Page 74 of Love Bank
I pulled his hands from my face and held them, wanting him to take me seriously. “You may change your mind…”
“Hit me with it.”
I took a deep breath, then let the confession fly. “Remember that day you came in here and gave your sample?” At his nod I continued. “Well, I may have accidentally walked in on you while you gave your sample.”
Hunkering down, my head hanging, I couldn’t look him in the eye.
He started shaking and for half a crazy second I thought he might be ready to erupt with anger over my obvious breech in privacy. I popped my head up, survival instincts ready to flee if this confession went sideways.
Instead of an explosion, I saw his face contorted, eyes closed, head thrown back, teeth bared. A tear appeared right outside the corner of his eye.
The fucker was laughing at me.
“Bain! I’m being serious.”
I went to pop off his lap, indignation requiring I be standing for this conversation, but he pulled me down and pinned me to his lap. He whooped and hollered for a bit more before settling down. He risked taking one hand off me to wipe his eyes.
“Oh, man. I needed that.” He glanced at my stunned face and started laughing again, his voice coming out on a wheeze. “You’re a Peeping Lucy!”
I frowned. “A what?”
“You know, a Peeping Tom?”
I shook my head. “You’re impossible. I apologize for a gross misstep in privacy with a client and you just laugh your ass off?”
“Itispretty funny.” His grip tightened. “Did you like what you saw?” In the blink of an eye, Bain went from laughing to dead serious. If the growing steel rod under me was any indication, he was turned on too.
My face flushed as I thought back to that day. “Um, well, yeah. I don’t think I’ll ever forget it. In hindsight it’s also part of what made me blackmail you. Well, that and the fact you were such an arrogant jerk.”
Bain nuzzled my neck again. “Be honest. It was my cock.”
I sighed and rolled my eyes. “Fine. It was The Cock.”
He pulled back and narrowed his eyes. “Why do you say it that way, with inflection on ‘the cock’ part?”
I shrugged. “From what I saw, it needed to be capitalized to reach its full potential in the mind of the observer.”
He smirked and I knew I’d just handed him ammunition for a lifetime. “You want some of The Cock now?”
Despite his teasing and overinflated ego, I did, in fact, want some cock. Very much so.
I leaned in closer, rolling my hips on his lap, driving him crazy the way he did me. His lips were just a breath away from mine, both of us hanging there in that delicious moment, right before bodies collided, clothes ripped off, and passions unleashed.
“All done, Ms. Lucille,” the chief bellowed from the doorway.
Bain and I startled, having forgotten anything existed outside of him and me and this moment. We broke apart like teenagers making out on the couch when parents came home.
“Great! Thank you, Chief,” I squeaked out. My face flamed brighter and I hoped he’d pay no mind.
“We’ll call you with any updates. Make sure you get her locked up, Warden.” With a quick rap on the doorframe with his knuckles, he took off.
Bain and I stared at each other in charged silence until we heard the front door close. A flurry of hands and arms collided, attempting to get our clothes off all at once. My tank ripped as Bain yanked it over my head, but my bra flew off and I didn’t care. I stood up and shimmied my jeans off while Bain sloppily kissed my stomach, his hands venturing north to cup the breasts bouncing above his head.
When I stood before him naked, he looked his fill, slowly taking his shirt off and shoving his pants down. The look on his face, the clench of his jaw was just as I remembered it. Now to see if I could get him to toss his head back and moan. Mission accepted.
I dropped to my knees and faceplanted in his lap, tripping over the pants and belt buckle still around his ankles. In my mind there was only one way to learn something: dive in and do it with all your might. So I took my new position as a gift and wrapped one hand around his cock, licking the tip like my favorite chocolate peanut butter from Pure Gold Scoops on Main Street. In other words, I left no surface untouched by my tongue, lapping, sucking, and tasting until his hips shifted and he fisted my hair back from my face with a moan. I swallowed down as much of his length as I could, reveling in the choking sensation at the back of my throat, knowing I could never take all of him in my mouth.
“Jesus, Lucy!” Bain gasped and yanked me off him by the hair.
