“Like what?”
Like you,I almost said to him. The words sat right on the tip of my tongue. Instead, I smiled to myself.
“We can talk about that later.” I slipped off his lap and started backing toward the door. “I’ll let you finish. I don’t want to distract you.”
“You know what’s distracting?”
“What?”
“That bikini.” He bit his lip.
“You’re the one who told me to put it on.”
“I did.” He stood, towering over me in two strides. “But I only wanted to admire it for a few minutes.”
“Oh?”
“Mhm.” His eyes drifted over me before finding mine again. “Problem is, Si,” a crooked smile appeared. “I’ve had an hour to think about taking it off.”
I couldn’t help laughing. “An hour?”
“You left me here with nothing but a record and my imagination.”
“You were supposed to be working.”
“I finished thinking about the music twenty minutes ago.”
Heat rushed through me before he even touched me. He reached for one of the strings resting against my hip, letting it slip slowly between his fingers.
“The pool can wait.”
I stopped him, placing my hand over his and taking inventory of our surroundings. “In your workspace baby?”
Instead of answering, he glanced around the room as if seeing it through my eyes for the first time.
“You scared?” he quipped, cocky as hell.
His mouth found mine before I could think of another smart remark, and somewhere behind us, the unfinished record continued looping through the studio speakers. Iwasscared. Kier had been knocking my walls down left and right, and I knew I wouldn’t be able to contain myself in here—especially if he was in control. Instead, I reached into his shorts, challenging him and stroking his rod while he tongued me fiercely.
I pushed his shorts and boxers so they’d drop to his feet. He sat in the chair, and his eyes never left me. “Sibley,” he pinned me with his gaze. “You owe me a dance.”
“Do I?” I asked as I swayed my hips to the beat of his music. Kier relaxed in his chair further, while I toyed with the string of my bikini. The low studio lights and the sound of the music he created gave me confidence while I performed for him.
“Sexy ass.”
I giggled as I turned around, bending completely over to give him a full view of my body. Kier stroked his dick slowly, turning me on further. Rolling up, I tugged at the strings of my top, allowing it to fall to the floor. After walking toward him, I straddled him.
“Want a taste?” I asked, allowing him to take my nipple into his mouth. Kier sucked my breasts, gently nibbling on them, and I felt myself slowly but surely dripping with passion.
Standing, I removed myself from him. He reached out to me, and I smacked his hand away.
“Damn Si, why you teasing a nigga?” he smirked,
“Not teasing,” I added, getting on my knees. “Tasting.”
Stroking him, I placed kisses on his balls where I could before taking him into my mouth completely. Kier gripped my hair while I wrapped my lips around him, slurping and swirling my tongue, making sure I tasted every inch of him.
I bobbed slowly until I found the pacehewanted.
