Page 67 of Tender Offer
A moan vibrates through my throat. Madison rolls her hips to draw more of herself into my mouth. The rhythm is a slow grind against the flick of my tongue. Pleasure shoots through the ceiling and into the clouds. Waves of ecstasy hold her hostage until she’s bouncing on my face in a cry for release. Her orgasm is a downpour that flows through body rolls.
Madison tries to push off, but I hold her in place, French kissing pink lips to siphon the last of her juices. I finally come up for air with one last kiss to her inner thigh.
“Are you okay?” My fingers, once glistening with Madison’s essence, now rub slow circles into her back. She tenses at first but settles into the gentle rhythm, and her panic subsides.
I gave her a moment to reorient herself after I cleaned her up. She was stuck somewhere between satisfaction and fear, more shaken than she cared to admit.
It was only a matter of time before we talked about my kinks. I’d hoped to cook for her, to ease into what would be a complex discussion about curiosities and concerns. Instead, after Gisele’s stunt, I had to move around my next two meetings. There’s no way I’d let Madison leave after being blindsided—regardless of whether I demanded orgasms from her body or not.
“I can sit in my own chair,” she sighs, but she drinks from the water cup I hold to her mouth. “I came here with a to-go container and somehow ended up on my back on the same desk where another woman was just balancing on a dildo with her vagina.” She huffs and attempts to stand, but I quickly shut her down.
“I’d like to hold you a little longer, if that’s alright.”
My kiss on her forehead tempts her eyes shut. It’s soft, a far cry from my grip to her neck while I ate with abandon. I shift herin my lap to make room for the blood rerouting to my dick. One arm snakes around her waist while the other grabs my fork for another bite of the food she brought.
Just like her pussy, it’s delicious.
“Talk to me, Puff. I’ll answer anything.”
Her lips part to accept a forkful of greens. “Do all the women who come into your office get this level of aftercare?”
“No,” I say to the crease burrowing between her brows. “I’m not an inconsiderate lover, but the few who come for sexual purposes know I’m not interested in anything beyond physical gratification.”
Madison scoffs and anchors her arms across her jumpsuit. “Except for your tender offers, right?”
“Offer,” I correct, tilting her jaw so I can soften it with a kiss. “Look at me, Puff.” The laugh that tumbles out of me earns me a fist to the thigh. I didn’t mean to do it, but the wrinkle in her nose and the stubborn pout in her lips are adorable.
“There’s only one woman I want.” I nudge her neck with my nose, lowering the titanium wall she erected in the last half hour. It’s not by much, but I’ll take the win.
Her head rolls in my direction, a shadow of annoyance turning her hazel eyes into slits. “Do you expect me to believe that someone who has women coming to his office for dick appointments is suddenly ready to settle down?”
“I hope you’ll believe that a man who first tasted the love of his life fifteen years ago has been failing to fill the void of her absence ever since.”
My words suspend in the air with her delicate gasp. Madison is the first woman I fell in love with, and she’ll be the last.
Her gaze softens, searching for signs that my confession is a lie. A lifetime cut too short reflects in our eyes. Of two people who once avoided love finding it in each other.
“You can’t mean that,” she whispers.
“I do, Puff.”
The graceful lines of her throat force a swallow. Madison resets. Anger is no longer a guard—fear is.
“How did that start?” she asks, unable to meet my eyes, which are still locked on her. “The women coming to your office.”
“Encounters outside of work come with certain expectations I won’t meet. Dinner means romance, and staying the night runs the risk of someone snooping or telling the tabloids where I live.”
“Makes sense, I guess.”
“What else can I answer? I was serious about earning your trust.”
Madison chews her lower lip. “You asked me if I wanted Gisele to go or watch. How did you know I would say watch?”
I trace a path from the nape of her neck to the curves of her ass. She melts under my touch, and the sweet scent of magnolia takes residence in my office.
“Truth?”
She nods, her eyes imploring me to explain the part of her kept dormant and now unlocked.
