Page 51 of Finding Haven
I lower my mouth to hers and soak in her sweet taste before taking her bottom lip between my teeth. She gasps as I release it and swipe my tongue over where my teeth had just been, calming the sting. Her hands slowly glide along my torso, her fingernails dragging over the buttons of my shirt.
“Undo them,” I command, taking a step back. The air surrounding us grows heavy with lust and something more as her eyes find mine, molten lava burning behind the storm.
39
Quinn
TheraspofZack’svoice sends a shiver rolling down my spine. Visions of him, of us together, reclaimed their position at the forefront of my mind as soon as I finished with my last client. It took all my self-control not to run through the hotel to get to him. Having to take an elevator down to the main floor, where his office is located, gave me time to think about what I wanted to say or do as soon as I saw him.
Then he opened the door, and all rational thought completely vacated my mind. It’s not like I had forgotten what he looks like or what he was wearing this morning, but the sudden reminder makes my breath catch in my throat. The sleeves of his crisp white button-up have been rolled up to display his corded forearms, the hem of the shirt tucked into a pair of gray dress pants secured with a black leather belt. His whiskey-brown eyes bore into mine, sending a wave of heat straight to my core as he pulls me into his office.
His command to undo the buttons lingers in the silent space between us as he waits. I watch my fingers move as they slowly work open the buttons of his shirt, starting at the top where he’s left the first couple undone.
“Eyes on me, Sugar,” he rasps, and my gaze flitsto his. “Good girl.”
My thighs clench as I work open the last few buttons, exposing the smooth skin and lines of muscle beneath.
The phoenix tattoo that covers one side of his torso suddenly holds so much more meaning than it did the first time I saw it. It’s not just some mythical creature that he had inked on his skin because he liked the way it looked. It’s a true representation, not only of his job with the Legion, but of the hell he’s had to endure. He could have chosen to allow the darkness to swallow him whole, and maybe he did for a while, but he still fought his way through the flames.
“Can I?” he asks, taking the hem of my shirt between his fingers.
Holding his gaze, I slowly raise my arms above my head. His lips pull into a smirk as he drags the shirt off over my head before dropping it to the floor at our feet.
Are we really doing this?
When I told him this morning that I thought it would be hot to suck his cock while he works or to have him take me over his desk, I didn’t imagine him bringing the fantasies to life.
His dark gaze settles on mine as he pulls off his shirt and turns away from me, taking slow, measured steps towards his desk as though he knows my eyes are on him. He lays his shirt over the back of his leather office chair before he faces me, sinking onto it and spreading his legs wide. “Come here, baby.”
My eyes flutter shut at the delicious, deep tone of his voice, letting the words roll over me as arousal begins to pool between my legs. A nervous energy begins to buzz beneath my skin as I glance back at the door. What if someone comes looking for Zack and they burst in here to find me on my knees for him?
“Quinn.”
I gently bite the inside of my cheek as I turn back to look at him, my gaze immediately finding his.
“Nobody comes in here without my explicit approval. You’re safe, baby,” he says softly.
His words ease the tension coiling in my stomach. I saunter towards him, throwing a little sass into the sway of my hips as I cross the room. When I reach him, I place my hands on his thighs to brace myself as I hold his gaze and lower to my knees. His nostrils flare as he spreads his legs wider to give me room.
“Come on, baby. You know what to do.”
The implication is clear.Take his cock out.
The intensity behind his gaze as he watches me has electricity sparking through my veins like a livewire, lighting me up from the inside as I move my hands to the buckle of his belt. Despite the privacy that his office offers and the knowledge that nobody will be entering the room without his permission, there’s a sense of urgency hanging in the air. This won’t be like the first time I was on my knees for him, when he was sitting comfortably on his couch, while I knelt on a pillow. When I was able to go slow and truly admire him.
Right now, I don’t want to take my time. I want to feel the heated weight of him against my tongue as I take him into my throat and bring him to the brink of ecstasy.
My attention drops to my fingers as I work open his belt, unbutton his pants, and carefully slide the zipper down. The weight of his stare burns into me as I slowly slip my hand into his boxer briefs, grasping his thick cock and pulling it free.
“Get it nice and wet for me, baby,” he says, his voice laced with gravel as his hands grip the arms of his chair.
My fist tightens around his base as I guide the head of his cock to my parted lips, licking my tongue over the sensitive tip. A deep groan emanates from his chest as his head falls back, his eyes falling shut for a moment before his gaze finds mine. The heavy heat burning between my legs gives me the confidence to hold his stare as I sink my mouth down until his crown hits the back of my throat. Resisting the urge to gag around him, I hold him there, allowing saliva to build and pool on my tongue before I pull back.
My gaze drops away from his and falls to his cock as I leisurely work my fist up and down his length. My cheeks flame as an idea crawls forward, but I don’t give myself a chance to overthink it. Grasping his dick just beneath the swollen head, I lean forward and spit.
“Holy fuck,” he moans, his head falling back as his cock pulses.
Using my spit as lube, I twist my palm over the crown of his cock while using my other hand to keep a tight grip around his base. The sounds falling from his lips, combined with the way his hips are chasing my touch, are almost enough to make me come. Pre-cum leaks from the tip of his cock with each swipe of my thumb over the sensitive slit, and I use it to work my hand over him.
