Page 62 of The Rules of Playing with Fire

We had polished off almost half the cake when she said, “Ugh, I can’t eat anymore, but I want to. It’s so good!”

“We can finish the rest tomorrow,” I said, grabbing the box she pushed toward me.

“We’ll have to!” she said with widened eyes. “It’ll be a crime to throw it away.”

I kissed her cheek and got off the bed to put the box in the refrigerator. When I returned, my phone buzzed with another call. This time from Oliver, another associate at my company.

“I need to take this, babe. Is that alright?” She nodded, and I placed a kiss on her cheek.

But the moment I answered the phone, she jumped off the bed and landed before me.

“Yes, Ollie?” I said, raising my brows at Sona as Oliver’s voice reached my ear.

“Is this a good time?” he asked.

“Yes,” I said, and he began giving me updates on the company that had just hired us.

Sona kissed her finger and brought it to my lips. “Are you ready to receive, Cowboy?” she whispered.

Then, without warning, she pulled down my pants and briefs and pushed me down to the bed. I flopped, and the clothing pooled inelegantly around my ankles. An embarrassing gasp escaped my mouth.

Thankfully, Ollie was too busy rattling off the details to notice the shift in my demeanor. I considered putting myself on mute, but that would be unprofessional. Absolutely unlike me.

I soldiered on while Sona slipped to her knees and brushed her palm over my tender skin. I rose up to the occasion, fast and thick. She rubbed me until she got the desired result, then gripped me in her hand. Her long, slender fingers, painted in a matte nude, glided seductively along my cock. She locked her eyes with me, looking for a reaction in them. I gave her none, the same way she had denied me the pleasure of her moans. That irked her.

But I had anticipated her next move and prepared myself to avoid another faux pas of a gasp. The moment she brought her warm mouth on me, I let my abdomen take the tumble instead of my chest. It was the first time I had felt the pleasure of her soft, delightful tongue, only I couldn’t focus on it. Not entirely, at least.

I turned my attention back to Oliver’s voice. Years of practice had made me a highly efficient multitasker, a talent I counted on at this moment. I marshaled my brain cells toward Ollie as he recited some numbers.

“Right now, we should focus on retaining the current valuation of the company. I want details on all non-core assets and more strategies for attracting fresh capital,” I said to him before my mind turned back to the woman between my thighs.

I could feel every movement of Sona’s sweet mouth, her moist lips wreaking havoc, testing my endurance. I needed to borrow a few more seconds for myself.

“Alright, I’ll get Kim on it first thing tomorrow,” he said.

I felt Sona going further down my length, but I managed to deflect the sensations threatening to consume me. I fell back on the bed to make it difficult for her to torment me. She’d have to reset her stance, and that would give me a moment more.

“No, this is grunt work you can hand off to someone else,” I interjected bluntly, and Ollie took no offense. Everyone at my company was aware of my ways and a certain tone meant for business. “I want her on the Spurs account. Did you get a chance to look at it?”

“Yes,” he said and summarized his analyses for me, but my mind was struggling quite hard—with all the puns involved in that statement.

Sona was unrelenting. Propped up on her knees now, she brought her fingers to my hips, dug them in, and dragged them all the way down my thighs while her head bobbed up and down. Tighter, harder, faster. Fuck!

I grabbed at the only thing I could reach to slow her down—her hair. I slid my hand against her scalp and fisted her curls. But instead of deterring her, it worked to arouse her further. She let out a loud moan, which I prayed didn’t reach Oliver’s ears.

As my grip on her hair tightened, she brought both her hands to stroke me, and her mouth continued its torment.

“And I spoke to Patel yesterday. Everything is set up for the meeting when you return. I’ve emailed you everything,” he said, only I couldn’t reply. I struggled to redirect my thoughts.

“Give me a moment, Ollie,” I said and muted the microphone. “Fuck!” I growled at Sona.

My seductress grinned as I pulled myself up, kicked the clothes off my feet, and stepped away from her. A seductress she was—an evil one at that. She knew I wouldn’t be able to keep my eyes off her, even as I walked toward the living area. She promptly removed her top, lay down on the bed, and gripped her nipples between her fingers, pinching them erect, circling the dark areolas around them. Her other hand traveled lazily from her chest over the abdomen right to her sleep shorts, rubbing the soft silk with her ridiculously seductive fingers.

I glared at her before turning away and returning to my phone call. I pretended I had taken the time to look at Oliver’s email and said, “Everything looks good. Let’s have an internal meeting before we talk to Patel though.”

“Sure thing. I’ll send out the calendar invites.”

“Thanks,” I said, eager to get off the call. I made sure to end it before I walked back to Sona.

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