Page 59 of Resisting Mr Black

“So, my idea would be perfect for that,” I exclaim.

“Yes, and we’d need the help of your friend, Olly, for your idea, wouldn’t we?” He brushes the front of his white shirt with the back of his hand and avoids my gaze. His voice is dripping with insinuation and the penny drops.

“Is this because… I was with Olly?”

He settles back into the chair and curls his hands around the wooden arm rests. “You mean Olly, the guy who wants to fuck you?” His gaze hardens.

Part of me wants to laugh out loud but I get the impression he’s not in the mood. “You’re jealous of Olly?”

His eyebrow arches. “No, but I don’t want other guys salivating over what’s mine.”

A flame of desire ignites between my thighs at his possessiveness. I know he’s being cocky and stupidly jealous, but I can’t stop the flap of my heart against my rib cage. “I’m yours?”

“Every inch.” He tilts his head to the side as he opens up his arms, beckoning for me to sit on his lap. His gaze softens. “Please, come here.”

I hesitate as a surprising thought strikes me. For all his good looks and success, he’s massively insecure. Maybe Olly’s view of his character was partly true. Maybe it is all an image, a shiny veneer to impress and seduce. Now I’m starting to scratch beneath the surface, I’m beginning to discover the real him, vulnerabilities and all.

I get up from the seat and walk around to his chair, lowering myself onto his lap. No sooner has my backside touched down on top of his thighs, his hands are on my hips pulling me backwards against his chest.

“I know I acted like an arsehole with George. He was the only one here and I took it out on him.”

At least he’s admitting it. “It’s not his fault. Don’t be such a shit.”

He rests his head back against the chair and sighs. “I just kept thinking about you being downstairs with a guy who clearly wants you.”

I twist around in his lap to face him. I need to reassure him. Like he did to me, with Tara. “You’ve got nothing to worry about with Olly, or anyone for that matter.”

His eyes slide to rest on mine. “I’m not worried about you. I know what guys are like when they see a beautiful woman. Remember that guy in Bar Red? They’re all like him. They’re animals.” He grazes a fingertip down my cheek. “I’ve waited a long time for this. Nothing’s going to fuck it up.”

My heart ricochets around my chest. “What have you waited a long time for?”

“You.”

I swoon.

Soft lips cover mine as he kisses me languidly, our tongues dancing in unison. My hand slides down his chest as I feel my way across the peaks and dips of his muscles coming to rest on the bulge of his crotch. He lets out a deep groan from the back of his throat as I press my palm against him, and he pushes his groin against my hand, increasing the pressure. I unfasten his trousers and slip my fingers beneath the material of his boxer shorts, closing my hand around his thick, erect cock. He pulls his lips away from mine a fraction and sucks in a deep breath as if to steady himself. I feel his fingers in my ponytail as he wraps it around his hand like a rope. His eyes snap open. Liquid pools of black stare back at me.

“Suck me.”

My eyes widen in panic and swing to the closed office door. I want to pleasure him, of course I do, but there’s something about doing it at work that makes me nervous.

“Here?”

“Right now.”

“What if someone comes in?”

“My next appointment’s not for ten minutes.”

His reply abates my nerves a little.

I flash him a smile as I slide off his lap and lock eyes with him as I kneel in between his thighs. “I’d better be quick then.”

He lifts his hips and pushes down his trousers and underwear allowing his cock to spring flat against his stomach. The only sound in the room is the deep, slow breaths coming from him as he keeps his eyes fixed on me.

I make sure I hold his gaze as I run my tongue over my lips to moisten them and curl my hand around the base of his cock. Thick, purple, and glistening with pre-cum, it’s in need of some special attention.

“Open,” he breathes.

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