Chapter 16
After five amazing nights, where he’d cooked for her, held her as they lay together on the sofa bingeing a couple of murder mystery shows, and made love to her until she screamed, her girls arrived.
On Friday night, Knox didn’t call her.
Summer called him.
His phone sat on the bedside table, and he’d been lying naked in the bed, waiting for her. It was late. Presumably she’d stayed up talking to the girls.
He was hard, and he knew just how wet she was as she seduced him with that beautiful, needy voice of hers. “Make me come, Knox,” she whispered just loud enough for him to hear.
“Be very quiet,” he told her. “You don’t want the girls to hear.”
“Don’t throw my words back at me,” she grumbled, although he detected a smile in her voice.
“Are you wishing I was kissing my way down your body until I spread your legs and lick you?”
“That’s exactly what I wish.” She rewarded him with a moan.
“Because you love my tongue on you and my fingers inside you, right?”
“God, yes. I absolutely adore your tongue on me and your fingers inside me.”
“And you love my cock in your mouth.”
“I love your cock in my mouth. I love the way you taste. I love those sexy male grunts and groans you make. I love the way your whole body shakes when you’re ready to come.”
He laughed softly. “I love the way you scream when you climax.”
“I’m not screaming tonight.”
But he was sure she’d want to. “And you’re so fucking wet right now, aren’t you.”
“You know I am,” she groaned. “I’m so wet, Knox. It’s like the more you do it to me, the more I need it.” She ended on a soft laugh. “It’s a very bad thing.”
“It’s such a fucking good thing.”
He stroked himself idly, holding off his climax until he had her on the edge.
“What I’d really like is to be standing at the end of your bed, watching you spread your legs, rubbing yourself, getting yourself off.
We’ve never done that, where I just watch you stroke yourself.
I want that. Yeah, I want that bad. I want to watch you as your body gets all pink and flushed with desire.
I want to see how wet you are, smell how aroused you are.
I want to hear all your sweet little moans. ”
She moaned a little louder, and he knew she was touching herself, imagining him standing at the end of the bed watching. “You make me crazy,” she whispered.
“You make me so fucking hard. But I want to watch you come, to listen to you scream. I’d relish the way your body writhes on the bed while you climax, your heels digging into the mattress, your body pushing up against your fingers, so you come harder and longer.”
“Oh God, Knox, what are you doing to me?”
“I’m stroking myself over your body, waiting for you to come down off the high, waiting for you to take my cock in your mouth. I know how badly you want it.”
She panted, and she was close. He knew every sound she made, how she moved, how her body quaked and quivered, her eyes closed, her head tossed back, her hair crushed against the pillow. “Tell me you’re salivating for my cock.”
“You know I am,” she said, her seductive moans filling his head.
“Would you rather I just fucked you?” he whispered, drawing out the word, because she loved when he talked dirty.
“Oh God, yes, God, please fuck me, please.”
She was almost there. “And you can feel me just inside you, gliding over that sweet spot you love so much. It makes you crazy.”
“It makes me nuts.”
Then she let out a long, low moan, and he knew she was riding out her climax.
“Knox, Knox,” she chanted at him. Softly.
As if even in the throes of her orgasm, she remembered to be quiet.
He would have liked it if she’d screamed.
But then she would have been pissed later. It was enough that she’d called him.
She let out a long sigh, and he could almost see her muscles relax as she flopped back on the bed. “Oh my God, how do you do that to me?”
“You did that all by yourself.”
“It’s always better with your voice is my ear.”
His voice, not just anyone’s voice.
Then she said, “I didn’t hear you come.”
“I haven’t. Not yet.”
“Why not?”
“Because I wanted to talk you through yours, and if I’m coming, I can’t pay attention.”
“I can walk you through it now.”
“I could come over and sneak into your bedroom and fuck you the way you need to be fucked.”
She laughed. “You know you can’t do that.”
“Yeah, but we weren’t even supposed to talk this weekend.”
“I couldn’t fall asleep without hearing your voice,” she admitted.
The confession did something to him, as if she were admitting how badly she needed him, not just his cock or his sex.
His heart beat faster, his skin heated, but even more, it stole his breath.
