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When he shifts, I know what he wants. Leaning back just slightly, resting my palms on the table, I spread my legs. Opening myself to him.
His desperate blue eyes lock on the juncture between my legs. He’s enamored. “Look at you glisten for me.” Reaching up he barely brushes his thumb over my pussy and I moan.
“Don’t tease me.”
He chuckles darkly and the sound echoes somewhere in the ethers of my soul. “Demanding woman.”
Desperate, I tug his tie, pulling him toward me. “Yes, I am. So make me come, Cal, make me come so hard I scream.”
Teasingly, Cal dips his head between my thighs, so close I can feel his ragged breath against my pulsing clit. I need more. “Cal.” I’m whining and I don’t even care. Ineedthis. I thrust my hips closer, trying hard to get him to give me what I crave.
Cal’s blue eyes are molten when he raises them to look at me as he slides his tongue flat against me, giving me one painfully slow, long lick.
“Yes,” I cry as I fall back against the table.
“So fucking good,” he mumbles against me before diving in. His fingers dig into my hips as he pulls me closer and I grind against him as he laps and sucks, driving me closer and closer to the edge.
“Please,” I beg moments before Cal slips a finger inside of me, curling it at just the right angle. The man knows how to play my body in a way that has my orgasm ripping through me. “Yes, yes,” I chant as my body explodes in pleasure.
My walls clamp down, searching for what I really need. His cock, deep inside me.
Tugging his hair, I try to get him to stop, so I can feel him. Cal growls, “Every drop. I will get every drop of your pleasure, Lola.” He continues to lick me over and over and although I just came, my pussy quivers as pressure starts to build all over again.
I’m crazed. “Cal, I want your cock. I need it.”
Chapter 35
Cal
“Cal, I want your cock. Ineedit.”
This must be what heaven feels like. Those words falling from her lips. Those emerald eyes which I find myself searching for in every room. My comfort. My everything.
Fuck, I don’t know when or how it happened but this woman went from being the treat of my every day to the air I breathe. The delight I sought out to break from the mundane to the source of my joy.
One last lap of my tongue against her soaked pussy and then I’m rising to give her what she craves. Spread across the conference table, from the neck up she still looks like the stern Lola I love to tease. Hair in a braid—still—and makeup covered freckles.
I shake my head. God, she’s my obsession like this, but I wantmyLola.
I search for a tissue and when I spot the box she keeps beside her computer, I grab it and hand it to her. “I need you bare, every inch of you.”
Lola frowns in confusion.
“Your freckles, beautiful. I want all your constellations. Every perfection.”
Those pretty cheeks pinken as her lips lift, and though she tries, she can’t hide her smile. “I really have no idea how you hid it so well for so long.”
“Hid what?” I ask as I watch her swipe the days makeup away. The dusting of freckles appears lighting up my heart like little fireflies on a summer night.
“You’re a hopeless romantic, Callahan Murphy.”
I reach for the tie in her hair and tug, then lift her to bring her to the very edge of the table, stroking my hands through her hair until it’s falling in sweet waves over her shoulder. I press a kiss first to her forehead, then my lips dust across her cheeks, trying to capture every freckle, to taste her sweetness. It feels surreal being able to kiss her so openly. To have her like this. In my office. On our workspace. With that beautiful smile lifting her lips, like I’m also the source of her joy.
“Yes,” I admit. I’m hopelessly gone for this woman. “Don’t break me, Lola, I’ll never recover.”
That smile of hers goes soft. “I don’t think you get it, Cal.”
“Hm?” I hum as I continue stroking my hands through her silky strands.
