Chapter Thirteen #2
One long lick that ended with my tongue pressed hard into her clit and she fell silent. I teased her entrance with my fingertips, almost losing it as she rocked into them, drawing me inside.
Fuck.
I was going to fucking come in my boxers like a teenager.
Getting my mouth on Violet was better than the best wet dream I’d ever imagined back then.
And she thought she was bad at sex? I’d never had a woman I wanted as much as I wanted Violet.
I wanted to make her come all day. I wanted to come with her, fucking her so hard and deep she’d feel me for weeks.
Not yet. Not fucking yet. I poured all of that need and desire into eating her pussy, reveling in every gasp and moan.
Her head rolled back into the leather, eyes squeezed shut.
Working her with my fingers and my mouth, I pushed her higher, harder, until she shattered, her legs closing around me, fingers knotted in my hair.
She was fierce in her pleasure, like a goddess demanding worship, and I gave it willingly. I gave it fucking happily. I’d worship her pussy all day and all night if she let me.
Every muscle in her body went limp as bliss faded into contentment.
Drying my slick mouth against her leg, I moved up the couch and resettled her, pulling her into my arms, cradling her head against my shoulder.
Her hand rested on my chest, fingers absently stroking as she breathed slowly, in and out, every so often letting out a deep sigh.
Her hand moved down, lower, and lower. When her fingers grazed my belt buckle, I caught them, drawing them back up to my chest. She shifted. I tightened my arm, holding her in place.
“Not now,” I said. “Not this time.”
“You don’t want me to—?” Her question faded away in uncertainty.
I hated seeing Violet uncertain. Even when she had no idea what the fuck she was doing, she always held together her facade of unerring confidence. I wouldn’t be the one to pull it apart.
Pressing a kiss to the top of her head I said, “I do. I really fucking do. But not now. This was for you. And for me. You have no idea how long I’ve been thinking about getting my mouth between your legs.”
Her body hitched, and I wasn’t sure if I’d shocked her or she was choking back a laugh. Maybe both.
“When I get you naked and alone, when I have you all to myself in a nice big bed, I want you to do everything you want to me,” I promised. “But we’re going to need more room, more time, and more privacy than we have right here.”
Violet melted into me, letting out another of those deep sighs. She toyed with the buttons of my shirt, the silk of my tie, winding the fabric around her fingers and tugging it straight, over and over.
Her hair had come loose, and I worked my fingers through the long strands, stroking and petting, not ready to let her go. I was half-asleep, and Violet’s eyelids had long since slid closed, when the faint murmur of voices filtered through my office door.
The office door I’d closed, but not locked.
Fuck.
Just as I was convincing myself it was only a security check, I heard Gage’s voice, followed by Sophie’s softer tones.
Fucking, fucking, fuck.
Violet heard them a second after I did. I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone move that fast. She sat bolt upright, eyes flying wide in shocked panic. They flashed across the room at the door, then scanned wildly for some escape. She was off the couch and scrambling for her shoes a second later.
“Bathroom,” I said, nodding in the direction of my private washroom.
With a jolt, she was gone, her bared breasts half covered by her jacket, shoes in her hand.
Her torn underwear taunted me from the carpet and I shoved them in my pocket, standing as if I was in no rush and packing up the containers from dinner.
Only the faintest of rustling sounds reached me from behind the closed bathroom door.
I was behind my desk, tie straightened, pulling on my suit jacket, when the door to my office swung open.
“You almost done?” Gage asked.
“Just about. What are you two doing here?” I knew Gage had been home because he wore a T-shirt and jeans instead of a suit.
“We’re on our way out to dinner, but I realized I forgot my wallet in my desk. I took it out to look for a business card and then shoved it in a drawer and forgot about it.”
“It’s a little late for dinner,” I commented.
Sophie, tucked into Gage’s side, bit her lower lip and stared at the carpet with an expression so guilty I had to stop myself from laughing. I’d walked in on them often enough to guess why they were running late.
In a grave voice, I said, “I see.”
She bit her lip harder and Gage gave her a tight squeeze. “We’ll walk you out.”
Fuck. I couldn’t think of a good reason to say no. I’d been putting my jacket on, so they knew I’d been about to leave, and Violet was trapped unless I could get Gage and Sophie out of my office.
“Sure,” I agreed as if I didn’t have a woman stashed in my washroom. “Go ahead and grab your wallet, I just need to take a last look at these papers and then I’ll be ready. One minute.”
Gage gave me a suspicious look, but let Sophie pull him from my office.
The moment they were gone I crossed the room and rapped softly at the washroom door.
Violet had managed to restore herself to order.
Under her breath she said, “My purse is in my desk drawer. Keep an eye out while I get it and I’ll go down the stairs. ”
I didn’t like the idea of Violet creeping away like we had something to hide, but I said, “I’ve got you.”
She had her purse in her hands and was disappearing through the stairwell door before Gage and Sophie got back to the elevators.
We’d beat her down to the garage, but that wouldn’t matter since her car was two levels below the executive spaces.
She might technically have been part of the executive team, but that didn’t rate a parking space near the CEO and owner.
I caught the scent of sweet peas and Violet and leaned against the opposite wall of the elevator from Gage and Sophie. Gage eyed my rumpled shirt and messy hair and said, “You look like you slept at your desk.”
I wasn’t going to admit I didn’t have bed head—I had sex hair. “I’m tired.”
With the gentle look that was vintage Sophie, Gage’s wife said, “You need to get more sleep. You can’t run on all cylinders all the time. Eventually, the stress will catch up to you.”
“She’s not wrong,” Gage said.
“Of course, I’m not,” Sophie agreed, “I’m a nurse. I know what I’m talking about.”
“I know you do,” I said. “And you’re right. This weekend should be relaxing once I get business out of the way.”
Gage gave me another of those suspicious looks. “And you’re going by yourself, right?”
Shooting him a grin I said, “No, I’m not.”