Chapter 16
NICK
Itap my pen against the notepad in front of me lazily, taking one last glance at the figures projected before nodding sharply.
“Anything to add?” I ask Marcus.
Wednesday meetings are important for the planning team, but my mind has been elsewhere throughout the whole thing. It’s hard to focus when Riley is less than ten feet from me, wrapped up in a pretty green sweater and looking utterly edible.
I never thought watching someone work could be so enticing.
“Nothing from me,” my brother says, offering the marketing team a beaming smile, dark eyes twinkling with pride. “You all did great. I’ll meet with you next week to finalize the adjustments we made to the advertisements and then we’ll be good to move forward. Good work.”
Marcus has always been more free with his compliments than I have, which is a good thing. If I were responsible for keeping morale up, I’d blow my fucking brains out.
I only give praise when it’s earned.
Or whenever Riley turns those pretty eyes on me.
“Get to it. You’re all dismissed.” Chairs squeak as everyone rolls out from the polished conference table, papers shuffling and laptops closing.
Low chatter hums through the marketing team, several of them already shooting ideas back and forth as Marcus is quickly drawn into conversation.
“Miss Morgan,” I say, cutting through the fading chatter as people file out.
“Stay behind for a moment. I want to discuss a few of these figures with you.”
Riley glances between me and the charts still projected, and I almost laugh when I realize she thinks I’m serious.
I forget just how innocent that mind of hers is sometimes.
It only makes me want to corrupt her more.
She’s busy pulling up reports, probably to show me where she got the figures she presented from, but I couldn’t care less. First of all, her work is always perfect. Secondly, I need to get my mouth on her before I explode.
As soon as the door clicks shut behind the last person, I reach over and snap the lid of her laptop shut, smirking at the way she jumps and squeaks in surprise.
“I don’t need to go over your work, Riley,” I purr, leaning back and dragging my eyes over her hungrily. “I just wanted an excuse to keep you a little longer.”
She flushes bright red across the bridge of her nose, and it makes me want to ruin her.
I’ve been chained to my desk since the data breach last weekend, combing through files to make sure everything is accurate and ensuring that nothing potentially catastrophic was leaked.
All we’ve managed to uncover is that the mainframe was accessed remotely through an internal server.
IT suspects it was a virus downloaded onto one of the computers, but they’re having trouble tracking it down.
Riley and I have been texting nonstop, and I’ve spent several nights listening to her babble on the phone while I’m stuck at work, but it’s not the same. Five days apart is entirely too much.
I need her here, pressed up against me, warm and soft and willing.
“Come here, Princess,” I say, swiveling in my chair and patting my thigh. “Come join me.”
That flush spreads further, turning her face such a pretty shade of pink that I’m tempted to cancel the rest of my day and spend it driving her insane with pleasure.
“The door’s unlocked,” she says shyly.
She still stands from her seat and rounds the edge of the conference table to take a seat in my lap anyway.
“I have a meeting in half an hour.” I grin as I tug her closer, hiking the hem of her skirt up just a bit so I can trace my fingers over the outside of her thigh. “Don’t worry about the door; Sloane’s never early.”
I don’t want to think about my meeting or about Sloane’s shitty report that I have to ream her out over, not when I’ve got Riley’s ass pressed up against my rapidly hardening cock.
Her hair is down for once. I take advantage of that to tangle my fingers in it and yank her close. She gasps at the sudden movement, and I grin wickedly before taking her lips in a violent kiss. I’m starving for her, hungry every time she’s not in my arms. I don’t bother to restrain myself now.
She lets out a pleased little noise against my mouth, parting her lips easily when I swipe my tongue over them. She tastes like the green tea I always see her drinking and spearmint gum, and I can’t get enough of it.
Can’t get enough of her.
My fingers tighten on her hips until I’m certain I’ll be leaving bruises behind. The thought only serves to make me even harder, and I groan into her mouth as I grind up against her.
“Nick,” she gasps, her nails digging into my shoulders through the fabric of my button down.
If I had any control left, the way her hips roll down against mine would shatter it.
I lift her without thought, pinning her down onto the glossy surface of the conference table and bullying my way between her thighs. There’s not enough time to fuck her, not with how hot the need searing through my veins is.
