Be professional at all times
Wyatt
I once thought this woman was going to be the death of me, but now I was wondering if she’d just be the death of my career.
Raf had one golden rule—don’t fuck with clients. Only two guys had ever crossed that line as far as I knew, and both had been fired as soon as Raf found out—and Raf always found out.
But there was no way I could let her walk away with that hurt and ashamed look on her face thinking I didn’t want her more than my next breath.
Because the truth was it had taken every ounce of restraint not to rip off that scrap of silk, lift her up, settle her on the counter, and dive between those long, smooth legs of hers to take the dessert I’d been dying to taste for weeks.
As it was, she already felt better than I’d imagined, and all she was doing was leaning against me as I slid my tongue inside her mouth, savoring the taste of her. She made a soft little mewling sound that had my body lighting up like the Fourth of fucking July.
A part of my brain screamed at me to stop. To rethink this. But the louder part told me I’d already sealed my fate. There was no going back now, so might as well take all that I wanted.
And I wanted it all.
I moved my hands down over her silk-covered body, loving the feel of her smooth skin against my rough palms and the way the fabric of her short nightgown bunched as I grabbed the hem and lifted it up her body one inch at a time.
There was no way I was missing the unveiling of the body I’d dreamed about since that night I caught her hand between her legs in the bath, so I broke the kiss and pulled back just enough to see what I was doing.
Her heavy-lidded eyes stared at me with unrestrained want. Her lips were red and swollen from my kiss and her chest heaved, moving those perky tits up and down in the most tantalizing way.
“Is this mine?” I asked her, continuing to slowly pull her nightgown up.
Her lips parted and expelled a soft breath. “Do you want it to be?”
Ah, there she was. I liked this smart, confident woman much more than the hurt and ashamed woman she’d been when she thought I was rejecting her. I’d never stood a chance.
I pulled her silk nightgown off the rest of the way and dropped it to the floor without a second glance. My mouth watered as I traced the gentle curves of her tight body with my eyes, but I found my voice enough to respond to her.
“Maybe I should’ve been more clear. This is mine.
” Then I wrapped one hand around the back of her neck and hauled her mouth to mine while my other hand slid over her firm breasts and down her toned stomach to the landing strip below.
I slid one finger through her folds and let out a low groan at how wet she was already.
She gasped into my mouth as I slid my soaked finger inside, feeling her pussy tighten around my digit.
Fuck, she was tight. It would be a snug fit, but I had plenty of time to ready her for my cock.
Doing what I’d imagined earlier, I pulled my hand away, grabbed her hips, and set her on the edge of the counter.
“Wha—”
I placed my wet finger against her lips, silencing her instantly. Her eyes heated as her tongue darted out, but I pulled my finger away and sucked it into my mouth instead, my gaze never leaving hers.
“That’s my dessert, not yours. You’ll get yours in a minute.”
I closed my eyes in bliss as her tangy taste burst across my tongue. Fuck, I was going to be addicted to this flavor, I could already tell.
Opening my eyes, I focused on her. I pushed her thighs wider apart and then got down on my knees to worship her the way she deserved to be worshipped every day. Her fingers slid into my thick hair as I licked up her seam to her swollen clit.
“Oh fuck,” she whispered, her legs already tightening around my head.
I had half a mind to ask her when the last time was she’d been eaten out, but the thought of another man between her perfect legs only pissed me off. Brynn was mine now, and I’d wipe the memory of any other man out of her mind completely.
For her, there would be no one else. No one who made her feel pleasure. No one who could make her come as hard as I could.
No one but me.
I licked inside her drenched pussy, coating my mouth in her cream, loving the way she arched her back and pressed her body closer to my mouth.
“Wyatt,” she moaned, just like the night she’d been in the bathtub.
“Mmm,” I hummed against her pussy, causing her thighs to tremble from the added vibration.
“You’re going to come on my tongue and let me lick you clean,” I told her.
Her breathing was ragged, her eyes glazed with lust and her chest pink from the pleasure she’d already felt, but she had no idea how good it was about to get.
Without breaking our gaze, I slid one finger, then two, moving them in a V shape inside her to stretch her out so she could take my cock when she was ready.
Her cheeks grew even more pink, but she didn’t close her eyes.
She held her body mostly still, apart from the small quiver of her stomach and thighs that gave away how hard she was working to remain still.
I flicked my thumb over her plump clit, eliciting a sharp inhale from her. “Look at how this pretty pussy weeps for me.” At my words, she grew slicker, and I couldn’t fight the groan that escaped.
My cock had never been so hard as it was right then, but there was no way I was going to touch it when my hands had better things to touch, like her perfect glistening pussy and her beaded nipples that were just crying out for attention.
