Chapter 30
Theo loosenedhis tie and ran a hand through his hair, exasperated after spending the last half hour on the phone listening to detailed last-minute updates about the gala tomorrow night.
“This all sounds great, Cheryl,” he said, impatiently checking his watch. It was after five already and, aside from the occasional tapping of Amber’s heels, he knew everyone had already left for the night. “Yes, I know Amber’s done a wonderful job. I’ll be sure to tell her.”
He looked up from his computer when a yellow Post-it note landed on his desk. He read it.
Golden Ticket
He read it twice and blinked. Amber stood next to his desk watching him read it. The tight-fitting royal blue wrap dress she wore with his favorite pink heels outlined her beautiful shape, a shape he had spent hours exploring, teasing, pleasuring over the last two weeks.
He knew her favorite way to sleep was on top of him, leaving him no choice but to sleep deeply for the first time in years, with the smell of her hair in his nose and her hand tucked into his.
She hated watching TV and she read romance books before bed.
She hid chocolate in her freezer for emergencies.
She closed her eyes when he made her come so he wouldn’t see the emotion she could no longer hide.
She still hadn’t said she loved him.
Loving Amber was a study of patience, but he was in this for the long game. He wanted to protect her and reassure her he would wait as long as she needed to realize that he was here to stay.
“Cheryl, I have the utmost trust in you. Looking forward to tomorrow.” He put the phone back in its cradle and leaned back. “What’s this?” He held up the yellow note.
“That, Mr. Mayor,” Amber said, propping her delicious ass on the edge of his desk, “is your golden ticket.”
Theo raised an eyebrow. “Care to explain?”
”You told me once about a fantasy of yours. I believe you said it involved this desk.” She rubbed her hand slowly along the heavy mahogany wood. Theo’s heart started a slow, sweet pounding in his chest as he remembered that conversation.
What is the most scandalous place you fantasize about having sex?
My desk. After hours in my office, against it, bent over it, or on your knees under it.
“Did I?” he murmured.
She bent forward, a sexy little smile on her face, and put her lips to his ear. “I’m going to make it come true.”
The top of her dress offered him a teasing glimpse of lush, creamy skin when she leaned down. She caught his look and laughed, low and husky.
The room was quiet and dark with the wooden slats of the shades tipped to keep the bright sun of the day out. Theo inhaled, catching a familiar hint of her spicy perfume and arousal.
He knew her. She was a deeply sensual woman. She knew how to savor pleasure and how to generously give it, and how to pretend that was all there was between them.
He planned to be here when she realized every fragment of herself she had shared with him over the last few months hadn’t left her exposed and vulnerable like she feared, but seamlessly woven together to build her whole.
“Is everyone gone?” he asked. He touched the back of her thigh, just under her skirt, trailing his fingers up and down the silky skin there. He paused when he felt the band of a stocking around her thigh. ”What”s this?” He murmured, surprise in his voice.
He traced the line between the lacy edge of her stocking and the bottom of her panties and controlled his breathing. He could lay her down right now on his desk, push into her warm, wet heat and his fantasy would be complete, but the sexy little half-smile she wore told him she had more in store for him.
“Everyone’s gone. It’s just you and me, boss.”
He caught her chin in his hand. “Say my name,” he growled.
She slipped her hands into the top of her dress and pushed it down to her waist. White lace cups held her breasts, so sheer her nipples showed. They were hard already. Jesus.
“Anything you want, Theo,” she said, sliding down to her knees gracefully in between his thighs and reaching for his belt.
Theo watched her clever little fingers unbuckle his belt and unbutton his trousers. Her hair fell loose and sexy around her shoulders, and her eyes glinted like she had a naughty secret. She was breathtaking on her knees for him.
“Anything?”
She looked up from where she was drawing his zipper down. “Anything.”
Her lips parted with a question when he reached down to help her to her feet. He could feel the shiver that ran through her at his touch, and he held back a smile. He knew she would be slick and wet for him, ready.
But he wanted something else first. He guided her to the space in front of his chair, between his thighs, and he leaned back again to watch her.
“Take your dress off.”
She didn’t hesitate. The tie at her waist fell loose with one tug, and her blue dress cascaded down her body like a waterfall to pool around her high heels. She stepped delicately around it.
“Turn around.”
She was flushed, the creamy skin of her cheeks a rosy color that spread down her chest, to the top of her breasts. She glanced over her shoulder, an unspoken question in her eyes, when he put a hand in the middle of her back and firmly guided her down to lean on her arms.
