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She giggled.Fuck.
She took almost my entire length in her mouth while her free hand stroked my balls. She pumped, sucked, and even grazed her teeth along my shaft. My hand tightened its grip on her hair. The pleasure was dizzying. I couldn’t remember my own name.
“Fuck.” I groaned louder that time. Both my hands got tangled in her hair and pushed her deeper as she bobbed up and down. Watching her move up and down my shaft, coupled with the feel of the back of her throat, nearly did me in.
“Sloan,” I warned between heavy breaths.
Our eyes met again. A sly smile tugged at the side of her cheek. That smile, those eyes, all with my entire cock down her throat.Fuck.
She began to suck harder and deeper, her mouth taking all of me in. Her pace increased wildly, and she let out a long moan along my cock, the vibrations the final act to do me in. Every nerve ending in my body erupted with sensation. I released hard in her mouth. “Sloan,” I grunted loudly, my hand gripping her hair tighter.
She didn’t pull away. Instead, she bobbed up and down to draw every bit out of me. After a moment, I got a handle on my frantic breath. Her gaze locked to mine, and she swallowed all of it. Then, she smirked and released me.
I leaned back into the seat and closed my eyes for a moment. I hated to relinquish control, but Sloan could have it whenever she wanted it.
When I finally regained some power over my senses, I pulled myself together enough to look, at the very least, fully clothed. I reclined in my seat and looped my arm around her as she brought herself up to rest her head on my chest.
“Well look at that, the great Marcus Sutton, under my control.” She laid a kiss on my neck before looking up at me. I was finding it impossible to keep my eyes open.
I laughed and kissed the top of her head. I was under her control long before this weekend.
“Marcus?” she said after a few minutes of quiet.
“Mmm?”
“We still need to talk about what happens if this doesn’t work out.” My body tensed. She looked straight ahead and chewed on her bottom lip.
“You can’t ask serious questions after doing that to me, Sloan.” My head was still spinning from that explosive blow job. I wanted to know how she got so fucking good at that. And then kill the bastard.
“It's called leading. Asking questions in a certain way to get the answer you want.” The seriousness lifted.
“Mmmm?” My eyes closed for a moment, still fully lost in the afterglow of what she just did to me. I didn’t want to think about her question. I didn’t want to think about a scenario where I wasn't waking up next to her. Where she wasn't wrapping those plump lips around my cock at thirty-five thousand feet. Where she wasn’t mine. “And, what is it you want, Counselor?”
“I want you to tell me it won’t happen.” Apprehension slipped into her voice. The sound nearly broke me, bringing back the memories of her voice the night we argued. I never wanted to hear it again.
I lifted her chin, and her eyes met mine. “This is endgame, Sloan. I wouldn’t have started this if it wasn’t.”
She brought me to my knees in every way, even when she was on hers.
CHAPTER38
Sloan
After coming back from Brussels, I was distracted in the best way.
I found myself daydreaming about my boyfriend, then giggling to myself at the idea that Marcus was my boyfriend. That conversation was quick and painless. He wasn’t going to share and neither was I.
“Amari?” I was shaken from a particularly sultry memory of Marcus cornering me in the kitchen this morning.
It was Van Der Baun. He looked angry. Or happy? I couldn’t tell.
“Amari,” he repeated, and invited himself into my office, taking a seat in front of my desk. “Why can’t we get the Burton deal done sooner?”
“Regulators have their timeline. We have ours.” I sat at my desk and leaned back instead of sitting up attentively. Watching powerful men my whole life, I had picked up a thing or two. “We push and they dig in their heels. We don’t need that kind of scrutiny.”
He didn’t say anything, and his eyes narrowed for a moment. “You and Astor have been instrumental in these past couple of months.”
That was his way of accepting my terms.
