Page 135 of Terror Tuesday
Clearing my throat loudly, I nod. “Fine.” I click through files. “Why Zoe?” Mainly, I try to form a distraction. Especially as I feel Olivia dig inside my jeans and pull out my firming cock.
The heat of her breath surrounds me until I throb in her grasp. This is…getting to be too much.
“She’s just... I need to make sure she’s aboveboard. Not brandishing weapons or anything. Maybe doesn’t have any, uh, ties to certain families.”
Does he mean the mafia?
Olivia’s tongue traces the head of my cock until I have to stifle a groan. My fingers type faster. Her lips press against my shaft, up and down, slowly, like she’s about to take her time swallowing everything I’ve got. My pulse races as the air gets caught in my lungs.
“No, um. No family ties it looks like. Older half-brother is a professor in kinesiology here at NU, though.”
“Oh,” he says. “What’s his name?”
“O—”Oh shit. She delves down onto my full length.The swell of her tongue surrounds the tip until I lean forward to stop myself from coming too soon. “Odin Griffin.”
“Huh.”
Tension strains my voice. Blood pounds in my temples as I try to hold myself back and act casual. But Olivia’s mouth works me over until I think I’m about to explode all over her face. Slyly reaching down, I grip the base of my dick.
“Nothing else, really,” I huff out. I can’t help how erotic it sounds. “And has an 87% average in psych.” Somehow, that comes out pornographic.
“Okaaay…” Tade responds, as if he’s worried about me.
Using my other hand, I grab the desk edge to steady myself as Olivia slides her mouth over me in a steady rhythm.
“Why didn’t you useTheta’shackers?” I ask.
“Because they have big mouths. Not like Vanq Wysh Veil.” He stands and shoves some cash on the desk. “This good enough?”
I don’t need the money and usually donate it to various charities. But he doesn’t need to know that. “Yeah,” I grunt.
Fortunately, he leaves, and I slump back as Olivia pulls everything from my balls. Clutching her hair, I hold her where I need her most as she swallows me down. My hips jerk. Legs quiver. Head drops until my neck is fully exposed.
“Fuck, baby!” I yell, and I feel her breath stutter in a little giggle.
She squirms out from under the desk, wiping her mouth, and tears off her mask. “You didn’t like that?”
I yank her up and into my lap, teeth grazing her jaw. “You’re going to be the death of me.”
“You wouldn’t have it any other way.” She’s right. And I’d let her kill me slow.
Holding her for a good, long moment, I savor having her as mine once again.
“Can you look up something for me?” she asks suddenly, staring at the screen in front of her.
“What’s that?” I say, half blitzed out of my mind.
“Naomi said she was working on a private story. Hadnotes…Could you hack into her system and find out what they were?”
Sitting up straighter, I smile. “Yeah, Monarch. Let’s do that.”
For the next hour before we have to separate and get ready for the party, I show her some techniques. Coding. She helps me soft hack some passwords with her knowledge of her best friend. And once we get into her cloud drives, we find what we were looking for.
“She was collecting evidence on not just Reggie… But more politicians.”
I nod, feeling the heaviness of what got Naomi killed. “Looks that way.”
Olivia pauses in contemplation.
