Page 75 of Sweet Nothings

My heart races, and my veins pump with liquid heat. Lennon’s doing it again. Playing the perfect distraction. The conversation with Fred has finally left my office. My concern for Roe has now faded since she’s texted me. My only focus now is Lennon.

But over these past few weeks, I’m learning Lennon is more than just a distraction. My feelings for him aren’t simply physical. I think it’s a fact I’ve always known. Deep down in the places of my soul I choose to keep buried. Beneath all the feelings of being used by others and feeling unappreciated and undervalued in the corporate world. There’s a part of me that’sknown Lennon never was a simple one-night stand. He also isn’t only my husband on paper. He’s more. Much, much more.

I shrug, sitting back in my chair. I lift my hands and unbutton the rest of my blouse. When I walked in here this morning, I shrugged off my black suit jacket and undid the first three buttons of my dark blue silk blouse. Loosening the rest of the buttons, I slide out of my shirt, sitting in front of Lennon in only my black mini skirt and matching black lace, unlined bra. The sheer fabric leaves nothing to the imagination of what’s underneath. My hardened nipples are tiny hard as stone peaks under the black mesh.

“I’m open to an early lunch.”

Lennon snarls, the corner of his mouth curling into a delicious, satisfied grin.

“Good.” He growls. “Then, on your knees, sweet nothings.”

I do as he says and bend to my knees in front of him. Looking up at him with hooded eyes, I unbuckle his black belt, unbutton his black pants, and free him from both those and his boxer briefs. I slide them down his legs, freeing his fully erect and swollen cock.

My nails trail up his legs as I stare up at him. He hooks two fingers under my chin, feathering them along my skin.

My heart’s still racing, and my skin flashes with heat. I already want to feel him inside me, but I want to do this for Lennon more. Wrapping my fingers around his length, I pull him toward me. I swipe my tongue across my lips and open my mouth. My lips wrap around his mushroomed tip, sucking before sliding him farther in.

He grunts the deeper I take him, letting out one more once he hits the back of my throat.

“That’s it.” He hisses. “That’s it, sweet nothings. I don’t think there’s anything better than seeing you on your knees for me, ready and willing to suck on my cock.”

I look up at him, locking my eyes to his. He reaches down and places his hand on top of my head, guiding me. He pulls himself out, then back in, allowing us to fall into a rhythm. I suck in my cheeks and pucker my lips around his length, moaning when I place both my hands on the back of his thighs, pulling him impossibly deeper. It seems to spark something inside him. He begins moving faster, slamming himself into the back of my throat with every thrust.

“Fuck. I’m coming.” His hand massages my hair, creating a tangled mess.

He slams into my throat one more time before he suddenly stops moving. His cock pulsates as warm cum hits the back of my throat, and I swallow.

When he’s finished, he pulls out of my mouth and hooks his fingers under my chin again, urging me to stand.

He smiles as he catches his breath. He kisses my swollen mouth before quickly turning me around. Placing his hand on the small of my back, he bends me over my desk. I place my hands on either side of me, above my head and press my cheek to the cool wood.

Gripping onto my skirt, he lifts it up over my full bare cheeks.

“I stand corrected,” he drawls, running both hands over my cheeks. I feel his chest above my back when he leans forward, bringing his mouth to my ear. “There is something better than you on your knees in front of me. It’s you bare assed over your desk with your beautiful face staring up at me.”

I gasp and attempt to grip onto my desk when he rams himself into me. I’m soaking wet, making it easy for Lennon to drive himself down to the base. I stand on my bare toes when he pauses, keeping his hand pressed to the small of my back. I moan, resting my forehead on the desk, attempting to catch my breath. But everything inside me is fully aware of Lennon’s cock buried between my legs.

“Is this what you like?” he asks.

“Yes,” I cry as he pulls out and drives into me again.

“Don’t worry, sweet nothings.” His velvety voice slides over me like his hand drawing down the length of my back. “I’ll take care of you.”

And when he slides his hand along my spine until he’s reached my tailbone, I know there’s deeper meaning to what he says.

I’ll take care of you.

My heart is too erratic, and my body is too focused on Lennon behind me to make out the invisible circles he draws on my back. It’s quick, and I try to memorize the shapes he makes. It’s almost as if he’s a spy leaving me to decipher a secret code in invisible ink. Or begging for me to open the window he’s been eager to peek through. The one to my soul that will finally let him all the way in.

I hold my breath when he places both hands on my hips and thrusts back in and out of me. He’s slow at first, but with every thrust, he picks up the pace until my walls tighten around him. I stand on my toes as my orgasm rips through me. I dig my fingertips into the wood, hoping they’ll anchor me to my desk, but they don’t.

Lennon places his hand over my mouth, muffling the scream climbing its way out up my throat. My legs quiver and my blood tingles as my orgasm rocks through my body.

When I’m finished, Lennon leans forward and kisses the spot on my back where he ghosted his fingers in secret code. After he pulls himself out of me and straightens my skirt, I stand, sliding my arms back into my shirt. My stomach grumbles loudly, and my cheeks heat with embarrassment.

“Hunger not fully satisfied?” he teases.

“This is a different kind of hunger.” I smile.

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