Chapter 8
CHAPTER EIGHT
brEWER
The sight of Delaney Monroe on his knees for me had both sobered me and made me feel ten times more intoxicated than I’d felt coming home from the bar.
But hearing him say he’d wanted this? Wanted me?
It was enough to make me want to grab the man up by the armpits and toss him face-first onto the nearest bed before sliding between his cheeks and feeling him from the inside out.
Right now, though, I wasn’t moving from this spot. Not with this gorgeous, fastidious man willing to put his mouth on me. My chest heaved with disbelief. Was this really happening?
I closed my eyes and tried not to question it because I knew if I did, I’d have to stop this. It was wrong. Delaney was my client. My business…
“Fuck, yes,” I groaned as Delaney’s hot mouth engulfed my cock. His hair was messy and eyes bright as he peered up at me. Watching his lips stretch around my shaft made my balls ache. “Feels amazing.”
Delaney blinked, the edges of his lips quirking up in an adorably tipsy way. “You like this?”
I ran my fingers through his hair. “Smug bastard.” I grinned down at him. “What’s that quote you have framed in your office?”
He knew I remembered the quote. We’d talked about it before. “What you plant now, you will harvest later.” Delaney had pointed it out in one of our discussions about painting his office woodwork.
It was attributed to Og Mandino, some salesperson or other, but Delaney had mentioned appreciating how it could also refer to following breadcrumbs of a good story while doing research.
Delaney leaned down and suckled at my crown, his tongue paying particular attention to just the right spot under the edge before he pulled off again and grinned up at me. “Are you planning on harvesting in my face?”
I tightened my grip in his hair and held his head in place as I leaned down and kissed him hard. “Shimmy off those silky things, Farmer Del. I want to suck your cock.”
Within moments, we were head-to-dick on the floor in front of the fire, sucking and stroking each other into a frenzy.
Delaney pulled off my cock with a gasp. “Motivation beats talent. I a-applaud your diligent efforts.”
It was a reference to another one of the damned self-help quotes hung on his office wall, a quote I may have argued against under my breath a time or two in the past few weeks of trying to convince my prickly client that I had both motivation and talent.
Which only motivated me to prove it to him now.
I pinched his ass, enjoying his laughing yelp. “Talent’s gonna make you come,” I grumbled before leaning down to pull one of his balls into my mouth.
Delaney’s slender fingers dug into the back of my thighs as he groaned and arched into me. “Please, Brewer. Fuck, please. So good .”
Instead of letting him come, I punished the snark by pulling off and dropping barely there, open-mouthed kisses along his inner thigh before finally licking and sucking a bruise into the tender skin there.
“ Brewer !” he cried, pulling off my own cock. “Fuck, please. Make me come.” He moved his warm, wet lips along my shaft, nearly causing my brain to short-circuit.
If there was something consistent about Delaney Monroe, it was his need to prove himself right, to make sure no one thought he was deficient in any way. He’d be damned if he’d lose a contest or come up short in anyone’s opinion.
So he sucked my cock like he was being interviewed for a permanent position.
And fuck if I didn’t want him to get the job.
“Just like that,” I murmured.
The whimpered sound that replaced his begging triggered my orgasm just as his hot spunk painted the side of my cheek. It was quick and dirty and absolutely fucking amazing.
We lay in a sweaty, gasping heap while Teeny’s rhythmic snores continued on in the background and the fire popped and crackled. I pressed my lips against the thin skin over his hip bone, inhaling his warm, musky scent as I teased him with my tongue.
Delaney’s hands moved slowly up and down the back of my leg as we caught our breath, and my heart rate returned to a semi-normal level. “I don’t want to move,” he said softly.
“Mm,” I agreed, moving to nibble the soft, fleshy skin of his inner thigh.
“And, really. We shouldn’t,” he continued, moving so I could get better access. “The power is still out, and that attic space has to be frigid. It would be irresponsible for you to take yoursel—er… dog up there. And my bedroom gets drafty at the best of times. I believe I’ve mentioned that to you. We’re much better off here in front of the fire.”
