Chapter 30 #2
“I don’t give a fuck what you thought. From this moment on, you’ll keep your hands to yourself. You won’t so much as speak to her unless it’s about your dog. When Luna’s in the clear, and once our baby is here, we’ll contact you about signing away your rights. That’s what you wanted, right?”
Tyler’s jaw rolls, and he shakes his head. “You know, I never thought you’d let a woman come between us.”
“You put her there. I told you to leave her the fuck alone, but you couldn’t help yourself, could you? You just had to take her from me.”
He scoffs. “Whatever. Hope you’re enjoying the sloppy seconds. My girl.” His gaze flicks from Angie’s face to her belly. “And my baby.”
My fist connects with Tyler’s jaw, sending him stumbling into the wall. His hand comes up to cradle the injury, drawing attention to the rapidly forming bruise.
“Get. The. Fuck. Out.” I punctuate each word with a menacing step in his direction.
“We’ll have her assistant call you when Luna’s ready to go home.
Until then, I don’t want to see you around my wife ever again.
Not unless you’re scribbling your name on a piece of paper that says that woman and her baby have nothing to fucking do with you anymore. Got it?”
“Fuck you, Griffin.” With those parting words, he shoves out the door.
“Was that necessary?” Angie asks, leaning against the front desk with her arms crossed over her chest.
I grip her hips and pull her against me. “No one talks about my wife and baby that way. No one.”
Her chest rises and falls with each indrawn breath. “I like it when you get all growly,” she says, running her palm along my forearm.
I lean in close and run my nose across her cheek until my lips are hovering over hers. “Tell me what else you like, Angel.”
“I like how protective you are,” she says.
Pride swells inside me, and I take a slow step backward, inching us toward her office. My nerves are still buzzing with raw possessiveness.
“What else?”
“I like it when you call me yours,” she murmurs.
“Mm. You are mine.”
Her palm lowers between us, squeezing my erection through my jeans. “I like your big, thick cock.”
I push through her office door and close it behind us. Blood rushes south with startling efficiency, pooling in my groin. The things I want to do to this woman…
I twist the lock, listening for the satisfying click that tells me I have her all to myself until I decide otherwise.
There’s a plush velvet sofa in her office, and I’d love to lay her out and take my time with her, but it’s the middle of the workday, and we both have obligations. Still, I can’t let her get away without reminding her that I belong to her as much as she belongs to me.
I tug her shirt off over her head and toss it to the wayside. Her breasts are almost spilling out of the top of her lacy white bra, engorged beyond my wildest dreams. My lips press to her collarbone as I unhook the bra and let it drop to the floor.
I let my mouth trail lower, over the swells of each breast and down, closing around one puffy pink nipple. She gasps as I lick and suck on the stiff peak, kneading the soft flesh in my palms. Something sweet hits my tongue, and I moan in satisfaction.
“Fucking hell,” I groan. “You taste incredible.”
She gazes at me with a wide-eyed expression. “Am I leaking?”
A bead of milky liquid pools between my thumb and forefinger. I bring it to my mouth and lick it up.
“Oh my god, I’m leaking!”
I press a soft kiss against her lips. “Shhh. Let me clean up the mess.”
My tongue lathes against her breasts, lapping up everything she has to offer. It’s not much yet, but fuck is it sexy as hell.
When I’m done, I toss a throw pillow onto the floor. “Get on your knees and show me just how much you like this big, thick cock.”
I take her hand and help lower her onto the cushion. Her gaze stays locked on mine as she brings her hands to my belt buckle. The tug of my zipper echoes off the walls in the quiet office, the only sound other than my heart pounding in my ears.
I doubt there will ever be a day when Angie doesn’t affect me like this, no matter how many times I’ve seen her on her knees for me.
Her tongue darts out to wet her lips as she frees my straining erection. Her dainty hand wraps around the base, squeezing lightly as she takes me into her warm mouth. She pushes forward again, only to pull back rapidly, spit into her hand, and slick her saliva along my rigid length.
The next time she takes me into her mouth, she damn near swallows me whole, and a whimper slips past my lips.
She watches me with unmitigated heat in her eyes as she begins to bob up and down on my cock.
A mass of dark hair surrounds her face, obscuring my view, so I wrap it around my fist and hold it there.
I give an experimental thrust forward, hitting the back of her throat. When she doesn’t so much as flinch, I do it again and again. She meets me thrust for thrust, sucking and swirling her tongue with expert precision.
“That’s it, baby girl. You know exactly how to take care of me, don’t you?”
She presses her thighs together.
“Mm. Such a good little slut for me.”
She wraps a second hand around my cock, twisting in opposite directions. My eyes roll back in my head at the added friction.
“Fuck. I’m gonna come,” I rasp out the gruff warning, but she doesn’t let up. “Angel, I’m—”
She pulls off me with a lewd pop, her hands still working me over. Her chest heaves as she catches her breath, and the sight of her like that is all I need to finish me off. I’m absolutely wrecked.
My orgasm tears through me like a goddamn hurricane, filling her mouth with cum, and coating her chest and chin as well.
“That’s it. Take it all,” I grit out the words as the orgasm subsides.
She swallows and swipes a finger in the mess, bringing it to her lips.
I fall to my knees and cradle her face in my palms. “You’re mine, Angel, but I’m yours, too.”
She presses her forehead to my temple, still catching her breath. With Angelina in life, I might never be able to catch mine.