Chapter 8 #2
She gave a sweet little sigh of pleasure. “Aiden had me get the bathmat so my knees wouldn’t hurt on the hardwood, and then he set me down between his spread legs. He was sitting in the same ratty old desk chair where I first saw him jerking off.”
“Did it make you wet to think about what he was going to have you do to him?”
“Oh yes. I was always wet even before we started doing anything.”
He groaned. “Are you wet now?”
She gave another soft laugh. “I’m always wet when I’m talking to you. And when I even just think about talking to you.”
“Christ,” he said. The woman drove him crazy. Then he pumped a little harder, not too much, not yet. He didn’t want to come until the climax of her story, pun intended.
“I’d never done it before, sucked a cock.” He loved the way the soft S and the hard C sounded on her tongue. “He told me the way he wanted it, to start with the crown and just swirl my tongue around it. I knew I was doing it right when he groaned.”
“I can almost feel your tongue on me.” He closed his eyes, imagining it was her touching him rather than his own hand.
“Are you stroking yourself?” she whispered.
He laughed. “What do you think?”
Her answering laugh strummed his cock. “Then he told me to suck on that little mushroom, to suck it hard and use my tongue on the little slit. His breathing got really hard. Then he put his hand on my head and pushed me down, telling me to take more of him, but slowly, swirling my tongue at the same time.”
“Damnation, that kid sure as hell knew what he liked.”
She went on, as if her story had taken her over. “I felt uncoordinated, like I was trying to do two things at once, using my tongue and sliding down. But he told me I did it so good.”
And he knew she would. He wanted her mouth on his cock so badly he would have shoved it through the phone lines if he could. “Did you like it?”
Her voice dipped to that sweetly seductive note he felt in cock.
“I loved it. He had me suck harder then, faster, to wrap my hand around the base of his cock and stroke him. He wanted me to squeeze his balls, easy, just sort of rubbing them. And I could feel his cock getting harder in my mouth, and his balls sort of bunching up. Then he put both hands in my hair, guiding me to the rhythm he wanted. And he was groaning and growling and puffing his breath, loving what I was doing to him.”
As if he were the stepbrother, Knox felt his balls bunching up and his cock grow harder in his fist.
“Then he told me he was going to come, and if I didn’t get off him right then, he’d come in my mouth.”
“Fuck,” he swore with a groan.
Her voice whispered in his ear. “But I didn’t stop. I kept sucking. Because I wanted to see what it was like. To feel it. To taste it.”
“You make me absolutely fucking crazy, woman.”
Her sexy laugh almost sent him over the edge. “Then he came, filling my mouth, and it was salty and sweet, and so damn good. And even better was knowing that I did that to him. That I made him lose control.”
“You’re making me lose control,” Knox growled. “Come with me.” He wanted her with him.
She cried out, “Fuck me, Knox. Oh God, please, fuck me.”
He loved that word on her lips, the dirtiest of it. And that was all he needed. Everything coiled inside him suddenly sprang loose, and he came with the sound of her cries in his ear, knowing that her climax hit her at the same moment.
He felt as if he were fucking her, filling her. Giving her everything.
He needed it for real. Christ, how he needed her.
Summer didn’t know at what point she fell asleep.
She couldn’t remember much after that, just the sound of his voice lulling her to sleep after that amazing orgasm.
It didn’t even matter she’d told him about Everett and the movies.
In fact, she was glad she had. It was freeing, as if she’d been holding those feelings inside all these years.
And once she’d said it all aloud to him, they vanished.
When she woke in the middle of the night, her phone was dead and he was gone.
But she still had her fantasies.
Monday morning, Knox slouched in a comfortable chair in West Coast’s boardroom during the weekly strategy meeting between SV Displays and West Coast.
“First up,” Holt Montgomery said, “let’s introduce our newest team member, Coral Chandler, our Director of Materials. Tell us about yourself, Coral.”
A pretty woman in her mid-forties, her curly auburn hair cascaded over her shoulders, and her smile seemed to reach all the way to her ginger brown eyes. But she couldn’t compare with Summer, who was seated across from him, which, naturally, Knox had engineered.
But maybe he was biased, because no one could compare to Summer and her gloriously kinky mind.
“Thanks, Holt,” Coral said in a light, feminine tone, nodding acknowledgement around the room.
“I met several of you during the interview process. But a little about me, I’ve worked in Production Control and Materials for several years, but I also have an accounting background which is beneficial in procurement.
I look forward to working with all of you. ”
Holt then went around the room introducing his people as well as Brett Baker’s and naming their positions within the two companies.
But Knox’s mind didn’t stay on Coral Chandler or the customer trials Holt and Brett began discussing. They were going well, and his machines performed flawlessly.
