27. Chapter 27 #2
For the next forty-five minutes, my office is filled with Luna’s muffled screams, my hand cradled around her throat, and the heat of taking her against my desk and then on the sofa sucks all the air out of the room.
“Look at you, don’t you look pretty taking my cock like this?”
Knowing full well she’s non-verbal and seconds away from coming a second time, one less than usual, but we’re in a time crunch; I’ll make up for it later. Luna treats me with a panted response that no longer makes this about teaching her a lesson, but rather giving her what she deserves.
“Y-yes, Oliver.”
Obedient, just the way I like it.
I pick up the pace, adding the right amount of pressure to her clit and letting her come undone. Overwhelmed to the point I have to hold her upright until her legs stop shaking. I can no longer remember what life was like before Luna, and if I can help it, I’d rather not have it any other way.
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I’d just been given release, and yet the sight of Luna leaving my office as if nothing had just happened, despite her messy bun being a lot messier than when she first walked in, turned me on right to my core.
I loved watching her as we walked to the lift.
Watching the way she walked, knowing what we just did in my office. The room of stares didn’t faze me one bit when I wrapped my arm around Luna’s waist, tucking her against me, stroking her hip with my thumb as an attempt to comfort her as the lift’s doors closed.
I could calm her with just my touch, which was something I couldn’t explain other than the fact that it made me feel happy and powerful.
We rode all the way down to the lobby, where we exited the building and headed towards the bus stop.
My break was long over, but I didn’t care if it meant I got to see Luna for a couple more minutes.
Never did I think I’d ever be the type to walk a girl to the bus stop, especially after we just had sex.
“…I can’t believe we just did that,” Luna whispers in disbelief.
“I can,” I smirk proudly.
She turns to me and punches my shoulder while blushing her cheeks.
“Sex in my office might just be my new thing.” I tease, wanting to see just how red her cheeks could get before she gets light-headed.
“Would you-shh!” she whines, slapping me again and looking around as we walk away from my building, which only made me laugh even more. We had reached the bus stop, where I took a seat under the shelter and tugged her to rest in between my legs.
At first, she resisted, probably thinking someone from my company could see us, but I didn’t care about that.
I used to, before there was nothing worse than being caught with a woman, by paparazzi or by someone from work, in fear of what it would do to my reputation or the annoyance of being the centre of water-cooler gossip.
But with Luna, with what we just did, and the way she makes my heart act all mental, I didn’t care if I got caught, that being the reason I walked her out of my office and to the bus stop.
There would be gasps and whispers when I headed back up to the office, but they were easy to block out; half the people up there were more concerned about who was doing who than their actual jobs.
If they did what I asked, when I asked, I couldn’t care less.
“Relax, il mio tutto. There’s no one here, and if it helps, I have no shame in what we just did.” I chuckle, kissing her nose, and for the second time today, I feel her body relax against me.
“I know you don’t; you’re Oliver Walter’s for God’s sake,” she mumbles in annoyance, rolling her eyes as she turns to me, resting her palm on my chest.
“What does that mean?” I ask, leaning back to get a better look at her.
“It means as one of the youngest billionaires in the country, you may have the ability to block the world out, but others don’t,” she clarifies, shaking her head, not giving me enough time to respond as she switches to wrap her arms around my back and snuggle into my chest.
“Why is it so comfortable here?” Luna relays rhetorically.
“Because it must feel right,” I respond as she lifts her head from my chest to kiss me. I offer her a small smile. I’d do anything to remain in this moment for a lifetime, wrapped in bliss, with her in my arms and our gaze locked on each other to the point it feels like time stopped.
“Oliver?”
A voice calls; something had to ruin the moment, but of all things - I didn’t expect it to be her. Luna jerks away from me, and I rise to stand, both of us staring at Diamond, who’s standing a few feet away with a handful of books and a new nose piercing.
“Diamond,” I reply, clearing my throat. When she pounces forward for a hug, something I never refused when it came to her, the look on Luna’s face tells me that touching her was the last thing I should have done.
“I thought that was you. It’s been a while. How are you? How’s Theo? Aren’t you usually at work right now?” She fires so many questions at me at once in her Essex accent, her usual way of doing things, and although I’m aware it’s polite to answer them, all I could do was look at Luna.
To lock in the way her shoulders deflated, the smile on her face had completely faded, and jealousy peeped from the corner of her eye as she looked at Diamond from head to toe, most likely comparing herself to Diamond’s petite frame.
Something that no longer works for me, not since Luna.