Chapter 34
Chapter Thirty-Four
Wren
While I enjoy parts of my job, this type of work doesn’t fulfill me in the way I hoped it would. Sure, I get to help those who require it, but my ultimate goal is to protect the company, not its employees, and that makes my skin crawl. I don’t give two flying fucks about this institution. They “pride” themselves on being transparent and caring for their people, but after what I’ve seen, it’s the polar opposite.
A few other colleagues join the meeting, and Vera starts to go over the cases that need immediate attention. With my eyes on my boss, I hardly notice the door behind me crack open and a man with bed head pop in, only to retreat when he sees me on my computer.
Flicking my eyes back to Vera, I jolt when a hand squeezes my knee. “Theo? What are you doing down there?” I whisper.
“Nothing.” He leans forward and kisses my bare leg.
“Theodore,” I hiss as his hands reach underneath my shorts. “Now is not the time!” I say so only he can hear me.
“Wren? Is everything okay?” Vera asks.
With color rushing to my cheeks, I nod. “Perfect, I just need a moment. Excuse me.” Turning off my camera and mic, I direct my attention back to Theo. “Theodore?—”
“I love when you say my name.” He works my shorts over my ass and down my legs, leaving me in my white tee and black panties.
“Theo, this is seriously not a good time.”
He nips my thigh. “I miss you. You left me all alone. . . to fend for myself.” And there goes my underwear. “You look stressed.”
“Pardon me if I ‘look stressed,’” I mumble even though I’m muted. “My best friend is about to go down on me during a work meeting.”
“Boyfriend.” He corrects me while bringing me to the edge of my chair.
“Boyfriend,” I repeat with a small smile. “My boyfriend is about to go down on me during a work meeting.”
“That’s my girl.”
“Theo, I don’t think— Oh my god,” I gasp.
“Don’t think,” he murmurs while licking my folds to my clit. “Let me please you. I’m desperate, bebita.”
“Say that again,” I plead.
“Bebita,” he moans between sucking.
“Yes,” I whimper.
His touch is frustratingly soft, tracing down my thigh. His breath is warm, and when he murmurs my name, it sends shivers through me. Every caress, every gentle nip feels like electricity against my skin, like I’m unraveling under his hands and mouth, completely vulnerable to him—and I love it.
Theo places my legs over his shoulders, giving him full access to my core.
“Keep talking,” I beg, curling my hands in his hair and holding him in place.
“Podría hacer esto todo el día. Nunca me cansaré de ti,” he says while kissing and nipping me.
The tip of his tongue flicks over me rapidly, and my legs start to shake.
“Oh, my fucking?—”
“Wren? Is everything okay?” Vera asks.
My eyes shoot open, and tension crawls into my shoulders. “Theo, we have to stop.”
He shakes his head, and the motion makes me writhe. “No.” Pulling me closer to his mouth, he devours my clit. “Can’t stop.”
“Fuck.” My moan is high pitched.
The way Theo looks at me like I’m the only thing in his world right now sends a thrill through me. Every kiss, every touch, has me melting, losing myself to him entirely. I’ve never wanted someone like this, with every fiber of my being. It’s terrifying, but I don’t want him to stop. I’m not even sure I could find the willpower to ask him to.
“Wrenly?”
I inhale deeply and clear my throat before pressing the unmute button. I turn my camera and mic back on. “I’m here.”
Damn, my cheeks are beyond red. Hopefully, no one notices.
“Are you feeling okay?” she asks.
Theo fills me with two fingers.
I cover my mouth to hide my moan with a pretend cough. “Allergies. Is it okay if I mute and turn my camera off?”
I’m struggling to keep my composure. Theo fucking Torres arches his fingers, and I let out a small squeal while gripping the edge of the desk.
“Don’t worry about it. Take the Harrison case and update me by the end of this week.”
“Thank you. Have a great day!” I hurry off the meeting and lean back in my chair, relinquishing control.
“Good girl,” he purrs against me.
“You could have gotten me fired,” I rasp, grinding against his face.
“Quit, you don’t need to work.”
“Do you know how much credit card debt I’m in?”
He places a finger against my lips. “I’ll pay it.”
“Theo—”
“We’ll talk about it later. Right now, I need you to sit on my face.”
“What?”
He spins my chair around and helps me up before lying on the bed. He props himself up with his elbows and bites his lower lip, beckoning me forward with his finger.
As I get on the bed, he cups my face and whispers, “Siéntate en mi cara.” Then he kisses me.
Pulling back, I rasp, “What?”
“Sit. On. My. Face.” He enunciates each word.
Nerves have my breath coming faster as he gets comfortable. I’ve never done this before, and I’m far from small.
“What if I?—”
He tugs me toward him. Moving his hands up the backside of my thighs, he trails up to my ass, leaving his finger’s imprints on my skin as he digs into the soft flesh. “Don’t make me beg.”
I trusted him before; I can do it again. I take in a long inhale and release it while straddling his chest. We maintain eye contact, and he encourages me forward by pushing my lower back. Shoving down my thoughts, I follow his wordless command.
