Page 59 of The Woman

I stare up at him, my hair still fisted in his hand, lips parted and wet, panting heavily.

“That’s enough,” he rasps, releasing my hair. The rough breathing and hooded eyes show just how close he was to coming.

I nod once and pull his boxer-briefs back over his straining cock, then zip him up, though it’s a tight fit. It looks incredibly painful to be that hard and have to bury it behind your pants.

“What did I tell you?” the man who brought it up in the first place asks. “Nothing like it, is there?” There’s a collective murmuring from the others agreeing with him.

Phoenix pries his eyes away from me and glances behind me at the man for the first time since I started. “Indeed, there isn’t.”

“Well, I wouldn’t mind–”

The loud chime of a cell phone cuts off whatever he was starting to say, and I realize it’s Phoenix’s phone when he reaches into his pocket to answer it.

“Hello?”

“You know I’m in a meeting right now.”

“What’s wrong?”

A sigh.

“Alright. I’ll head back now.”

He hangs up and faces the men. “I’m sorry, there is an issue that I must address.”

“What’s going on?” his grandfather demands.

Phoenix pulls me to my feet before standing up himself and refastening his belt. “Don’t worry. I’ll take care of it. You’ve taught me well.” Then, turning to the others, he adds, “Gentlemen, it was a pleasure. Mark, call me tomorrow, and we can further discuss those plans.”

“I’ll do that–”

Mark is barely finished answering before Phoenix is tugging me along, and we’re heading back down the stairs and along the floor the way we came. He pulls me out the front door of the building and into the sunshine. I have to squint to adjust to the light, but he doesn’t stop until we’re standing by the curb.

After Phoenix hands something to the man in a uniform and he’s walked away, I lean into him to cover the fact that I’m talking to him. “How are we going to get back? That man took your car.”

He looks down at me, brows pinched like he doesn’t know what I’m talking about. Then his eyes make a sweep over my lips, lingering there for a moment before looking ahead again. I guess he’s not going to bother answering me at all.

The sound of a car pulling up beside us catches my attention a minute later, and I see that it’s Phoenix’s car and the man who took it originally is driving it. Strange.

Without facing me, Phoenix tugs on my hand. “Let’s go.”

Chapter 26

Phoenix

I pull into my parking spot under Carsen Architecture, pushing my door open the second I’ve turned the car off, then round the hood to open Avery’s door. I pull her along with urgent and hurried steps to the elevator.

Her eyes are wide and curious, wondering what might have happened and why we had to leave. I didn’t talk to her along the drive. I couldn’t. I just kept seeing those luscious lips of hers wrapped tight around my cock, sucking me.

I hadn’t known exactly what a blow-job was when they asked me about it at the club, but I remembered it being in one of the videos I had gotten rid of before watching it when I was younger, so I knew it was something sexual.

Never did I expect it to feel like that. So incredible, like an accumulation of pleasure was being sucked right out of me.

Once we arrive in my office, Avery steps out ahead of me. “I hope it’s nothing serious. I can go wait in the bathroom if you’d like?”

This woman. So amenable sometimes, yet completely stubborn and difficult the rest of the time.

She continues walking toward the bathroom, but I stop her by gripping her around the throat and pulling her back so that she hits my front, her back to my chest.

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