Page 25 of More Than Words

“We both know I’m far from fuckin’ soft, Is. But I’m not done here. You got to tease me, and it’s my turn, so lay back down and take it.”

My lips curved around her clit, and I sucked softly, laving the little piece of enticing flesh with my tongue until she was squirming and having trouble holding in her moans. Isobel may have hated the tease, but turnabout’s fair play and it was my turn to play.

“Fuck, more. Oh God, I need more. Harder.”

Her back arched as she moaned, one hand grasping my forearm and digging in her nails while I felt her tremble beneath me. She was close, and I knew it could all be over with a little more suction and a strategically placed finger, but I hadn’t been joking. This was my turn to make her desperate.

Deciding to ignore her request, I lazily drew my tongue along her lips, skirting around the throbbing nub at the top and repeating the circuit as my fingers softly stroked her from the inside. The flush on the skin I could see above her modest neckline showed me she liked it. But the little frustrated growls she let out while she tried to push her hips into my movements to get me where she wanted indicated it wasn’t enough to push her over. Good. Then my plan for payback was working.

I watched transfixed while her chest rose and fell as I continued to pleasure her, and I wished I’d had the foresight to get her naked, but the conservative business attire was doing it for me. Once she stopped fighting me, I carefully untucked her blouse with my other hand, a gasp echoing around us as my fingers slowly traced the skin above her navel. I wanted to lick it, but my tongue was otherwise engaged with the teasing driving her insane.

“You’re so fucking hot,” I groaned into her, leaning forward on the edge of the mattress, finally sucking her clit into my mouth before my fingers crept beneath the lace of her bra. She had spectacular breasts but typically kept them hidden with snug, high-necked blouses at work. I’d often wondered if it was because she was one of those women who bought heavily padded bras to make their curves more pronounced, but there was just a generous handful once I got my palm underneath the thin material.

Moaning into her, I pinched her nipple with one hand and pressed harder with the fingers of my other, enjoying the way she bucked her hips into my face when I hit that spot. The one I knew would make her explode.

“Hmm,” I hummed as I experimentally slowed my speed, returning to my previous teasing pace.

“Fuck, that,” she groaned as she grabbed a fistful of my hair and held my head in place. “Quit fucking around and make me come. Playtime later.”

“You promise?” I chuckled when I looked up at her from between her legs, almost laughing aloud at the look of sheer frustration painted across her delicate features. I’d seen that look aimed at me in countless meetings, but seeing it while I had a face full of her pussy was by far my favorite.

“Yes, God. Just get this over with already.”

That statement uttered in a sexual context typically meant that the woman wasn’t having a good time, but as I lowered my mouth again and finally stopped the teasing little strokes, the way she moaned and tightened her fingers in my hair exhibited the exact opposite. She may have been angry with me, but she was fucking enjoying it.

Isobel flushed and desperate with her back arched high, mid-orgasm, and pulling my hair out at the roots was something I couldn’t erase from my mind.

She’d looked glorious kneeling at my feet with my cock in her mouth, but knowing that I’d given her an orgasm that had her crashing to the sheets breathless with a hand thrown over her eyes was fucking phenomenal.

I knew if I kept going, I could force another one out of her, but the exhausted groan she let out as I licked up her release had me wanting to kiss her instead.

Our mouths had never touched throughout this encounter, and I found myself almost desperate for it as I removed my fingers and settled on the bed beside her. Her eyes were tightly closed, but the trace of a smile on her face had me wanting to roll her toward me—with a lot less clothing—and settle her on my chest until she was ready for more.

“Feeling better?” My fingers traced along the side of her cheek, carefully tucking a stray lock of hair that’d fallen from her tight bun. With a sigh, her eyes flickered open, and her head lolled in my direction. For once, the look directed toward me wasn’t irate, just satisfied and curious as she lifted a hand and smoothed back where she’d destroyed my hair. I didn’t mind one bit. Each out-of-place strand was a visual reminder of her pleasure and what we’d done.

I wasn’t sure what this meant, her sudden and impromptu blow job and then my reaction to her trying to run away.

On paper, we didn’t make sense, like Greek fire and water—explosive and destructive. But there was something about her I wanted to uncover. I wanted to push back the professional barriers she’d placed between us due to my often-terrible behavior.

“Don’t look so pleased with yourself. I’m not going to sleep with you.” Her voice was slightly raspy, but the defiance bled back in as she rolled to her side, mirrored my pose, and tucked her arms against her chest.

“I didn’t think you were.” Nor did I expect it. We both knew she was in charge.

Brows pinched together at my acquiescence, her lips pursed as she readied to confront me, likely to kick me out, but I wouldn’t let her brush me off anymore. While this afternoon may have been purely physical, something prompted her to jump me, and I wanted to find out what it was.

“Quit being a dick,” she huffed, pushing my hand away from the side of her face. I settled for placing it on her hip and scooting forward, so our chests touched.

“We both know that’s not going to happen either.”

A ghost of a smile crossed her full lips that were red from either biting or her very competent oral skills.

“You don’t need to stay here. We’ve got it out of our systems. We can just call it a lapse in judgment and return to work as normal next week.”

I chuckled, pulling her closer. She didn’t fight me, her small hand grasping my collar as her warm breath tickled my chin.

“Nothing will ever be normal about working with you ever again. You may be able to return to work like nothing happened, but I don’t think that’s an experience I will ever forget.”

“Stop.” Her voice was soft, but her eyes were desperate. Although, I didn’t see regret, so I wasn’t sure how to take this sudden return to the co-worker who despised me. “Don’t try to sweet-talk me. This is never happening again.”

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