Page 38 of Wild Cub

“You do and you’ll lose the battle, my friend.” I sit back up as the meeting continues. Jackson continues his quest, his lips hovering over me. He kisses right above my clit, but when I adjust to get him closer, he pushes me back. Without warning, he drags a long lick up my slit, causing me to straighten up. He’s like a grown man with ice cream, eating his favorite flavor.

“Jackson,” I growl. I swear, this man will be the death of me.

“Tessa, do you have any objections?” asks one of the members. Crap, I’m supposed to be paying attention. As soon as I try to answer, Jackson inserts a finger, and I yip, “Nope no objections.” I’ve never hit the mute button so fast.

There’s something intoxicating about a man opening you up like his favorite play toy. I can see the wild part of me enjoying this way too much. Jackson’s fingers pump in and out while he sucks on my clit, pulling every ounce of pleasure out of me. I have to quickly turn off the camera. “Jackson, if you don’t hurry up down there, I’m going to lose it.”

He adjusts my chair again. I still hear the muttering of the voices in the meeting. “Knees in your chair and lift up.” Lift up? Jackson wickedly grins and situates his head on the chair, looking up. “Sit. Camera on.”

“Sit where?” I fumble over my words.

He jerks me onto his face. This man said sit and in doing so, wraps his arms around my thighs. Jackson’s tongue goes to work, lapping at every inch of my wetness. A gentle smack on my pussy makes me yelp. “Camera on.”

Crap, nope. I’m about to tap out. I turn the camera back on, trying to keep my composure. My orgasm starts to build quicker than anticipated. I keep the mic muted to let out a few moans. Then, in a swift movement, Jackson rubs his calloused thumb over my clit. My eyes grow wider and I lean over and cover my mouth. “Jackson, please, you’ve made your point. Just let me come.”

He doesn’t stop. The combination of his hands and his mouth takes me over the edge. I’m close, ready to release. Then, he stops.

“Wait, wait. No. I’m so close,” I cry out.

He picks me up a bit to speak. “Tell me what I want to hear.”

My mind can’t remember if the camera is turned off or not. I look up and it’s not, so I turn it off. “What do you want me to say? Beg?”

A slow drag of his tongue makes my brain short circuit. “You’ll figure it out. Better pay attention to your meeting, darlin’.” Jackson returns to his position, torturing me with his tongue. Dragging me back to the edge again, he chuckles as more moans escape me. My body is aching for more than this. I start to move at my own pace, getting in sync with him, riding his face like a toy for my own pleasure. Everything fades away, no voices, just him and me.

“Please.” He’s relentless again, keeping a steady pace. The build of my orgasm reaches the top; just a few more moments and I’ll be soaring. His name, he wanted me to say his name.

“Alexander, please.” With that, he gently pinches my clit and I’m done. I’m a mess, soaring high in clouds of euphoria. My body feels like I just ran a marathon. He lifts me off of his face, sliding from underneath the desk. I will never look at my desk the same again; I’m going to get Reva or Sam to spray holy water in here. I feel my body easing off the high. Realizing that the meeting is still happening, I send a message that there was an emergency that needed my attention. Which there is: the cleaning up after myself. I quickly exit out of the meeting.

Alexander is leaning against my desk next to my chair. He adjusts his suit and tie and I can’t help but admire him

“Excuse me, I need my underwear and to clean up. Then, you have some explaining to do.” I look around for where he tossed them earlier. My eyes bulge when I see he’s holding them in his hand.

“Mm, I’ll take these for safe keeping,” he says as he pockets them. He leaves my mouth wide open in disbelief. He’s leaving me bare. I start to feel heated again.No ma’am, no round two for you. You better get a fucking grip.

I march to the bathroom attached to my office. I spend the next few moments composing myself, convincing myself to not let his man think he can have his way.

I open the bathroom door and see Reva pop her head out from around her desk, looking down the hallway. The smirk on her face makes me blush even harder. She tosses something my way: a small perfume bottle. “Sweetie, you reek of sex. Just a little something to get through the day.”

Fucking hell. I quickly spray myself and toss it back.

I open my door and leave it open; no more chances for him. He sits at the table, leaning back in the chair. I take my seat. “Speak, Alexander.”

“I will but I’m going to need you to shut up for two minutes,” he says, leaning forward. Tight lipped, I gestured for him to continue.

“I need you to know, I didn’t leave you. I’ve seen many women come and go from the club and when women tend to hide, men surround them until they figure their shit out. Never worked out in the end, so I figured you needed the space. I can see that I was wrong. But Teresa, you hid. You walked away when something got serious. I left to give you room, which led me to think you’d reach out to me when you were ready.” He doesn’t finish. Instead, he takes my hands and for a moment, his eyes are sincere.

“I think we can both agree that whatever you got mixed up in, coupled with my demands, gave you a lethal dose of reality that maybe you weren’t ready for.”

“I told you to include me. I can’t be left in the dark,” I interrupt.

He just nods. “I’m sorry that I didn’t. Lesson learned.”

“My god, the world is ending, you apologized. How did those words taste coming out?” I have to laugh and revel in the moment.

“Just as sweet as your….” I smack his hand in response.

My eyes go wide. “Jesus, you’re going to give me a heart attack if you keep it up.”

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