“I want to pull you deep into my mouth.” She continued to torture him with her hand, with her words. “I want to feel you bump against the back of my throat. I want to rub my tongue along the base of your cock and then lick up your entire length.”
“Jesus,” he wheezed.
With her free hand, she reached down into his boxer briefs to cup his balls. Then, with another little nip at the skin over his pulse-point, she used her nails to softly scrape along his scrotum.
He nearly lost it.
His hands were back inside the waistband of her borrowed joggers, ready to shove them down her legs and take her, fuck her, make herhiswhen the sound of the wall rumbling on its tracks stopped him cold.
“Cockwaffle,” she rasped. “Talk about bad timing.”
He whimpered when she removed her hands from his underwear. And it took him a full five seconds to gather enough of his wits to tuck the tip of his dick back into his boxer briefs and do up his fly.
The light of the cell phone showed the knowing smile on her face. “Don’t worry. We’ll pick up right where we left off.” And then she punctuated her promise with a saucy wink.
When the wall completed its journey and the shop came into view, he still wasn’t in complete control of himself. He used the excuse of bending to retrieve his cell phone to give himself a couple more seconds before facing his coworkers.
Er…rather,onecoworker.
Only Eliza stood on the other side of the opening.
BKI’s Girl Friday took one look at him then blinked over at Hannah. “Should I…” She cleared her throat. “Should I reclose the wall and let you guys finish?”
Yes!he wanted to thunder. Unfortunately, there were more important matters to deal with than easing the ache in his balls.
“What did the feds—”Whoa.Was that his voice? It sounded like he’d been eating gravel. He tried again. “What did the feds hafta say?”
Better. Still rough and ragged. But better.
Eliza gave them a rundown of the conversation she and Fisher had had with the FBI agents as she reclosed the entrance to the Bat Cave and motioned for them to follow her upstairs. By the time he retook his seat at the conference table, he thought he had himself in hand.
Then Hannah reached over from the chair beside him, placing her hand high on his thigh so high that her pinky finger brushed the base of his dick, and he had to bite his tongue to keep from whimpering again.
When it came to Hannah Blue, the more he tried to hide his lust, the louder it roared inside him.
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Sam just made mecum.Samjust made me cum. Sam just mademecum.
No matter how she emphasized the thought, Hannah couldn’t make it sound like reality.
But it’d happened.Oh manhad it.
And it was so much better than her fantasies.
Turned out her imagination—though exceptional—had failed to match the reality of Samuel Harwood. The hungriness of his kisses. The sexiness of his whispered instructions. The absoluteexpertiseof his hands.
The man hadskillz. Mad ones.
She was so lost in her memories, she didn’t realize she’d skated her hand up until she was cupping his length beneath the table. She was only pulled back to reality when he threaded his fingers through hers to place her hand back on his thigh.
Glancing at his face, she was gratified to find his nostrils flared with desire and a deep flush staining his cheeks.
Sam wants me. ME! Hannah Blue!
She was tempted to hop on the table and do a victory dance that started with The Carlton and ended with some Nae Nae. She might’ve thrown caution—and any sense of decorum—to the wind and done exactly that if he hadn’t flicked her a quick look, his ocean-blue eyes telling her two things. One, you’re driving me crazy. And two, pay attention.
Right.
