Page 65 of Tender Offer
“Gisele,” Preston says without taking his eyes off me. “Did I invite you here?”
“No.” The word rushes through a ragged breath. “It’s been months. I wanted to surprise you.”
“Get dressed and clean yourself up. You are not to step foot in my office again.”
“Preston,” she whines.
“Now.” The word slides across his teeth like sandpaper. The warning is clear: Don’t fuck around.
Gisele’s sigh is her only rebuttal. Her heels scamper to the bathroom in the corner. The door closes, and Preston draws a breath, ready for damage control.
Who wouldn’t feel outraged at walking into their lover’s office only to find another woman? Preston’s not my lover, but that won’t stop me from telling him to go fuck himself with the dildo mounted on his desk.
His gaze roams the minefield of emotions on my face, searching for signs of recovery. Each breath presses my turtleneck into the jumpsuit that’s welded to my curves. A blush sweeps across my cheeks like war paint. My lips purse, and I release a soft breath that surprises me.
Am I…turned on?
A single look is all it took for my mind to shift from never speaking to him again to letting my vagina take the mic on our behalf. I have more self-control than this, but the heifer ran out of the office with gasoline-soaked panties.
Blinks come in rapid succession as I fight to make sense of the battle to stay pissed at him and the desire that’s flooding my veins. It’s the same lightheadedness I had at Ravenous when I witnessed the scenes at play. That was my first time doing anything sexual with an audience, never mind with a stranger. He knew every pulse point. I wanted Preston then as much as I do now.
My skin prickles when he caresses my cheek. I shudder when he leans down to kiss the corner of my mouth. “I would never hurt you, and I apologize if you thought otherwise. Tell me what to do to make it better. I want to earn your trust.”
The bathroom door opens, breaking our stare. I peel my eyes away to track Gisele’s movement over his shoulder.
“Puff.” The calm authority in his voice draws my focus back to him. “There is no one but you. Do you believe me?”
My throat wrestles a swallow, and my brows collapse. I nod.
“I need your words, baby,” Preston says. “Do you believe me?”
“Yes” comes through a strained inhale.What the hell?From this close, getting high off his cologne is inevitable.
Hunger floods his eyes. Preston lifts me into his arms, and I delight in the soft arch of my back at his touch. I wrap my heels around his slacks as he guides us past a wide-eyed Gisele to his desk.
“Preston, what are you—” I yelp when his screens and laptop fall to the ground. My exhale trembles when my ass hits his desk. I try to look at Gisele, but he holds my chin to keep my eyes on him.
“She doesn’t matter,” he says, loud enough for her to hear. “Gisele never pops up unannounced. I don’t know what inspired her visit, but I’ll get to the bottom of it. After I take care of you.”
My legs part on their own to make room for his thighs and the erection tenting his zipper. “I haven’t fucked or even thoughtabout another woman since you came back into my life. Do you believe me?”
“Yes,” I whisper.
“Do you know how long I’ve waited for the chance to love you again?” He kisses the other corner of my mouth.
“No.”
“Fifteen long fucking years.”
My eyes spring open, flaring bright with the same longing. The invisible web between us tugs until it snaps. Preston’s mouth swoops down to capture the moan dripping from my lips, which he licks with his tongue.
His fingers sear my flesh as he showers kisses down my mouth and to my jaw. I lift my chin to offer the smooth column of my neck, which he sucks. The pressure of my knees gripping his waist unlocks a growl. He grabs my ass and kneads the heat between my thighs.
My “Preston” is smothered by the slip of his tongue in my mouth. I gasp when he strips off his jacket and lowers his body over mine.
“Do you want her to go or watch?” He nips my chin and rocks into my pussy as it scents his office. “I can smell you, Puff.” His tongue grazes my ear. “Choose.”
The question hangs in the air as he kisses my brows. I lick my lips, unable to disguise my body’s reaction. After a long breath, my mouth quivers when I say, “Watch.”
