Dammit, Cash.But also,Thanks, brother.
“You’ve got about a minute to change your mind. After that, you’ll be stuck under there until my meeting is done.”
She arches a victorious brow. “Are you asking me to go?”
“No, baby.” I wink and relish the pink that colors her cheeks. “I’m telling you to be quiet and get to work.”
With all the sass my bratty vixen can muster, she bats those thick lashes and expels the perfect response. “Well, you are the boss.”
My dick jumps again. Axel is going to lose his goddamn mind.No, I got this. I can handle it. We’re good.
She rolls my waistband down, her lips popping open as she scrutinizes my piercings and the leaking head. Without hesitation, she coils her hand around my shaft. Her silky touch sends a ripple of thrill up my spine. I’m salivating from nothing more than her gentle fingers, but it’s already heavenly.
She grazes the six captive bead rings that form a ladder with her thumb, and I don’t have to ask her if she likes it. Her eyes say it all. And for some reason, I’ve never felt more gratified in my life. Earning any type of accolade from Tessa is like a drug. One I’d gladly OD on over and over again.
She leans up to gather a droplet of precum on the tip of her tongue, and a growl rips from my chest. She actually fucking did it.
“Christ, Tess, I—”
My computer rings with the incoming call, and I can barely remember the guy’s name. I want to blow it off and lean into her mouth on me, but I can’t. I owe this to Ryker so he can get some time with his family.
“You’re okay, sweet girl.” I drag my knuckles down her cheek, enamored by the beauty before me and the amorous glint in herfeatures. “Don’t do anything you don’t want to. But if you should decide to wrap those plump lips around my cock, keep your moans muted for me. Our secret, okay?”
She nods, pumping my length as I answer the call.
My screen fills with Vincent Lund in an office that vomited dark mahogany.
“Thank you for meeting with me, Mr. Noire—”
“Please call me Maddox.” I shoo away his formality with one hand while my other remains under my desk, petting Tessa’s hair. “There are too many Mr. Noires around here.”
He chuckles, his jowls quaking with levity. “Well, from where I’m sitting, there are just the right amount. I am hoping that all those Noire associations can help me out.”
Tessa’s grip is firm, her tempo steady, but she’s taking it easy, aiming for distracting rather than obliterating. I appreciate that. And so far, I’m balancing this call with all the poise expected of me. I’m not sure why I had any hesitation. This is an epic moment, one that belongs in a history book. The kind you’d read when doing research in a smutty library, I suppose.
“Of course.” I smile—one part reassuring, one part demented, just to keep him in line. “Axel mentioned you had a concern about missing funds.”
“Yes,” he sighs. “One million.”
“That’s a lot of change to lose. How can I help? Do you have any serial numbers?”
“Well … it’s rather complicated.” He scratches his dyed chestnut beard, deliberating what he’s ready to share. “We do have some serial numbers. I’ll get those to you, but it’s a lot more than missing money. The loss has an associate, who I certainly do not want trouble with, believing I retaliated against them.”
Ahh. Now we’re getting to it. He wants protection.
I pause long enough for him to believe I’m considering whether or not I’m willing to insert myself into a feud. It alsoaffords me a beat to soak in Tessa’s mouth. She’s escalated to more aggressive teasing. Her tongue circling the head. I might be a bigger fan of meetings than I originally thought.
This is every erotic secretary fantasy I didn’t even know I had come to life.
Focusing back on Mr. Lund, I roll my lips in and narrow my eyes in that contemplative way that makes a person feel heard. “I understand the need to keep these things quiet, but the more information you can give me, the better chance I have of helping you get to the bottom of whatever the hell is going on. Would you mind telling me who the associate is?”
I am fucking nailing this—naughty temptress sucking me off and a member who will report to Axel that I handled this meeting with the utmost professionalism.
Mr. Lund clears his throat, hesitating in a way that warns me the name he’s going to divulge is of the mean-motherfucker variety. “Dimitri Makarov.”
“Fuck,”I hiss, straightening in my seat, my hips jolting forward from the shock of hearing the one name that makes my bones quiver.
But at the same moment those shock waves ripple through me, so does a zing from my balls drawing up because I accidentally forced my cock deeper into Tessa’s mouth. She hollows out her cheeks, her seawater blues sparkling with evil triumph. If this is her vision of winning, I’m all for it, but I can’t seem to bask in it because anything involving Makarov could lead to a goddamn death sentence for me. This is why he’s visiting to talk about his son, like Bernard warned me. It’s about as bad as this call could have possibly gone. I need to stay calm and figure this out.