It made him realize again all the things he needed from her, all the things he wanted to beg for.
All the ways he wanted to fuck her and love her. Yes, love her.
He couldn’t quite pinpoint when it happened.
There were so many moments, so many words between them, so many touches, both physical and mental.
She fit him like no woman ever had. She thought like he did, completed his fantasies, slaked his needs.
In twenty years, he’d never felt so… content.
She was hassle-free, drama-free. Yes, she made him wild, crazy with need, and she brought out his protective instincts.
But she also relaxed him, settled him, accepted him, even when he was arrogant and pushy.
“So now you can fall asleep tonight?” he asked.
She moaned, sighed, and he pictured her stretching like a luxurious cat in the sun. “I’m going to sleep so good.”
“Then I’ll let you go.”
“Wait. What about you? I’d love to talk you through an orgasm. Or two or three or four.” She laughed softly, and he felt it deep in his gut.
“I won’t come until I’m in your bed with you. Or you’re in mine.”
“Really? You’ll have blue balls by then.”
“It just means I’ll come so much harder and longer. It’ll be so fucking good for both of us. Hours and hours of fucking you.”
“You know you make me crazy when you say things like that.”
“That’s my job. To make you crazy. Now go to sleep and have very sweet dreams. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“But you won’t see me until Monday night, after the girls are gone,” she said, followed by a long, satisfied sigh.
“I’ll see you at the company picnic tomorrow.”
She was silent too long before she asked, “You’re not actually going to the picnic?”
“Of course I am. I even have to take a turn at the barbecue.”
Again, she was silent for too long. Until finally, she admitted, “I didn’t think you’d be going.”
He laughed, though it didn’t feel funny. “Are you afraid I’ll embarrass you at the picnic?”
“Of course not.”
But he knew she was. “Let me reassure you, I have no intention of trying to jump your bones in the middle of the barbecue.”
“I never thought you would.”
But she did think he’d do something. And he would.
He had every intention of introducing himself to her daughters.
What the hell did he have planned?
Summer closed her eyes and stretched her arms over her head, her body pleasantly sated. At least for now.
Until she thought about tomorrow and the barbecue and her daughters. And Knox.
She imagined him walking straight up to her for everyone to see and pulling her into his arms for a mind-melding kiss.
She could only pray he didn’t mortify her in front of the girls and the whole West Coast and SV Displays team.
The first annual Silicon Valley Display Products and West Coast Manufacturing’s company picnic was getting off to a rollicking start. The VPs of the two companies had all been tasked with a turn at the food line. Knox and Court Stevens manned the spatulas, flipping burgers and rotating hot dogs.
Finn Rafferty cooked up ears of corn, while his beautiful girlfriend, Lia Ferroni, West Coast’s HR VP, dished out potato salad.
Neal Thomas, their VP of Business Development, worked a vat of baked beans, while his girlfriend Ella was taking cellophane off all the salads.
There was soda for the kids, beer, wine, and champagne for the adults.
Together, the two companies had rented a large picnic area at a local park with hiking trails and a river running through it.
Rows of picnic benches accommodated employees and their families, and there was plenty for the kids to do.
Swing sets, a huge sandbox filled with toy trucks and pails with pint-sized shovels.
Slides and monkey bars and a merry-go-round.
They’d rented a bouncy house and hired clowns making animal shapes out of balloons to entertain the kids, as well as caricature sketching and face painting.
The more adventurous grabbed inner tubes for a lazy ride down the river.
Brett Baker, as SV Displays CEO, grabbed one microphone, and Holt Montgomery took the other. Standing by the barbecues, Brett started the speeches. Knox hoped to hell they wouldn’t last long.
Brett’s voice boomed out over the crowd.
“Welcome everyone to the first of many joint company events to come. We want to thank each and every one of our employees for all the hard work in pulling this venture together. We’ve got a great product, and we all see glory days ahead, with more amazing products to come. ”
Then Holt took over, raising his microphone. “All the hard work is about to pay off, and we thank you for putting your all into this effort. So today, enjoy yourselves. The first round of burgers and dogs is ready.” His voice rose to a rousing level. “To the tables and stuff yourselves!”
A great roar rose from the crowd of employees and their families as they swooped in to fill their plates.