Page 37 of Brew
“Oh, really? What do they say about me?”
“You haven’t been with a woman in a while,” she says honestly. “The other things I can’t repeat.”
I snort. “Don’t believe everything you hear.”
“Not even from Cupcake? She’s a regular bragger about all the men she’s done.” She makes a gagging sound.
“Never fucked Cupcake. Wouldn’t go near her with a barge pole. I like my women…” I gaze down at her body; her ripe tits innocently in reaching distance for me to fondle. Her thighs spread as I long to cup her mound and make her come with my fingers. Her body is sexy, even if she covers it up like she doesn’t want men to see.Iwant to see. “Classy. Smart. Pretty without even tryin’. But what I don’t like is you not sayin’ anythin’ when you’re clearly snowed under, that shit makes me mad.”
“I’m not snowed under,” she begins to protest.
I swipe my thumb over her bottom lip and she stops talking. “Yes, you are. And if you’re strugglin’, I told you, you come to me.”
“Bossy.” She barely gets the words out before I’m shoving my thumb into her mouth.
Yes, we’re mimicking oral sex, and I love how she takes me, blindly sucking my thumb while I fuck her mouth with it. I want my tongue in there, too. I want to possess her with it, take what’s mine.
“You look like you know what you’re doin’,” I mutter, I reach my hand to the front of my jeans and adjust my dick. I’m running out of room in there.
Her eyes follow, and I love it when she pays attention to my dick. My thumb still in her mouth, her lips part and her hands, now gripping the edge of the desk, move to my belt.
“Maybe I do,” she whispers.
“You think I’m gonna stop you?” I shake my head. “I’m not one of those guys, Mama. If you want my dick, all you gotta do is ask.”
I can see the indecision in her eyes, and it’s so fucking intoxicating. I wait patiently for her to decide if she’s game enough, because she may think I’m the big bad wolf, or an oaf, but she’s the queen who holds all the cards to my fate.
CHAPTER
TWELVE
Erica
I’m in over my head. I can admit that. Don’t get me wrong, I’m no prude, but the only man I’ve ever slept with was my husband. I’ve never given oral sex, nor have I received it, but Brew brings something out in me that’s almost carnal. Every single cell in my body is alight. He does this to me.
Here I am sucking on his thumb, emulating oral sex, and I want it. I want to know how good it feels with him in my mouth. I want to see it.
“You can’t, can you?” He mocks me.
I bite his pad and he growls. I don’t know if I was really holding onto any sanity, but all that just went out the window when I heard that noise. He’s feral. What’s more? He makes me feral, too.
I straighten my spine. “I can.Ifthat’s what I wanted.”
He cocks a brow. “You haven’t fucked anyone since you left that place, have you?”
It should be like pouring cold water over my head. But it isn’t. It only reminds me of how lonely this has been. How I’ve shut people out, thinking I was closed for business. That’s on me. Ipush those negative thoughts away. I’ve thought long and hard about my future, and all of that is in the past.
“I… I’ve been on dates.”
“What happened?”
It’s my turn to stare him down. “We’re going to talk about my dating life?”
“Yes. As your boss, it’s part of my job to make sure you’re looked after, comfortable, and that any potential douchebags are eliminated.”
“Eliminated as in, taken care of?” I shudder to think.
“If they do you wrong? Yeah.”
