I never want to let go of these boobs, so this is very inconvenient. “I have work to do,” I grunt.
“Yes. Where do you keep the condoms?”
“Not tonight.”
She sticks her tongue out and slowly lowers herself to lick up my neck, suck on my earlobe, as she squeezes her thighs around my erection.
I groan again. So many years, I’ve wondered what those thighs are capable of. She looks like a fairy princess, but she’s kissing me like a starving, feral woman. I have to force my eyes to stay open so I can watch her. She is so much hotter and more sensuous than my brain could ever allow me to imagine, and I want to remember every second of this.
Except it is not an optimal time for this to happen.
Olivia sucks on my tongue, rocking and circling her hips. Back and forth, round and round, down, down, down. Her tits are grazing my chest, and this is terrible. By which I mean it’s so fucking hot.
I have never had such a painful erection in my life, but I am not going to let down my boys in London, because they have to secure supplies.
“Olivia,” I manage to reprimand her when my tongue is free.
She mutters something about two forms of birth control, I think.
My cell phone is vibrating on my desk.
“Fuck.”
Olivia reaches down between her legs, strokes my hard length over my pants just once. “Jesus, Johnny.” She sucks in her breath.
I flip her over, pinning her wrists down again. “I have to take that call,” I grit out.
She barks out a laugh, probably thinks I’m joking.
I really wish I were joking.
I somehow manage to slide off the bed and make it over to my desk, clearing my throat so that I don’t sound like I havea massive boner. Answering my phone, I say, “Good morning, gentlemen.”
Olivia grabs a pillow and screams into it. I calmly discuss the budget with Balfie and Faxter. Or Faxtie and Alber—I have no fucking clue who I’m talking to anymore because now Olivia is squeezing her tit and reaching inside her shorts while glaring at me.
I cannot be in the same room with this randy she-demon.
I put on my glasses and flip her the bird as I walk out, but she doesn’t do it back because her hands are too busy pleasuring her evil, beautiful body.
The tentpole of my pajama pants reaches my home office thirty seconds before I do, but I arrive safe and sound, shutting the door behind me.
Safe.
I am safe from destroying my business over that little minx.
For tonight.
I am of sound mind.
For now.
Ten minutes later, my founders are calm and happy, and I end the call. I walk quietly down the hall. The door to the guest room is closed. She didn’t even slam it shut while I was on the phone. Good girl.
I can hear loud vibrating and soft moaning from behind the door.
Bad girl.
Verybad girl.
