Chapter Eight
ADRIAN
Bar Harbor, ME
Was Isobel fuckin’ kidding me with this? She’d literally tilted my world on its axis, seemingly out of nowhere, and then just left. Fuck that shit.
Reaching down to pull up my pants and boxer briefs, I fastened the zipper and button, my belt still hanging loose, before I made a beeline for the door that separated our rooms and threw open the one on my side. I was glad we had adjoining rooms for once, because I wasn’t letting her run away that easily. I could pound on her door all afternoon if she didn’t answer. But considering the raw neediness I saw in her eyes when she fled, I had a feeling that would dampen her plans to touch that wet clit I teased her about.
“Open the fuckin’ door, Isobel,” I growled before I thumped the side of my fist against the solid wood. She could run, but she certainly couldn’t fucking hide, and my mouth was watering at the prospect of tasting the result of her almost torturous blow job. She’d been completely into teasing the shit out of me, and I knew I was right when I said she was throbbing. You didn’t give head like that if it didn’t turn you the fuck on.
“I can bang on this all fuckin’ day if I need to,” I shouted while I continued to pound. “Don’t make me pick the lock. It’s been a while, but I can do it.”
I hadn’t picked a deadbolt since I’d been in high school, likely when I was along for the ride on one of Hutch’s dumbass pranks, but I still remembered how, and I was pretty sure the metal clip from one of my pens would do just fine in place of a picking kit.
“I know you’re in there! Get your hand out of your fuckin’ skirt and open this goddamn door before I make a scene and pound on the hallway door.”
I could hear a muffled curse and the unmistakable sound of the deadbolt on the other side of the door softly clicking.
Fuck yes.
Without allowing her to get it fully open herself, I pushed the door as soon as it started to creak open, grasping her hand before she could escape.
“Oh, I don’t think so. Where the fuck do you think you’re going?” I growled as I shouldered my way into the room and immediately swung her into my chest, bending down to grasp the back of her thighs and striding toward the king-sized bed along the opposite wall. She was fuckin’ delusional if she thought I wasn’t returning the favor—maybe with a prolonged little tease and orgasm denial of my own. Making her come wasn’t optional. I was going to get something inside that pussy.
“What are you doing?” she squealed while she pounded a fist against the back of my shoulder that turned into a moan as I sucked on the skin at the side of her neck.
“I’m taking care of you. No way am I letting you finger fuck yourself in here alone when I can taste how much you want it myself. But nice try at running away.”
“Maybe I wasn’t going to use my fingers.”
“Fuck that, you’re gonna cover my face with it. Or do you want me to watch you with some inadequate toy before I make you come again with my tongue harder than it can?”
“Wha—?” Her question turned into a moan as I slipped one hand beneath the hem of her skirt, my finger tracing the edge of the lace covering. And that’s when I felt the wet heat I knew she’d been hiding. Bingo .
“Fuck, you’re soaked. Did my dirty girl enjoy sucking my cock? Did it make you hot?”
“Fuck you,” she hissed as she bit down on my neck, but it spurred me on, my fingers pressing more insistently and rubbing against her throbbing clit. There was no way she could hide the effect her little act of dominance had, and my cock surged back to life, remembering how satisfied she’d looked when she’d maintained that defiant eye contact with me while she’d licked my dick like a fucking lollipop.
“Not right now, babe, but I’m sure we can work up to that. I believe your clit and I have some unfinished business.”
Throwing her back onto the mattress, I didn’t give her a chance to flee as I caged her in with one forearm across her stomach. The fingers of my other hand sought out her flimsy underwear, and I yanked them roughly down her thighs while she moaned with an arm thrown across her eyes.
“I don’t fuckin’ think so. You made me watch, so you’re gonna watch me as I make you come. Eyes down here, Isobel.”
She hesitated as she peeked beneath her forearm, giving me a wary look.
“I’ve got all night, babe. Watch what I do to you, or I’ll just keep you pinned down so I can tease you like you teased me.”
“I can do it myself.” Her pout was almost cute, and I had no doubt she could get herself off, but she’d started this game, and I was going to fuckin’ finish it.
“But you know it’ll feel better if I do it.”
“God, you’re so full of yourself,” she mumbled, and I laughed as my fingers crept back under her skirt, using the tips to tease her clit with barely there touches. I could do this all night. Unlike her, I didn’t give a shit about the networking people did during the conference dinners.
“Bet you’d like to be full of me too. A lot,” I teased before I pressed a finger inside her, searching for the place I knew could make her squirm. “But I’m gonna fuck you with my tongue first. Have you ridin’ my fingers and beggin’ for it. ”
“Oh, fuck.” Her back arched as my thumb softly pressed on her clit, hovering while I added a second finger inside. She was panting and squirming against the sheets, her legs spread while my hands continued to tease her beneath the demure, professional skirt.