But he was obsessed with Summer Gentry. She wore a sexy business suit with a pencil skirt and a black and red jacket that molded to her breasts and flared at her waist. He wanted his hands under that jacket and up that skirt. He wanted to know if she was as wet as he was hard.
“And the machines, Knox?” Brett’s voice brought him back to the table. “Any modifications necessary?”
“Not even one. Everything’s in perfect shape,” he told his boss.
The CEOs, Brett of SV Displays and Holt of West Coast, were two peas in a pod, to use the old saying. Both in their fifties, both commanding without being autocratic. Both with relatively new loves in their lives.
“Any negative feedback from our customers?” Holt asked, directing the question to Finn Rafferty. His buddy Finn was SV Displays’ R&D guy. He, too, had a new love in his life. Or maybe that was rekindled love, because Finn had known Lia Ferroni, West Coast’s HR VP, when they were in high school.
“Just a couple of bugs reported,” Finn said. “But we’re working out those kinks. Nothing serious.”
There must be something in the water at West Coast. Or maybe love was in the air. There was Holt, Brett, and their own Grady Masterson who’d hooked up with Jordana Davis. What was up with all this love?
He looked at Summer. Yeah, and what was up with him?
He never stopped thinking about her. Of course, it was difficult to stop thinking about her when he had phone sex with her every night.
He’d always been a fairly lusty guy since high school—that had never been the problem.
But never anything like this. The more he got from her, the more he wanted.
And he wanted her badly. Really, what difference would it make if anyone at West Coast knew about them? There was enough intermixing going on as it was, starting at the top with Holt and his secretary/wife.
“Have you gotten any scuttlebutt from the customer base, Summer?” Brett asked.
She almost seemed to startle at the question, as if her mind had been miles away. As if her mind had been on their phone sex and Saturday’s sexy little adventure.
“Nothing more than what I passed on to Finn and Ward. And nothing that seems like a big deal.” Her sexy voice drizzled over him like warm chocolate, reminding him of their nights, of her dirty stories, of her sighs and her moans as she came.
“Most of them seem like they just want to tell us how well it’s going.
They’re all very excited about the new product. ”
They went around the table, hearing from everyone, the two manufacturing VPs from both companies, Court Stevens for SV Displays and David Farris, West Coast’s VP.
And there was another VP indulging in a hot affair with the finance manager. Knox was pretty sure Farris and Tricia Connelly were living together. He’d seen them drive in together. And no one at West Coast batted an eyelash.
Yeah, there was something in the air. Maybe it was a virus, and Knox had caught it. Clay Blackwell reported on the reserves, pulling in the numbers from Gloria King, SV Displays’ CFO, who couldn’t be here today.
Knox turned his attention back to the fever infecting him. Summer fever. He had plans for her, big plans. And he’d make sure she enjoyed every single one.
“What the hell is up with you?” Finn asked as they toured West Coast’s manufacturing department.
Knox shook himself out of his sexual daze. “What do you mean?”
Finn was grinning at him. “You’ve got the hots for that customer service manager.”
Busted. Of course he denied it. “Who?”
Finn socked him lightly on the arm. “You know exactly who I’m talking about. Summer Gentry. You didn’t stop looking at her in the meeting today.”
“She’s a pretty little thing to look at.” He had to at least admit that part of it. He always looked. There was nothing wrong with that.
Finn laughed at him. “Yeah, but it’s the way you look at her, like you’re dying to drag her off to your man cave and keep her there for a week.”
All right, so he’d been obvious, too obvious. Summer would hate it. But he wasn’t so sure he minded.
“And,” Finn went on, “there’s the way you’re over at West Coast every day checking things out.”
“That’s my job. I have to check things out.”
Finn chuckled at him. “Yeah, you’ve got things to check out, Summer Gentry being the most important.”
Knox snorted. “Get your head out of your ass, Rafferty. When have I ever not looked at a woman? And when have I ever had to follow her around like a puppy dog?”
“Granted. But I wonder if this time you’ve got yourself hooked.”
Infected by a virus was more like it. But this was one fever he didn’t want to get rid of. “You’re just saying all this because you’re infected with the love virus.”
Finn grinned. “Yeah. I’m completely head-over-heels infected.”
Knox nudged him away from the subject of Summer Gentry. “So tell me how it’s going with what’s her name.”
“Lia Ferroni, you damn well know. And she’s fucking amazing,” Finn said. He wasn’t a man who used a lot of epithets, but it was a testament to his love virus that he did now.
“Happy for you, my man,” Knox said seriously. “She’s a prize.”
“You’re damn right. Hell, I thought you were interested in her at one point. I was ready to knock your block off.”
Knox laughed. “I told you, when have I ever not looked at a woman? She’s gorgeous, well worth a look. But it was pretty damn obvious you’d already staked your claim.”
And now, after all these years, Knox wanted to stake his own claim. On Summer.
He just had to make her see things his way.
They needed an adventure.