“No, let me. You deserve it.”
“I do?” He moaned when she crouched in front of him and took his dick between her lips. In a darkened hotel conference room anyone could walk into?Jesus.“Oh, I do.” He watched her bob over him, pulled back her hair to see her more clearly, then started fucking her mouth.
His personal fantasy come to life.
She closed her eyes, her lashes thick shadows on her cheeks as she blew him. And fuck, those ripe lips sure the hell hugged him in all the right ways. Ready to come, and from a few tugs of her mouth. She stroked him with her tongue, and he jerked.
Zoe gave a low moan.
“Not yet,” he whispered, more to himself than to her. He stopped her with a hand to her shoulder, then pulled out. “Turn around and bend over.”
She licked her lips and looked up at him. So damn sexy. Smiling, she rose and slowly pulled her tight skirt up over her hips, exposing that perfect ass.
He prodded her to step away from the wall and bend over, then widened her stance. With her skirt around her waist, she had more room to move.
And after shoving down his pants and underwear, so did he.
Gavin was breathing hard, trying to be quiet, and so turned on it hurt. “You ready for me, baby?” he whispered as he prodded her pussy from behind.
So hot. He pushed, slowly, and had no trouble sliding inside her. “Touch yourself. Get off when I fill you up,” he ordered.
She reached down, pleasuring herself.
“Stroke that tight little clit,” he growled. “Harder.”
Gavin fucked her. Rapid strokes in and out as he pumped into his lover. Her breathing grew choppy, her tiny moans louder.
“Shh. Quiet, Mistress, or someone will hear us. You ready to come, baby? Because I’m just about there.”
“Yes, yes,” she hissed and rocked back, slamming into him. And then she must have come, because her body clamped down hard, and she shuddered.
Gavin had reached his end. “Fuck.” He gripped her hips tight while he came, the climax stretching out while he gave her everything he had. He couldn’t have said why he was so shaken, but when he withdrew from her, he felt unsteady.
She took the napkin he’d settled over the champagne glass and wiped herself, not looking at him. Zoe stepped back into her panties, straightening her skirt and clothes, then flipped her hair back.
She looked like a siren, her lips shiny, her eyes sparkling, smiling, bathed in the faint red light from above.
He just stared at her, bemused.
“Here. Let me tuck you in.” She gently put his cock back into his underwear, swiped a finger through his slit, then licked it.
“Zoe.” He kissed her while she set the rest of his clothes to rights. When he pulled back, he continued to stare down at her, unable to look away.
“Gavin?”
“Yes?” he answered, his voice as hushed as hers.
“I love you.” Her eyes widened, as if surprising herself. “You don’t have to say it back. I just wanted you to know.”
Then, before he could even think of how to respond, she pushed open the door and left him alone with a dozen empty tables and chairs in the darkened room. Just a glass of champagne, a cup of punch, and a dirty napkin for company.
* * *
Gavin didn’t say much to Zoe on the ride back to her house after the party. She didn’t know if she’d freaked him out or what, but she’d had to tell him. She couldn’t keep it in any longer. He’d been so patient, so great about coming with her to a work party. No complaints, no acting wounded or jealous surrounded by a bunch of pompous doctors and heads of departments. Just a sweetheart who supported her. Had she said the word, she knew he really would have put Garrison’s head through the wall.
But now, in the privacy of her home, she didn’t know if she’d done the wrong thing.
“Are you okay?” she asked him.
