Why was I not tying up my heart and locking it up instead of letting it run around fluttering with excitement every time Jonah told me how much he wanted me?
My body, I reminded my silly, foolish heart. He only wanted my body.
I knew that look. If I wanted to get back to my next meeting with Rafael at 4:30, I needed to go.
“Too late,” Jonah said, bending his head to take my nipples in his mouth, his wet tongue flicking me while my head dipped back in pleasurable agony. “You’re going to have to skip this meeting,” he muttered against my breath.
“B-but,” I spluttered.
“You promised,” he said, darkly. “To come when I call.”
“You’ve already orgasmed,” I said. “And had me orgasm multiple times already in the past half an hour.”
“That doesn’t mean I’m done with you,” he said. “You’re mine, remember?” he toyed with my waist, his fingers running up and down my thigh.
I ran my hands through his hair as his head dipped and bobbed at my chest, suckling and occasionally clamping down at my breasts. “But you’ll have to skip your meeting too. I seem to remember Kacie informing you that you have a 4:30 p.m. meeting as well.”
I didn’t miss the smile against my breasts, and my eyes flew open horrified, while my hand stilled on his neck. “No,” I breathed, just as Jonah said, “Oh yes.”
“Oh no,” I said, but of course, there was no fighting it.
He held me flush against his chest just as a knock sounded on the door.
“Stay there,” he warned the person outside the door before he looked at me. My eyes crashed into his, before I pleaded with him silently for my clothes.
“You need to earn it first,” he teased, running his fingers up and down my arm. His cock was hardening again, and a voice came in from across the door.
“Tom Mead has just arrived. Should I ask him to wait in the meeting room?” Kacie asked.
“Yes,” he said, eyeing me. He let me go, only a little bit, “Grab your blouse.” I eased out of his grip to reach for it. Even if he wasn’t letting me reach for my bra, the black blouse was coverage enough.
I made to pull it on me, but Jonah stopped it. “Stuff it in your mouth,” he said, just as I glared at him.
“Now.”
The words were low, but stern. I couldn’t do anything but follow them.
He reached for his phone, turning the speakerphone on. “Kacie, I’ll take this meeting on the phone, and I’ll go first. Tom can join later.”
I heard the shock in Kacie’s voice when she responded. “But Dyla?—”
“Now, Kacie.”
She fell silent.
Jonah turned to me, muting the phone, “Turn around princess,” he drawled, pointing to the space on his desk. “And I want your skirt off.”
His tone brooked no arguments. Shit. The HR person and someone about to be fired on the phone with us? Was Jonah messing with me?
I lay on the table, and watched as Jonah smiled at me. “Spread your legs, princess. It’s time I feast on your needy cunt.”
I shook my head, mortified, and trying to shut my legs, just as he knelt down on the ground, and gazed at my pussy. He shook his head ruefully, before taking his tie off. “Beautiful,” was all he said before he pulled me to the edge of the table, and brought his head down on my pussy.
My body trembled at the first searing hot touch of his wet tongue on my heated body, before pleasure took over. Wave after wave, while he lapped my pussy, going from my opening up to my swollen clit.
I gasped, my lips parting and my mouth staying open as I tried to grab hold of reality, anything really, while this man plundered my core. I sucked in a sharp breath, no words spilling out at the delicious feeling when Jonah slipped one finger inside me.
This was it. I couldn’t experience anything else that could be better.
