I’ve never had a problem talking in bed. Usually, it’s what I’m good at.
Lucy silences me, sends the thoughts flying away when I try to grasp onto them. And when she lowers her mouth to the head of my cock, licking off the sticky cum there with the tip of her tongue and smiling up at me, I’m nothing but the sensation.
Still stroking, she takes me in her mouth, and I bring a hand to the back of her head, not pushing, but just feeling the rhythm of her movements.
It drives me insane, and I start to thrust up into her mouth. She meets each movement, takes me deeper, and it’s just minutes before I feel the tension building.
I tap on her shoulder, try to communicate to her that I’m going to come, and she can lift her head before I do. But she’s steadfast about keeping her lips stretched around my cock, and when I come, she swallows it down.
“Fuck—” I look at her and then let my head fall back again. “Fuck.”
When she’s done, she crawls back up my body, looking pretty damn pleased with herself.
Gently, she kisses me, then pulls back and whispers, “So, we’re both narcissists, huh?”
And I realize, all at once, that this girl is going to change everything.
Chapter 22
Dane
This time, we’re taking the bigger jet.
Cole and I are already seated, and he’s staring at something on his tablet, while I anxiously stare at the door.
It’s time for our annual retreat.
Cole, Nico, and I have been doing this since we first started working together. Every year, we go off to an island with no technology and no interruptions. A chance to decompress and toss around ideas. Most of our ventures were conceived on the island, then nurtured to life when we returned to reality.
But this time will be different.
The three of us share a cottage for synergy and idea generation, but there’s one other cottage on the island. Just outside of ours, down a dirt path, is the assistant’s cottage. It’s typically occupied by a young man who makes himself scarce unless we need him.
This time, it’s Lucy who will be sleeping there.
I already called ahead to ensure the cottages were in good working order, and everything is ready. Typically, it would be the assistant’s job, but I also submitted a work order to have the assistant’s cottage completely updated.
It’s not like it was a shack before, but I want her to be comfortable.
More than that, I want her to be impressed.
For the past two weeks, since we were together in Amsterdam, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about her. When I’m not meeting with manufacturers, conducting board meetings, or doing financial forecasting, I’m thinking about Lucy.
We haven’t had a chance to be together since Amsterdam.
Last weekend, I thought about inviting her to my place, but Nico dragged me along to a two-day golf tournament he insisted I needed to attend “for the company’s sake.”
It was a waste of time, as is typical when he ropes me into things like that.
So the work week returned, and now we’re setting off for the retreat. I’ve scarcely been able to reallytalkto Lucy without either Cole or Nico interrupting.
I’m itching to see her alone.
But sneaking into her cottage isn’t a good idea. Either of the guys could see me going out there. Cole likely wouldn’t care beyond the risks to the company, but Nico would never let me hear the end of it.
And, besides, I can’t shake the feeling that there’s something more going on with Nico—that he knows what happened between Lucy and me. Of course, he would figure it out. Somehow, the man manages to be lazy and perceptive at the same time.
Now, I sit up straighter when someone appears, walking through the door of the jet.
