Goosebumps break out over her ass and down her legs as she shivers, and if I wanted to, I’m sure I could get off simply watching her reactions. If only I weren’t so fucking desperate to fill her with my cum and eventually my child.
Her tongue darts out to wet her lips before she looks across the room at the couch and armchairs where I often sit with the others when we have things to talk about here in the office. It takes me a second, but once I see them, I’m not sure how I missed them. Bright red, they sit near her coat, balled up.
I raise a brow at her in question, and the color on her face deepens until she nearly matches them.
“They were soaked, and lace is uncomfortable when it’s wet,” she murmurs as she squirms under my gaze.
I roll my chair toward her, tapping my shoe on one ankle and then the other. She doesn’t hesitate to open for me, and the way she listens and wants to please goes right to my cock. I reach out and palm the beautiful milky globe of her ass before letting my hand venture lower. I don’t even reach her pussy before I feel just how wet she is; her thighs are soaked, and I can’t resist the urge to taste her.
Why would I want to when she tastes like heaven?
She whimpers, and I feel the muscles in her thighs tense as I flick my tongue through her wetness, groaning as the intoxicating flavor of her explodes in my mouth.
Pulling back, I continue my path up her legs with my hand and sink two fingers deep inside of her and feel her walls flutter around them.
“You will not come until I tell you that you can.” I remain still but release my hold on my cock as I push to stand, bending over her, letting her feel my hard length pressed against her ass.
“Understood?”
She quickly nods before remembering herself.
“Yes, sir,” she croaks, and I begin to move.
Iworked at the club last night and was fucking miserable the whole time. I love the club, just like I love the restaurant, but working overnight has seriously lost its appeal. It doesn’t help that Alex made sure to keep me in the loop with just how wonderfully his night was going.
The asshole.
I sat up in the office and ended up jerking off twice to the pictures. It was hot as fuck but not at all as good as the real thing. I’d spent most of my time in the office when I wasn’t checking in with staff or helping at the bar during the biggest rushes, but even that wasn’t what it used to be.
Women and men alike tried to get my attention, bought me drinks, or asked me to dance. Some who were a little more confident offered sex or even a blow job in the bathroom. A few months ago, I would have jumped at the chance. I’d had so many blow jobs all over this damn bar, but now the idea of anyone but Kat with their mouth on my cock makes me feel like I need to shower.
I’m well and truly pussy-whipped, and I’m not even upset about it.
Pussy-whipped might not be the right name for it, though, because it’s more than just sex with Kat. I’ve never felt like this before, not even with Natasha, and for a while there, I thought she was my fucking soulmate. I was devastated when she left, but if she showed back up right now, I probably wouldn’t even recognize her.
Love.
I’m pretty sure I’m in love with Kat.
Damn.
The night drags, eventually turning to day, and I wrap up. Helping with the cleanup, then taking stock and placing this month's order. It’s not something we have to do. I know our managers can handle it, but we haven’t been as present the last few weeks when everything hit the fan, and I feel like being around helps business.
That’s a lot of how my father and Alex built their name; they were, and still are, involved.
I regret the decision as soon as I get home and find out that Kat isn’t here.
I’d looked forward to spending time with her all night, even if just to cuddle up and watch one of those princess movies with her and Addy.
“Why is she at the office?” I ask Alex as I collapse onto the couch opposite his favorite armchair.
“She might have finally caught on to his…tastes.”
What?
The confusion must be clear on my face because he rolls his eyes and tosses his phone onto the coffee table that sits between us.
I see the picture even before I grab it, and damn, that’s a sight.
