“I have everything I need here…”
Thrust.
Lick.
Suck.
Repeat.
And I’m about to lose my fucking mind.
“…at the office,” I manage to choke out.
I try to clamp my thighs together, but Phoenix is stronger, forcing them wider and pinning me open.
“Hang up,” he growls.
“James, I’m really sorry, but I think…” My eyes squeeze shut as I press my fingers to my forehead, trying to sound sane while being eaten alive. “I’ve got a migraine coming on. Let me shoot you an email tomorrow, and we’ll arrange a date?—”
Phoenix’s teeth sink into the inside of my thigh at the word “date,” and I barely swallow down the squeal that threatens to rip out of me.
“Hang. The fuck. Up, Shannen,” he hisses.
I know that voice now. It’s ownership, and he’s way too possessive to let anyone else see me come.
“Perfect. I look forward to it,” James says, still smiling.
I give him the world’s most awkward wave before killing the call.
The second it ends, I throw my head back, gasping, and shove both hands into Phoenix’s dark hair, dragging him closer against me.
“If you stop, I swear I’ll fucking suffocate you between my thighs.” I pant, feeling him chuckle darkly as he slides a finger inside me, curling it so perfectly my vision whites out for a second. “Jesus, you really are crazy.”
“Just taking what’s mine while some cockmaggot jerks off, wishing it was his.” He lifts his head slightly, lips soaked with me, his eyesun-fucking-hinged. “And baby? You threatening to choke me with this cunt isn’t a threat. It’s my fucking wet dream,and I’ll happily die right here. Just promise you’ll make it messy.”
His fingers start moving again, along with his tongue, and that feeling, that impossible build I’ve only felt once before, last night in this very office, starts rising fast.
“You’re making me feel so good… You’re—fuck—you’re fucking me so good.” My fingers tighten in his hair as my back starts to arch. I slam a hand over my mouth as my orgasm crashes through me, and I feel myself flood his mouth.
“Fuck, baby—yes.” He groans, dragging his soaked fingers out of me just to wrap his mouth around my pussy completely.
The aftershocks hit me hard, and when my body finally starts to relax, his tongue slows, smoothing over me like he has all the time in the world. He only pulls back when I shift in the chair, my legs trembling from the overstimulation.
When I finally look down, he’s already watching me, and I can read everything he’s feeling in that look.
Mine.
Still mine.
Always fucking mine.
And underneath all that possessive heat, there’s something more there that makes my chest tight.
I love you.
I’ve always loved you.
I’ll never stop loving you.
