Chapter Twenty-Seven. Rowan
TWENTY-SEVEN
Rowan
“Audrey?” I call out.
She’s the last person I want to talk to right now and yet, when Audrey summons you, you go. No one risks the wrath of disobeying her.
“Audrey?” I peek my head in her office and find it with the blinds closed and the lights off.
That’s weird. I check my watch. It is the time she asked me to meet her.
“In here, Rowan,” Holden calls me from his office across the way.
I enter his office and hook my thumb over my shoulder. “Audrey called me.”
“Shut the door,” he says.
“But—”
“She asked you in here for me before she left. It’s just us.” He rises from his seat. “Shut. The. Door.”
You’ll know.
Damn. He was right. I know.
I shut the door at my back and turn the lock for good measure, noticing the blinds on the windows toward the office hall have already been drawn shut.
“Take off your panties.”
“Excuse me?” I fake a protest but damn if his words don’t make me instantly wet.
“This is CEO 101.”
“CEO 101, huh?”
“Yes. Today we are working on skills that every CEO has needed at one time or another in their career.”
“And my panties being off helps with this how?” I toy with the hem of my skirt. Thank god I wore one of my usuals, one that’s short but flowy.
“No.” He takes a step to the side of his chair and spins it to face me. “You sitting like a boss in the chair, getting pleasured, makes you a CEO.”
“Oh.” I gulp the sound out.
“Take. Off. Your. Panties,” he orders and damn if I don’t obey.
I make a show of sliding my palms up my bare thighs, the light fabric of my skirt bunching up with them as I go.
I hook my fingers in the thin straps of my underwear and then slowly push them down my thighs—my eyes locked on his the whole time—before lifting them up and swinging them on my fingertip.
“Would you look at that? Look how wet they are?”
“Can’t imagine why,” he murmurs as he adjusts his hardening cock in his pants before pushing his chair toward me. “Sit.”
“Lucky for you, I’m listening.” I step to the front of the chair.
“Lucky for you, you know what’s good for you.” He quirks an eyebrow and looks at the chair as if telling me to obey.
I sit slowly as he watches.
“Spread your thighs.” He takes a step toward me. “Wider.” And another step as his tongue darts out to lick his lower lip. “You’re holding out on me, Sunshine. Part those thighs. I know you can go wider.”
He stands between my parted legs and lifts my knees so they rest on each arm of the chair. “Pull that skirt up, baby. I need to see that pretty pussy of yours.”
I do as he asks, the air in the room so thick with desire it’s hard to draw in a breath. The pained, appreciative sigh he emits has ache and need and greed race through me faster than a lightning bolt.
“Holden,” I whisper his name as I reach out to scrape my fingernails up the fabric of his thighs.
He drops to his knees, his face between my legs, and his fingers push my thighs even farther apart. “I’ll have you know, I don’t get on my knees for anyone.”
And without another word, he leans forward and slides his tongue between my slit.
The warmth of his mouth.
The firmness of his tongue.
The possession in his hands.
My world goes black and then sears into a white-hot heat as I begin to climb that incredible ascent forged by the dexterity of his fingers and the adeptness of his masterful tongue.
He blows.
He sucks.
He spears and slides his tongue in and out of me, up and down, before swirling it around.
There is something so damn sexy about seeing him between my thighs, looking up at me with lust owning his eyes and making his eyelids heavy.
There is no darkened room to hide behind. It’s just him pleasuring me while watching to see my reactions. To know what sets me off the most. And when he sees it, he does it all over again.
“Come on my tongue, Row. Let me taste all of you.” A lick up. “Every.” A circle around my clit. “Damn.” A flick over it. “Part.” A slide back down. “Of.” A dip back inside me. “You.”
I detonate, fracturing into a hundred tiny pieces of rapturous bliss. I don’t recognize my own cry when I hear it. It’s a feral shout I can’t control.
I’m pulled under the surge of sensations. Each one rising and then falling after catching up to the one before it. My body feels energized, my nerve endings charged.
I look down, his head still between my legs as my knees tighten on his shoulders. He licks me up and down, my body so hypersensitized I buck against him, causing even more friction that sends me into a frenzy.
I can’t think. I can barely breathe. But damn if I can feel the warmth of his tongue and the gush of my own arousal.
“Christ, Row. You taste fucking amazing.” He leans back, his chin wet and his hair mussed.
A strange sense of pride fills me. I brought the incomparable Holden Knight to his knees. And then I laugh because that sounds so ridiculous but I’m so damn giddy and on the orgasmic high, I don’t care.
“Holden?” My voice is a sex-drugged rasp.
“Hmm?” A kiss pressed to the top of my pussy.
I lower my legs from the chair. “A good CEO?” I squeeze my knees shut so that he’s forced to take a step back.
“One who cares for her job.” I lift my eyebrows as he meets mine.
“Always makes sure the owner is taken care of as well.” I rise from my chair and make a show of crawling my elbows onto the desk so that my bare ass is facing him.
“Your turn, Mr. Knight,” I say breathlessly and look over my shoulder.
Holden is standing behind me. His eyes flicker to mine, to my bared and dripping pussy, and then back to my eyes, as he unbuckles his belt and pulls his cock out.
“Now, that’s a gorgeous sight, Sunshine.”
He runs a hand over the globe of my ass before trailing his finger down its center and over where his tongue just pleasured.
“So fucking gorgeous.”
He lines his head up at my entrance and begins to push his way in. His groan is exactly how I feel.
Wanton. Desired. Unbridled.
“So fucking good,” he repeats as he seats himself root to tip within me, one hand on my hip, the other snaking up my back to grab onto my shoulder for leverage.
“Fuck me, Holden,” I murmur as he begins to move.
“Take me just like that.” I rear back and meet him halfway, earning me a guttural groan that creates an ache on top of the burn he’s already igniting.
“Show me what you want.” I still my hips so he can slam into me.
Over and over. “Give me every goddamn inch.”
The pleasure is too much, burns too damn bright that I drop my head and grab onto the edge of the desk with my fingers.
“Please.” He continues his pursuit. “Right there.” Again and again. “Holden.” I knew the orgasm was coming, could feel it building, but nothing prepared me for the intensity of the second one when it hits.
My elbows buckle and I collapse on his desk as he claims his own.
We’re a mass of tense muscles and misted sweat.
Of surging pleasure and sated needs.
Of unspoken emotion and requiet submission.
As our hearts decelerate and bodies normalize, Holden presses an unexpected row of kisses down the length of my spine. He slips out of me and collapses back into his chair, his pants around his ankles and his own chest still heaving.
“It’s never been this good before,” he says and then stops himself. Our eyes meet. His words take hold as he runs a hand through his hair and all but pretends to shake his comment away. “Christ. You are something else, Rowan Rothschild.”
I move and straddle his thighs, pressing a kiss to his lips. “We are something else, Holden.” Another kiss before I rest my head on his chest and just take in the moment.
Just take in him.
It’s never been this good before.…
And I couldn’t agree more.