Chapter 18 #3
She makes a sound around me, and the vibration of it makes my hips jerk. I have to dig my heels into the carpet to stay still, gritting my teeth. What is it about this woman that makes me feel like a teenager again, totally wrecked and unable to control my reactions?
Her eyes dart up to mine, and the look in them nearly does me in. She’s enjoying this, and holy shit, that just makes me enjoy it more.
She starts to move faster, the exploratory pace falling away as she starts to suck me with real intent. Her cheeks hollow as she goes, her hand twisting at the base of my cock, and wet slurping sounds start to fill the space under the desk.
I have to grip the arm rest even tighter to try to maintain some modicum of control as pleasure builds at the base of my spine.
My lips are clenched tight, but even so, I don’t know if I can trap the sounds I’m making behind them.
The door is closed, but Marjorie’s desk sits directly across the hall, and if anyone happens to walk past at the wrong moment, I’m not sure how the hell I’ll explain away what they might hear.
“Fuck. Olivia,” I hiss. “You’re so fucking good at this.”
She moans around me again, her tongue working a circle around my crown before she takes me deep again, and my fingers tighten in her hair as I feel her swallow around me.
The shrill electronic ring of my office phone cuts through the air suddenly, and every muscle in my body locks up.
Olivia goes still for half a beat, and I grimace at the realization that she’s about to pull away. But she doesn’t. She lifts her head just enough to look up at me, still gripping my slick cock, her lips swollen and shining.
“Aren’t you going to get that?” she asks.
I can see the laughter in her eyes. Yeah, she’s definitely enjoying this, far too much.
“You’re a brat,” I say with a smirk.
“Answer it.” She trails her tongue up the underside of my shaft. “You’re a very important man.”
I groan and reach for the phone, my hand not quite steady.
The second I lift the receiver to my ear and bring it to the side of my face, Olivia’s mouth closes back around me, and she takes me deeper than she has yet, the head of my cock hitting the back of her throat.
My free hand flies back to her hair on instinct.
“This is Reed.” My voice sounds hoarse, but relatively normal.
I hope.
“Mr. Eastwood,” says a slightly nasal voice on the other end. “I wanted to check in with you about the Seattle Build.”
It’s Brandon Hollis, our VP of development. He’s halfway through a rundown on the new hotel we’re building in Seattle before I’ve fully registered who’s on the line, telling me that due to a contractor pulling out, the new property’s timeline has been slipping and costs are climbing.
He rattles off some numbers I should be writing down, but there’s no way in hell I can do that right now. Olivia is sucking me hard, the rhythm of her mouth steady and merciless, matched by the motion of her hand, and every conscious thought I have is focused on keeping my voice level.
“Uh huh,” I mutter. “Right. Okay, we can—”
Olivia’s teeth scrape lightly against me, sending a shock straight to my balls, and I hiss through my teeth before I can stop myself.
“Mr. Eastwood? You all right over there?”
“Yeah.” Fuck. “Sorry. Stubbed my toe.”
I can feel Olivia fighting a smile even though her lips are still wrapped around me.
Her eyes drift up toward mine, dancing with amusement, and she takes me deep again on purpose as if she just wants to see what I’ll do.
My grip on the phone goes white-knuckled, and I have to swallow hard before I can speak again.
“Hollis, listen—” I break off, gritting my teeth as my cock pulses. “I… I trust you to handle it. Whatever it takes to keep the Seattle build on schedule, do it. Send me the revised numbers, and I’ll sign off tonight.”
He’s still talking, but I cut him off and drop the receiver back into the cradle.
I’ll call him back later and get whatever info I need.
I look down at Olivia as she draws back, grinning at me.
A little thread of saliva connects her lips to my cock, and it’s the filthiest, hottest thing I’ve ever seen.
through me at the sight is so sharp it makes my vision narrow.
“You’re a bad fucking girl,” I growl. “You know that?”
“What if I like being bad?”
Her smirk widens, her cheeks flushed, and it rouses something possessive and primal inside me.
“Bad girls get their faces fucked. Is that what you want?”
Her eyes widen, her pupils expanding as her jaw drops open a little. Then she swallows and nods. Leaning in again, she wraps her lips around me, and I can feel her relax her jaw, inviting me to take what I want.
