Oh god, I don’t know if I can do this.
“Ah, you’re back, Chase,” Fergus rumbles. “I thought we’d lost you.”
“Sorry.” His tongue flicks again, leaving a shock of sensation. “There was something I needed to handle before it got out of control.”
His eyes burn a deliberate path down my body.
“Something I need to get on top of. And tie down.”
With one fluid motion, he slips the tie from around his neck, looping it around my wrists before I can react.
My back arches instinctively, my bound hands pressing into the small of my back, breasts thrust forward, helpless beneath his mouth. He rewards me with a slow, circling flick of his tongue, a teasing graze of his teeth. His palm clamps over my mouth as a whimper builds in my throat.
“As I was saying,” Fergus’s drones through the speaker, “we’re forecasting a sharp decline unless we move quickly. The crypto exposure is bleeding them out, and their hedging strategy isn’t holding.”
Chase’s focus strays lower as he stands over me like a proud conqueror.
His mouth finds the sensitive skin of my inner thigh, pressing a lingering kiss.
Every touch is a slow torture. The thrill amplified by my bound wrists and the struggle to remain silent. His lips skim the curve of my throat, then the shell of my ear. His breath in my ear is a hushed promise. “Unless you want the senior exec team to hear you come, keep this pretty mouth shut. Or maybe you’d like me to turn the camera on and show them how you love to be spread out on my desk.”
I. Can’t. Breathe.
This is obscene. My entire body quivers as his tongue curls inside my pussy, plunging deep before retreating just as fast to turn back to his phone, his composure entirely unshaken.
“If their liquidity is that compromised,” Chase says smoothly, thumbs pressing into my inner thighs, teasing me apart, “we need to determine if this is mismanagement—or if someone’s positioning for a run.”
I bite my lip so hard I taste blood when his thumb ghosts over my clit, his dark eyes feasting on every tremor of torment, every helpless shudder.
His gaze flicks to my mouth, something primal flickering when he spots the crimson stain. As he drags his thumb over my lips, smearing the coppery tang, his iron-clad control quivers—then fractures. A quiet growl vibrates through his chest as he licks the blood away, his tongue sweeping over the sting before deepening the kiss.
With each stroke of my tongue against his, I sense it happening—his restraint fraying like an exposed wire, ensnared by the taste of me and the feel of my body, I sink my teeth into his bottom lip, dragging my tongue over the sting in a deliberate tease before trailing my mouth to his ear, my voice a sultry whisper.
“I don’t want your tongue, Chase.” I tsk, urging him to break. I lift the heel of my shoe and rub it over his hard length until his eyes roll. “This is what I need.”
His body goes rigid
And then—his control snaps.
So completely. So violently.
Like a lightning strike splitting the night sky in two.
In one desperate motion, he yanks at his belt, the metal clinking as it falls away.
“I have to go now,” he grits out, voice wrecked, fisting his cock.
“An urgent matter has come up. I need to deal with immediately.”
He doesn’t wait for a response.
The call ends.
I gasp as he drags me toward him with a sharp pull, wrapping my thighs around his hips, his pupils blown so wide, they are a frightening shade of black.
And then, with a feral growl that I feel deep in my core, he slams into me in one hard thrust.
An orgasm thunders through me almost instantly as my hips rock to meet his punishing strokes. He fucks me without mercy, his teeth grazing my lips, the taste of my blood driving him wild.
