“You’d make me go get him?” She turns on her heels, rolling her eyes for show. “After all the hard work of filling in forms and such, you’d makemewalk to the hospital?”
“I mean… I could do it.” I follow her across the room and past the ring, and though most others might consider babysitting Ollie a time to sit and scroll their phone, Eliza skips instead, bounce-bounce-bouncing against the canvas, creating a repetition that probably helps him sleep deeper. “Fox is looking to join up,” I explain.Badly. “I’m gonna get the paperwork sorted and stuff.”
She watches me with a big fat ‘dude, I don’t give a fuck’ plastered on her face. Shaking her head, she closes her eyes and finds her zen. So I set my hand on the middle of Fox’s back and nudge her toward the hall that leads to our offices. “This way, Ms. Tatum.” And because I think to do it, I pass the stereo system and turn it up just a little louder than usual.
Anything to drown out the sound of me smashing her against my desk.
“We have pay-as-you-go, weekly, monthly, and annual payment plans. Personally,” I open my door and allow her to stroll in ahead of me, “I preferanal. I mean…” I follow her in and close the door at my back. “Annual. Taking care of the long-term stuff always makes for smoother times.”
“I think I’m more of a pay-as-I-go kinda gal.” Her eyes drop to my hands, my fingers flicking the locks to ensure we remain alone. Then she brings her gaze up and her tongue forward to trace the front of her teeth. “I don’t know what power you yield, Christian, but I’veneverbeen an on/off switch kind of woman before. Yet, you mention fucking me, and immediately, my panties are soaked and my throat is dry.”
“Because you like what I do to you. Suck my cock.”
Surprised, her eyes flicker wide, and her heart pounds heavily against her throat. “I’m sorry. What?”
“You heard me.” I press my back against the door and undo the knot at the front of my shorts, tearing the laces open and pushing the material down to reveal my hard length. “I’ve been working out. Sweating. It’s gonna be salty, and you’re gonna fucking love it.”
She splays her hand over her stomach, shuddering. “I recall a promise of being fucked. Is this a bait and switch, Mr. Watkins?”
I fist my cock and tilt my head back, groaning when that alone makes my balls jump. “I’ll fuck you, too. We have an entire hour, and I’m gonna make sure I have wet wipes in here next time. I wanna come on your face and rub it into your skin. I’m aware we’re on a deadline, and you have somewhere to be after this, so you’ll swallow my cum today. You’ll wear it tomorrow.”
“You’re bossy.” Sauntering back in my direction, she slides her hand up, cupping her breast and squeezing just enough to make it feel good. “I like it when you’re bossy.”
“I know.” When she’s a mere two feet away, I swing out just as fast as I do when I’m fighting, but instead of clocking her on the jaw, I grab her hair and force her to her knees.
She yelps, crashing to the floor and grabbing my hips for balance, then she glances up and meets my eyes.
She’s all of my hottest dreams wrapped up in one woman who worships me with her lips.
She brushes my hand away and fists my cock, circling my shaft with her fingers and drawing me ridiculously close to completion. But my heart doesn’t skitter until she takes the head of my cock with her lips and suckles, dragging her tongue over the very tip.
“Fuck.” I groan. “You’re a goddess.”
She opens her mouth wider and takes me all the way to the back of her throat, cupping my balls in her free hand.
I slip my fingers through her hair and pull her back, killing myself while I deprive myself of her wet heat, then I slam her forward and thrill in her choked gasp. “Yes,” I hiss, my knees turning weak and my flexing fingers curling tight in her hair. “Next time you come to me, have your plug in already.” I drag her back, then slam her forward, fucking her face and sprinting closer to the explosion I refuse to indulge in until I’m damn well ready. “I wanna fuck your ass, Fox. Every single day from now until I’m dead. But you gotta wear the plug, so I know you’re ready for me.”
She garbles around my cock, sucking my soul straight out of my body and into hers. She’s a witch out to collect immortality.
“Does it taste good, beautiful?” I peer down into her wet eyes. “Salty, but yummy. Do I taste good to you?”
She nods, choking on my dick and squeezing the base tighter.
“You want me to fuck your ass?” I jut my hips forward, abusing the back of her throat and enjoying every fucking second of it. “You want me to sodomize you again? Fuck you like we’re animals. Because I like it when we do.” I pull her away and drag her back in, controlling her every movement and the breaths she’s allowed to take into her lungs. “Outside of this, I like to think I respect women. I hold doors and say nice things. But when my dick is hard and your pussy throbs for me, I lose all that respect and get off on treating you like a bitch dog made for breeding.”
She shudders, gasping for air as I fill her throat again. And because I’m a selfish motherfucker, she reaches between her legs and plays.
“I should make you wait.” I slam forward and grit my teeth, because my release threatens an early rebellion. Then I pull out of her mouth and pick her up, slipping my hand beneath her dress to find her soaked and aching.
But fuck, I find so much more.
I grab the back of her neck and march her to my desk, folding her over the stacks of paperwork I might never truly file and the bag of new merch we haven’t put out yet, then whipping her dress up and her panties down, I find our surprise.
“Fuckkkkme.” My lungs shudder, and my cock rages, pointing straight toward home. “You already have your plug?” I grab the end between my fingers and tug it just far enough to make her cry, then spinning it, I push it back in again. “You didn’t go for a random fucking walk, Fox Tatum. You came looking for me.”
Panting and trembling, she drapes herself across my desk.
“You talk to anyone else while you had this in you?” I smack her ass and grind against her soaked pussy. “You stop anywhere and talk to anyone?”