“Watch.” I lifted my forearm and rolled up the front hem of her skirt, revealing her pretty pink pussy. She wasn’t bare, but she clearly took grooming seriously with a neatly trimmed patch of light blonde hair.
“Hmm, looks like the carpet matches the drapes.” Leaning forward, I blew a stream of hot air where my thumb rested, enjoying how she squirmed and reached forward to grasp my shirt collar.
“You’re a dick,” she growled while I teased her, never increasing the pace of my fingertips.
“Yeah. But you already knew that. And it fuckin’ turns you on. Looks like you soaked the back of your skirt,” I chuckled, moving my thumb and replacing it with the tip of my tongue.
She released my collar and let out the sexiest moan as she fell back on the mattress, her hands tightly gripping the sheets on either side of her hips. Part of me wanted her fingers in my hair, holding me to her, but I knew with enough teasing that it’d happen without me asking.
“Mmm, so wet,” I hummed against her skin, enjoying the sucking sounds my fingers were making as they slowly fucked her. It didn’t matter if she liked me as a person. She clearly wanted my touch, and I didn’t plan to stop until she’d had hers.
I’d spent years fantasizing about what might be under her impenetrable professional exterior, and I was pleasantly surprised by the sensual, enticing woman she’d shown me this afternoon. Taking my time licking her pussy would be far from a hardship.
“Please stop being so soft,” she panted, with her head thrown to the side, but her eyes watched my every move .
“We both know I’m far from fuckin’ soft, Is. But I’m not done here. You got to tease me, and it’s my turn, so lay back down and take it.”
My lips curved around her clit, and I sucked softly, laving the little piece of enticing flesh with my tongue until she was squirming and having trouble holding in her moans. Isobel may have hated the tease, but turnabout’s fair play and it was my turn to play.
“Fuck, more. Oh God, I need more. Harder.”
Her back arched as she moaned, one hand grasping my forearm and digging in her nails while I felt her tremble beneath me. She was close, and I knew it could all be over with a little more suction and a strategically placed finger, but I hadn’t been joking. This was my turn to make her desperate.
Deciding to ignore her request, I lazily drew my tongue along her lips, skirting around the throbbing nub at the top and repeating the circuit as my fingers softly stroked her from the inside. The flush on the skin I could see above her modest neckline showed me she liked it. But the little frustrated growls she let out while she tried to push her hips into my movements to get me where she wanted indicated it wasn’t enough to push her over. Good . Then my plan for payback was working.
I watched transfixed while her chest rose and fell as I continued to pleasure her, and I wished I’d had the foresight to get her naked, but the conservative business attire was doing it for me. Once she stopped fighting me, I carefully untucked her blouse with my other hand, a gasp echoing around us as my fingers slowly traced the skin above her navel. I wanted to lick it, but my tongue was otherwise engaged with the teasing driving her insane.
“You’re so fucking hot,” I groaned into her, leaning forward on the edge of the mattress, finally sucking her clit into my mouth before my fingers crept beneath the lace of her bra. She had spectacular breasts but typically kept them hidden with snug, high-necked blouses at work. I’d often wondered if it was because she was one of those women who bought heavily padded bras to make their curves more pronounced, but there was just a generous handful once I got my palm underneath the thin material.
Moaning into her, I pinched her nipple with one hand and pressed harder with the fingers of my other, enjoying the way she bucked her hips into my face when I hit that spot. The one I knew would make her explode.
“Hmm,” I hummed as I experimentally slowed my speed, returning to my previous teasing pace.
“Fuck, that,” she groaned as she grabbed a fistful of my hair and held my head in place. “Quit fucking around and make me come. Playtime later.”
“You promise?” I chuckled when I looked up at her from between her legs, almost laughing aloud at the look of sheer frustration painted across her delicate features. I’d seen that look aimed at me in countless meetings, but seeing it while I had a face full of her pussy was by far my favorite.
“Yes, God. Just get this over with already.”
That statement uttered in a sexual context typically meant that the woman wasn’t having a good time, but as I lowered my mouth again and finally stopped the teasing little strokes, the way she moaned and tightened her fingers in my hair exhibited the exact opposite. She may have been angry with me, but she was fucking enjoying it.
Isobel flushed and desperate with her back arched high, mid-orgasm, and pulling my hair out at the roots was something I couldn’t erase from my mind.
She’d looked glorious kneeling at my feet with my cock in her mouth, but knowing that I’d given her an orgasm that had her crashing to the sheets breathless with a hand thrown over her eyes was fucking phenomenal.
I knew if I kept going, I could force another one out of her, but the exhausted groan she let out as I licked up her release had me wanting to kiss her instead .
Our mouths had never touched throughout this encounter, and I found myself almost desperate for it as I removed my fingers and settled on the bed beside her. Her eyes were tightly closed, but the trace of a smile on her face had me wanting to roll her toward me—with a lot less clothing—and settle her on my chest until she was ready for more.
