I hear her sweet muffled voice say “Motherfucker…” followed by a string of unintelligible curse words that sound adorable and hot at the same time as she convulses and wreaks havoc on myface. The heel of her boot is jabbing into my back, but I’m into it and I hear her say “Don’t stop!”
And I will not stop.
I won’t stop until my tongue gives out. Even if my tongue gives out, I will use my fingers until she says, “Oh, God! Elijah!” freezes, and then loses her ability to remain upright.
That’s when I stop.
“I got you, baby,” I tell her. She doesn’t know it yet, but I mean that in so many ways. Kissing her inner thigh before I untangle and free myself from her skirt, her leg, that boot, I hold under Cleo’s armpits to slow her slide down the wall to the floor. Wouldn’t want her to bruise her beautiful ass from falling onto it. I have other plans for that ass. For another time.
My temp appears to have lost the use of her neck.
And her spine.
I press against her shoulders, trying to prop her up. “Did you want to lie down?”
“Hmmm?”
I brush that crazy mane of hair from her face so I can watch her blurry eyes flutter open. She has a dumb, satisfied look on her pretty face. “Who’s the dummy now, huh, baby girl?”
She giggles, slowly licks her lips, and then smacks them together. “Hiiiiii,” she says, her voice throaty like she’s had a long nap. Then suddenly her eyes go wide. “Shit. Where’s your phone?”
Why does she want my phone?
Oh, shit.
My phone.
It’s still in my office.
But I don’t think they will have landed in Wyoming yet, so it’s okay.
I don’t think we’ve been in here for two hours.
Except…
I slowly stand up, still feeling a little dizzy, and try to turn the doorknob.
It turns a little. There’s no lock on this door. But it’s stuck. Because of the door-jamb thingy. I forgot to use a ream of paper to prop the door open.
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Elijah keeps pulling the doorknob and banging on the edge of the door and kicking it. “God dammit. Please tell me you have a phone hiding somewhere on you.”
I am hearing the words come out of Elijah’s mouth and I am sure that words came out of my mouth just now, and somewhere in my brain I understand why this beautiful man who had his tongue inside of me is panicking, but my body just won’t let me panic right now. My brain is not entirely back online yet.
My body also won’t let my neck hold my head up straight. I think I might still be having orgasmic aftershocks. All of my lady parts will be rocking around the orgasm tree for the foreseeable future.
“Cleo? Can you hear me? Are you okay?”
I manage to make my eyeballs move in his direction. He is definitely anxious about the door not opening, but he also has this glint in his eye, likeYou can’t function because I rocked your world, little elf. How you like me now?I like him a lot.
His big dad heart is one of the things I like most about him. Almost as much as I like his tongue. And according to the preview my hand got earlier, I will also be a big fan of his penis.
But I am currently under his employ as an assistant. So I will pull it together and assist him. “Yes. No.” I manage to sit up straight and focus. “Yes, I am okay. No, I don’t have my phone with me. I don’t even have my kazoo. Is the door locked?”
He drags his fingers through his hair, and it’s so cute how upset he is. “No. It’s jammed. There’s a door-jamb issue. I dunno—I’m not a door engineer. I think someone will have to use force to push it in from the outside.”
