Chapter 34
thirty-four
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Maci
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Have you ever stopped doing something you love, simply because it’s not good for you? Like eating sour candy or being a ballet dancer because people called you fat?
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No. If I love something, I don’t quit.
Goodbye?
My eyebrows knit together and he looks like a deer in headlights, but I’ve been here long enough to know if Witt doesn’t want to tell you, a wild boar couldn’t drag it from his mouth.
I say, “You left work.”
"Dad required assistance."
I take two strides towards him. "Everything okay?"
"Yes."
"What'd he need?"
"A woodworking project."
"Woodworking?" There’s a hint of amusement in my voice.
"A surprise for Parker."
"So, you helped?"
"I measured."
She grins. "Did you hammer anything?"
"I was asked not to."
She bursts out laughing. "Why am I not surprised?"
I shrug. "My talents are... specialized."
She walks over, slides effortlessly into my lap, straddling the chair. "I disagree."
He lifts his chin. "Oh?"
"You have the best hands.” She takes one in hers. "They build companies."
I kiss his fingertips.
"They solve problems."
Another kiss.
"They carried my hiking backpack when I pretended it wasn't heavy."
His chest rises. "And?”
I interlace our fingers. "I love holding your hands. They’re strong. And deft. I can’t forget that.”
“You can’t?”
“No.”
His office is quiet. Silent actually except for the hum of the air conditioner kicking off.
I move to stand in front of him, hooking my thumbs into the waist band of my pants and panties, slowly sliding them down my legs, the fabric whispering against my skin before stepping out of them one at a time.
Witt wears a wicked grin and I reward him with peeling my shirt over my head. My breasts are my best asset. Smaller than the rest of me, but Witt seems to love my body, and it gives me the courage to do this.
His breath hitches as I loosen my hair from the messy bun, letting it tumble down my arms and back. “Fuck, Maci… look at you.”
I don’t need to talk, instead I climb on to him, swinging one leg over his lap so I can straddle him fully. My wet heat presses directly against the thick bulge in his pants.
Bracing myself, I place my hands on his shoulders and start moving over him. It turns into a full grind—slow and deliberate rolls of my hips.
“Maci.”
“Witt,” I say as I drag my slick folds along his covered erection. “Mm, I can feel how hard you are already.”
I rock forwards as his hands cup my ass moving me where we both want me. “I’ve been thinking about this all day. Sitting at my desk squeezing my legs together, just imagining riding you.”
The cool metal of the button hits my clit and I ride faster. “Yes. Yes.”
He groans, kneading my supple flesh as I move.
“You’re so wet. So sexy,” he says as he thrusts up to meet my grind, making me gasp. “Take what you need.”
Suddenly his hands are digging into my ass, he’s breathing hard but not as much as me. I throw my head back as he bites the full swell of my breasts. I move faster and he just rips the bra off. Sucking and teasing me with his teeth.
“Fuck yeah,” I gasp then I’m about to come off the rails. I lift myself up and frantically attempt to get him out of his pants. He doesn’t laugh. He’s as riled up as I am.
He unbuttons the pants and then slides them down to his knees. I sit with all my weight on his cock, as my wet folds slip and slide until my whole body goes rigid.
“I love your bare pussy on my cock.”
Well, that’s all it takes. My fingers dig into his shoulders as he bites down my shoulder as he helps keep me fast but steady.
I pant out his name as I fall apart. He keeps me grinding on him even after I float down from the cloud that only Witt has been able to put me on.
“I’m going to fuck you now,” he whispers. His voice rough and strained. His dick as hard as it was a few minutes ago.
“I have other plans.”
Witt isn’t used to being told no. He’s the boss and the smartest person in every room. He quirks a brow. His raspberry lips parted enough that I can see the wetness on his tongue.
I unbutton his shirt and slip it off, so I can see all of him. I kiss his neck down to his nipples. “I don’t know why you hide this body. I demand you wear dress pants without a shirt to work.”
My fingers find his shaft as I trail my tongue over the smattering of brown hair then into the line and I slide off his lap and onto my knees.
“Mac…”
I start licking, hungry for him. He’s thick and throbbing and I take him into my mouth. He leans forwards just a little to help change the angle and threads his fingers into my hair. “Why haven’t we done this …before?”
He gently pushes my head at the speed he wants.
“Mac… I want… to taste you.”
I pull off just enough to respond, “Sorry, I’m tasting myself and it’s so sweet.”
His fingers glide under my chin. “I’m licking you. Right. Fucking. Now.”
“Want to level up?” I bob up and down a few strokes then he leans forward to where I can’t continue and kisses me until my back is on the floor.
“Sixty-nine would be the most efficient,” he says. His voice scratchy with desire.
That alone gives me a mini orgasm.
He flips so his back is now pressed against the area rug then spins me around.
I’m hesitant about sitting on his face. My ass and hips are the largest part of me. But he’s licking me before I can finish my thought.
“So sweet.”
My legs quiver as he holds me in place by my hips. I try to suck but I’m all out of rhythm. I look down at his feet, and they are flexed like he’s about to go too, so I play with his balls as I take him as deep as it will go. He starts thrusting upward and his thighs go stiff.
“Your lips are perfect,” he groans.
I’m not sure which lips he means but either way a compliment.
His teeth nibble my clit and I explode, and I swear I see the constellation Cassiopeia.
“Come baby, come.”
I feel it running down my legs but there’s no time to worry because he scratches out my name. “Mac…” as he empties himself into my mouth.
It takes a heartbeat or two before I relax.
“Come here. Baby.”
I twist my body until I’m lying flat against him, face to face.
He smiles. “You have some on your lips and chin.”
“I tasted myself. It’s your turn.”
Unlike what just happened, he licks my lips slowly and thoroughly before kissing my cheek and then wiping his thumb over my chin.
“Well?” I ask as I brace myself on his chest.
“Salty. I prefer sweet.”
I can’t help the ear splitting grin on my face. It just takes over. This man’s brain. This man’s ability to love. Witt. And he is witty just in a dry humor kind of way.
I give him a peck on the lips and lay my head on his chest.
“That’s why we go together. The salty and sweet combo.”
He chokes on a laugh and that sound is just as orgasmic as him talking dirty.
“Every day after work, I’m ordering the number sixty-nine combo.”
I hit the jackpot with Witt. He’s the reason I’m in love, and have a career I love. Shown my parents what I love in a way they can understand.
But most of all he’s given me himself. The Witt that most people don’t see.