His brows knit together. “Oh? Sounds kind of serious. Here I was thinking I could finally have my way with you on my desk.” I roll my eyes, as I should have known that cliché was coming. He holds out his hands because he alsounderstands that humor might not be needed. “What is it? We survived the weekend, right? Is it Lola?”
I accept his hands with my palms landing on his. “She’s fine, but this is kind of about her. My building attendant phoned, and the apartment upstairs has a burst pipe.”
He winces. “Yikes. I have a feeling I know where this is going. Your apartment has some damage?”
“Yeah. They’re going to need to fix it with drywall and everything. It falls under their liability insurance, thankfully. I hate to ask, but I need a favor.”
“Huh,” he scoffs. “You hate to ask.” His wry smile tells him he is a tiny bit amused.
Ignoring his comment, I move on. “Since Lola has a room at your place and you are away this week anyway, would it be possible for us to?—”
“Sweetheart, this doesn't require a question, as this is just perfection. You and Lola will be living exactly where you are supposed to.” His eyes bolt me in.
I chew on my lip and wonder if I should already lay down the ground rules. “You and I are going slow, so it’s only temporary.”
“Sure.” I’ve never heard an answer so disbelieving.
“It’s not like we’re living together.”
“Yet.” A smirk ghosts his mouth.
Nervously, I keep a knowing chuckle in my throat and hold onto a pasted soft smile. “This is a dangerous move, isn’t it?”
He breaks our contact to walk back behind his desk. “That depends,” he responds simply and casually searches for something on his desk.
“Well, I guess I’m taking my chances on that.”
“Good. You should skip the suitcase and just pack a fewboxes. I’ll meet you at home before I go, just to check you have everything you need.” Now he is diplomatic in his tone.
All the more concerning that he’s plotting.
Inside me, something switches because I don’t want him to believe he has the upper hand. With purpose, I take calculated steps to the door that I lock, ensuring our eye contact doesn’t break. Stalking forward to get closer to him again, I throw on my best sultry look until I stop by his side, touching his arm to get his attention.
“You may own the home that I’ll be sleeping in, but let’s be very clear that I own every reaction you are about to have,” I rasp as I lift my gaze because he’s taller than me and believes he is on his throne, anyhow.
His cheekbones rise as he is intrigued. “Is that so?”
I nod gingerly, while inside my chest my heart speeds. My fingers begin to crawl down his arm until they reach his belt, the sound of the metal jingling. His face shows no sign of hesitation. There’s none. His jaw is set, mouth a stern line, but his eyes—his eyes are hungry. For me. The woman who would never dream of doing this, but many things around this man don’t make sense to me, yet I only run closer.
Moving, I give myself ample opportunity to use two hands to unbuckle him, springing him free from the restriction. I don’t waste time and curl my fingers around the band and lower his boxer briefs slightly, taking a second to admire his thick cock that I’ve noticed is always ready for me. Bending, my knees dent into the expensive carpet. His breath catches, and this would be his moment to protest, but he won’t. Instead, his facial expressions dare me. I inspect his cock now at my eye level while I feel his eyes drilling into me.
He is in no way self-conscious; instead, he stands ready and waiting. I stroke my thumb along the base of him, feelingthe weight of his balls, and the corner of my mouth snags at the fact.
“You are so heavy.”
“Because I didn’t get to empty my cum inside that pussy of yours this morning.”
This plan may backfire because he is turning me on in an impossible way to solve right now if I want to be the one in control.
I squeeze him tighter. “If you’re lucky, then you might get to in my mouth.”My tongue darts out to touch his tip, tasting the salt of his pre-cum.He jerks, and it causes me to feel powerful.
Closing my lips around him, my eyes flutter up as I watch him and hear his silent groan. It’s so easy to take him deeper, and I’m not sure if it's greed or if I just want to impress him, but I take it up a notch. I circle him again, slow, deliberate, before I pull back and let my teeth just barely graze his skin. He jerks, and then I take him deeper into my mouth, and his hands find my hair to hold.
My jaw is wide, but my lips are tight, keeping my teeth hidden. I want this to be perfect. My hand grips his base, steadying him in my mouth, and my other hand cups his balls.
“Elodie.” He hisses my name, and the pleasure in his voice is praise to me.
I bob lower, careful not to gag. But if I’m honest, this is intoxicating. The man who always wants to call the shots is at my mercy. The change in his breath makes me braver to bring him deeper into the back of my throat.
