Page 46 of Tempted By Eden

Lunch with me?

I quickly type back.

Cora

Be there in five.

Maybe this is the right moment to figure out where we stand. To talk about last night. About us.

I gather my things and head to James’s office. When I reach the door, I pause, smoothing my dress and taking a calming breath before walking in.

“Hey.”

James looks up, flashing a lazy, sexy grin that makes my stomach flip. “Thought we could have lunch together. I ordered Thai.” He gestures to the take-out boxes spread across his desk.

“Perfect.” I grab a couple of boxes and head toward the couch, but before I sit, his phone rings.

“Shit,” he mutters, frowning as he checks the caller ID. “Give me a second?”

I nod, settling on the couch with my food as he answers the call. At first, I focus on laying out our lunch, but the low timbre of his voice keeps drawing my attention. His brow furrows as the conversation drags on, and I can tell it’s going to be more than a second.

An idea sparks—a wicked one. Without overthinking it, I set the food aside and slide off the couch, lowering myself to the floor on all fours. The cool marble against my palms sends a shiver up my spine as I slowly crawl toward him, arching my back just enough to draw his attention.

His eyes flick down, and when they meet mine, desire flares in them. I stop between his legs, sitting back on my haunches, and his gaze drops to my cleavage spilling out of my dress. His hand tightens on the phone, but he doesn’t stop me when I reach for his belt, loosening it like I did last night. I tug down his pants just enough to free his hardening cock and eagerly wrap my hand around his length. James inhales sharply, adjusting his position in the chair as I slide my hand from the base to the head, squeezing the tip. His eyes meet mine, and he raises an eyebrow in question, a silent dare. Smirking, I lean forward, my lips brushing the tip of his cock before taking him in my mouth.

He jolts at the contact, his free hand gripping the edge of his desk. His eyes close briefly, and when they open again, they’re a shade darker. I continue lapping at his cock like a lollipop, and I’m doing it on purpose to drive him insane.

He hits the mute button. “Stop teasing,” he snaps. “Suck me like a good girl.”

I love it when he makes demands. My body responds instinctively, the desire coiling tight inside me. I know exactly what he wants, and the thrill of it—of giving in—makes my pulse race.

I coat his shaft in saliva, bobbing my head up and down in the rhythm that he loves. I know exactly how to please him, and the low groan that escapes his throat tells me I’m doing just that.

But then, in a move that surprises me, James puts the phone down on his desk, unmuting the call.

I pause, confused, but his hand on the back of my head urges me to keep going.

Really? He’s putting this guy on speaker while I’m sucking him off?

I glance up at him, eyes wide, and he brings a finger to his lips, signaling for silence. The challenge in his expression sends a burst of adrenaline through me, and I can’t help but smirk.

Game on.

The voice on the other end of the line drones on about budget reports or something equally boring, but I couldn’t care less. All I can focus on is the heaviness of James in my mouth, the taste of him, the way his breathing catches every time I take him deeper. I increase the pressure, swirling my tongue around his head before sliding down again. His fingers tangle in my hair, guiding me, controlling the rhythm.

“Fuuuck,” he whispers.

I glance up and his eyes lock on mine. His hand tightens in my hair as I suck harder. The wet sounds of my mouth on his cock fill the room, obscenely loud against the conversation happening on the speakerphone.

“I’ll need to speak to marketing…” the voice drones on, but I can tell James isn’t listening anymore. He’s close—very close.

With a faint audible groan, he manages to cut the call short. “Report back on Monday.” And with that, he hangs up, just in time. His climax crashes through him, and he comes hard in my mouth, his body tensing as he spills down my throat. I swallow everything, savoring the taste of him, and when I pull back, his eyes are glazed.

He drags me up onto his lap, kissing me hard, not caring about the salty taste of himself on my lips. “That was fucking hot,” he murmurs against my mouth.

I laugh, breathless. “Consider it my contribution to the workday.”

“You always this dangerous?” His grin is sinful.

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