Page 24 of More Than Words

“I know you’re in there! Get your hand out of your fuckin’ skirt and open this goddamn door before I make a scene and pound on the hallway door.”

I could hear a muffled curse and the unmistakable sound of the deadbolt on the other side of the door softly clicking.

Fuck yes.

Without allowing her to get it fully open herself, I pushed the door as soon as it started to creak open, grasping her hand before she could escape.

“Oh, I don’t think so. Where the fuck do you think you’re going?” I growled as I shouldered my way into the room and immediately swung her into my chest, bending down to grasp the back of her thighs and striding toward the king-sized bed along the opposite wall. She was fuckin’ delusional if she thought I wasn’t returning the favor—maybe with a prolonged little tease and orgasm denial of my own. Making her come wasn’t optional. I was going to get something inside that pussy.

“What are you doing?” she squealed while she pounded a fist against the back of my shoulder that turned into a moan as I sucked on the skin at the side of her neck.

“I’m taking care of you. No way am I letting you finger fuck yourself in here alone when I can taste how much you want it myself. But nice try at running away.”

“Maybe I wasn’t going to use my fingers.”

“Fuck that, you’re gonna cover my face with it. Or do you want me to watch you with some inadequate toy before I make you come again with my tongue harder than it can?”

“Wha—?” Her question turned into a moan as I slipped one hand beneath the hem of her skirt, my finger tracing the edge of the lace covering. And that’s when I felt the wet heat I knew she’d been hiding. Bingo.

“Fuck, you’re soaked. Did my dirty girl enjoy sucking my cock? Did it make you hot?”

“Fuck you,” she hissed as she bit down on my neck, but it spurred me on, my fingers pressing more insistently and rubbing against her throbbing clit. There was no way she could hide the effect her little act of dominance had, and my cock surged back to life, remembering how satisfied she’d looked when she’d maintained that defiant eye contact with me while she’d licked my dick like a fucking lollipop.

“Not right now, babe, but I’m sure we can work up to that. I believe your clit and I have some unfinished business.”

Throwing her back onto the mattress, I didn’t give her a chance to flee as I caged her in with one forearm across her stomach. The fingers of my other hand sought out her flimsy underwear, and I yanked them roughly down her thighs while she moaned with an arm thrown across her eyes.

“I don’t fuckin’ think so. You made me watch, so you’re gonna watch me as I make you come. Eyes down here, Isobel.”

She hesitated as she peeked beneath her forearm, giving me a wary look.

“I’ve got all night, babe. Watch what I do to you, or I’ll just keep you pinned down so I can tease you like you teased me.”

“I can do it myself.” Her pout was almost cute, and I had no doubt she could get herself off, but she’d started this game, and I was going to fuckin’ finish it.

“But you know it’ll feel better if I do it.”

“God, you’re so full of yourself,” she mumbled, and I laughed as my fingers crept back under her skirt, using the tips to tease her clit with barely there touches. I could do this all night. Unlike her, I didn’t give a shit about the networking people did during the conference dinners.

“Bet you’d like to be full of me too. A lot,” I teased before I pressed a finger inside her, searching for the place I knew could make her squirm. “But I’m gonna fuck you with my tongue first. Have you ridin’ my fingers and beggin’ for it.”

“Oh, fuck.” Her back arched as my thumb softly pressed on her clit, hovering while I added a second finger inside. She was panting and squirming against the sheets, her legs spread while my hands continued to tease her beneath the demure, professional skirt.

“Watch.” I lifted my forearm and rolled up the front hem of her skirt, revealing her pretty pink pussy. She wasn’t bare, but she clearly took grooming seriously with a neatly trimmed patch of light blonde hair.

“Hmm, looks like the carpet matches the drapes.” Leaning forward, I blew a stream of hot air where my thumb rested, enjoying how she squirmed and reached forward to grasp my shirt collar.

“You’re a dick,” she growled while I teased her, never increasing the pace of my fingertips.

“Yeah. But you already knew that. And it fuckin’ turns you on. Looks like you soaked the back of your skirt,” I chuckled, moving my thumb and replacing it with the tip of my tongue.

She released my collar and let out the sexiest moan as she fell back on the mattress, her hands tightly gripping the sheets on either side of her hips. Part of me wanted her fingers in my hair, holding me to her, but I knew with enough teasing that it’d happen without me asking.

“Mmm, so wet,” I hummed against her skin, enjoying the sucking sounds my fingers were making as they slowly fucked her. It didn’t matter if she liked me as a person. She clearly wanted my touch, and I didn’t plan to stop until she’d had hers.

I’d spent years fantasizing about what might be under her impenetrable professional exterior, and I was pleasantly surprised by the sensual, enticing woman she’d shown me this afternoon. Taking my time licking her pussy would be far from a hardship.

“Please stop being so soft,” she panted, with her head thrown to the side, but her eyes watched my every move.

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