Colten sets himself up on the other side of the desk, plugging in his laptop and typing out a handful of messages on his phone before he looks over at me, catching me staring.
“I’m sorry you’re spending the day here instead of at the apartment. I just can’t have you so far away right now.”
“I know, and it was probably time for me to get out of the house. At least here I’m safe.”
He watches me over the top of the laptop for another beat before he nods. “I have a few phone meetings this morning, but we should be the only people in the office today. There are some snacks in the kitchen, and we’ll order in for lunch whenever you’re ready.”
I stare at him for a moment. Why on earth did we have to come in if he doesn’t have any face-to-face meetings?
Before I get a chance to ask, his phone rings, and he switches into work mode before my eyes.
The Colten I get and the Colten the rest of the world gets are completely different people, and not for the first time, I catch myself watching him as he negotiates a deal with a chain of laundromats to launder money.
He thinks he’s not cut out for being the boss, but he’s better at it than he thinks he is, and there’s a good reason he’s the only person Cruz trusts to hold down the fort while he’s away.
When I’ve well and truly crossed into creepy stalker territory, I pull my phone from my bag and start doing some photo editing.
I don’t edit or filter my body at all, because although the stretch marks that appeared on my hips and the inside of my thighs in my adolescent years used to bother me, I’m now of the opinion that they’re part of what makes me beautiful.
I get lost in work, so it takes me a few minutes to notice the tapping before I finally look up to meet Colten’s eyes, mischief dancing in the green pools.
Once he has my attention, he motions for me to come around the desk, and I do as I’m told with hesitation. The day I told his online persona that I like to be dominated, I meant every word. Not that I’ve spent much time exploring that side of myself, but I want to. I really fucking want to.
Once I’m standing between his parted thighs, he motions toward the carpeted floor, and understanding washes over me.
I drag my bottom lip between my teeth and lower myself to my knees, never taking my eyes off his as he continues his meeting as if my mouth isn’t about to be full of his cock.
His eyes flick to the growing bulge in his pants, and I take the hint, quickly freeing him from his pants, and just like every time I see him, my thighs press together to ease the growing ache.
I was still feeling him two days after the first time we had sex, and staring at him now, I’m reminded exactly why.
My tongue darts across my lower lip, the idea of tasting him again turning me on far more than it probably should.
In college, my friends used to complain about how much they hated giving head, and although at the time I didn’t disagree with them, now that I know what it’s like to have Colten in my mouth, I am firmly on team blow jobs.
Another slight nod is all the permission I need to move closer and take his head between my lips, lapping at the slit for a few seconds before taking him deeper.
Colten drops his head back against the chair and uses his free hand to hold my head in place. He doesn’t want me to give him a blow job, he just wants me to warm his cock.
And somehow, that has the ache between my thighs intensifying to the point of insanity.
Something tells me this is the only reason he had to come into the office today, and you won’t find me complaining.
THIRTY-EIGHT
COLTEN
Ihaven’t been able to get this scene out of my mind since we first discussed it.
All week I’ve been able to avoid the office, and I could have continued that trend, but when I watched from a distance as Lexi took photos in skimpy leatherette lingerie, I decided it was a good day to play out a shared fantasy.
The doors to the office are locked, so there’s no possible way someone is walking in here while she’s on her knees between my thighs, but she doesn’t need to know that.
The risk of being caught is part of what will have her coming over and over before my day of meetings is over.
As I anticipated when we first discussed this particular scenario, I’m desperate to cover her pretty face with my cum, and it doesn’t seem to matter how much I reason with my cock about why that can’t happen, he’s not getting the memo.
Especially because Lexi’s sinful little tongue gently massages the underside of my cock while her head rests against my thigh. Her eyes closed a little while ago, and I can’t remember the last time I saw her look so at peace.
