“You said a lot on the phone this morning.”
“Hmm?” he responds, only half-listening.
I just need to check,” I begin as I grab my purse. I pull out lacy bikini panties and hold them up for him to see. “Should I put these back on?”
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Axel
My blood roars in my ears while the rest rush to my quickly stiffening cock. I was beyond happy to see her. Heaven’s appearance brightened my day from shit to extremely promising. She looks beautiful. So beautiful that I wanted to claim her on the spot, but I couldn’t do that with my employees watching. I vowed to keep my hands to myself until after dinner. I didn’t want to be the asshole who stuck his dick inside of her on sight.
Yes, sex is a highly motivating factor to see her, but it’s not the only reason I’d missed her. I like talking to her. I watch the lace gently swing on the tip of her finger as if it’s trying to hypnotize me. She doesn’t play fair. I can’t resist her, knowing she’s naked underneath her dress, and she knows it. I push away from my desk with enough force to knock over my chair.
Her chocolate eyes caress my cock as it pokes against my slacks. My heart is pounding fast, and my breathing is harsh. I unbutton my shirt with shaky hands.
“Prove it,” I bite out.
The left side of her mouth tips up as Heaven hikes up her long dress, slowly. Each inch revealing more of the smooth skin of her cinnamon-brown legs. She pauses at the top of her thighs right before revealing the very part of her that has my dick aching. I situate my shirt on my desk neatly. Then, I start to unbuckle my belt, my eyes never leaving hers.
“We’re down to twenty minutes,” I say moving in front of her.
Heaven nods and lifts her skirt those last glorious inches. I moan at the sight of her completely bare pussy. Up until yesterday, I was looking for this woman. My sadness was beginning to encompass me. I’ve never been plagued with memories of women I’d previously slept with so long after. Not even the women I thought I loved. Yesterday, she was a fantasy. Today, she’s here in my space, hijacking my thoughts, replacing all my business woes with white-hot lust.
Within ten minutes, she’d taken me through more emotions than I felt in months. I grab her exposed hips and pull her into a kiss. It’s hungry and impatient. She moans when I suck on her bottom lip. I slide my hands from her hips to squeeze her bare ass—my third favorite part of her body. Heaven’s hand snakes between us, unbuttoning and unzipping my pants with ninja-like precision. She has my pants and boxer briefs around my ankles by the time she pushes me onto one of my guest chairs. My stomach flips with excitement. She wants me just as much as I want her. She straddles my legs with her dress bunched up at her waist.
“Where’s my heart?” I tease as I stroke the smooth skin with my thumb.
Heaven shoots me one of her signature ‘fuck you’ looks before she rubs my tip against her wet slit. I moan as she slowly lowers herself onto my rigid flesh. She feels fantastic. Each inch makes every week apart worth it. She’s teasing me, raising her hips a little instead of impaling herself completely. I grunt my displeasure. My fingers dig into her ass. I thrust up hard as I pull her the rest of the way down.
“Ahh-uh!” she moans her pleasure aloud as she throws her head back.
“Fifteen minutes,” I growl against her neck as my nails graze her skin. I move them to her shoulders, sliding off her straps to release my long-lost friends. I’m pleased to find no trace of a bra, just free tits for my pleasure. “My second favorite part of your body…” I murmur before sucking a chocolate nipple into my mouth.
“Second?” she moans. “What’s first? You…better…say…my brain.” She threatens between sighs.
What-the-fuck-ever. My brain isn’t programmed to say anything like that while she grinds against me, her wet center pulling me in—gripping me for all it’s worth. I shudder with each rub of our skin.
“No,” I manage between huffs. Our pace is ravenous. Her nails bite my flesh as she grinds harder.
I vacate her breasts, I have plenty of time to feast on them later. I need to get both of us off now. My hands fly back to her hips. My eyes lock with her sex glazed ones.
“I’ll give you a hint though.” I thrust up into her hard. She shivers and yells.
I reclaim her mouth to quiet her, but I’m sure my employees have heardsomethingsince we’ve started going at it. I don’t care. I need to cum inside of her, more than I need my next million. I lean back in the chair and spread my legs, giving myself the space to control the pace. I’ve also gone deeper than I was before. Heaven moans her appreciation. I feel her tighten around me. She’s wetter. She’s close—so am I. I give her everything I can in our limited space. I start thumbing her clit while continuing to control her with one hand. I release her lips and nip at her neck and shoulder.
My balls tighten when she whimpers. I know that whimper. It’s the I’m-about-to-cum whimper. I live for that whimper.
“Don’t scream, baby. Take it like a pro,” I grit out. I’m so close I see spots. Heaven dips her head and sinks her teeth into the crook of my neck as she comes hard. Her muted moan is one of the most erotic things I’ve ever heard. Her moans and her spasming body-gripping me in the most delicious way is all I need to push me over the edge.
Heaven’s hand shoots up and covers my mouth as my release shoots through me and into her. We sit there dazed and entwined until we consider our location. We clean up and redress epically fast. It pains me to watch her cover her breast and slide into her underwear. It is necessary. I would not be able to function knowing Paulo took her away bare assed.
I pull her into another deep kiss until we’re breathless. “Get some rest because you have a long night ahead of you.” I swat her ass to punctuate my statement.
I open the door as her dark chocolate eyes glimmer with naughty intent. I wink at her then notice an unnatural quiet hanging in my office. They know. There is no way they don’t, our hair is different—her once flowing locks are now in a limp ponytail and my hair is now up in a bun at the top of my head. Our skin is flushed, and our eyes are wild, and the wrinkles of Heaven’s dress are indicative of having it bunched around her waist. Best twenty minutes ever.
I lace my fingers in hers and walk her down our walk of shame, except, neither one of us is ashamed. We want more. The last few hours I have left today feel like a week, but I must get these meetings done. We collect her luggage, jump on the elevator, and make it outside in minutes. I steal a few kisses on the elevator then one more before I put her in the car.
Another unnatural hush greets me when I return. My brain suddenly switches back to business pre-Heaven.
