Page 19 of Baby Proposal
“No.” “Fine.” “Change the font but then it’s fine.” I’m being more abrupt than usual, and Adi is glaring at me. I don’t stop. “No.” “No.” “Don’t show that to me again.” I’m impatiently rejecting any idea that would require discussion.
From the corner of my eye, I notice Adi moving. I really have to get her out of here, not be distracted by my beautiful wife.
I’m determinedly watching the computer screen, there’s a touch to my ankle.
What?
Just as I’m about to swat away the—I look down to find Adi kneeling at my feet, beneath my desk, looking up at me with a sly smile.
Video meetings are not sexy. They’re not. But the sight of her on her knees makes my cock instantly stiff.
“The long-term profitability…” The sound of the presentation from the Edinburgh branch fades into the background as Adi runs her hand up my leg. She rests her cheek on my inner thigh, and through the fine fabric her heat is a brand.
“Boss. Boss?”
There’s a cough and I realise I’ve been staring at my lap when usually I pay close attention in these meetings. I’m known for being demanding.
“Yes,” I snap, looking back at the screen. “Carry on.”
And as the man continues the presentation, Adi takes me at my word too.
I stare fixedly as, with tentative movements, she undoes my belt and releases my cock. She lets out a tiny gasp as she encircles it with her hand and it requires all my strength not to allow any sign of what she’s doing to show on my face.
Gently, she strokes over the head. It’s throbbing. I grip the arms of my chair with white knuckles.
I’m going to hell for this. Because she isn’t doing this as my fake wife, or for me to breed her. And god help me, but I want to know what she’ll do. Getting onto your knees for your boss—oh fuck just those words in my mind enhance the slow way she’s touching me—isn’t something you do on a Friday afternoon at work without consideration. We haven’t discussed what else she hasn’t done, beyond her being a virgin, but I find myself hoping this is a first for her too, as it is for me.
She moves at her own pace, and I let her. Her touch is cautious, like she might hurt me, but I’m a statue. If I acknowledge this, I’ll have to stop it.
Her breath over the swollen head of my cock causes a sizzle of pleasure down my spine all the way to my balls, which contract and a drop of precome escapes. My brain is putty as the warmth of her breath is replaced by the smallest contact—her tongue. She laps up that precome and I harden further.
That seems to embolden her. I choke as she pops her hot wet mouth over the helmet and sucks like I’m her favourite lollipop. A cough covers how affected I am, and I feel more than hear her chuckle. Vixen. Siren.
So when I bring my hand down from where I covered my mouth, although it should return to where I was holding the chair arm, it doesn’t. Of its own accord, it goes to my lap, and behind Adi’s head.
Two can play the game of, surprise! But instead of pulling her head onto my cock so it hits the back of her throat, I grope around blindly for whatever is tying up her hair. She hums and bobs her mouth over me, her hand encircling the rest of my shaft—most of it anyway. Small hands and big dick ought not to be a perfect combination, but the fact she can’t cover it all turns me on even more. I find a pin and pull it out as someone on screen gives a very animated presentation on some brightly-coloured pie charts that are all blurry to me.
For every pin I remove, my movements subtle so no one will know, she takes more of me in retaliation, pushing my cock further, sucking me harder. I’m shaking as I comb my fingers through her hair, all tumbled down now.
And yet I still haven’t looked. I’m relying entirely on my imagination for how that blonde hair is falling over her cheek. There’s only a slight tickle as it slides over my balls. She’s everything soft and sexy. Her mouth, her hand that is pumping my shaft, her hair. It’s too good and I have to see her taking my cock and her hair undone.
The temptation is beyond anything I’m strong enough to resist.
I flick my gaze down for the briefest moment. Adi is looking right up into my face, those green eyes full of challenge. Mouth slick and pinkened from rubbing over me, her hands on my cock and easing over my thigh. And her hair is more amazing than I thought possible. It’s a cascade of honey blonde in all shades that reaches right over her breasts and further in waves.
I can’t control this. She’s going to make me blow and there will be nothing I can do to stop it. Her mouth, fuck, the feeling of her mouth over my cock. And I can’t see anything except the image, tattooed on my eyeballs, from when I glanced down.
“Pause the meeting.” I’ve turned off the microphone and camera before I finish the words and turn and meet Adi’s pale green eyes staring up at me, smiling, her lips aroundmy cock.
“Minx. What do you think you’re doing?” I push my fingers further into her hair. She moans and the vibration feels so good, only deep breathing stops me from coming right there, down her throat.
“I’m your assistant.” Her voice is muffled. “I’m just trying to assist you with the problem you have.”
“You are my wife,” I snarl, possessive as if she really were mine. Adi blinks, surprised, and I try to blank my expression. But I don’t let go of her hair.
“You won’t get pregnant if I come there.” It takes every bit of my self-discipline, honed over thirty-eight years, to drag her head gently away from me.
“But I want to make you come,” she whines.
