CHAPTER 19
Nirah
THE ELEVATOR DINGED, and I stepped out.
I opened his office door, and he sat behind his desk, eyes glued to his computer.
I closed the door behind myself, and with an irritated expression, his eyes shot up, and a chill ran down my spine. Damn .
His face softened as he saw me, and he smiled. Right as he was about to get up, I stopped him. “Uh!” I put my finger up. “I’m here for business. Well, sort of,” I said, walking over to his desk.
He sat back down—confused—and I took the seat in front of him. “This is not a personal visit.”
He slowly nodded in understanding and tried not to smile in amusement. “That’s okay, but do you have to sit that far?”
I looked down at my lap, then the desk, then up at him.
“I’m right here,” I said, and he slightly tilted his head to the side. “Fine,” I stood up. “But, if I sit any closer, do you promise to listen, no questions asked?”
“Yes,” he nodded and moved his chair back. “No questions asked.”
I stepped in front of him but lifted myself up, plopping onto his desk.
He dropped his shoulders, moving his chair forward so that his body was perfectly positioned between my legs. He lifted my right leg, resting it on his shoulder. “What are you doing?” I suspiciously narrowed my eyes at him.
“Waiting for my fiancée to finally tell me why she’s here,” he said, kissing my knee and up the inside of my thigh.
“Slow down,” I stopped him with my four fingers pressed to his forehead. “We have to talk about our upcoming wedding.”
“I’m all ears,” he continued to kiss my inner thigh.
“I want my wedding to take place on June 16.”
“Isn’t that two months away?” he asked, looking up at me as I dug my planner out of my purse.
“No questions asked,” I reminded him, and he nodded, going back to kissing my thigh. “Also, I need to know what your favorite flowers are,” I clicked my pen, looking down at the page.
“I don’t have a favorite flower,” he shook his head, his lips barely leaving my thigh.
“Well, you’re going to need one by tonight.”
“Why do I need a favorite flower?” he asked, utterly confused, and my hand stopped mid writing.
“Are you asking me a question?” I shot back, my tone laced with warning, and his mouth clamped shut.
“No ma’am,” he quickly answered before kissing further up my thigh.
“Also, regarding the guest list…” I slowly trailed off, looking at my empty page titled ‘ my guests’ . “Since the only family member I wanted to invite shipped himself off to rehab… it looks like it’ll only be your side of the family. I’m going to need a list of everyone you’re inviting.”
He continued kissing my inner thigh, completely ignoring me. He opened his mouth, sucking on my skin, and I felt a dangerous heat grow between my thighs. “Antonio!” I reprimanded, moving back and out of his grip, but he grabbed my foot—stopping me. “Are you even listening to me?”
“Family. Shipped off. Guest list. Yes,” he nodded, pulling me closer. “Now, come back.”
I irritably groaned, crossing my legs. I stared at him— hurt —and he lifted his hands to my waist. “I told you I wanted a wedding, and now you’re not taking me seriously,” I glanced away from him.
“But I am listening,” he said, and my head snapped down to him. “Okay, I’m sorry.” His eyes held an apology, and I couldn’t help but roll my eyes.
“Like I was saying,” I heavily exhaled, looking at my notes again. “I need you to tell me who you’re inviting since I need to actually plan our wedding. Also, have you thought of a best man yet—no no, don’t tell me. Save that for a later stage,” I nodded in thought, jotting a reminder down.
“Shouldn’t the wedding planner be in charge of all this?”
“You think I’d let another woman plan my wedding?” I scoffed, completely shocked that he’d even think I’d hire a wedding planner. “I’m perfectly capable of planning a wedding by myself, with, the help of my maid of honor, Silvia, of course.”
“Yeah…” he slowly nodded. “But how are you going to fit dancing, fucking me—not just once a day—and planning a wedding all in one day, every day?” he asked and I dropped my shoulders.
I tapped my pointer finger to my chin in thought. “Well, I could always take out the ‘ sleeping with you ’ and save it for after the wedding,” I looked up in thought.
“Trying to kill your fiancé before the wedding, huh?” he raised a brow at me and I couldn’t help but smile down at him.
“Well, I think I could squeeze you in, in the morning…” I trailed off, leaning forward to cup his face.
“And after wedding planning, and after dinner and after dancing,” I slowly said between kisses.
“In the shower, after the shower,” I smiled as I kissed him and his grip around my waist tightened. He definitely liked the sound of that.
He slowly stood up—without breaking the kiss—and pulled me closer to the edge. I wrapped my legs around his waist, feeling the heat of his body ignite a strong pulsing between my thighs.