A taste will have to be enough to tide me over until I can sink inside her properly.
I hike her skirt up to her hips impatiently as I kiss her, drinking down every shocked sound of arousal that spills from her mouth. Her panties are lace, something delicate and pink, and I tear them down to her ankles without a second thought. I have no intention of giving them back to her.
“Nick, wait,” she mumbles against my lips.
Her eyes are wide when I pull back, but I keep mine locked onto hers as I sink to my knees, tugging her to the edge of the conference table.
I refuse to look away with how deliciously she responds to me.
Pressing teasing kisses on the inside of her thigh, I scrape my teeth against her, causing a playful grin to cross her lips as her lashes flutter in pleasure.
“You want me to wait?” I ask, my voice low and dark as I flick my tongue out against the crease of her thigh.
Her breath hitches in her chest as she props herself up on her elbows to watch me. Despite the nervous glances she casts toward the door, her hips twitch every time my stubble scrapes across her skin.
“No,” she finally whispers, spreading her thighs in silent permission. “I need you.”
“There’s my good girl,” I praise, smug and victorious.
My grin doesn’t fade as I dip my head between her legs, pleasure coursing through me the second I get my mouth on her.
I’ve never been the giving type, preferring to take my own pleasure while my partner enjoys themself, but the soft whine that slips from between Riley’s teeth has me rethinking my MO.
She’s already soaking wet, drenching my chin as she bucks her hips against my face, my cock throbbing in my slacks at the taste of her.
As much as I’d like to take my time and work her up until she’s screaming, the clock’s ticking. If I don’t have her come on my tongue by the time my meeting rolls around, I don’t think I’ll survive.
I wrap my lips around her clit and chuckle when her back arches clean off the desk.
My hands find her hips, pinning her down so I can feast while she digs her nails into my forearms, trying and failing to muffle the noises of pleasure that spill from her mouth.
She claps one hand over her face when I slide two fingers inside of her, muffling the squeal that tears free from her lungs.
I don’t give her a moment’s reprieve, letting myself get messy as I rub my fingertips against the spot inside of her that makes her whole body tense up.
She looks down at me frantically, lashes fluttering in bliss as I slide my tongue over her clit in a harsh, hungry roll that has her thighs clamping down around my head. Her hand falls away from her face to slide through my hair, clutching at the strands as if she’s holding on for dear life.
“Fuck, Nick,” she whispers breathlessly. “I’m so close.”
I smirk and make sure her eyes are on me as I pull back just far enough to speak.
“Come for me, Princess.”
It’s not permission; it’s a demand.
I duck back down and lave my tongue over her clit just in time for her to clench down on my fingers.
She cries out but manages to cut herself off before she gets loud enough to attract any attention.
I moan against her as I work her through it, crooking my fingers inside of her and drawing out her orgasm until she’s shivering and trying weakly to push me away.
I make her suffer through another few moments of overstimulation before pulling back and licking my lips. She watches the movement like she’s hypnotized, and the way her core clenches around my fingers almost breaks my resolve.
“Fuck,” she says on an exhale, giggling softly.
I smirk at her as I pull my fingers free and hold them up to the light, showing off the wetness glistening on them. “Later, Miss Morgan.”
Whatever response she might have offered is cut off when I reach up and slip my fingers into her mouth.
She offers no resistance, although her hazel eyes blow wide in surprise.
Her tongue twines between my fingers after a moment of hesitation, and her lashes flutter and close into an expression of bliss as she cleans me off.
“Good girl,” I croon, pulling my fingers free.
I sit back down in the rolling chair at the head of the table, admiring the view of her spread out in front of me. Fuck, if I could run meetings with a view like this…
She looks down at the tent in my slacks and slides off the table to her knees, crawling between my spread legs and sliding her palms up my thighs teasingly.
“Can I?” she asks sweetly, pressing one hand down over the bulge of my hard cock. “Let me make you feel good, sir. Please?”
Fucking hell.
I allow myself a few moments to savor the sight of her between my legs, looking up at me with that sweet little smile even with her skirt hiked up over her hips and the flush of her orgasm still staining her cheeks red. Regretfully, I pull her hand away from my cock and shake my head.