Page 81 of Black Ties and White Lies

With regret,

The woman who was desperate to return the favor before she was denied :(

I watch him from my desk. It takes a minute or two for him to read the email, but I can tell the moment he does when his back straightens. I stare at his profile, appreciating the view. It was surreal to go about a normal morning routine with him this morning for the first time. I’d watched him shave the blond stubble that’d grown overnight. When he stepped out of his closet, he’d held up two ties and told me to choose one for him to wear.

It felt so normal, yet perfect. I know already I could get a little too used to waking up and getting ready with him only for us to still be late meeting Ezra in the gallery because Beck insists on me starting the morning with an orgasm.

An email chimes from my desktop in front of me.

To:[email protected]

From:[email protected]

I don’t know what I was thinking. I’m going to end this meeting within five minutes. Your throat better be ready for me, baby.

My eyes pop open as I take in the words he wrote. When I look back at him, I find him leaning forward, his laptop already shut. He hadn’t even wasted time with a closing statement in the email.

Shit.

I don’t think he’s kidding. My ass flies out of my office chair as I scurry through the door that connects our two offices. I close it behind me. Now that we’ve switched offices, he has one that’s a bit more private, whereas mine is more like a fish bowl with windows. With the door shut that connects our offices, we’ll be relatively secluded from the prying eyes of our coworkers.

It’s probably a terrible idea to hook up at work, but I’m not thinking clearly right now. The two of us probably have a mile long list of things that HR would lose their minds over if they knew, what’s one more to add to it?

Taking a seat on the corner of his desk, I begin to unbutton my sweater. Once the last button is undone, my shirt hangs open, my bra on full display. In two minutes time, Beck comes rushing through the door, his footsteps heavy as he slams the door behind him. I yelp at the sound, knowing a lot of the office probably heard it as well.

They’ll probably just assume he’s pissed about something. He’s known to be cold and have a temper, it isn’t too far-fetched of an excuse. Plus, we were waiting until we told his family tonight to announce that we’re engaged. Once the world knows we’re engaged, we’ll have to restructure my position working for him a bit since he’s technically my superior. It’s all a bunch of serious stuff I don’t quite understand, and don’t really care to.

He’ll handle it and I’ll follow, too engrossed in what’s going on between us behind closed doors to truly care about my job title. In the end, I’m still after that meeting with Camden.

Now alone with me in this office, Beck’s footsteps slow and then stop all together as he comes to a halt in the middle of the space. “You have me actingveryunprofessional by walking out of that meeting.”

I lick my lips, probably ruining my freshly applied lipstick. “Do you want me to say sorry?” I counter, spreading my legs slightly on top of his desk.

His gaze zeroes in on my panties underneath my skirt. They’re my second pair of the day. The first got soaked before he gave me an orgasm over our morning yogurt parfaits.

The veins on his hand ripple as he reaches up and loosens the tie I’d picked out for him. “No. I want you to do as you're told and suck this cock like you’d promised. You wanted my attention? You’ve got it, Margo. I just left a very important meeting with my cock hard as a rock. It’s time you do something about it.”

He circles his desk and takes a seat in his oversized, leather office chair. I look at him over my shoulder, incredibly turned on by the brashness of his words. I slide off his desk, pushing my sweater off my shoulders and tossing it on a chair reserved for when he has one on one meetings.

“I wouldn’t have had to ruin your meeting if you’d just let me taste you this morning,” I point out, taking my time making my way to him.

He looks sexy as sin, his silhouette framed by the New York City skyline behind him. “We only had time for you, baby. I had that important meeting to get to.”

I shrug, coming to a stop in front of him. “Apparently it wasn’ttooimportant considering you left early.”

His lip twitches as he fights a smile. “I’d told them I had averyimportant phone call to get to.”

Even through the black of his slacks, I can see he wasn’t lying. The thick outline of his cock is obvious. I’m eager to feel the weight of him against my tongue. To trace the thick line of his vein with my tongue, to feel him come apart because of me.

Grabbing him by the tie, I step between his legs. I yank on it, pulling his shoulders from the back of the chair so his lips are close to mine. “Avery, veryimportant call.” I lean in to kiss him, missing the feeling of his full lips against mine since I last felt them before we got out of the car this morning.

Once I’m satisfied by the taste of his lips, I move on to his neck, kissing the same spots he kisses me that drives me wild. My red lips accidentally hit the collar of his stark white dress shirt. “Oops.” I laugh, trying to rub the red stain off. “I didn’t mean to.”

He hums in disapproval. “Sure you didn’t, Violet. You like the idea of seeing it there, that you’ve marked your territory.”

I drop to my knees, looking up at him through my lashes. It doesn’t take me long to undo the fly of his zipper and free his cock from his boxers. I lean down, taking all of him down my throat once before pulling away. My eyes look from him to his cock, focusing on the red lipstick stain that runs down his shaft. “Now I’ve marked my territory,” I answer proudly.

With a wild desire in his eyes, he throws his head back against his chair. “Fuck, Margo. It’s yours.I’myours, baby. Now take me in your mouth like a good girl and remind me why I’d drop every fucking important meeting I’d ever have for you.”

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