12. Cole
COLE
I undo the button on my suit pants.
Sage stares at me with those wide and not-at-all-innocent blue eyes. My vision goes hazy already. My chest buzzes. My dick throbs.
I’m rock-hard, tenting my pants, and she’s gazing at the outline of my erection like it’s all she wants in the world. My cock grows impossibly harder from what she’s promising in this position, from what her hungry hands and eager lips are offering.
I groan, sliding a hand over her chin. “I would love to mess up that perfect lipstick of yours.”
As she unclips her French twist, letting her lush hair fall around her shoulders, she runs her tongue along her lips. “And I would love to see my lipstick all around your cock. So mess it up, Cole. Then we will never speak of this again.”
I work the zipper down. “And no one will ever know your filthy little secret. That you love the idea that everyone out there, your customers, your employees, your managers, could potentially see how filthy you are.”
She tugs the zipper down the rest of the way. “How dirty am I?”
My voice rumbles, a dirty rasp to match a dirty woman.
“You’re so fucking filthy that you’re going to take my dick all the way to the back of your throat here in your corner office.
You’re going to play with my balls as you kneel on your own carpet.
You’re going to run your red fingernails up and down my thighs as your employees deal cards, serve drinks, toss dice,” I say, my free hand sweeping toward the glass window.
“And as they all make money for you, you’re going to suck my cock so damn hard. ”
Her eyes sparkle with filthy mischief. My balls buzz as she grips the base of my dick. She licks her lips. “I think you like when I stare at your cock,” she says, wrapping her hand tighter and squeezing as a torrent of pleasure unleashes inside me.
“No thinking here, Sage. I do . I fucking love when you stare at my dick.” I flex my hips and thrust into her talented hand.
Darting out her tongue, she flicks it across the head, then moans in pleasure. I nearly die of lust.
This woman.
She’s so incredibly sexy as she taunts me. As she teases me. As she lets me know how much she wants to suck me off. She draws the head into her mouth, sucking on it.
White-hot bliss zaps through my body from her soft, decadent lips wrapped around the head.
“And I love sucking it too,” she murmurs, then lets go as her gaze swings up, toward the window.
I am electrified by the prospect of what Sage is about to do. In front of her window, but just out of view.
And this naughty woman looks at me once again with wicked intent in her eyes. “Just make sure, Cole, that no one can tell from your O face that my rival is fucking my mouth,” she says, and it’s a miracle that I don’t shoot right then and there.
But as she parts her lips then wraps them around my shaft, I don’t know that I can even speak. My hand curls around her skull. “I’ll keep all your dirty secrets, including the way my rival is sucking my cock.”
She shakes her head, letting my dick fall from her mouth. “It’s more than sucking. I’m going to worship your cock like it’s the answer to all my dirty prayers.”
I burn.
Everywhere.
Lust sizzles down my spine as she dirty talks my dick, then as she takes me into the warm heaven of her mouth.
My knees buckle, and I press one hand against the window, bracing myself. Wild pleasure whips through me. I loop my other hand around her head again, threading my fingers through her hair. I tug her closer. “All the way now. Take my dick all the way to the back of your sexy mouth.”
Opening wide, she takes me deep, her eyes saying Like that?
My body lights up. Pleasure roars through me as I answer her unspoken question. “Yes, just like that. I want to watch you suck me off in front of your empire.”
Her eyebrows wiggle as if she delights in taking me deep. My entire body vibrates with lust. “I don’t care if anyone sees me coming down your throat, because that’s what I’m going to do, Sage.”
She practically swallows me, and I nearly lose my mind with pleasure, as all my senses fire.
She sucks ravenously, greedily. I start to lose myself in the rhythm and bliss of fucking her beautiful mouth.
I close my eyes, pumping, as she runs her hands up and down my thighs, her nails digging into my muscles.
Then that perfect, manicured hand travels under my cock. Cups my balls, rolling them in her talented fingers. I squeeze my eyes shut, a shudder racking my body as fire rips through me. She presses one fingertip to the base of my cock, and holy fuck, I’m going to explode.
I open my eyes and stare at the hedonistic vision in front of me. Her lipstick being ruined. Her mouth opened wide. Her eyes tearing up.
And her throat humming around my dick.
It’s filthy perfection.
Trouble is, she needs something too.
My gaze runs down her body to where she’s rocking her hips, seeking out some kind of contact.
Before the switch flips in me, I squeeze my dick, wrap a hand around it, and tell her no. “Need you to stop, Sage. Now. ” It comes out as a desperate command. That’s how I feel. Desperate to stave off my climax because I want hers more.
