Chapter 45 Mrs. Carragan
MRS. CARRAGAN
Wyatt
Five years later
“CC for fuck’s sake, dude, I have a meeting in ten minutes. Please, just be a cat elsewhere. Don’t you have a little brother to harass anyway?” I questioned as I set the orange fluff ball outside my office door. “Go find Toast.”
Two years ago, Ember stopped by the shelter one afternoon when she’d gotten off work early, and there was apparently a small tan colored kitten in the back she had to rescue.
Apparently, just like CC, he wanted nothing to do with anyone, and she made it her new life mission to make him the most lovable fluff ball to ever exist.
Toaster Strudel was home that evening. He was adorable, I’d admit. Until he ate through any cord he found, as if it was his life goal to cut off any electrical power in this house.
Sitting back down at my desk, I had my computer powered-up and my video turned on.
This meeting had to go well. It was quite possibly one of the biggest deals I’d ever had at Carragan Security Tech, and—if I managed to secure it—it would mean I could hire another employee and expand the way I wanted to.
Working with Julian had opened a vast number of doors for me, but even with his backing, I’d worked my ass off.
So this had to go well—hence the short temper with poor CC.
I let out a deep breath and shook my hands out before staring at myself in the video reflection. At thirty-one, I’d worked hard for this. Right? I had. I knew I had. I wasn’t going to let myself talk myself into a damn hole.
I glanced up as my office door clicked open, and I stared as Ember walked in, wrapped in her bathrobe.
“Hey, little flame. It isn’t a good time.” My fingers were tapping along the top of my desk as the seconds clicked down before the meeting.
“I heard you a few minutes ago? In the hall with CC. Want to talk about it?” she asked. There was a knowing glint in her eye, and I wanted to wrap my fingers around her throat right now.
“I know what you’re doing, and it isn’t a good time, Ember,” I muttered as my gaze returned to the screen.
“Oh, well I guess I’ll just sit down and wait for you to finish your big important meeting.” Something about her tone had my gaze returning back to her, only I wasn’t prepared for what I found.
She’d dropped the robe and stood before me in nothing but a black lace corset and matching boy shorts. I held up a hand and did a turn motion, and she smiled, doing a slow spin for me.
My chin came down and settled in my hand as I watched her, my mind devoid of anything other than how fantastic her ass looked right now.
“This isn’t fair, little flame. I’m moments away from this meeting and you’re…fuck,” I muttered as I ran my hand along my jaw.
“Moments away? How many moments exactly?” She dropped to her knees in the middle of my office and bit her bottom lip.
Reluctantly tearing my eyes away from her, I glanced down at my clock. “Four minutes.”
“Oh, then we have time.” Her hands came down in front of her, and she began fucking crawling across the floor towards me.
I couldn’t look away if someone threatened my life right now.
I thought she’d come around the desk, but no.
I should’ve known better. She went underneath the desk, stopping once she was between my thighs.
“You always think better, clearer when you’re under pressure, Mr. Carragan. Let me add some pressure.”
My eyes darted back to the clock, and I swallowed thickly. “Three minutes.”
She unbuckled my belt and reached into my underwear, pulling my cock out. I watched as she ran her thumb through the pre-cum that had already gathered at the tip, just watching her.
“So ready for me, baby,” she whispered.
“Choke on it, Ember. Now.”
My chin still sat in my hand as I watched her spit on my cock, stroke my shaft a few times, and then I was buried in her mouth, hitting the back of her throat.
“Oh fuck me,” I muttered, my head dropping back and my hips thrusting. My hand fell down into her hair, my fingers intertwining in her long, red locs as I held her mouth against me.
She moaned around me, her lips vibrating around my cock.
“God damn, Ember. I’m so…” My voice trailed off as she reached down and started massaging my balls in her hand. My orgasm hit like I was a damn teenager—fast and hard. She didn’t miss a beat, sucking down every bit I gave her and leaving nothing behind.
My head fell back forward, my gaze finding hers as she stared up at me, licking her lips. “Mmm, you should have roughly forty-five seconds to zip your pants back up.”
I glanced at the clock and started chuckling as I tucked myself back into my pants and zipped myself back up.
“In that chair where I can see you, legs spread. When I finish this meeting and get this deal? We’re celebrating. First course is your cunt, wife.”
She smirked and sat down in the chair across from me, her thighs wide and her gaze falling on me. Her deep brown eyes saying everything I was thinking—bring it on.
Moments later, the law firm I was meeting with popped up onto the screen, and we got down to business.
An hour later, Ember hadn’t moved from her spot.
She never looked bored or indifferent. She watched me with her undivided attention as I gave them the rundown on what I had planned for their company.
She gave silent cheers when I hit a point perfectly.
She winked and bit her lip the way I loved when I got us one step closer to this deal.
She was fucking perfect, and by the end of the meeting, I couldn’t even remember why I’d been so damn nervous.
“Well, Mr. Carragan, we really love all the points you made, and we’d love to move forward with the project if you’ll send over the documents.”
I smiled and let out a breath of air I’d been unintentionally holding while they talked with their microphone muted.
“I’d be delighted to, I’ll get it sent right over for you all.”
“Perfect. Then we’ll talk soon.”
They hung up, and the video conference ended, our eyes meeting from across the room. She stood before I could, walking over and planting her ass on the edge of my desk in front of me.
“I’ve never felt that you were hotter than you were in that meeting, Mr. Carragan,” she purred as she set her legs on either side of my chair.
My gaze dropped down to her soaked cunt in those lace panties. “Is that so, Mrs. Carragan?”
“It is, yes. I think you should celebrate.”
My hands grazed down her thighs, and I smirked. “And how should I do that?”
“You should enjoy your first course and then try my new croissant recipe for the bakery, of course,” she replied as she ran her nails along my scalp and pulled my face closer to her cunt.
“Mm,” I moaned. “I think that can be arranged, wife.”
And it was—first course, second course, and even dessert.