Without saying another word, he unbuckles his belt. The swoosh of it running through the loops as he tugs it free has desire settling in my belly. My gaze drops to watch his fingers work, and I capture my lip between my teeth in anticipation.
“Maybe you'll be the one to corrupt me,” he says, gripping my chin and freeing my lip with his thumb. “I'll never get any work done with this sweet mouth so close.”
He fishes his length out, pre-cum already beading along the slit. His fingers wrap around his girth, and he slowly strokes himself from root to tip. Pinning me in my chair with a heavy lidded stare.
I lick my lips. “You can try.”
“Is that a challenge?” He stills, pheromones bleeding off of him.
A grin pulls at my lips, and I lean across the space and slip my tongue over his head, lapping up the tart lemon of his cum. It zings over my tastebuds, puckering my mouth until the sweet settles in. Just like his musk.
His fingers tangle into my hair, slipping strands out of my tidy bun, as he tugs me forward. I’m on my knees taking him into my mouth, his encouragement on the back of my head urging me to take him deeper.
“Fuck, there’s no point in trying, I’d rather focus on your lips.”
His ragged words send a thrill through me. I hollow my cheeks around him, and he growls, low and long. When he pulls me away and tugs me to my feet, I go willingly.
“Going forward, pants are not allowed in the office,” he says. I laugh, followed by a gasp when he pops the button on my pants and has them and my panties at my feet in seconds. “Dresses only, Sweetheart.”
“That’s a little sexist,” I say. “Sounds like some kind of law being broken.”
“Take me to court,” he growls. Then he twists me away from him and pulls my back to his front. “Bend over.”
Chapter
Eleven
My legs arelike limp noodles as I leave Beckett’s office an hour later. He was like a machine, giving me orgasm after orgasm. I'm pretty sure he didn’t allow himself one and denied the offer of a blowjob after everything was said and done.
That was definitely one of my office fantasies come to life, and I can’t erase the smile on my face. Even when Sally pops her head into the room, her eyes taking in my appearance but not saying a word, it doesn’t erase the happiness coursing through me.
Oz wants me. Beckett wants me. It’s an insane development.
“Mr. Cross requested your assistance while you were helping Mr. Sterling.”
Wade.
My heart jumps, and my palms instantly go clammy. He knows about last night. I nod when she just stands there. “Okay. Thank you.”
Smoothing my shirt down, I stand up and cross the room to his shut door. The clouded glass ensures I can’t see inside, so I knock. It’s such a soft sound I’m sure I should just go back to mydesk and call him. But then the door swings open, and Wade’s filling the space.
“Mr. Cross, uh, Sally said—” I trip over my words as they tumble over each other to get out of my mouth.
He smiles at my nervous energy and steps back silently offering his space to me. I step inside, and he shuts the door behind me as I assault my lower lip with my teeth.
“Did Beck already talk to you?”
“Mr. Sterling, yes?—”
He chuckles. “I think we’re past that, don’t you? Once you’ve been knotted by someone, you should probably call them by their first name.”
Butterflies explode in my chest at his words. Still, I can’t find my own.
He trails a finger along my shoulder as he circles around to face me. Tilting my chin up, he studies my face. “Are you okay with this?”
Wade, the observant and caring one of the three. He makes my heart swell. I’m such a goner for the three of them. But it isn’t like I can blurt out that I love them. If sex is what they are offering, then it’s what I’ll accept. It’s more than I had before last Friday.
“Yes,” I say.
