Page 78 of The Temporary Fiancée
That draws a quiet, musical laugh out of her. She holds my gaze as she leans in, and the first slow drag of her tongue up the length of my shaft makes my head drop back against the chair. The wet heat of her tongue is fucking unreal.
She does it again, slower this time, her eyes never leaving mine, and I can feel the wet trail she’s leaving cool slightly in the air-conditioned air of the office. I have to fight every primal instinct in myself not to palm the back of her head and pull her down until those sweet lips envelop my cock.
But she’s in charge here, and I’m more than happy to let her take control.
As if she can sense the power she has over me, Olivia pauses with her lips just brushing my crown, her warm breath gusting over me, and the look on her face is sexy and vulnerable all at once.
“You’ve made me come harder than I ever have in my life,” she whispers. “Did you know that?”
The rush of masculine, possessive satisfaction that swells in my chest has my cock pulsing against her palm.
“Christ, Olivia.”
“I want to return the favor.” Her tongue flicks against me, light and quick. “I want to feel you all the way in the back of my throat.”
Before I can respond, she dips her head and spits onto the head of my cock. The slick of it runs down my length, and I watch through hooded eyes as she wraps her hand around my shaft and works it down, spreading it over every inch of me. The sight of her doing that, the soft glide of her slick hand, the deliberate filth of it, almost finishes me before she’s even started.
“Baby,” I breathe, “you’re going to kill me.”
She grins at me, and fucking hell, Ilovethis side of her. Then she lowers her head, closing her warm mouth around the head of my cock, and a guttural sound rumbles in my chest. I have to bite my cheek to keep from making a much louder noise that would definitely carry through the door.
My cock is already slick with her saliva, allowing her to glide down evenly as she hollows her cheeks a little. Her hand is still working the base of my shaft in tandem with her mouth as she starts to bob her head, her tongue flat against the underside, the wet pressure of her lips dragging up and down in a way that drives me fucking crazy. I drop one hand into her hair, slidingmy fingers through it and gathering it loosely into my fist so I can see her face better.
“That’s it, baby.” I hum my approval. “Just like that. Holy fuck, look at you taking me so well.”
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’senjoyingthis, 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’sdefinitelyenjoying 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.
