This man made me feel so good.
As I approached, he started toward the door but then stopped abruptly.
“However, there is one thing I need,” he said, his voice dropping an octave as he turned back to face me.
I stared up into those fascinating golden eyes, waiting for him to continue. He moved forward, forcing me to take a step back. When he closed the door behind him, those riotous butterflies took flight in my belly.
It took tremendous effort, but I managed to stand my ground as he closed the distance between us, cupped my cheek, then leaned in and kissed me. Hard.
There was nothing subtle about this kiss. No gentle probing or exploratory swipes of his tongue Unlike last night, I knew exactly what was on Mr. Snowden’s mind. He was as desperate and as eager as I was.
“I’m counting down the minutes until dinner is over,” he mumbled against my lips.
“As am I.”
He groaned, then jerked me to him, crushing his lips to mine and thrusting his tongue into my mouth. The man kissed like his lips and tongue were specifically created just to move against mine. There was nothing sloppy or lazy about the way he made love to my mouth, and warmth soon pooled between my legs.
At this rate, I wasn’t sure I was going to make it through dinner.
Eighteen
JUSTIN
MANAGERS’ MEETINGS AND DINNERS WITH clients were about the only interruption to my regular workweek that I didn’t mind. Traveling and interviews… Although they were a necessary evil, they weren’t my favorite things in the world. I was the type who liked to keep to a routine, even if that wasn’t the norm for me. Not at this point in my life, anyway.
However, I was far more motivated than I had been in the past to get some people in place to increase our reach. Not only to benefit the firm but also to potentially lessen the amount of time we were spending in the office. Ben and I worked in excess of sixty hours a week, much of that spent out of town several times a month. In recent months, I’d witnessed Landon and Langston putting in fewer hours. They weren’t doing less work; they were merely being more productive in an effort to spend time with Luci.
I wanted that for Ben and me.
The company was doing phenomenally well overall, but as far as I was concerned, there was always room for improvement. I didn’t necessarily believe we all had to work our fingers to the bone to make that happen. Back in the beginning, it had been a necessity, but not anymore.
And that was the reason I’d spent the better part of the day meeting with two potential new employees, neither of whom I had any intention of hiring. Not after talking to them. The interviews had gone relatively well, but I hadn’t experienced the spark I was hoping to. Bringing Greg on board would be ideal, but after giving it some thought, I knew he would benefit Ben the most because of his experience in the technology space. Personally, I was looking forward to meeting with Zeke. And, of course, Jane. But those weren’t until later in the week. Right now, I was looking forward to some mundane dinner conversation with people I knew and understood.
Perhaps that was because I was in public relations and my desire to build relationships with those I worked with was strong. Or maybe it was because I genuinely enjoyed getting to know the people who paid us to perform for them. Either way, I was almost inclined to say that I looked forward to these dinner meetings. Good thing, too, since they were becoming more routine.
Since Luci had been handling all the prep work and coming up with suggestions for these interactions, it had become immensely easier to sit back and relax, talk to those people I didn’t get the opportunity to talk with every day.
Yet even though I was surrounded by people and there were plenty of things to talk about, I was battling a restless energy I hadn’t felt in a really long time.
I assumed a lot of it had to do with Addison and Ben and the fact that my attention frequently found its way to them. At one point today, I’d managed to completely tune out one of my managers who had called to talk about an issue because I’d noticed Ben, Luci, and Addison talking outside my office, smiling and laughing at some story Addison was telling.
It hadn’t been jealousy that caught me off guard. Rather desire and an inherent need to spend more time with them, to soak up some of their positivity and listen to Addison’s deep, throaty laugh when she completely let herself go.
Well, that and to get them both naked.
This morning’s punishment session weighed heavily on my mind, a constant reminder that I was anticipating a different form of interaction with the sexy submissive. Perhaps this time I’d get the opportunity to watch her and Ben together, more so than the brief amount of time earlier. I could still see Addison stroking Ben’s cock, her pale fingers sliding up and down his dark shaft… Fucking hell.
