“Frosting!” I gasp. “She’s making a cake. I don’t know if you saw it.”
“I did.” Christine tilts her head to the side. “And I can’t wait to try it.”
I chuckle, ignoring the soft sensation of Evie’s lips wrapping around my tip. I’m done for. “It’s been nice to have you around.” Sort of. “I finally have someone else to help me eat everything she bakes.”
“Well, I’m happy to help.” She leans in the doorway, too comfortable for my liking. “Are you done with your meetings?”
Evie is getting bold. She sucks me, her tongue swirling around my head. I’m lucky she isn’t making a sound, but if she isn’t careful, I’m the one who will give us away. A whimper gets caught in the back of my throat.
“You seem tired,” Christine adds.
“No time to rest yet,” I say. “I have one more meeting, and I still have to—to prepare for it.”
It’s a hint, and I pray she’ll take it.
“Ah. I’ll leave you to it, then.” She finally looks like she’s going to leave.
Evie doesn’t let up. She strokes my saliva-coated cock, with my head still resting in her perfect mouth.
“I’ll come find you after!” My voice is high-pitched, seconds from combusting when the door finally shuts.
I push my chair back and tangle my fist in Evie’s hair, forcing her mouth off my length.
“You fucking brat,” I say between gritted teeth.
“What?” She smiles at me, sweet, innocent—but I know sheisn’t. Evie knows precisely what she’s doing. “I’m having fun.”
The smile on her face is worth the torture. It’s the happiest she’s looked in days, all too pleased with herself, her eyes sparkling with glee. If she wants to play this game, I can, too—and I don’t think she realizes. Not yet.
She will once I’m done with her.
We’re not supposed to do this anymore, but I don’t care.
“No more fun for you.” My nostrils flare, and I dig my fingers into her thighs. “Underwear off. Now.”
She does as I ask. I take the fabric from her, holding it in my tight fist.
“Good job listening, but what do we say?” I tut.
“Yes, sir.” She’s still smiling.
“Dress off. Now.”
“Yes, sir.”
My eyes rake over her body. It’s the first real glimpse I’ve gotten of her nude form—of her soft hips and thighs, and of her perky breasts. I grip her underwear tighter, trying to decide what to do with her.
“You don’t come until I say so,” I growl. “Understood?”
“Understood, sir.” She sits on the edge of my desk and fixes me with a taunting stare.
I roll forward. “And you don’t make a sound. She can’t hear us. Nod if you understand.”
She nods.
“Open your mouth.”
Evie opens her mouth, her tongue flat, as if she expects me to fill it.
