, expected, and recently I’ve been asking myself, is this all there is to my life? Last night was the first time I have been out on a Saturday in months that wasn’t in a work capacity.”
“Maybe you need a vacation?”
“Or a new job.” She sighs. “Ignore me. I get like this from time to time.” Her expert fingers glide across her keyboard, creating a pandemonium of tapping sounds.
“I’ll take Pom-pom for a walk, then.”
“I’m not sure what I am ordering tonight to eat. You pick.”
“Or I could fuck you on this desk,” I say, aware she’s not listening to me.
“Sounds like a good choice to me. Do they do chili prawns? I love them. But extra hot.”
“Or lick your lovely pussy under the desk while you’re sorting out your emails.”
She taps angrily on her keyboard. “Jennifer, there is no more money left in the budget for a new ergonomic chair for your home office.”
And she hasn’t noticed I’m now standing by her side. I spin the chair around and lean over her.
She sucks in a breath. “What are you doing?”
“Helping you relax.” I slide my hands up her thighs, which look bronzed by today’s sun.
“But I am work?—”
I cup my hand over her mouth. “Shhhhh. Will you stop talking?” I raise my eyebrows.
She nods her head.
“Good girl. And keep the glasses on; they make you look like a sexy secretary.” I remove my hand .
I trace my fingertips to the hem of her booty shorts.
“Lift your hips for me.”
“Bu—”
I give her a don’t question me look.
Willingly, she tilts her hips off the chair, allowing me to slide her shorts off.
“Tee shirt too,” I command.
She removes it without being asked twice and flips her lilac top up over her head, revealing she’s braless.
I drop to my knees. She looks down at me as I spread her thighs wide. Our eyes lock and the force of a hurricane pounds against my chest. I never want this thing we have to end.
Violet reaches down and cups my cheek. “What are we going to do?” she asks, as if she’s speaking to herself.
Does she mean now or in the future?
I can’t answer that question, so I don’t. Instead, I lean forward, drag her hips to the edge of the seat, and kiss her clit.
She hooks her legs over the arms of the chair, giving herself to me.
With deft fingers, I tease her now-swollen lips, before parting them gently, then suck her clit into my mouth.
There is no force, no rush. Just soft and careful licks and flicks needed to soothe her stress away.
I spread her lips wider, and flatten my tongue against her wet core, making her cry out. Drawing small circles around her hole, I then insert my rigid tongue into her wet center, and push it in and out over and over, edging her until she’s writhing and panting my name.
Violet lets out a soft, “Oooh.” Grinding her pussy into my mouth to find her own release. “I need to come, Linc.”
I pull back slightly to get a good look at her now pink and soaked-for-me pussy. “I know, sweet Petal. I know.” I trace my fingertips over her clit, then flick it with more force.
She arches her back and I know I’ve found her sweet spot. She’s almost there.
“You’re so sexy when you come. Give yourself to me and come. Let all your stress go, Petal.”
I kiss her inner thigh.
When I look up, she’s staring at me. She smiles and I can’t stop the grin forming on my lips before I focus my attention back on her clit as I slide two fingers into her hot heat and hold them there, deep.
Her moans become more prominent and wild.
I push my fingers against her inner walls, curving my fingers, teasing her insides and beckoning for her to come while lavishing licks at her clit. I go faster, finger-fucking her until she comes all over my fingers, coating them with her arousal.
“Oh, you’re so good at that,” she coos, sweeping her fingers through my hair, sending shivers down my spine. Every touch of hers turns me on so bad.
I remove my fingers and suck them into my mouth. “You taste like heaven.”
With hooded eyes, she watches and licks her lips. “I wouldn’t know. I’ve never been.” She sighs.
“I’ve just taken you there.”
“What we do together feels more like hell. Hot. Unquenchable. I’m certain there is always something trying to eat you up.” She giggles.
I love it when she laughs.
Unhooking her legs from the arms of the chair, she places her feet flat on the floor. “Thank you.” She kisses my lips. “I needed that. ”
“I know. Now put your clothes back on and work. We have a dinner date down the stairs in an hour.”
“Done. I’ll be able to concentrate much better now.”
“Thought it would help.” I rise to my full height. “And you can help me with my concentration later on.” I point at my full-mast erection through my trousers.
“I can do that now.” She licks her plump lips.
“Nope. Work.” I rub my pounding cock. Christ, that is painful. “Fun later. I’m off to walk Pom-pom then I’ll order dinner.”
“You know, if you keep doing nice things for me, I might just ask you to marry me and you could be my personal assistant in every way.” She half laughs, and then her eyes go wide and her cheeks blush pink as she realizes what she said.
Our eyes bore through each other.
In a fully vulnerable moment, completely naked, Violet pulls herself up from her chair and walks over to me. She looks up at me with her big dark doe eyes. “You know I’m kidding, don’t you?”
Was she?
“And honestly, Lincoln, I don’t know why I met you, but there is a reason. I’m not stupid and I am fully aware you can’t make me any promises past a few weeks. But promise me this, please. Tell me if you want out because although I asked you to take a leap of faith with me, I know that it’s also okay to take a step back too, when it all becomes too much. To protect this.” She lays her delicate hand against my chest.
Fuck. My heart beats more rapidly because I want to jump into the abyss with her, but the only words that leave my mouth are, “Okay. It’s only been a few days. We’ll take a day at a time.”
Okay? We’ll take a day at a time?
I’m an idiot .
“Okay.” She pats my chest twice. Her bountiful ass jiggles as she rushes back to her desk and puts her clothes back on.
It’s only been a few days?
I flee from the room and roll my eyes at my stupidity.
“Remember to put a top on. Those abs are for my eyes only, Lincoln Black.”
I stop at the bottom of the stairs so I can hear what she’s saying as she talks to herself.
“Oh, nice one, Violet. What an absolute ass I am. Oh, I might just ask you to marry me.” She puts on a warbled, low voice. “Idiot. It’s been three days, you silly woman. What an utterly stupid thing to say. It just slipped out. New rule, think before you speak. Way to lose all your coolness. Christ, who am I kidding? I was never cool. Right, emails.” I hear her pulling her chair back to her desk. “And who the hell wants to be called Violet Black? That’s a stupid goddamn name if ever I heard it. Violet West-Black. Violet Black-West.” She groans.
So she’s thought about her name.
“That name will never work. I will sound like a color swatch. Why did my parents not call me something like Jane or Monica, but oh no, ‘ We called you Violet because violets were your grandmother’s favorite’ ?” She mimics a high-pitched posh voice. “Could she not have picked a flower called Susan?”
I have a little chuckle at the bottom of the stairs.
She’s funny.
I’m in so much trouble.