His assistant buzzed him and he pressed the answer button without removing his lips from mine.
“Mr. Antonio, Miss Fernandina is here for her appointment with you,” she said and I broke the kiss. I stared at him in confusion before I immediately covered his mouth, pressing the button.
“Let her in, Julie,” I said, and Antonio removed my hand from his mouth.
“Nirah—”
“Just be quiet,” I hopped off the desk, pushing him back down onto his chair. There was a knock at the door and I dropped down to my knees. “Aren’t you going to let her in?” I asked unbuckling his belt.
He grabbed my wrists, stopping me. “What are you doing?”
“Let her in, and you’ll find out,” I pulled my wrists from him and unzipped his pants. “Now, lift your hips for me,” I whispered up at him and he did as I said.
“Come inside, Fernandina,” he said and I could not hide my smile as I fisted his growing erection in my hands.
I looked up at him, spitting on his tip and I watched lust flicker behind his eyes as he grew hard and thick in the palm of my hand.
Slowly, I stroked his erection in my hand.
He let out a shaky breath as she opened the door and I squeezed my thighs together, seeing his body’s reaction to me touching him. He rested his elbow on the armrest of his chair, rubbing his fingers up and down his jaw.
His eyes dropped down to me for a second and I looked up at him, tapping his tip on my tongue and he immediately inhaled a deep breath. His fingers curled into a fist in front of his mouth, and I didn’t miss the instant tick in his jaw.
He looked up at her and I swirled my tongue around his tip, slowly stroking the rest of him.
“Okay,” Fernandina snapped, plopping down onto the chair and the leather squeaked under her weight.
“This thing where I need to make appointments to see you, isn’t going to work, it’s complete bullshit,” she slammed her hands onto the desk and I couldn’t help but smile as I slipped his tip past my lips, bobbing my head back and forth.
His fingers slid into my hair as he gripped my roots, pushing my head down. “You disrespected my fiancée, Fernandina,” he said in annoyance. “Not to mention you put your hands on one—if not more—of my staff. You should be glad I’m still willing to do business with you.”
I lowered my head even more as I tried to take most of him and felt his grip on my roots tighten.
“I don’t give a fuck about your little fiancée or stupid maid!” she barked, hitting her fist down once again.
“Did you just raise your voice at me?” he asked and I mentally shook my head at her. I looked up at him to see his tongue rubbing the inside of his cheek and I made an effort to slowly swirl my tongue around his tip.
The muscle in his jaw ticked and he cleared his throat, lifting his hips a little.
Fernandina immediately noticed her mistake and I heard her shift uncomfortably. “I made you who you are, so you don’t get to treat me like this, Antonio,” she then calmly said. His tip brushed the back of my throat, and I pumped what couldn’t fit in my mouth with my hand.
He gently scratched the top of my head and I squeezed my thighs together, adjusting myself. “Don’t ever take credit for my hard work. You fuck up once and you’re gone. I’ve made that clear already.”
“But that little maid doesn’t know how to follow simple instructions,” she whined and I rolled my eyes. I bobbed my head faster until eventually his grip on my roots tightened—I could taste his precum on my tongue.
I pulled my head back, spitting on his tip before using both hands to stroke him. My thumb brushed over his tip and when she spoke again, I puckered my lips, slipping him back into my mouth.
“And your fiancée? Please . I thought you had class, Antonio. She dresses sleazy, her hair is always fucking—”
“Finish that sentence and you won’t live to see another day.”
“Are you threatening me?” she asked in disbelief.
His hand curled into a fist on his desk and his tone sent chills down my spine. “Yes. Don’t ever insult my fiancée again, or having to make appointments with me will be the least of your concerns.”
Bobbing my head back and forth, I sucked longer and harder until he tugged my head back a little and I held back a teary groan, slowing down. His cum shot into the back of my throat and I squeezed my thighs together.
“Fine,” she groaned. “I won’t insult your little— your fiancée ,” she immediately corrected herself.
“Now, get out,” he ordered, and I sat back down, catching my breath.
“You’re seriously kicking me out?” she scoffed in disbelief.
“I’m throwing you out because I told you that I’d only discuss business with you. And, I don’t want you anywhere near my fiancée.”
A sound of annoyance escaped from her. “That’s fucking outrageous!” she snapped, jumping up. “We’re business partners,” she scoffed.
“Not for long. Now get out before I call security.” There was silence for a second and I heard her stalking towards the door. I peeked my head out from beside the desk and watched her grip the door handle with force.