“I should have bitten your cock off.”
I push back and lean down, looking at her. “Jesus. For the last goddamn time, we weren’t dating, Marlowe. I never did anything with her and youat the same time.Could I have not ghosted you? Sure, if I wanted to ruin the operation I was running. I kissed her because she was my ‘in.’ I never did anything else and almost fucked up that job because of you. I wanted to come back, to see you, but then you had to go all psycho jealous lady and have me arrested.”
Her eyes fly open wide. “You…”
She makes a soft sound, and I should be understanding, but I’m not. I’m half crazed, and I grab her, and pull her so she’s face first on my dick.
Then I push the chair back in.
“You’re not getting up until I shoot my hot cum down your throat.”
“I hate you so much.”
“Feeling’s mutual. You bit me.” I shudder as she licks me again, running her lips up and down my dick so hard it hurts. She then sucks me back into her mouth. I can feel the stretch of her lips, that hot wet space is perfection, and she bobs on me, taking me deep.
It’s rhythmic, like a hot little wave that sucks just for me. The analogy is crap,but I’m at the very edge and I can’t think like a normal person.
“Dec, what the fuck are you doing in here?” I freeze, and so does the redhead under the desk.
I’m halfway down her throat.
“Sitting?”
Cal walks into the office, points to the purse, and rolls his eyes. “What did Milo want? I saw him leave the room.”
She starts to move again, sucking slow and hard and moving in deliberate and agonizing movements that are just the right level of too drawn out so I’m dangling over the brink of carnal explosion and going nowhere.
My balls climb high, sparks igniting in my groin. I need more. But I really don’t want to come in front of my brother, even though he won’t see.
Pleasure and pain shoot through me like lasers, the pressure in my balls and dick too much and not enough.
Cal asked a question.
“He said he’stalk?—”
“With me? Already did. We should be square. What did he want from you?”
“Help in finding his brother,” I push out. “Dead, I imagine, or alive.”
“No doubt he’d prefer breathing.”
“I think—” I rasp, gripping the edge of the desk. Fuck me… “I think he wants that police-issued gun. As well as his brother. I think that’s why he was in Maspeth.”
“That seemed clear,” Cal says like an annoying brother who’s prolonging my agony deliberately because he fucking knows who’s under the desk, even if he can’t see her.
No doubt she’s turned on by that, too.
“Main…main reason.”
Oh damn,she’s sucked me all the way in, her hand clamped around my balls, rolling them as she works me over.
“I see. I’ll talk to Roark if Tor doesn’t find anything on the gun.” He stares at me a moment, lifting an eyebrow. And I’m pretty fucking sure he’s lingering deliberately. “And Dec?”
“Y-yes?”
“Finish up fast, yeah? I want to get out of here.”
I don’t care that he leaves the door open when he leaves. I shoot back in the chair, dragging her with me, and I hook my hand at the back of her head, burying my fingers in her hair as I hammer into her throat. And then with a cry I can’t control, I come, filling her throat and mouth.
