“I am very,verygood,” I groan.
She wiggles on my lap, and I could easily fuck her right now, but twenty minutes is not enough for everything I have planned for her.
“How’s the writing going?” I ask, looking at her opened laptop.
“Good,” she says, but her unwavering voice doesn’t convince me.
“What’s wrong?” I focus on her.
“I’m getting to a spicy scene and well… I’m a little anxious about writing it.”
“Is this the first scene?” I ask, my fingers drawing circles on her bare thighs, teasing them under the hem of her skirt.
She nods. “I keep putting it off, ‘cause clearly I don’t know anything, so how can I write about it?” She sighs, dropping her head.
“Well, what’s happening at the moment?” My cock throbs inside my suit.
“He has just… you know.” She blinks, looking up at me through her lashes as her dark curly hair frames covers half her beautiful face.
“No, Lucky, I don’t.”
“Gone down on her,” she rushes out, pink painting her cheeks and I chuckle.
“Right, well, you know how to write that.”
She nods. “But now… well.” Her fingers fall from my neck and drag down my chest.
“Words, baby.”
“Well, I thought I would make it about him.” She lowers her eyes again, focused on her fingers.
The penny drops. “Oh.”Fuck.How bad would it be if I fucked the press off? Maybe I can come up some excuse.
“Will you teach me?” Her innocent amber eyes meet mine.
Fucking hell, she is killing me. Pressing my fingers into her cheeks, I swipe my tongue over hers.
“It would be my honour.” I smile against her lips. “But I’ve got press to do, so it’ll have to wait until later.” I press my lip to her pulse point on her neck as she tilts her head to side slightly.
Grazing my teeth along her sensitive skin, a soft moan vibrates through her, her hips rotating over me. “Baby,” I groan, guiding my hands to her small waist as I hold her still. “Patience.” I chuckle, planting one last kiss on her lips.
She pouts but smiles soon after as I lift her from me and lower her on the sofa.
“I need a quick shower before the press meeting. Are you staying here?”
“Maybe. Edel is with Anaïs, but we may head back to the apartment.”
I give a nod, but truth is I don’t want her to leave. “Okay, well just text me and let me know where you are.” I give her a wink then disappear into my shower room.
My cock is heavy and hard. I need a release, but I have about ten minutes before Nora is back to get me. Fuck it.
Peeling my sticky clothes from me, I leave them in a heap on the floor before I am pushing my boxer shorts to my ankles and kicking them off. I twist the shower on, and it takes a few seconds for steam to fill the bathroom. I step under the spray, the hot water hitting my aching muscles, but my God does it feel good.
I wash my hair and scrub my body. I like to take my time in the shower, but time is not on my side right now. Shutting the water off, I grab a towel and wrap it around my waist then reach for another and dry my hair.
Padding into the main room, I expect to see her there, but she’s gone. Disappointment surges through me. With a heavy sigh, I make quick work on getting changed.
Nora turns up right on time and I am dressed in the team polo and wide leg jeans with trainers.