“Feeling better?” My fingers traced along the side of her cheek, carefully tucking a stray lock of hair that’d fallen from her tight bun. With a sigh, her eyes flickered open, and her head lolled in my direction. For once, the look directed toward me wasn’t irate, just satisfied and curious as she lifted a hand and smoothed back where she’d destroyed my hair. I didn’t mind one bit. Each out-of-place strand was a visual reminder of her pleasure and what we’d done.
I wasn’t sure what this meant, her sudden and impromptu blow job and then my reaction to her trying to run away.
On paper, we didn’t make sense, like Greek fire and water—explosive and destructive. But there was something about her I wanted to uncover. I wanted to push back the professional barriers she’d placed between us due to my often-terrible behavior.
“Don’t look so pleased with yourself. I’m not going to sleep with you.” Her voice was slightly raspy, but the defiance bled back in as she rolled to her side, mirrored my pose, and tucked her arms against her chest.
“I didn’t think you were.” Nor did I expect it. We both knew she was in charge.
Brows pinched together at my acquiescence, her lips pursed as she readied to confront me, likely to kick me out, but I wouldn’t let her brush me off anymore. While this afternoon may have been purely physical, something prompted her to jump me, and I wanted to find out what it was.
“Quit being a dick,” she huffed, pushing my hand away from the side of her face. I settled for placing it on her hip and scooting forward, so our chests touched.
“We both know that’s not going to happen either.”
A ghost of a smile crossed her full lips that were red from either biting or her very competent oral skills.
“You don’t need to stay here. We’ve got it out of our systems. We can just call it a lapse in judgment and return to work as normal next week.”
I chuckled, pulling her closer. She didn’t fight me, her small hand grasping my collar as her warm breath tickled my chin.
“Nothing will ever be normal about working with you ever again. You may be able to return to work like nothing happened, but I don’t think that’s an experience I will ever forget.”
“Stop.” Her voice was soft, but her eyes were desperate. Although, I didn’t see regret, so I wasn’t sure how to take this sudden return to the co-worker who despised me. “Don’t try to sweet-talk me. This is never happening again.”
“I’m sure you believe that,” I responded, leaning forward to run my lips along the side of her jaw, threading my fingers through her hair while I whispered in her ear. “But we both know things will never be the same after today.”
Wiggling her hand between our chests, she pushed, trying to arch away from my touch. With one soft kiss beneath her ear, I released her, watching as she placed a few feet between our bodies. I wanted to follow her and pin her arms above her head while I kissed all the skin exposed along her neckline, but I had a feeling that would get me a kneecap shoved in my nutsack.
“We’re not going to talk about this. I was…” she trailed off, closing her eyes and shaking her head slightly. “I was clearly under the effects of something when I pushed you against that door, and I’m not even sure what happened here, but…it’s not happening again. Ever.”
She’d been seated at another table during our lunch break, but I hadn’t seen her take a sip from anything but her water bottle, so I wasn’t sure exactly what she was under the effects of, but I would let her keep her secrets. For now.
“What exactly were you under the effects of? ”
She blushed, averting her eyes before she spoke softly. “Charm, pretty eyes, a big…”
“Dick?”
“No. A big fucking ego. Not everything is about your dick.”
“But sometimes it is.”
“That’s just,” she huffed. “It’s not the point. Nothing good came from this.”
“Not so sure about that. Seemed like there was some good coming involved. At least from me.”
As far as what happened in her room…
“I believe what happened after that was me worshiping your pussy until you screamed my name and came all over my face. But that’s just my interpretation of things.”
“I didn’t scream your name.” Her eyes widened, and I could tell she was about to lay into me, so I quickly reached forward and covered her mouth with my palm.
”—but if you want me to be your dirty little secret, that’s fine. I can be patient.”
She tried to talk around my hand. Her voice was muffled until she pried my hand away.
“There is nothing secret going on here and you don’t have a patient bone in your body.”
The erection in my pants spoke otherwise, but I’d give her space. We worked in the same office, so we’d be bound to run into each other eventually, and until then, I’d wait until she came to me again because I had a feeling this little tryst wasn’t quite over for either of us.
Leaning forward, I grasped the hand that tried to push back on my chest again, holding it still while I placed a soft kiss on her cheek, close to her lips. I desperately wanted to know how they tasted, but I knew if she wanted me to kiss her, she would have asked for it. While I would coax her into an orgasm she clearly needed, I wasn’t kissing her without her wanting it just as much as I did .
“I’ll see you at dinner. You might want to clean yourself up a bit. You’re looking a little disheveled.” Sitting up quickly, I fastened my belt, adjusting my cuffs as I rose, and headed toward the open door where our rooms adjoined. “I’ll leave my side unlocked,” I teased before I slipped through the opening, drawing her door closed behind me. “Just in case you’re feeling tempted again.”
“You’re a dick!” Isobel yelled as the door closed, and I tried to hold in my laugh. She was right, I was a dick, but she’d seemed to enjoy playing with mine quite a bit earlier, so she couldn’t hate me too much.