Page 29 of Drawn Blue Lines

The ache was unbearable, and I adjusted my hardening erection, trying to find some relief and failing miserably.

Fuck it. This was my office.

Popping the button on my slacks, I pulled my zipper down and freed my cock. It sprang up, hard as steel, the tip weeping in gratitude.

I closed my eyes and leaned back, wrapping my hand around the base and giving it a few rough pumps. It jerked in response, and with thoughts of her still fresh in my mind, I knew it wouldn’t take much.

My face twisted as the image of Adriana in that tight lace dress filled my head. I pumped harder, taking my frustration out on the traitorous appendage that couldn’t seem to grasp the fact that she was trying to get both of us killed.

Thoughts of her flashed through my mind. I imagined her walking in and finding me like this, that wicked grin creeping along that plush mouth of hers as she stalked toward me.

I could hear her sultry voice begging me to forgive her, the conversation playing out in my head as I stroked.

“I came here to apologize.”

“Say that again; I think I’m hearing things.”

“Don’t be an ass. After you left last night, I realized how wrong it was to hold something so personal over your head. That was low, even for me.”

“What’s the catch?”

“No catch. I want to make it up to you.”

“Is that right?”

“We may be enemies, but our bodies don’t care. I saw the look in your eyes when you pushed me against the wall.”

“So, what are you waiting for? Apologize.”

Without another word, Adriana crossed the room and dropped to her knees in front of me. Holding my stare, she swirled a red nail around my wet tip, then slowly dragged the rest of them down the length of my shaft. My body responded like a ball being shot out of a cannon. My back arched, and my ass levitated off the chair.

“Christ!” I growled, sucking air between my teeth. Grabbing her long, dark hair, I twisted it in my hand. “You want my forgiveness?”

She nodded. “More than anything.”

“Then fucking earn it.” Tightening my fist, I shoved her head down. “And don’t disappoint me.” She opened her mouth, taking me in until my cock hit the back of her throat.

I threw my head back, my hips already thrusting. “Oh fuuuuck!”

“Oh fuuuuck,” I groaned out loud, the fantasy egging me on. I squeezed my eyes tighter and pumped harder, pretending my hand was her wet mouth. The line between fantasy and reality blurred so fast I didn’t hear the door open or the sharp gasp that followed.

“Holy shit! I—mean…that Rafael guy told me it was okay to come in. I—uh, he said you were just playing with your balls…I mean paying your bills.”

My eyes popped open, and for a moment, I thought I was still trapped in my fantasy, but the horrified look on Adriana’s face told me otherwise. She widened her eyes and clamped her lips together in a bizarre expression somewhere between mortified shame and hysterical laughter.

I wasn’t sure which one was worse.

“Jesus!” I scrambled to tuck my dick back in my pants before I did something to make the situation worse. “Don’t you know how to knock?”

Adriana’s lips pulled back in a dazzling grin. “Yes, but to be fair, most bar owners aren’t jerking off in their offices at nine-thirty in the morning.”

Smartass.

I cupped my balls and smirked, nodding to the floor between my legs. “Maybe if you’d gotten here at nine-twenty-five, I wouldn’t have had to jerk off.”

“Interesting. And what would we have done with the other four minutes and forty-five seconds?”

Damn.

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