Standing up, I took one needy nipple into my mouth and sucked it the way I planned to suck her clit.
Brynn’s head tilted back as she let out another sexy moan, and her fingers curled around my neck, holding me against her body.
I pumped my fingers inside her tight pussy while I continued to lick and suck her nipples until she was a mewling mess on the counter.
“Wyatt, please.”
“Please what, baby?”
“Make me come,” she pleaded. “I’m so c-close.”
I could feel how close she was, her pussy fluttering against my fingers.
I pushed a third inside and curled them on the slide out, then repeated that movement as I got back on my knees to suck her clit.
All it took was one more thrust and she exploded, her flavor flooding my fingers and my mouth as I licked her clean, just like I’d promised.
When I’d licked every drop, I stood back up and pulled off my shirt over my head, dropping it onto the floor next to her nightgown.
Her pupils were dilated as she traced down my abs and then back up to meet my gaze.
I held her stare as I unbuckled my belt, undid the button and zipper on my jeans, and then pushed them down my legs with my boxer briefs.
I was already barefoot, so I pulled my feet through and then kicked the clothing aside.
Her pink tongue darted out to slide across her bottom lip as she looked hungrily at my erection.
Gripping it in my fist, I gave it a tug, rolling over the head to use the precum there as light lubrication.
“You ready for this?” I asked her.
Her gaze shot to mine. “There’s no going back now.”
I shook my head. “There wasn’t any going back the second my lips touched yours. This just solidifies that you’re now mine completely.”
“I think I was yours even before you kissed me,” she whispered.
A moment passed between us, the air shifting around us, thickening into something deeper, more meaningful.
She was mine, but maybe more importantly, I was hers. I’d been so focused on making her forget every other man that came before me and yet here I was, not able to think of a single woman in existence who wasn’t her.
I stepped forward, ready to slide inside her—already knowing she’d feel better than anything I’d ever felt before—when I stopped and reality came crashing down on me.
“Fuck,” I muttered, dropping my head to hers.
“What?” she asked.
“I don’t have a condom.” Why would I? I hadn’t planned for this. I sure as hell wasn’t going to prepare for something that I told myself I would never allow to happen.
And then her sweet, soft voice broke the quiet. “I tested negative on my last health check after my ex and I broke up, and I’m on birth control.”
I lifted my head, fixating on her face and the earnest expression there.
She ran a delicate finger over the fine hair on my chest. “If you’ve been tested and are clear, then we could still do this, if you want.”
If I wanted? Was she serious right now? What man wouldn’t want to be buried balls deep and bare inside her?
Without even bothering to answer her with words, I notched my cock against her slick pussy and pushed inside slowly.
“Fuck, baby. You’re so goddamn tight.”
She gripped my waist, holding me against her. “Don’t stop,” she pleaded.
“Fuck no, I’m not stopping.” I dropped my forehead back to hers and watched where we were connected intimately. “You’re too tempting.”
She huffed out a laugh that turned into a moan as I buried myself to the hilt inside her.
I held still, afraid if I moved too soon I might actually come.
It had been a long time, and she felt so insanely good that it took more brain power than I’d ever used during sex to make sure this wasn’t embarrassingly short.
She cupped my face and brought my lips to hers. The kiss was soft, delicate, more intimate than what we were already doing with our bodies. When she pulled back, she stared at me, her green eyes speaking volumes I didn’t think she’d ever voice.
She was scared I was going to hurt her—not physically, as she had to know I’d cut my own arms off before I ever hurt her physically, but emotionally. That I might break her heart.
And the thought that she might give me her heart—that I could be worthy of such a thing—took me to another level.
I pulled out and thrust back inside her body, harder, needier, hungrier for her than I knew was possible.
I surged forward and took her lips in a bruising kiss, sliding my tongue against hers when she parted her lips for me and thrusting my hips forward at the same time.
Without any warning, her pussy convulsed against mine, and she scratched my back as her orgasm hit her full force and pulled mine out of me at the same time.
A shiver slid down my back as pleasure wreaked havoc with my mind. Sex was supposed to feel good, but fuck me, it had never felt that good.
I couldn’t bear the idea of pulling out of her so soon, so I stayed buried inside her and instead broke our kiss so I could look into her eyes and check on her.
A flush spread from her cheeks down to her chest. She was panting, breathless, but her eyes were shining and her lips were tilted up in a smile.
“You’ve gone and done it now,” I told her.
“Done what?” she asked playfully before dropping a peck to my lips.
“Made me addicted to you,” I said as I pulled her off the counter, my still mostly hard dick inside her, and carried her out of the kitchen toward the loft.
I had plans for the rest of the night, and the counter wasn’t going to cut it.