Page 61 of To Catch A Rook

But never lost.

The distracted faraway stare into a stack of books on the edge of his desk caused a sharp pang in my twisted heart, and I couldn’t help reaching for my old friend.

I stepped into his space, and wrapped my arms around his tapered waist, rubbing a soothing hand down the ridge of his spine. When I rested my ear on his warm chest, the pounding rhythm of his heart drummed against my cheekbone a roiling stampede of torment.

He blew out a slow, deep breath onto the top of my head, ruffling my hair.

“Talk to me.” I switched into Spanish, softly crooning the words into the delicate fabric of his shirt. “Tell me, Aaron.”

Hebrought his muscular arms up to my torso and locked me into his embrace. We stood in silence for a few delicate moments before the bass resonance of his voice broke through it.

“I have been given an ultimatum that I do not wish to speak about.” His arms tensed around me, forcing me deeper into his chest. “Let me hold you,Mi Reina. I want to do nothing else.”

The soft plea gave me pause. Busting Aaron’s balls was almost a side hobby—the revolving door of sexual tension and shifting power was the very essence of who we’d become to each other—but this moment held a somber need I had never heard him utter.

I wouldn’t push him, not today. Tomorrow, we could go back to our usual dance.

I dipped my chin in acknowledgment, digging it into his sternum. He moved his hand up, and caressed my jaw with the pad of his thumb, before tipping my head upward to bring his lips to mine.

He tasted of bourbon and sin, and his mouth manipulated mine in a slow, thorough branding of my body. I’d savored the sweetness of Aaron more times than I could ever count, but this kiss held its own—a drugging claiming instead of the prelude to a fast fuck.

His tongue crept in, slowly wringing every drop of moisture from my mouth and depositing it right into my panties. The bulge of his cock grew between our bodies, pressing hard into my lower belly.

The kiss turned hungry. Soft nips along my neck turned into hard bites against my heated skin, and each grab of teeth filled my insides with molten need. I brought my hands up to his scalp, raked my nails through the silky strands of his mussed hair, and gripped him harder when he ripped the buttons off my blouse with a quick snap of his jaws.

Heburied his head between my breasts, the straight line of his nose nuzzling into my cleavage in teasing strokes.

“I need to fuck you,Mi Reina.” His muffled command hung in the air between us, and his attention stilled on my skin. “I need to feel you wrapped so tightly around my cock, my demons will leave me for just one night.”

My body responded, arching into his whispered words as he buried his face back into my chest, biting each nipple through the lace of my purple bra. He impatiently ripped away the rest of my blouse, frantically pulling it off my shoulders and throwing it to the other side of the room.

When he stepped back, eyes glazed with lust, and his cock stiff as steel, I was ragged with want.

In one fluid movement, he turned on his heel and locked the door, then he spun back around wearing a familiar look of determination.

“Will you let me fuck you bare? I have abstained from my employees and my testing is negative.”

I hated the feeling of condoms only slightly less than I hated strep throat, but I’d stick to my guns if Aaron was still dabbling with Club 7. I wasn’t catching crotch rot, at any cost, from a Rodriguez sex business.

Still, I believed him. In the heat of the moment, I did need to feel the silky heat of his cock spurting inside of me too.

I leveled my wanton stare at his fully dressed body and issued a command of my own. “Fuck me, Aaron.” I tilted my head in heated consideration. “Or would you like me to fuck you?”

The rabid glint in his eyes couldn’t be misconstrued. He paced the three steps until he once again stood directly in front of me. “Strip me,Mi Reina.”

I peered up at him through soft eyelashes before darkening my gaze with a sultry smile. “Yes, sir.”

I took my time unbuttoning the crumpled dress shirt, sliding it off his molded arms and gliding my fingers across every inch of skin. I unzipped the dress pants and pushed them down thick thighs until they rested on the floor at his feet. I bent to lift each foot and took them out of their cloth encasement. I rubbed my palms up the crisp hair of his legs before stopping at the hem of his silk boxer briefs to gently squeeze his sac.

His eyes closed and he shuddered beneath my touch as I worked him over until the head of his cock peeked out over the elastic band, glistening with a dewy drop of pre-cum.

Aaron got off on being in control, just as I did. But even more, he loved to be pampered.

I suckled his head into my mouth, licking the drop dry before dipping my tongue into his slit and relishing the demonic shiver as he fisted my hair to maintain his composure. The sharp tingle of pain raked across my scalp, but I wouldn’t stop until I had him completely writhing at my mercy.

I peeled the fabric down his legs, continuing to lick down the underside of his cock. Though thick thighs trembled, I held them in place and worked him over until he fully submitted.

“Lay down,” I ordered. Unclasping my bra, I tossed it behind Aaron’s desk. I shucked my skirt and panties lazily as he watched me from his new place on the carpet, his eyes hovering on the swollen hood of my clit.

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