Page 43 of The Suit

“That’s a car?”

“It’sthecar.”

She didn’t offer up anything further, and I could have easily been mistaken for a statue for how still I was while her fingers continued tracing on their own; I’d barely even let out the breath I’d been holding in case I startled her.

“I came because I can’t stop thinking…” she muttered.

“About me? Was I right…?” I grinned, then even more so as it earned me another scowl

before her face softened again with a shade of coyness I’d never seen her wear; a vulnerability I wanted to know more about.

She chewed on her lip as I waited for her answer. “About Friday.”

I held onto her wrists, halting the hypnotic-like quality of her movements across my chest. “Me either. I meant what I said.”

She took a deep breath as if for the first time realizing where we were and what we were doing, then peered toward the door.

“I shouldn’t be here. I hate you.”

Two things that may have been true, probably were true, but shewashere, and the flash of her pupils dilating kept me from letting her leave. It was my turn to start touching; my hands found their way to the back of her neck, to the top of the zipper which fastened the dress hugging curves so delicious I may as well have been walking with a white cane for all I’d noticed of them before Friday. Even at school I had very little memory of how beautiful she was, but I was starting to wonder if perhaps I was the only one.

I slowly,slowlybegan pulling it down, waiting for her to stop me, which she didn’t.

“I’m beginning to think that maybe you don’t hate me quite so much. Maybe you only think you do.”

“No,” she exhaled, her head lolling to the side slightly as I eased the dress off her smooth shoulders, revealing a dark gold bra the color of the shirt I’d bought her. “I hate you.”

“Yeah?” I leisurely ran my knuckles over her rock-hard nipples, then dipped inside, moving the lace to one side. My dick twitched as her breath caught, “Hate me when I do this?”

I flicked it with the tip of my tongue before taking it between my teeth then sucked hard, and something between a moan and a gasp escaped her lips whether she meant it to or not.

“Yes.”

“How about when I do this…” I pulled the dress further, revealing a toned, flat stomach that I trailed my lips down, filling my lungs with her scent - like warm summer evenings - until I reached her belly button, running my tongue inside while my thumbs brushed against her nipples. “Hate me now?”

“So much…” she let out on a breath.

My hands ghosted her rib cage, brushing along the sensitive skin stretching the underside of her breasts, letting the bra fall to the floor and I knelt before her, removing the last of her dress. It pooled round her feet, followed by her panties until she was standing in front of me, naked save for her heels. I’d felt her curves when my hands roamed across her, gripping her as we fucked in her office, imagining what they’d look like, but it hadn’t been this. Here, now, she was glorious; silky smooth skin, like liquid bronze, begging for my attention, which it would be receiving imminently.

Her thighs were still closed from the restraints her panties were trapping her in, but there was still enough space for me to see a glistening trail of arousal running down the cleft at her apex, and plenty of room for me to stretch her out and have her exactly as I wanted her.

“And what about now?”

She shot forward with the moan I’d been waiting to hear again since Friday, as I licked up that trail and my tongue found her clit, peaked like a tiny pearl and perfectly ripe for my picking.

“Jesus, fuck.”

I chuckled, the vibrations sending convulsions down her spine, her fingers lancing through my hair and gripping it before she lost balance. I stopped and glanced up; she was a sight, cheeks pinkened and the dimple making an appearance as her mouth softened, but only for a moment.

“What are you doing? Why did you stop?” she demanded in her usual brusque tone, and I briefly wondered if fucking her long term would be akin to time spent in the army, ordered around by a sergeant major, taking instruction for her bidding. I ignored another twinge in my chest, pushing away thoughts of her fucking anyone else.

“Let me make something very clear to you, Holmes.” I stared up at her heaving chest while my thumb began circling her thigh, inching closer to the exact spot she needed pressure. “You might think you’re some fucking hotshot lawyer, associates quaking in your wake, bowing to your every command… but here, in my house, in my bed - in any fucking place I choose - I’m the one giving orders. It is not your place to question the way I make you feel. I’m in charge. Understood?”

She glared at me, but the distraction of my thumb whispering toward her clit was too much, and all she could manage was a curt nod.

“Good girl. And Beulah?” I grinned, waiting until she deigned to look at me again. “I willblow your fucking mind. Now step out of these, because I’m going to feast.”

I helped ease her out of her panties and the dress, then with one swift movement, which had her gasping in a way that set my dick at full mast under my towel, I picked her up and threw her down on the long sectional.

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