His breath is warm, and he hums as I settle above his lips. “That’s my girl. Now, sit.”
He takes my entire weight and works his mouth over me. Licking, sucking, kissing with the right amount of pressure. Black spots fill my vision, and no matter how hard I try, I can’t catch my breath. The noises are divine. They echo off the walls and fill my ears.
It’s not long before I give in. Moving my hips, I ride his tongue, and his moan vibrates against my clit.
“Theo,” I moan.
His dark eyes narrow, and he digs his fingers into my skin. “Fuck, I can’t take it anymore,” he growls. “I need you to ride me.”
He doesn’t have to tell me twice.
Freeing myself from his grasp, I take my shirt off and unhook my bra, far too eager to have his bare skin against mine. When I toss my bra, I look back at him and lean down to kiss his abs as he tries to kick his pants off.
“You’re taking too long,” I giggle.
“These stupid pants,” he grumbles.
With another laugh, I reach down, pull his pants down his ankles, and drop them to the floor.
My knees press into the mattress as I lift myself over his body. “Oh my god, Theo,” I gasp as I grind against his length. “You feel so good.”
His cock is so hard, and I’m so wet. The mere sensation is almost enough to make me come.
“Lift that ass,” he orders.
I heed his command, raise myself, and he fists his cock, rubbing the tip along my entrance. I contract around him as he slides inside me, and my jaw drops open as I shudder from the sensation.
“Theo!” I cry out when he fills me entirely. Chills race up my body, and my head spins. I’m too wound up. I don’t think I can— “Fuck!”
Theo pulls back before pressing into me and hitting my G-spot. Every muscle in my body stiffens and then relaxes. Hot flurries dance over my skin while pleasure ripples through my core. His cock was all I needed.
He is all I need.
“Did you really just come?” he pants.
I rest my forehead against his and nod. “Yes, I’m sorry.”
Theo smiles, and his cheeks turn rosy pink. “You’re so fucking hot.”
With my hands on his chest, I use him for support as I bounce on his length, allowing the pleasure to return.
“That’s it, baby girl, ride my cock.” He keeps his eyes on me.
The tip of his erection hits my most sensitive spot repeatedly, and when he closes his eyes and moans, satisfaction lights me up.
I’m doing this to him. Me. Not Amanda or anyone else he’s been with. It’s Theo and me.
“Wren.” He places his hands on my hips to guide me. “Don’t stop.”
I palm his cheek and say, “Look at me.”
His eyes shoot open, but it’s not long before they move from my gaze right down to my breasts.
With a smirk, I press them together and feather my knuckles over my nipples. “Do you want to play with these?”
Theo eagerly nods, so I bend forward, and he sits up, meeting me halfway. Looking up at me, he wraps his lips around my nipple and gently sucks on it. No one has ever made me feel this way, and Theo makes me realize what I’ve been missing out on.
A hungry groan leaves his lips while he licks my hardened nipple, kissing it. Meanwhile, I’m riding his cock like I’m trying to tame him. His moans and grunts add to my pleasure, and I wonder if my own noises do the same for him.
Theo presses my breasts together, kissing each one and giving them equal attention as I whimper. “I’m going to come.”
“I know, baby. Give me everything before I spill into your tight pussy. I need to hear you scream.”
“Can you?—”
Knowing exactly what I need, Theo lifts me up and flips me so my back is on the bed. Stretching my legs back, he sits straight up and hammers inside me.
Fire spreads through my veins, and my back stiffens as pleasure builds. “Theo!”
“Yes! Just like that!”
As a moan bubbles past my lips, his cock flexes, and he groans.
“Fuck!” I scream, and he holds himself still. He tightens his grip on me as he watches me.
As I come down from my high, he grabs my hips and thrusts twice before his jaw drops, a series of grunts rumbling from his chest. Throwing his head back, he fills me, and the sensation is a sin.
“Fuck,” he breathes as he frees his cock.
He collapses next to me, and I watch him from my peripheral. A small smile creeps onto my face as he works on catching his breath.
“You really like me, don’t you?” I try to sound lighthearted, but I can’t help the small catch in my voice.
He chuckles and wraps his arm around my waist, pulling me close enough that I can feel his breath warm on my cheek.
“More than you know.” He presses his lips to my temple in a way that’s grounding, real. “I’m not going anywhere, Wren.”
I smile, snuggling into him, my heart fluttering. “Promise?”
He squeezes my hand, his thumb tracing little circles. “Promise,” he says softly, his lips lingering against my forehead like a gentle vow.
He scoots closer and drapes his arm over my stomach. “This isn’t a trick, and this isn’t a dream.” He feathers his knuckles over my jawline. “Eres mía y yo soy tuyo.” His voice is thick with emotion as he caresses my jawline.
The way he says it, like it’s a solemn promise, sends a shiver through me.
“What does that mean?” I ask, my voice barely above a whisper, eyes wide with curiosity.
He smiles, brushing his lips softly against mine. “It means you’re mine, and I’m yours. Always.”