Wanting to push him over the edge, I move my other hand between his legs and cup his balls while moving my fingers behind them and pressing against his sensitive flesh.
“Fuck . . . me,” he says as he tenses, his hand gripping the armrest.
Knowing he’s close, I bring him to the back of my throat, causing me to gag for a moment, but that must do the trick, because his hand grips tighter in my hair, his quads tense and he says, “Swallow my cum,” right before he falls over the edge.
And I listen.
I swallow every last drop before pulling him out of my mouth and licking up his length until he’s clean.
His grip on my hair loosens, and his hand falls to my face, where he brushes his thumb over my cheek tenderly.
He helps me to my feet before putting himself back into his pants. When he stands, his hand goes to my face again, and his thumb swipes under my mouth.
“Might need to touch up your lipstick.” Then he leans forward and presses a kiss to my neck.
My jaw.
My cheek.
And then right on my mouth before he steps aside and moves toward my office door.
I want to call out to him, ask him what the hell is going on, but before I can muster the courage, he’s gone.
“I’m soglad you could make it to dinner,” I say to Ollie as she pierces her steak salad with her fork.
“Me too. It’s been a while since I’ve been able to meet up with you ladies.”
After the blow job in my office, I realized there was no way I’d be able to go back to the apartment tonight knowing damn well that the guys have an off day. I don’t know what I’d do with Halsey with that much spare time. So I worked late and arranged a dinner with Winnie, Pacey’s girl, and Ollie. Penny wanted some family time with Eli and the baby, I completely understood. And I was quietly relieved she wasn’t coming as I hadn’t told her about the new job. Yet.Was not looking forward to that conversation.
“I asked you guys here for a reason.”
Winnie and Ollie both look up at me, momentarily pausing their forks. “What’s going on?” Winnie asks.
“First of all, this is a vault, right? We won’t go home and tell our men what we talked about?”
“Those gossiping hens?” Winnie asks. “No, I’m good. I don’t need Pacey inserting himself in whatever you’re about to say. He’d probably never shut up about it.”
“Same,” Ollie adds. “I have enough on my plate with work. I won’t be saying anything to Silas.”
“Thank you.” I let out a deep breath and say, “Halsey and I had sex.”
“What?” Ollie and Winnie say at the same time.
“Holy crap. When?” Winnie asks.
“Two days ago, and then last night, and then today in my office.”
“In the office.” Ollie smiles. “That’s hot.”
“It was.” My cheeks turn red. “He . . . uh . . . sent me to work with no underwear on. And then he showed me why.”
Winnie shakes her head. “Halsey Holmes. Now, that surprises me. Ever since I’ve known him, I was under the impression that he didn’t care for anything other than books and hockey. I didn’t even think he knew what sex was.”
“Oh . . . he knows,” I say. “He knows really well.”
“Wow, I had no idea.” Winnie shakes her head. “So this is a good thing?”
“I don’t know,” I say. “I’ve been staying at his place because my apartment flooded. And well, in all honesty, I invited you to dinner because I didn’t want to be alone with him for so long tonight. I was afraid of what might happen.”
