SAVANNAH
Hunter has been working tirelessly at his desk. He’s been making his way through the list of clients that Shawn screwed over. After each call, he rubs his eyes like he has a headache building up. But he said earlier that they haven’t lost any contracts so that’s good.
Meanwhile, Rory, Luke, and I sit at the conference table as usual. I feel bad that our stuff has taken over the area. Rory and Luke have their own offices, but I like that we’re all together like this.
Hunter’s phone lights up with another call. He seems reluctant to answer, but ultimately gives in. “Hello, this is Reed.” He nods his head. “And?” He pauses. “Good. Buy them.”
Watching him be assertive stirs an ache inside me.
Deciding to throw caution to the wind, I get up from my seat and move to Hunter. Rory and Luke track my strides, but I don’t look back.
Hunter scrunches his forehead as I round his desk. He turns his chair toward me as he continues his conversation. “Find out what the highest offer is for each and double it.”
I step between his legs and drop to my knees, bringing a hand to the button of his pants. With my other hand, I palm his growing erection.
“Shit. Is she really about to
Behind me, I hear, “Fuck, she’s hot,” and, “We don’t deserve her.”
Hunter watches me eagerly. “What about the Lower East Side?” he says into his phone.
I remove his belt and undo his fly. The bulge in his pants makes my mouth water. I pull down his boxers and reveal his cock. Wrapping my hand around his shaft, I stroke my hand up and down his length. His hips lift off the seat, thrusting his hardness into my hand.
Hunter’s breathing increases. “Buy those too.”
Wrapping my hand around his base, I dip my head and swirl my tongue around his tip.
“Shit,” he curses. “No, no. Everything’s fine. Keep telling me about the properties.”
I smirk, loving how easily I make him come undone. My own arousal floods my panties.
Unbuttoning my slacks, I slide my hand through my folds.
Teasing him more, I continue to play with his tip. My eyes flick up, watching him as he fights for control.
He stares down at me and grits his teeth. “It doesn’t matter. Just get it done.” Hunter ends his call and drops his phone on his desk.
I lick his slit, lapping at the bead of precum that forms there.
“Heartbreaker, you’re a goddamn minx.” Hunter wraps my hand around his hand. “I need to fuck your mouth, Baby.”
I hum around his cock and nod my head.
“Thank fuck,” he swears. “Put your hand on my thigh. If I get too rough, tap me.”
I nod again.
“Good.” His eyes drop to where my hand disappears into my panties “Now dip your fingers in your pussy.”
I do as he says and moan.
Pulling my hair lightly, he guides my head up a few inches. Then, in slow, measured thrusts, he slides his cock in and out of my mouth. His movements start shallow but grow deep. When his tip bumps the back of my throat, I gag, then force myself to relax. He pushes past my reflex, and I swallow him.
“Fucking hell, Savannah. You’re going to kill me.”
My fingers continue to thrust into my channel, and I use my thumb to strum my clit.
“Hold on,” Hunter warns. He pulls out all the way, his crown resting on my lips, then he thrusts forward. Moaning, he picks up his pace.
