He nods, pouring himself a coffee and me some green tea. “Yes, she started self-teaching.”
“Try and steer her away from that. She’ll start learning them next year, and if her technique is wrong, she’ll fall behind because they’ll have to correct her form first.”
He sips his coffee, eyeing me over his cup. “Thank you, I appreciate it.”
“I can help her,” I say, surprised at myself, yet I also one hundred percent mean it. I haven’t wanted anything to do with dance since the accident.
“Thanks—” His phone beeps, and he curses. “I have to make a call in my office. It can’t wait, and it might take a while.” He pauses and stares at me. “I can have Robert take you home now, but…if you want…you can come hang out with me.” He shrugs like he’s suddenly shy.
I think it’s hard for Harrison to be vulnerable, and I can see it on his face that he wants me to stay.
I want to stay, too.
“Sure, what’s another meal in your office browsing your boring books.” I laugh loudly when he tickles my side.
“Mr. Abdullah, the funds we manage on your behalf—” Harrison takes a deep breath, looking up at the ceiling in frustration. I’ve come to the conclusion he hates being interrupted on his calls. He starts pacing with annoyance. “Yes. The returns have been exceptional over the last five years, and we see additional investment opportunities over a broad array of asset classes.”
I zone out for the rest of what he says, too lost in how sexy he looks behind his desk.
Somehow, even his deep, velvety voice has my lower half tingling from the familiar, dominating tone he’s using.
God, I could stare at him all day.
His head snaps up, looking at me with narrowed, suspecting eyes.
Holy shit, did I say that out loud?
I bite my lip hard, afraid a moan might slip through, as I watch Harrison’s blue eyes rake over every inch of my body, lingering at my slightly parted legs. My thighs snap shut and squeeze tightly as wetness starts to pool between my legs.
His nostrils flare, and he reaches down to adjust himself. That move alone has me wanting to do something I’ve never done before.
“Agreed. When will you be in America next?” Harrison asks his client, never taking his eyes off me.
This man makes me crazy with lust, and if you had told me what I was about to do next, even one month ago, I would have laughed in your face.
As seductively as possible, I stand and lower my robe, letting it slowly slide down my arms to expose my naked body. When I have his full attention, I stride over to where he stands.
He covers the phone. “What are you doing?” he hisses.
Ignoring him, I advance around his desk to stand before him.
Without hesitation, he reaches out and palms my breast with his one hand, positioning it up so he has easy access to lean down and take my nipple into his mouth, sucking with a deep pressure.
My mouth hangs open as my knees buckle, and before I have a second to do what I came here to do, he pushes me back onto his desk.
He stands between my legs, which dangle off the edge and pushes them open wide. Without even a warm-up, Harrison drives three of his thick fingers into my sex and begins to pump me so hard that the sound of my wetness echoes through the room.
Harrison, I mouth.
He glances down and watches as he takes his fingers all the way out, then slides them in again, in and out, over and over. “Yes, agreed. The sooner, the better.” He answers his client without missing a beat.
This. Was. Not. The. Plan.
My back arches off the desk in pleasure as his pistol pace picks up. I’m about to orgasm embarrassingly fast.Again.
He puts the phone between his ear and shoulder, all without ever removing his fingers, drops to his knees, throws my legs over his shoulders, and sucks my clithard.
My body convulses, and my sex clenches as he begins to really eat me, lapping me up like I’m his favorite meal.