“Tap my thigh if it’s too much,” I tell her. “Promise me.”
She nods, a tiny movement of her head. I can feel her breath coming faster, little gusts from her nostrils that ghost over my skin.
I tighten my fist in her hair and pull her down a couple inches, and she lets me.
She opens for me, her jaw going slack, her eyes fixed on mine with so much trust it makes my chest go tight.
There’s no way I’ll be able to last long. Not like this.
Lifting my hips, I start to thrust, slow at first, watching her face for any sign that I need to pull back. But she takes it. She takes all of it, her mouth wet and open, her hands settling on my thighs to hold herself steady.
“That’s it,” I praise roughly. “Keep your jaw relaxed, baby. Good girl. So fucking good for me.”
I find a rhythm, my hand gripping the locks of her hair so tightly that it has to sting a bit, my hips lifting in steady, controlled thrusts.
The heat of her mouth, the wet drag of her lips, the soft choked sounds she’s making around me, the sight of her letting me use her like this… it’s almost more than I can take.
“I’m close,” I bite out. “You good? Can you take more?”
She nods again, whimpering in a way that makes it clear she’s getting off on this too, and that knowledge shoots through my veins like fire.
I drive my hips up a little harder, hitting the back of her throat as her eyes water at the corners, and I lose track of my effort to be quiet as the orgasm builds and then crests.
My vision goes white around the edges as I come hard, spilling down her throat. She swallows around me, again and again, her throat squeezing my head as she takes every last drop.
I slump back in my chair as my cock give one last pulse, breathing like I’ve just run up a dozen flights of stairs. My pulse is pounding in my ears. Olivia sits back on her knees between my legs, looking up at me with a pleased, sexy little smile that hits me right in the chest.
I reach down and haul her up off her knees, drawing her onto my lap.
Her hair is mussed from my fist, her lips are red from the friction, and there’s still a faint shine of saliva at the corners of her mouth.
Wrapping my arms around her, I lean in to kiss her, tasting myself on her tongue.
She melts against me, craning her neck to deepen the kiss as if she’s as needy for me as I am for her.
When we finally separate, I press my forehead to her temple. “I have to tell you something.”
“What?” she asks, her voice a bit hoarse.
“This friends with benefits thing of yours?”
“Yeah?”
“It might be the single best fucking idea you’ve ever had.”
She tips her head back and laughs, the sound full and unrestrained and addictive. “It was pretty genius, if I do say so myself.”
The phone on my desk rings again, and I groan into her shoulder. She laughs softly and shifts on my lap so I can reach for the receiver. I hit the speaker button without lifting it.
“Hello?”
Marjorie’s brisk voice fills the office. “Your three o’clock with the Lansing Group is here, Mr. Eastwood. I have them waiting in conference room B.”
I bite back a sigh. The Lansing meeting has been on my calendar for weeks.
They’re a potential investor group, and my father has been clear about how badly he wants this deal closed.
But with Olivia sitting in my lap with her cheeks flushed and her mouth still swollen from mine, the last thing I want to do is spend the next hour walking three men in expensive suits through projections for a Manhattan property expansion.
I could pass it off. I have other people who could take it.
Before I can decide, Olivia climbs off my lap. She smooths her hair, tucks a stray lock behind her ear, and straightens her shirt, making herself look somewhat more presentable, although the flush on her cheeks hasn’t quite faded.
“You should get back to work,” she tells me. “I’ll see you at home.”
I open my mouth to argue, but she grins at me, her eyes still bright, and the playful tilt of her smile leaves me speechless. She gives me a quick kiss, then crosses the office with a confident sway to her hips and slips out.
I lean back in my chair, run a hand through my hair, and clear my throat. Then I remember suddenly that Marjorie is still on the line.
“Okay,” I tell my assistant with a sigh. “I’ll be down in five. Tell them I’m just wrapping up a call.”
“Will do.” Marjorie hangs up.
I take a few deep breaths to compose myself, my mind still on Olivia and what we just did. It was hotter than I ever could’ve imagined, and after the day I’ve had, much needed.
I use my cell phone as a mirror to check my appearance, straightening my tie and ensuring that my belt is in place. Then I head off to my meeting, still caught up in a haze.