Page 23 of In Charge

Chapter 11

Maya

I looked up at Robbie, pleased with the satisfied look on his face. I hadn’t intended on dropping to my knees and taking him into my mouth. I’d planned on yelling at him for disappearing and leaving me alone to deal with this crisis. A crisis he created; I might add. I should’ve been mad at him—furious, even. But when he walked through that door, all I saw was hurt and desire in his eyes. Suddenly, his pain became more important than my anger, and his desire stirred my own agonizing need to be closer to him. All I wanted to do was make the hurt go away and satisfy the desire.

I stood, and took my time unbuttoning his shirt. Seeing his bare chest for the first time rendered me speechless. I ran my hands along his chest, taking in the curves of his muscles and rock-hard abs. I shifted my eyes to his and smiled.

“This isn’t what I expected.” A hint of his pain returned to his eyes. “I thought you’d be so mad at me. I came here prepared to beg for your forgiveness.”

“At first, I was mad, but I know you didn’t do it to hurt me. This was about your father.” I brushed my lips across his jawline before I looked up at him again. As soon as our eyes locked, he grabbed hold of me, lifting me off the ground. I wrapped my legs around him and his bare cock—ready again for round two—pressed against me. I latched onto his hair and pulled his lips to mine, hungry for more of him. He drove his tongue deeper into my mouth, and this time, I was the one to moan. His eagerness for more of me turned me on even more.

“I didn’t want to do this here.” He said through ragged breaths. “You deserve better.”

I pulled my mouth from his and studied his eyes. I wasn’t exactly sure what he meant, but I interpreted it to mean I was more than a quick fuck in my office. At least, I hoped that was his meaning. “What I deserve is to have you inside me, now.”

He laughed and sat me back on my desk. His lips locked with mine again, and I heard the shuffle of papers behind me. His hands slipped behind me and found the clasp to my bra. Brushing his fingertips up my back and to my shoulders, he looped a finger in each bra strap. In slow, steady movements, he pulled the straps down my arm. His chest pressed against mine, and my nipples hardened at the skin-to-skin contact. He felt so damn good against me.

This time he broke our kiss and let his eyes roam down my body. He inhaled sharply when his eyes rested upon my breasts, and I couldn’t help but smile. Seeing the hunger in his eyes made me that much more excited to be with him. He lightly brushed his thumb over a nipple, causing me to arch my back in response. My body begged for his mouth to be on me again—breasts, neck, mouth, anywhere—but instead he reached around me and undid my hair, which fell in curls around my shoulders and past my breasts.

“My God, you’re beautiful.”

“You’re not so bad yourself.” I skimmed my hands up his chest and grinned. Feeling playful, I ran my hands down his strong arms, taking his shirt with them. I bit my bottom lip before leaning forward and nipping at his firm pecks. I slipped my hand around his hard cock and stroked while I kissed up to his neck. “Are you going to fuck me this time, Mr. Pennington?”

He growled, and the corner of his lips curled up. “You’re relentless with that. Keep it up, and you’ll find out.”

“Mr. Pennington,” I said in a soft, teasing tone.

His reaction was unexpected. I wanted him to take me hard and fast—I needed hard and fast after the day I had—but instead, he gently brushed his lips across mine before kissing a trail down my neck and to my chest. He moaned when he took my stiffened peaks into his mouth and sucked and nibbled until I begged for more. I, too, moaned, and my head fell back on my desk. I no longer possessed enough control to remain sitting. Robbie’s breathing increased along with my own. He greedily sucked my breasts, taking an impressive amount of my ample bosom into his mouth. With every touch of his lips and tongue, I wanted more. “Robbie, fuck me. Please ... fuck ... fuck me.”

I felt his smile grow against my chest. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. This time I will.” He latched onto a nipple with his teeth and bit down in the most pleasurable way imaginable. I was ready to burst and called out his name again. He twirled his tongue around and around before he moved to the other, giving it the same intense treatment.

He pulled away from me. I was about to pull him back when he slipped his hands underneath me and unzipped my skirt. “I’m going to savor every single inch of your body, Maya.” In a smooth, slow movement, he pulled my skirt down. All that remained were my high heel shoes and a flimsy piece of lace between my legs. “Fuck, you’re so hot.”

He reclaimed my breasts, more aggressively this time. He couldn’t get enough of me, and it was hot as hell. His hands connected with my hips as his lips made their way down my stomach. He kissed the top of my panties before taking the elastic between his teeth and pulling them down. Without hesitation, I kicked off my shoes and pulled my feet up on the desk and spread my legs for him. “Please, Robbie. You’re killing me. I want you inside me.”

He lifted one of my legs and held it out so he could kiss the inside of my ankle. “You want me, or you need me?”

“Fuck, what’s the difference?” I propped myself up on my elbows and glared at him. “Must you be difficult right now?”

“Feisty. I like it.” He grinned and ran his tongue along the length of my leg all the way to my center. I squealed and squirmed under his touch. He looped an arm around my waist and pulled me close. Gently, he pressed his lips to mine and said, “The difference is, you can do without the things you want, but not the things you need.”

He held his eyes on mine, a fire burning in his warm brown eyes. I kissed his cheek, the rough bristles of his beard scratching my tender, swollen lips. His free hand slowly worked its way up the inside of my thigh until his fingers slid between my wet center. I moaned. Giving into him, I nibbled on his earlobe and whispered, “I need you inside me, Mr. Pennington.”

“Dammit, Maya.” His fingers slid between my folds and found my clit. “You’re killing me with that.” My body jerked from his touch and when he slid his fingers inside me, my insides contracted. “And you’re so fucking wet.”

“It’s because ... I ... I need you.” My head fell back as Robbie worked another finger inside me. He slowly kissed his way down my neck, chest, and stomach while massaging my clit with his thumb. I was so close to coming and yet he kept me right on the edge. “Oh, my God!”

I was about to come when he pulled his thumb away from my clit. A husky groan escaped my lips, knowing damn well he denied me intentionally, building the anticipation of my release. He moved his fingers in and out of me slowly, avoiding my clit. “What’s the matter, Maya?” His mouth was between my legs, so close I felt his words brush against my most sensitive parts. He replaced his fingers with his tongue, and this time I screamed. He worked his tongue in and out of me and then licked up my center until he flicked his tongue against my clit. Dammit, the anticipated pleasure was too much, and I pressed myself closer to his mouth with a heavy breath. “Do you need more of that?”

“Yes.” My breath was ragged. “Please ... more.”

He slid his fingers deeper inside me and his mouth sucked at my clit. What he did to me felt so damn good, I was losing control. I reached my arms over my head and grabbed the edge of my desk. I needed something to hang onto as the intense pleasure mounted between my legs. Robbie pushed his fingers deeper, harder, and faster with each movement his mouth teased my clit. Every muscle in my body tensed, and my insides contracted against the thrust of his fingers and his mouth.

“Dammit, Robbie,” I screamed as he continued to lick and suck, but he stopped just shy of letting me reach my climax. It was intense, frustrating, and exciting all at once. His tongue concentrated on my clit, and just when I thought he was going to let me come, my phone rang.

“Fuck,” I gasped. “Not now.” I ignored the call, letting it ring until it silenced. Robbie only paused for a brief second, and then he continued his assault. My phone rang again, and the excitement building inside me crashed. “Shit, that’s gotta be important.”

“You can answer it, but I’m not stopping.” His fingers continued to slide in and out of me and he licked me hard, refusing to let go.

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