Page 15 of In Another Time

Perfect. The club had always been more than just a business—it was my therapy, my creative outlet. But tonight, nothing was working to distract me. Because she wasn’t here.

Then Micah said it. “Yo, O. . . someone’s here.”

I turned toward the door and damn near forgot how to breathe.

Lennox.

She stood in the entryway like she owned the light behind her. Fitted black skirt hugging every inch of those hips. White blouse tucked in just right, heels clicking like a metronome to my pulse. Hair up in that effortless bun with a few tendrils framing her face like she stepped out of a daydream. And those eyes? Locked on mine, not a hint of hesitation.

No smile. No words. Just heat.

“Boss?” Micah’s voice sounded a mile away.

“Huh?”

“I’m gonna grab some things. Be back in a half.”

I didn’t even answer. My eyes were on her, and when I looked back, the door was already locked. Lennox stepped in. One click of the lock. One step closer.

And then her mouth was on mine.

No warning. No preamble. Just raw, hungry, soul-snatching need. That kiss told me everything—she’d missed me too. Her lips were fire, tongue tangling with mine like she needed me tosurvive. I dropped the clipboard, grabbed her waist, pulled her so tight against me it was like I wanted to fuse us together.

Her hands threaded through my hair, her nails scraping lightly over my scalp, and I groaned into her mouth. “Fuck, I missed you,” I growled, already walking her back toward my office, never breaking the kiss.

Buttons popped. Clothes hit the floor. She was frantic, and I was just as bad. We stumbled into the office, the door slamming shut behind us. Before I could blink, she had my shirt open, her lips all over my chest, her breath hot and shaky.

“You gonna fuck me like you missed me?” she whispered, her voice dipped in sin.

I looked her dead in the eye. “Hell yeah.”

In one motion, I spun her, pinned her to the wall, and slid her skirt up past her hips. She wore the sexiest pair of black lace panties, already damp, clinging to her like second skin. I yanked them down and dropped to my knees.

“Spread your legs.”

She obeyed, breath trembling, back arched against the wall.

Her pussy was right in front of me—plump, juicy, glistening. That scent? That sweet, intoxicating aroma that could bring a man to his knees without effort? Yeah. I dove in.

I licked slowly at first, savoring her. Letting her feel every flick of my tongue as I slid through her folds, deliberately avoiding her clit.

“Oh my God, Omir,” she gasped, hands gripping my head. “Pleaseeee. . .”

I looked up and smirked. I sucked her clit into my mouth and hummed low, sending vibrations through her body. She jerked, legs trembling, but I held her steady—one hand gripping her thigh, the other sliding under her ass, pulling her forward so I could bury my face deeper in her.

Her moans were filthy. Desperate. She rocked against my mouth like her body didn’t know how to stop. I tongue-fucked her, let her grind on my face, let her ride it until her legs started shaking and her moans turned into sobs.

“I’m—Omir, I’m gonna—shit—don’t stop,” she cried.

I didn’t. I ate her like she was my last meal, licking up her wetness like she was sacred. Her pussy clamped down on my tongue, and she shattered right there against the wall, cumming so hard her knees buckled. I had to hold her up.

When she came down, her breath was ragged, lips parted, eyes glassy with lust. “Damn,” she whispered. “I forgot how dangerous your mouth is.”

I stood, licked her taste from my lips, and kissed her hard. Then I scooped her up and carried her to my desk, laying her back and unbuckling my belt with one hand. “Take it off,” I said, nodding to her blouse. She tore it open, her bra following, tits spilling out, nipples dark and hard. She reached for me, but I caught her wrists and pressed them above her head. “Let me look at you first.”

That body? Still undefeated. Curves for days. Her pussy was still glistening, her thighs slick, breath shallow. I released my dick, thick and hard, and guided the tip to her entrance. “You ready for me?” She nodded, biting her lip. “Nah. I need to hear you say it.”

“I’m ready,” she whispered. “I want all of it.”

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