Page 87 of The Seven Month Itch
Justice
The sting from Terrence’s slap sends a wave of heat through my body. I squirm against his thighs, trapped on his shaft pumping, in and out of me. His neckties gag my mouth and restrain my hands. He laughs and mouthsbehavebefore he reaches for the mute button on his phone. “I agree with Chris.” The scent of his aftershave lulls me into a trance at the flick of his finger on one of my nipples. “Let’s have our grand opening in September but offer exclusive access in August for any professional team that needs the space.”
His tongue swirls around the peak, and my whimper earns me a warning glare. I shudder with every graze of his teeth on my sensitive skin. A hushed moan escapes the gag in my mouth. Terrence rustles papers on his desk to drown out the sound so his business partners can’t hear us having sex like the professionals we are. His tongue moves to my other nipple, his thrusts become more forceful.
It’s too much.
Terrence presses the mute button again and sits up in his office chair. “You wanted to play this game, princess.” He drags his tongue from my breasts to my neck. “Now be a good girl and keep that pretty mouth quiet before I find a use for it somewhere else.”
He raises my hips to slam into me. I see stars when he does it again and again until my eyes roll back. There’s no need to see the smirk on his face.
Why did I think it would be a good idea to tempt this man with skimpy outfits during work calls? I have on one of his button-downs that lands high up on my thighs with no panties or common sense. We’ve been at it like animals since we came home from California a week ago. Maybe the pregnancy hormones are the culprit, but it doesn’t take much for me to spread my legs for Terrence.
Yup, that damn grin is still on his face. We lock eyes, and one of his eyebrows raises when I lift myself off of him and drop between his knees. “What are you doing, Justice?” He pulls the tie from my mouth, and a smirk of my own forms. His groan is immediate when I guide him into my mouth. I practiced my deep-throating skills and want to scream when he reaches the back of my throat.
That’s right, baby. I own you and this dick.
Terrence leans back and wraps a hand around my hair, the other grips his office chair arm. He jerks, a tell that he’s close. When I think I have him, he frees himself to pull me to my feet. My hands find freedom from his tie, and I yelp when Terrence lifts me against his chest and pushes everything except the phone off his desk. The wood’s cool surface sends a chill up my spine. “Nice try, baby.”
That’s all I get before he wraps a hand around my throat and lets me have it. My legs pull him closer like a Venus flytrap andshake when he tilts my hips to reach the spot that drives me crazy. He raises one leg to his shoulder and trails his tongue to my ankle. “Come for me, princess.”
My back bows off the desk at the pressure that builds. I have to cover my mouth to keep from screaming when Terrence hits the mute button. “Yes, I think that will work.” His breath strains. “I think I know the perfect spot,” he says at the same time his thumb circles my clit. He continues to plow into me. I’m thankful for this man’s reflexes, like hitting the mute button again before the people on this call hear the howls of a woman chased by another orgasm.
“We should check in with our new marketing expert first. Is Justice there?”
Justice can’t come to the phone right now. Please leave a message.
Terrence makes a guttural sound and thrusts deeper before his finger finds the mute button. “Nope. Occupied at the moment, but I can try to schedule something with her later this week.”
He slams on the mute button again and comes in a roar. There’s no way they don’t know what we’re doing. I reach up to wrap my arms around him as he ends the call. We share a deep kiss, our bodies sliding against each other from sweat.
This never gets old and never will.
He leans to press his lips against my earlobe. “Do you have time for a meeting with the team later this week, Mrs. Reyes?”
“I think we can arrange that.” He moans when I take his bottom lip between my teeth.
We’re up and on the move, with Terrence still inside me. He sits me on the vanity in our bathroom, and replaces himself with toilet paper to grab a warm washcloth.
This is my life, and it’s good.
In the last six weeks, we spent time in the superhero-who-shall-remain-nameless’s house. We made love, celebrated ourpregnancy news with Emma and Miles, went on our first double date with them, and made love some more. Then Terrence took me on a mini getaway that was the surprise of my life.
He wanted to have an intimate vow renewal. When I asked Terrence about our sunset beach ceremony, he said he planned it months ago. I bawled my eyes out when Em, Miles, my parents, his mom, and Audre approached our spot on the sand. Even Reina made the trip, which gave us time to connect and for me to meet Ethan. My husband thought of everything, from my wedding gown to his khaki ensemble and the most delicious feast. We decided it’s best not to share our baby news until I hit the second trimester. It was hard to dodge the side glances from our mothers, but we survived.
This man continues to amaze me, and I couldn’t be more in love with him.
Construction on his 15,000-square-foot facility wrapped earlier than expected, thanks to Harvey and the strings he pulled. The Austin location is perfect to capitalize on the sports teams in the city, as well as San Antonio, Houston, and Dallas. Requests from teams and universities to conduct training camps and host clinics come in on the daily. Terrence puts so much thought and love into his business. He’ll get his free summer camp for kids who can’t afford it and put a childcare area in the facility for employees.
I wish things were great at my job, but I found myself unemployed when we arrived back home. My company is under investigation for embezzlement and marketing fraud.Can you believe it?But the end of a chapter for me was an opportunity for rebirth for Terrence. He worked with me to create a business plan for my marketing consulting company. In two weeks, I had a name, an LLC, a logo, a website, and Emma’s, Terrence’s, and Kenny’s companies as clients. Olivia now works as my digital marketing strategist to keep a finger on the pulse of the onlinelandscape. We don’t have an office yet, but we all work from home and meet weekly for our staff meetings. To be a business owner is a reality I never dreamt, but I love the extra authority over the projects I take on.
I’m in the middle of fighting with Terrence to keep my shirt on when my phone rings. “Babe, I should get it.”
“Youwillget it,“ he says, sucking the spot on my neck that curls my toes. His length pulsates against my stomach. This man’s reboot time is impressive.
I duck under his arm fast enough to get to my phone on our bed. It’s Dr. Gayle. I put it on speaker and turn to Terrence, daring him to act nasty while she can hear. “Hi, Dr. Gayle.”
“Justice. You sound out of breath. Is everything okay?”
