Page 83 of Black Ties and White Lies

“I don’t see the reason for it. From the way she’s spoken, the two of you are over, Carter. It doesn’t seem like she wants to speak to you.”

As if Margo is nodding in agreement, she twirls her tongue around my head as her small hand works up and down my length. It’s like she’s egging me on, confirming my words without saying a thing.

“You’re lying,” he seethes. He runs a hand through the stubble on his chin. I fight the urge to tell him how terrible the new look is. His dark hair is unforgiving, the patches obvious on his cheeks where he can’t grow a full beard. Even if I was kind enough to tell him, he wouldn’t believe me. He’s too full of himself.

My teeth dig into my lip as Margo picks the pace up underneath the desk. The moment my brother leaves, I’m going to pull her up and fuck her senseless. It’s incredibly risky for her to be taking my cock so well while I talk with my brother, and I fucking love her for doing it. She’s always surprising me, and the eagerness in which she shoves all of me down her throat has me ravenous to plow into her.

“Are we done here?” I ask through gritted teeth, my balls tightening.

I swallow, not wanting to come.Not yet. Not with Carter here, not before I fuck her up against the windows of this office, letting her look on to the city she loves so much.

Carter runs a finger over the leaf of a tree that Polly works so hard at taking care of. “Yes. Tell Margo I stopped by.”

He begins walking back toward the door, thank fuck.

I’m about to pull Margo up the hair and bury myself in her when he turns around to face me once again. “Better yet, maybe I’ll hang out for a bit. She’s bound to show up eventually, isn’t she?”

“Goodbye, Carter,” I clip, hating the fact that he’s here to begin with. He hates Manhattan. Says it’s too dirty and busy for his taste.

Carter opens the door, his eyes scanning the room one last time before walking out. He’s almost scanned the entire room when his eyes land on Margo’s discarded sweater.

Fuck.

He zeroes on it, looking from the sweater, to me, and back again.

Margo continues to suck me perfectly while I see the gears in my brother’s head turn. “Remember what we’ve talked about Beckham,” he warns, pulling the door shut behind him. “Remember who had her first.”

Oh, I remember. I just don’t give a fuck.

Margo was never truly his. She was always meant to be mine.

The moment I hear the door seal shut, I’m pushing my chair back and pulling my cock from her warm mouth. It’s a sight to see, seeing her crammed underneath my desk, her lipstick smudged all around her mouth. God, she’s fucking hot. My brother made the mistake of his life by letting her go. I don’t intend to make the same one.

I hold my hand out, pulling her from underneath the desk. Her knees are red from rubbing against the floor, her eyes watery from how well she took me. “That was unexpected,” she says, smiling at me.

“He’s a fucking bother.”

Both of us stand up, her back resting against the corner of the desk. “Well, he didn’t bothertoomuch,” she muses. “Although, I was kind of hoping I’d get you to finish.”

“Oh I’ll come,” I assure her, spreading her thighs open so I can step between them. “It’s just going to be after I’ve felt you come on my cock a time or two.”

Her bottom lip juts out in a pout. “This was supposed to be my turn to do you. To swallow…”

I take her next words away, needing to feel her lips against mine. Needing to taste her and feel her come undone underneath my touch. The kiss isn’t gentle or loving, it’s filled with feral need and longing. I’ve never wished to be back home in my life, at a place where I could take her as long and as loudly as I want.

After seeing Carter, seeing the look in his eyes that assures me he thinks he isn’t done with Margo, I need to feel close to her. I need the reassurance that she’s mine just as much as I’m hers.

Margo doesn’t hold back by kissing me back. She puts everything into it, more than reassuring me it isn’t Carter she wants anymore. I can’t fight the jealousy that still rages in my chest, despite the reverence she kisses me with.

I pick her up by the hips, walking us to the floor to ceiling window of the office space. It isn’t the same view as the one offered in the one I gave her, but it still works. “Is it bad I wouldn’t have cared if my brother caught you underneath there?” My hips keep her pinned against the glass, her legs wrapping around my middle to secure her position.

She moans as she sticks her hands underneath my jacket. Her hands fist in the dress shirt I wear underneath as she attempts to untuck it. “No.” She tilts her head back as I kiss down her throat. “I didn’t care either.”

I laugh against her sensitive skin, marveling at the goosebumps that raise all over her skin. “I know you didn't care. You were taking my cock so greedily down your mouth I could barely think straight. I was so close to letting my brother watch you gag yourself on me, just to prove to him how little you want to speak with him.”

I pop her breast from the cup of her bra, sucking her nipple into my mouth. “Would you have done it?”

I lift her skirt until it bunches around her waist. While the panties she slipped on this morning after I had her for breakfast are sexy as fuck, I rip each thin side and stuff them in my pocket. They’re in the way and I don’t want to lose connection with her even for a second for her to take them off properly.

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