She pulls off, pouting like I’ve devastated her. “But I could taste you. You’re warm and salty, and I could tell you wanted to come on my tongue.”
A bolt of lust slams into me.
I squeeze my dick harder, holding off. “I would love to see my come all over your lips. But I’m not going to leave you unsatisfied.”
Letting go of my dick, I offer her a hand and pull her up.
We move so I’m at the edge of the window, where it ends, out of sight. She’s visible through the glass, but only her upper body.
I yank up her dress above her hips, and groan roughly as I stare at her gorgeous white lace panties. “Looks like your panties are already useless, like your lipstick,” I say, tugging the wet fabric off, then tossing them onto the carpet.
“Don’t tangle my hair. Or everyone will know you fucked your rival,” she taunts.
“You want everyone to know.”
“Just shut up and fuck me,” she says, and I lift a hand and smack her ass.
She cries out.
I reach into my wallet for a condom. “I’m going to fuck you so good, Sage. I’m going to fuck you like the plaything that you are. That’s what you liked the other night, wasn’t it?” I ask as I open the condom wrapper. “When Daniel and I took you in the alcove. You liked being our plaything.”
Her breath seems to stop. She trembles. It’s like everything’s on pause for a few seconds as I reveal her secret.
Maybe to her.
For the first time.
Maybe she’s only now learning what she likes.
Then she nods, and in a bare, honest tone, she whispers, “Make me your plaything.”
And that’s exactly what I intend to do. I roll the condom down my length.
“No one can see me. But if anyone looks up, they’ll see your face.
They’ll know The Extravagant’s owner is getting fucked good and hard.
And By the man who owns The Invitation. The man she ought to stay away from. So don’t let on.”
“I won’t,” she whispers, lifting her ass, wriggling her cheeks, asking for me.
I rub the head of my cock against her.
She moans. It’s a wonderful, blissful sound, and then I thrust into her.
And she takes me.
In one gloriously deep thrust.
She gasps.
My fingers slide around to her front, playing with her clit. She rocks back against me as my cock fills her up. “You don’t want anyone to know that I’m the one making you cry out. Making you shudder.”
With every word, she reacts.
A groan. A moan. A murmur.
Her hips pump back against me. She bucks and thrusts, writhing against me like she’s fucking herself onto my cock, and it is the hottest thing I have ever seen. This woman is using my dick like it’s her dildo, her hips taking over, seeking her pleasure.
As she pushes back, I grab her ass tight, then swat a cheek, and she yelps.
“Quiet, Sage. Or everyone will know how the boss likes it.” I punctuate my words by playing with her clit. My fingers slide over her until she’s shaking with pleasure.
She lets out a muffled moan. I move near her ear, the soft strands of her hair brushing against my cheek. “What if someone hears you? What if someone sees how you like it hard from the man across the street?”
“Maybe I don’t like it,” she taunts.
I smack her ass again.
She lets out a desperate cry, then grinds down on my dick.
“You sure you don’t like it?”
“So sure,” she whispers, rocking that beautiful body on my shaft.
“You’re such a sexy liar,” I say, swatting the other cheek.
She arches her back and lets out a guttural moan. “Hate it. Hate it so much,” she murmurs, and it sounds like a purr.
“I bet you hate it so much I’m going to cover your mouth when you’re about to come.”
“Yes. Do that,” she begs.
I clasp a hand over her lips, and that winds her up more. She’s fucking me back even faster now. She seems to relish the risk that anybody out there could look up and see my hand over her mouth.
Seconds later, she trembles, stills, and clenches around my cock.
That’s all it takes for me too, and I’m coming inside her.
My vision blurs, and pleasure crashes over me in a wild, carnal burst of bliss.
I groan quietly, pant heavily, and brush a soft kiss to the back of her neck. Out of sight.
A minute later, as we’re straightening up, her eyes are still wild. “Do you think anyone saw you fucking me?”
A grin tugs at my lips. “I don’t think so. But the question is . . . do you wish they had? Do you get off on how forbidden it is to fuck the competition?”
She shakes her head, her eyes a mix of regret and pleasure. “I don’t know. That’s the thing—I just don’t know.”
I reach for her hand, tug her toward the couch, and hold her face so I can plant a hot, searing kiss on her lips. When I break it, I say, “We definitely won’t do that again. I promise.”
She nods, resolute. “I promise too.”
But when I leave, I don’t think there’s a chance in hell I’m going to keep that promise, especially since I’m going to see her at dinner next week.