“Mmhm,” I murmured, smiling against his skin. He definitely had mentioned it to me, which was why I’d replaced the weather stripping around the windows and bled the radiator in his room. It was snug as it could be now, but I appreciated the lie nonetheless.
“Besides,” he continued in a breathy voice while allowing me to widen his legs even further so I could move my lips down the inside of one thigh. “Y-you had a lot to drink tonight. Someone should keep an eye on… ohh !”
I pulled the skin on the inside of his knee into my mouth and scraped my teeth across it, enjoying the sight of his toes spreading apart. “ Nnn-hnnn ,” he encouraged. “Thass’alright.”
My hand wrapped around his narrow foot. I dug my thumb into his arch and rubbed. “Yeah?”
“S-studies show foot massage reduces pain in patients recovering from cervical spine surgery,” he babbled. “S’good.”
“Interesting,” I said, turning so I could see his face. “You have spinal surgery lately?”
Delaney was pink-cheeked and golden in the firelight. His eyes were soft and glassy as he gazed at me in a way that tightened my stomach and made me wonder if he’d even heard my words.
His plump lips were too tempting to ignore, so I moved around and stretched over him, leaning down to kiss his mouth.
For some reason, the combination of the storm, the power outage, and the alcohol had shifted our reality. It had made this feel like a time out of time. Like it didn’t count.
Like it was allowed.
I shoved the idea aside and focused on taking as much of him as I could before morning arrived, and I could no longer ignore why this was such a bad idea.
We spent another hour kissing and exploring each other’s bodies lazily in front of the fire until we finally took a break to clean up a bit, yank a few clothes back on, and urge Teeny out for a final pee.
When I opened the door to a blustery shock of frigid air, Delaney yelped and scurried under the blankets.
Thankfully, Teeny made it quick, and we returned to the warmth of the fire within minutes, where I enjoyed torturing Delaney with my cold hands.
“You’re a monster,” he hissed as I ran my hands up under his/my sweatshirt.
“You’re actively snuggling me,” I pointed out, pulling him closer. “Hard to take your complaints seriously.”
He burrowed his nose into my neck. “How are you simultaneously a furnace and an ice block?” he grumbled.
We teased each other for a few more minutes, and a few minutes after that, we were naked again, humping each other like animals coming out of winter with a single-minded determination to propagate the earth.
“We shouldn’t be doing this,” I confessed as I took us both in hand. Our cocks were wet from the aborted blowjob he’d started before I’d yanked him up and kissed the fuck out of him, rutting against him with a wet, slippery desperation.
“Dare you to stop,” Delaney challenged with broken breath. “But also don’t. Fuck, Brewer, oh God, that feels…”
The next sound out of him was my name on a gasp as he came hot against my fingers and cock. I stroked him through it, thrusting up into my own grip so I could feel the added heat and slide. Watching his ruddy tip disappear into my fist was erotic as fuck.
But it was the glazed look in his eyes and the still-wet spike of his eyelashes from choking on my cock that finally pushed me over the edge.
This time, Delaney was too fucked out to do more than offer me a sleepy slur of agreement when I told him to stay there while I cleaned up and fetched him a warm washcloth. By the time I got back to the fire, he was dead asleep with his arm stretched out and the barest edge of one fingertip resting on the hair at the end of Teeny’s tail.
The sight of his little stealthy attempt at overcoming his fear made my chest ache. Maybe I didn’t give Delaney Monroe enough credit. The man I’d thought was a fussy know-it-all might just be hiding a tender heart after all.
I leaned down with the cloth and cleaned him up before repositioning his head on a pillow and lying down next to him. Once I’d settled next to him and pulled up the blankets, I couldn’t help but stare at his face in the golden light from the fire.
He was so beautiful… sensitive and reactive in all the best ways. But he was still my client.
This was a royally bad idea. A mistake of gargantuan proportions.
And when morning came, I remembered why.
In front of many, many witnesses.