Page 9 of Bona Fide

Her full lips wrap around her blunt, but she keeps her gaze locked on me like she’s thinking about it.

Reaching over to my desk, she deposits it somewhere on top. I don’t bother to look because her fingers start to work the button of my pants. I pry my lips apart to speak, but she already has her hand in my hair, dragging my mouth to hers.

My dick eagerly twitches in my pants, ready for her contact, but my brain is telling me to relax, that she doesn’t need to do this.

We need to talk. I need to tell her everything that happened. Why Demi is still somewhat in my life and what I plan on doing moving forward.

Then her hand wraps around my length, and my ass falls with a thud on top of my desk. My knees weaken, not being able to hold up my own weight. Not being able to handle her body pressed up against mine again. The way I want to touch her and make her as weak as me right now. I want to swallow her moans while I take her over the edge.

Reagan breaks from me, my cock springing free from my pants as she bends down to lick the tip.

“Geezus,” I hiss, clasping the sides of my desk. “Reagan, please stop—” Her mouth downs my cock, hitting the back of her throat, and I’m done.

Her wet lips go up and down the length of me, sucking and licking the side of my shaft. She pulls her dark hair away from her left side, letting me see the view in front of me as she gets on her haunches.

Purple eyes peer up at me, innocent and sexy, wanting to discover what’s waiting for her from me. And it’s all lust, pure and unadulterated fervor for this woman. My body reacts to her so violently that it overtakes all my senses. All my red flags.

And all my thoughts are solely on her.

She’s unlike anything or anyone I’ve ever experienced in my life. The power she wields within her is something I haven’t come across yet, and I wasn’t ready. All I was prepared for was to call out a fifty-something-year-old woman on that stupid Bumblebee app for stealing a model’s pictures and coming up with a fake profile.

Not this stunning, head-turner who snapped mine the moment she waltzed in my direction at Montgomery’s anniversary party.

“Reagan,” I moan as she licks my cock like an ice cream cone on a hot summer day. She doesn’t stop, taunting and teasing, until I coerce myself to cup her face and pull her from me. “I can’t be bought into letting you go by you sucking my dick. I just want to—”

“I don’t do anything I don’t want to do,” she pledges, hitting me with her intense and now darkened eyes. “Let me.”

My brows furrow before she leans forward to retake my cock.

“You’re going to—fuck.” She’s sucking me like a Kirby vacuum cleaner, and my dick isn’t going to hold out for that much longer. “That feels so good.”

“Are you going to come in my mouth, Governor?” she mutters with my length hovering over her lips.

“Yes,” I croak out. She smiles, satisfied with my answer before coming down on me again.

Another suck and lapse of her wicked tongue and my balls start to swell, signaling I'm close to my release.

“I’m going to come,” I groan out, my fingers lacing through her thick hair. I fuck her mouth, my instincts take over, my body separating from my rational thoughts. Reagan moans deep, humming along my shaft as she gives it another suck before letting it pop from her lips.

Straightening her body, her dark eyes look at me under furrowed brows. “You’ll never come with me again. That’s what you’ll get from me. And if we’re going to continue to work together, if you want to force me to do your stupid little parties and events, suit up, Governor. You’ve never fucked with a bitch like me.”

Twirling on her heels, she strides from my office. Her ass waving goodbye to me as my hard cock twitches in protest at her exit.

Yeah. No shit.

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