Theo took a moment to drink in the sight in front of him. She was a vision of contrasts. Innocent white bra, the delicate strap crossing her rib cage. The scrap of white lace panties barely covering her full, round ass. The nude silk stockings that left a tempting strip of her thighs bare. And those fucking heels. The diamond on her ankle sparkled playfully at him.
“Theo,” she whimpered. “Touch me. Please.” She spread her thighs wider and swayed her hips in front of him.
He touched her there first. A handful of flesh on either side of her thighs, watching his hands sink into her and enjoying the mark on her otherwise perfect skin. He traced the garters up, over the round curve of her ass, over her hips to her waist and pulled her back to drape over his lap, another contrast his eyes drank in.
His navy suit, professional, custom made, against her nearly naked body. His thumb found the flutter in her throat. He pressed a kiss to the warm, secret spot under her ear he knew drove her crazy. Her breathing grew faster.
“I thought this was your fantasy,” she choked out.
“This is my fantasy. Watch.” He slid his hand from her throat to her shoulder, taking down the strap of her bra, first one side, then the other until her breasts spilled out from the cups. They were too tempting to leave. He pinched her nipples, rolling and stroking, slapping the side to watch them jiggle until she was grinding back on his rigid cock and moaning.
Her stomach was concave where she draped over him. He followed the outline of her ribs down past the line of her garter to slide under her panties, where she was slick. “Jesus, you’re fucking perfect.”
He didn’t make her wait. Hitching one of her thighs over the arm of his chair, he spread her wide and dipped two fingers into her swollen pussy, dragging the moisture over her clit and rubbing light circles. “You are my fantasy, Amber. Just like this, coming all over my hand. Will you do that for me before you get on your knees and suck me?”
“Yes, please,” she whispered. “Kiss me.” She reached up and tugged him down to meet her lips. He kissed her hard and desperate, matching the thrust of his fingers and the hard press of his palm against her clit until she started to shake. She clamped her legs around his hand and rolled her face into his neck while she came.
“I love that your fantasies include me having an orgasm,” she finally said, sighing. She turned around on his lap and draped her arms around his neck, kissing him gently before sliding to her knees in front of him.
She unbuttoned his shirt while he pulled his tie over his head. When she rested her hand on his bare chest, spreading her hands wide to touch his nipples, he inhaled sharply. She tipped forward and licked the little brown disk, then bit it delicately. He leaned his head back to watch.
Her busy little fingers didn’t stop for long. She worked on his belt and trousers next until she held his heavy cock in her hands. He was fully erect, so rock hard, he flinched when she touched him. She rested her face against the side of his shaft and looked up at him with heavy-lidded eyes.
“You look beautiful on your knees for me,” he said, propping his chin between his thumb and forefinger.
She bent forward, looked him in the eye, and delicately licked the bead of moisture on the tip. He couldn’t hold back his groan then. Slowly, she dragged her hands up and down the muscles in his thighs, letting him feel the light scratch of her nails before touching him with her mouth.
When she took him into her mouth again, she licked him up and down slowly, making him slick. He ran his fingers through her hair, gathering the loose waves in his hand to watch.
“I’ve been waiting for you to show me what you can do with that mouth,” he murmured. With one hand on his cock and one in her hair, he parted her lips again with the head. “Suck.”
She parted her lips and took just the tip of him into the heat of her mouth. He felt like he’d been branded by fire. She sucked lightly, then deeper, as he grew wetter from her tongue until he was deep in her mouth. She added her hands, rubbing the base of him with one hand, and his own fell away. With her other, she cupped his balls, using her mouth and her lips and her tongue to take him apart, the little witch.
He sucked in a breath. “Yes, fuck. Just like that.”
He had to remember to breathe. Her breasts spilled over the cups of her bra, so pretty against the leather of his chair. He teased her nipples while she took him into her mouth deeper and stroked him tighter and faster until he finally stopped her with a hiss. She pulled back, and the sight of her swollen, glistening lips was enough to make him come. “I’m close.” He should warn her, in case she didn’t want him like that.
She grinned. “I know,” she said before closing her mouth around him tightly. The effect was immediate. Theo squeezed his eyes shut and let go, letting the fire consume him fully. Dimly, he was aware of her hand threading through his, a connection like a lifeline while he shook from the aftereffects.
When he opened his eyes, she was smiling up at him. He kissed her lips gently and helped her into his lap again. “Thank you.”
She settled against him, nuzzling against his chest. “It was my pleasure,” she sighed. “Next time we play out my fantasy.”
He stroked her back lazily. “Anything you want.”