He was pleased to note at that juncture she was wearing a dress.
“I need to go down on you,” he stated.
Her eyes flared and she retorted, “This is a problem for you, since I suddenly have the overwhelming urge to have you in my mouth.”
“Nora—”
She smiled a sultry smile as she leaned toward him. “You know you’re going to let me have what I want, Jamie.”
Her hand went to his crotch.
“Fuck,” he bit out.
“I’m sorry, darling,” she murmured as she shooed Heiress from between them.
She then made to move as if she was getting on her knees on the floor.
“Not on your knees,” he grunted.
Her eyes went from his lap to his face. “If I don’t?—”
“I’ll let you blow me, baby, but Nora Ellington does not get down on her knees.”
A different flare lit her eyes before she nodded, then she unzipped him.
Remaining beside him on the sofa, she bent to him when she released his hard, throbbing cock from his trousers.
He’d learned she didn’t fuck around when she did this. She wasn’t about teasing, and she wasn’t hesitant.
She was about results.
This wasn’t about hurrying through an unpleasant task.
No, Nora used skill, precision, dedication and urgency to provide the ultimate explosive experience.
As such, Nora worked his cock with mouth and hand until she gave Jamie that experience, and their sexy little secret, Nora Ellington swallowed.
Jamie had barely come down before he ordered, “Straddle.”
“Jamie—”
“Get astride me,” he demanded.
She hitched a leg over him.
He dipped a hand under her skirt and into her panties, feeling she was drenched.
Her head fell back.
He worked her, and he watched his work in her face, getting mildly hard again while listening to it as it heightened, crested and crashed over her.
He slid his hand from between her legs to cup her ass inside her panties when she collapsed against him, her forehead in the side of his neck.
And she brought them back to their earlier discussion.
“She’s the mastermind,” she murmured into his skin.
“I hate to admit it, but I think she is.”