“Well,just for the record,” he mimics in a mocking British accent, “everything I’ve done with you is completely on purpose.” As he deftly pulls the fabric to one side and slowly dips a finger inside me, watching as my mouth opens and chin lifts, he says, “I think you just couldn’t resist my charms.”
I laugh and moan at the same time, trying to stop my head from spinning. Trying to regain the high ground, I run my hand down his chest until I meet his straining trousers. I slip my hand in, watching as his dark eyes glaze over. I capture his mouth as it opens on a groan.
“Yeah, because I’m the one finding ithardto resist,” I reply. He lowers me on the desk, his muscles taut as he hovers just above my body. He runs his mouth down my neck, breasts, and navel before straightening and checking his watch.
“Somewhere to be?” I ask, looking over my heaving chest.
He looks distressed. “Give me one second.” He sits up onto his knees, legs on either side of my hips as he pulls his phone out of his trouser pockets and starts frantically typing. Thelines below his hips taut as his cock strains painfully against the fabric.
My brow furrows. “What are you doing?”
“Handing over my duties for tonight to Dom’s second assistant.” He presses the Call button and lifts the phone to his ear.
“Are you allowed to do that?” I ask, looking up at him through heavy lashes.
“Hey, man,” he says as I hear another deep voice down the receiver. “Yeah, everything’s fine.”
He smirks, giving me a mischievous look. “Can you take over for the rest of the night? There is an urgent matter I need to deal with.” His dark eyes glide over my bra.
Electricity tingles through my body—am I the urgent matter? I sit upright, my mouth meeting his navel. His stomach muscles jerk as I run my tongue over the trail of hair leading under his waistline.
“The car should be here in ninety minutes. Just make sure he doesn’t go AWOL this time; we don’t need a repeat of Rome.”
I look up at him sweetly, dragging his zipper down and kissing lower.
He closes his eyes for a second, sighing, then holds his hand over the receiver. “You’re making this a lot harder than it needs to be,” he says between his teeth.
“That’s the plan,” I say, rolling down his boxers until he springs out.
“Uh-huh,” he says down the phone, his voice strained as my tongue runs up his length and across the tip before I close my mouth over him, rolling my tongue. “Yeah, it’s scheduled for 2 p.m. tomorrow.”
After a few seconds, Oliver drags his fingers through my hair and pulls my chin up to look at me as I take him in deeper.
He bites his bottom lip and lets out a long breath. “Sorry, man, this problem just won’t solve itself. I’m probably going to be up all night working on it.”
I stifle a laugh, my lips vibrating against him.
“Thanks, I owe you one.”
My limbs feel weightless as he hangs up and throws his phone across the room onto an armchair. The subtle gesture, even knowing that I trust him, makes my heart somersault.
He lowers his chin to me. “You are going to pay for that.”
I playfully push myself away from him. “On second thought, maybe this isn’t a good idea. I should probably go back to my hotel for the night and—”
“Don’t you dare.” He takes me by the waist, drops me onto my feet, and kisses me, turning us backward toward the sprawling sofa.
I’m out of breath when I ask, “You’re free for the whole night?”
“I’m officially off the clock until 9 a.m., so we have about eight hours until I’m obliged to do anything about this... situation.” He brackets over me, lowering me onto the plush royal-blue cushions.
“Wow, that’s great that you take your work-life balance so seriously,” I tease. “So we have eight hours to do whatever we want?”
He smiles playfully. “That depends on what you want.”
My fingers lace through his hair, pulling him closer to me. “I wanted to stay, in your apartment.” I breathe out, “I wanted this.”
“Me too. I should never have let you leave,” he grits out.
