Page 121 of Between Never and Forever
“Your ego is getting quite big, Dex.”
“Only because I can back it up.” He shoved my hips up and back onto the desk, and then he lowered his head. There was no time to brace for how good his tongue would feel over my clit as he twirled it over the sensitive bundle of nerves.
I arched on the table and pulled at his hair. “I’m too sensitive, Dex. I just orgasmed—”
“And you’re going to again for me.” He slid another finger in and curled them against my G-spot, causing electricity to sing through every nerve in my body. I bucked on the table, my body primed for him in a way I knew I couldn’t have done myself. “You’re giving me every orgasm I want to take, heartbreaker. Forever. Your future husband deserves to see you come apart again and again.”
I shivered at him claiming that. I told myself I’d discuss it again later with him. For now, I just wanted to live in this moment. Just feel everything I could. “Please,” I whimpered, because now I wanted it. I wanted to hit that high with him again and again.
He growled against my sex, vibrating my inner walls so perfectly that my whole body tightened as I screamed his name and came all over his mouth. So fast, like lightning through the night sky, the electricity of his mouth on me caused me to see blinding light.
And still he didn’t let up but rather drank in my aftershocks until I was completely relaxed and satiated. I tried to pull him back by his hair, and he hummed low against my core. “You taste sweet as fuck afterward, heartbreaker, like you’re leaving me extra dessert to come back for more. I’m never going to get enough of this pussy.”
“Dex,” I whimpered, and he finally let up, kissing my thigh once and then twice before he sat back and looked at me.
I peered over him and saw how his trousers were tight around his cock. My mouth watered, and I knew I wanted him here, wanted him to lose control, enough that he’d find it worth it always to hang up on the president for me. Our connection was worth it. I scooted off the table and got on my knees before him.
“Kee, I was kidding about the—”
I unbuckled his trousers and held his cock in my hand before he could protest further. Then I said, “Are you going to be as loud as I was when you come in my mouth?”
He hissed when I deep-throated him as best as I could right away. My hand barely wrapped fully around his cock, but I loved the feeling of his piercing against the top of my mouth, loved how he hardened even further as I slid my tongue around his tip. “Fuck, heartbreaker. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.”
Right then, someone knocked on the office door, and Dex didn’t do what I thought he might. Instead, he said, “Come in.”
I heard the doors open as his hands threaded through my hair, holding me there right as I was about to pull back. Then, I heard Penelope. “Sir, the president is on line one, calling back. Would you like to tell him to hold?”
“He can call back.”
There was mirth in Penelope’s voice when she said, “Again? Reason being?”
“The woman that’s about to be my wife under my desk good enough?”
“Absolutely.” Penelope snickered, and I heard her soft congratulations like she thought we’d finally worked through all our problems.
Like me sucking him off under his desk wasn’t another one. But I couldn’t stop. I wanted him to lose the control he always had so much of.
“You have to stop or I’m going to come down your throat, Kee.” Good. He tried to pull me back by my hair, but I leaned forward to take him farther in. “Heartbreaker,” he warned, but then his hips jerked forward, and I knew he’d snapped. “That’s it. Take my cock down your throat. So sick of being good. I’ve always loved you bad, anyway. That fuckable mouth was made for me.” He thrust his cock farther as he held my head and I moaned. “And only me.”
The problem with Dex’s declaration was that there was a letter that had been intercepted for us by the time we left the office. It was in a red envelope.
This engagement wasn’t supposed to be real.
If you marry him, I’ll be devastated.
Don’t you know we belong together? Please.
Break it off. Show me we can be together.
Why have you closed your hotel windows, Keelani?
I can’t see you. I need to see you.
ChapterThirty-Eight
KEELANI
His face reddened,his whole body seemed to lock up in fury, and his eyes held malice as he stared at that envelope for hours. I tried to reassure him it was just an obsessed fan, someone who was probably making a joke or had taken their obsession a bit too far.
