“I know you do,” I tell him.
“You love Iris too,” he tells me.
I laugh at how drunk he is right now.
“That I do,” I confirm.
“Fuck, Mason looks mad.”
I laugh when I see Olivia and Chloe climbing onto another table. No wonder he’s mad. Brantley hasn’t clocked it yet.
I smile when I see my girl walking toward us.
“You better go get Chloe before she breaks an ankle,” Iris tells Brantley, pointing to where Mason is now standing.
“Oh fuck.”
As he takes off, Iris puts her finger to her lips to tell me to be quiet as she grabs my hand and leads me out of the back of the room.
It’s late now, most of the hotel guests are in their rooms or down at the bar. All the office staff have left for the day. I watch as she takes us to the rear elevator, pressing the button. When we get inside, she pushes me against the wall and kisses me.
I don’t stop kissing her until the elevator dings and she pulls me off the thing.
I give her a knowing smile when I see what floor we are on. It’s one I know well. I worked here for a long time, after all.
She pulls me down the hall until we reach the very end. If we go left, we enter her old office. It’s not Mason’s assistant’s office. If we go straight, we will be in my old office. The same one my brother uses.
“I have always had a fantasy in this room,” she tells me, leaning against the door.
“Oh yeah? What is it?”
She shakes her head, licking her bottom lip. “I don’t want to tell you. I want to show you.”
Opening the door, she steps inside. When I follow her, she shuts it behind me before spinning me until her back is against the wall.
“Mr. Williamson, you shouldn’t stand so close. People will start to talk,” she whispers.
I step closer, running my hand down her cheek. “You’re so beautiful, though. I can’t help it. Whenever you are in a room, I want to kiss you.”
“You really can’t though. It would be wrong. You’re my boss,” she says, fully leaning into the roleplay.
“That’s right. I’m the boss, so that means you do what I say. Isn’t that right, Miss Howard?”
She nods. “Anything you want, Mr. Williamson.”
I press on her shoulder, but she doesn’t resist. She falls to her knees.
“Take my cock out,” I demand.
She does as I ask, freeing my aching cock from my pants.
“Good girl,” I praise her, my hand in her hair. “Now take it in your mouth.”
She leans forward, sucking me inside. She knows how I like it, pressing her tongue to the bottom of it as she slides down my cock.
I bury my hands in her hair. “I’m going to fuck your face,” I warn her.
She swallows my cock instead of answering, making my eyes roll back. Fuck, she’s good at that.
