Page 47 of Executives' Omega
“Do you want me to bend you over the desk and fuck you hard and fast?” he asked. “Or would you rather take things at your own pace and ride?”
“Fuck me,” I begged.
A deep growl. “As you wish.” He shifted, keeping his cock inside me as we stood, then I rested my torso on the smooth surface of his desk as he grabbed my hips and pistoned in and out of me.
I shoved my fist against my mouth as pleasure raced through me. Just having him inside me during the call had made me extremely sensitive, and I was almost immediately on the edge.
“Gorgeous… talented… sexy…” Linden grunted a different word of praise every time he bottomed out. Then he reached around and grabbed my cock, giving it only a few pulls before pleasure erupted inside me.
My fist muffled my cries, but my scream still nearly reverberated through the room when Linden locked inside, his knot pulsing gloriously against my sweet spot.
Linden draped himself over my back, grinding his knot into me. “That’s your reward for two jobs well done,” he growled in my ear. “Your minutes were impeccable, as always, and you followed my instructions to keep quiet perfectly. Only an extremely capable man could have pulled that off.”
I sighed and smiled. They’d learned that I was particularly receptive to their praise in that hazy post-orgasmic period, and my mates used that knowledge to their full advantage, heaping compliments on me when I had no inclination to argue.
We stayed that way for a couple of minutes before Linden eased us back onto his chair to wait for his knot to go down.
I had the feeling that such phone meetings were likely to become a common occurrence.
∞∞∞
~January~
The house was abuzz with activity. Most of Alonzo’s family called out to each other in Spanglish in the kitchen, while Roland—one of Jace’s mates—sat with Alonzo’s abuela discussing traditional desserts on a nearby couch. We’d offered to have somebody else cater the party so they could relax and had been promptly refused, with his family insisting that family parties demanded family food.
As if I could argue with that. I’d developed major cravings for their cooking over the past few months, with his mama regularly overnighting packages of tamales and burritos so that I always had some on hand when the cravings hit.
I tore my focus from the food—and the people preparing it—to the rest of the attendees, and marveled at how many people fit comfortably in our small mansion. All the baby showers I’d attended before had everybody snug in living rooms and backyards, with many sitting on the floor for lack of space. But there were no such problems here—one advantage to my mates being the founders of a multi-million dollar company.
Jace’s twins were making the rounds of everybody needing to hold the babies, while Jace himself smirked at me from his seat on another of the couches in our large living room.
“What?” I asked, quirking an eyebrow at him.
He chuckled. “Just thinking that you did ok, especially as distraught as you’d been at my baby shower.”
A blush crawled up my cheeks. “I guess so.”
He smiled. “You’re happy, and happier every time I see you. That’s what matters.”
I returned the smile. “I am.”
“We’re here!” declared a grating voice from the door, making both Jace and I sigh and roll our eyes.
Aunt Sharon appeared a moment later, Owen a few steps behind her.
“Oh look at you!” she exclaimed, eyes locked on my belly. “Absolutely glowing!”
“Hi Aunt Sharon,” I replied politely as Owen veered off to go talk to Alonzo.
She rushed over and immediately had her hands on my stomach, trying to coax my sleeping baby to start kicking.
“He’s asleep right now,” I said, gently removing her hand. “But you’ll be the first to know if he starts kicking.”
She pouted, but Jace’s papa, Eli, grabbed her shoulders and steered her to a nearby couch, where he’d been talking with Brendan’s parents.
Owen, finished saying hi to Alonzo, and, seeing his mother no longer hovering, walked over and gave me a side hug before sitting next to me. “Hey, Bug.”
“Hey,” I replied, leaning against his shoulder.
