Page 65 of Maneater
And when he grunts into my cunt, the vibrations of it mixed with the stronger suck on my clit and the deeper thrust of his fingers, he does just that. I bite my lip as my head falls back, my hips moving in time with the hard thrusts of his fingers as I come, tumbling into the most intense orgasm I can remember, stars blooming behind my eyes as I make every effort not to scream his name.
Slowly, I come back to myself, the sharp pleasure shifting to soft waves as he continues to clean me with his tongue, as he slides his fingers out and looks up the length of my body with a satisfied smile on his lips.
Heknowshe just did well.
Slowly, he stands, moving between my legs and putting his wet fingers near my mouth. Holding his gaze, I lean forward,nearly deep throating the wet digits as I clean them for him. He lets out a rough breath, his hips moving to grind against me before he slides his fingers out.
I smile wickedly. “Your turn?”
He looks torn. “We don’t really have time for that. Someone is going to notice you’re missing soon.”
I shake my head, then slide off the desk, standing. “I can make it quick. I really should even the scales, after all.” I smile then, and he mirrors it.
My phone beeps, and I know it’s Rory, but still, I ignore it. She’s probably looking for me to relay some kind of intel or make sure I’m okay. Nothing that can’t wait.
Instead of moving to my phone, I lower myself to my knees, looking up at him with wide eyes and a devilish smile. “You can make it quick, can’t you?” I ask.
His hand moves, cupping my cheek, thumb moving over my dimple reverently before tangling in my hair.
“With you looking like that? Yeah, I can make it quick.”
I smile then. My hand moves to his fly, but just as I do, an all-too-familiar ringtone fills the room.
“Fuck,” he says.
“Tell me that’s not something you have to answer.”
He reaches into his pocket and looks, closing his eyes in pained dismay. “Fuck.”
“What?” I ask, looking up at him, still on my knees. He looks down at me and closes his eyes.
“Never in my life have I regretted getting this fucking job more than in this moment.”
“What’s wrong, Rowan?”
His hand moves to my elbow, and he pulls me up to him, pinning me to him with a strong arm and kissing me deep. Despite my earlier orgasm, I feel that need bubbling in my belly once more.
“Work emergency. I gotta go,” he says with a groan.
“Emergency?”
I wonder if that’s why my own phone is buzzing…if that’s why Rory is trying to get in touch with me.
“Knowing you, you’ll find out sooner or later.”
Now I don’t like the sound ofthat,I think to myself. Does that mean he’s on to me?
A hand tucks a lock of hair behind my ear. “The little troublemaker, always finding herself in the middle of problems.”
My body relaxes a bit with his explanation, and more so when he presses his lips to mine, this time soft and gentle.
“Next time,” he says. “Next time, our phones are getting locked out of the room. No interruptions.”
I let out a laugh and shake my head. “Deal.”
His eyes flare with desire, and I wonder if he thought I would argue that. I guess with this game we’ve been playing, that’s the tactic I should have taken, but I’m over it. I’m over the game, over pretending I don’t want him, over running through hoops to find excuses not to give him to him.
It’s complicated and it’s messy, but I want to make whatever this is work.
