Page 93 of Taste of Addiction

“That’s it?”

“It’s a mighty fine view.” I glance down at his erection. “And suck you off,” I say casually, making him laugh. “But if your hands move from where I placed them, it’s all over.”

A wicked smile breaks out over his lips. “You play hardball.”

I ignore his comment and slide down his body so that my mouth is lined up over his cock. I hold my breath and slide him into the back of my throat on the first suck.

“Fuck, baby! You better not be practicing elsewhere,” he snarls. “Your talents are for me only.”

As soon as I feel his hand in my hair, I pull back and get up. “Well, that was fun,” I say sweetly, looking down at his shocked face.

“Angela…”

“Too bad you broke the rule. Theonlyrule. Ya couldn’t just lie there and look pretty, could ya? And you messed up my science experiment to see if the pineapple you’ve been eating this week has made any impact on”—I gesture toward his crotch—“your taste.”

I turn and walk out of the closet, leaving him in a desperate state on the floor. This is too fun. Except, I only make it about two yards before I am thrown over his shoulders and my ass gets smacked hard, making me yelp.

“What are you doing?”

“Being the bad boy you crave.”

He tosses me onto the bed, and I bounce from the impact. I get up on my knees and dart toward him and knock him back.

“You seriously want to wrestle?” he challenges. “You forget that I was an All-American wrestler?”

I kneel back on my heels and keep my face as straight as I can. “That was like a decade ago. You are slower now. Older.” I allow my eyes to lazily stroll along his body until they stop at his cock. “Softer.”

He shakes his head at me and laughs. Then he darts toward me and has me pinned underneath him before I can even let out a yelp.

“Damn,” I exhale, letting the word drag to a hum. “I’m in trouble, aren’t I?”

“Let’s see what this old man of yours can still do.”

* * *

Graham and I enter HH with to-go cups of coffee in hand and a takeout bag of pastries. We squeezed in a mini-walk, post-walk sex, and shower sex all before nine o’clock. I feel energized and ready for my day.

“Lots of meetings today?” I ask, waving to the regular security guards. I am starting to get used to them and see them as less judgmental of me than I did weeks ago.

“It’s a pretty packed day. I’m about to launch an idea for a new line.”

I look up at him as we wait at the elevator bank. “Oh yeah?”

“Yup. One that is more affordable.”

I giggle at his megawatt smile. “You have all the good ideas.”

“Best idea I ever had was to pursue my current girlfriend. I should introduce you to her, because in fact, this washeridea. She is pretty amazing and smart and knows how to see things from a different perspective. She is also stubborn, very intelligent, and determined to make me lose my mind on any given day.”

I smack his arm as we enter the car. I love that he is taking my opinions to heart. That my voice matters. That I matter. “She better be good in the sack.”

“Only complaint I have is that she wants me all the damn time. Can’t keep her hands to herself and basically treats me like her personal sex toy. She’s going to rub me raw.”

I gasp and glance around the empty confined space—as if someone is going to hear. “Shush!”

“It’s okay though. I’m fine being objectified. Whatever keeps her happy.” He winks. “Plus, she is super hot. And her pretty pink pussy is”—he gives a chef’s kiss—“divine.”

I blush over his comments. He has a talent for making me uncomfortable but in a good way. Keeps me on my toes.

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