Page 48 of Control: XXX Vadim 1
The brooding businessman has dropped his wall again. Heat sears through my belly, enhancing the moisture already trapped by the fabric of my lace panties. I arch my back, clamping my knees together.
A twitch in his jaw reveals that he’s well aware of my actions.
“I do believe there is some policy on the books that cautions against the CEO or whatever you are trapping innocent young ladies within bathrooms—”
His lips settle over mine firmly—and yet hesitant. As if he’s testing out what a kiss might feel like in this context. If I had an ounce of self-control, I’d remain still and let him explore in peace. But I don’t.
My fingers sink through his hair, pulling him into me as I adjust my hips, teasing the front of his pants until he’s panting, his eyes unfocused. He reaches out, snatching my wrist, and guides my fingers to his still open fly. I don’t think he even realizes what he’s doing.
I cup him fully and sink to my knees, relishing how he groans, his hands settling over my scalp.
“I would like to make an addendum to our previous arrangement regarding the piercing,” I hum, letting my breath wash over him. His piercing jumps, his body rigid.
“Anything,” he rasps in that beautiful, enticing way.
I extend my tongue, tapping his thickening crown. “I want to know everything about you,” I confess, lapping at a bead of fluid that weeps from him. My core clenches, my breaths thinning. Despite my faked confidence, I’m rapidly in danger of a total factory shutdown where my brain is concerned. For some reason, this matters, though. Saying this out loud, knowing he can hear me. “Everything. The good stuff. The bad stuff—” I capture the topmost silver bead between my thumb and flick it gently. He rocks on his heels, hissing something I don’t understand. French? “I want to know about your past. What you do for fun. Everything.” I take him into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the pulsing head of him.
A grunt revs in his throat as his nails tease my scalp. Could the icy businessman be losing control? Gosh, I hope so.
I bob my head and suck harder to encourage him. His piercing feels electric every time my tongue strikes it, his vibrating moans intoxicating. I’d always been intrigued by fellatio, but I never knew giving it could feel so…
Empowering.
I have him in the palm of my hands—literally. His balls swell, his body quaking, and his grip becomes insistent.
“Not…in your mouth,” he grates.
But I can’t resist. Like a child with a treat, I devour him with vigor. Deepthroating him isn’t in the realm of possibility now, but I take him as far as I can, giving him a taste of what it could be like. Whatwecould be like.
Fire. Sizzling, crackling, pulsating energy.
My throat is already contracting the second the first taste of him floods my mouth, and this time I drink him all the way down.
Panting, he slumps against the counter, comfortably crushing me between it and his muscular thighs. Pleased with myself, I rear back to watch his face as he stares down on me, his eyes wide. He’s having another world-altering revelation, I suspect. Still breathing heavily, he reaches down and strokes my bottom lip, chasing a stray bit of moisture.
“Insolent witch,” he rasps hoarsely. “I didn’t want to risk… Should I punish you for disobeying?”
I nod, a part of me way too eager to take him up on that threat.
But he stands upright with an urgency that displaces some of the lust. He adjusts his pants and helps me to my feet. With a wet paper towel, he cleans me up, and we escape the bathroom together, then the office entirely.
Minutes later, we’re back in the car. He drives with one hand while the other finds mine, capturing it. I marvel at the sight of our combined fingers, my heart racing.
“More work?” I wonder, as he lazily merges into traffic.
He shakes his head. “I’m done for the day. I’m thinking of heading home.” His eyes flicker toward mine, and for once, I know exactly what he’s thinking. Dirty man.
I can’t deny the idea of crawling onto him the second we enter his house is very tempting. I’m still on edge, and at the back of my mind, I realize that I never actually came in the bathroom. I didn’t even notice. Somehow, watching him had been more than enough to satisfy me in the moment. And now, I crave something…more.
A taste of him more intimate than even his literal taste.
“I want you to take me somewhere,” I tell him, flipping our clasped hands so that I stroke the veined back of his. “Somewhere special to you. I wasn’t kidding before.”
And maybe that should scare me. The more I learn of Vadim Gorgoshev, the more I forget my internal promise. This is all just fun and games. Nothing serious. I’m not falling for him after barely a week.
I’m not.
“You really want to know?” he wonders, his voice suddenly cold, devoid of heat. I stiffen, alarmed, and sit straighter in my seat. “Then I’m afraid there is something I haven’t told you about. Someone.”
