Page 53 of I Promise You
“Hello?” He clenches his jaw tight, looking away from me. One of his hands lets go of me, and I watch him, disappointed. He shifts his wrist vehemently to look at his watch straight forward and not slanted. He looks at the time above his cuff impatiently. His demeanor changes for a second.
“Now? Tonight?” he asks, his brows pinching together, staring at his watch.
I jolt, trying to push myself off of him.
It’s such fantastic timing.
I’m midway off him when he puts his phone on his shoulder, muffling the mic and grabbing me angrily.
“Where do you think you’re going? You’re not going anywhere,” he growls, narrowing his eyes at me.
I bite my lip and I don’t dare move anymore.
He picks up his pace as he places his phone back on his ear, and I grab a hold of my breasts with one hand for balance.
“Yup, message received,” Danny tells the caller, his tone emotionless and rugged.
Then, another deep, harsh thrust. And another and another until he’s full-blown breaking my body.
I’m going to come.
He feels so good. His cock hits all the right spots.
But before I come, I am going to make him regret taking this phone call.
I remove his hand from my neck and bring his thumb to my mouth, licking it first, then I place it right above my bottom teeth, then I slowly place the top of my tongue on his like I would the tip of his cock.
His blue eyes light up like he first saw me naked in Iraq, I’ve got his attention now. I raise my brows at my small victory.
“Yeah, I-I’m listening.” He stutters his words and I smirk in satisfaction as he thrusts inside me. He glares at me, shaking his head as a devilish grin tugs at the side of his lips. My eyes widen innocently at him, and I shrug my shoulders.
My mouth closes on his thumb, and I suck on him hard, moving it in and out of my mouth as he fucks me.
He stops his thrusts. He’s breathing hard when he realizes what I’m doing.
“I’ll be right there.” Then he hangs up, scowling, throwing his phone on the desk hard. I wouldn’t be surprised if it cracked from how hard he threw it.
He’s leaving?Don’t they have other Navy SEALS to bother?!
“Oh, Ari. You’re playing games. You know, I always win.”
He turns me around so fast. My ass is off the desk and I’m on my toes. My palms rest on the counter and I curl my fingers at the edge of the desk to stabilize myself. He has me bent over with my ass on his cock, and I’m biting my lip.
“The birthday girl needs to be punished for that.” He snarls behind my ear.
Then a hard slap echoes against my ass, and I yelp from the collision. His hands grip my waist on both sides of my hips, hard and tight, positioning me the way he wants. I know the bruises will reflect in the morning.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about—” He doesn’t let me finish. Another slap on my ass cuts me off, and it burns, and then he’s inside me again.
My eyes roll to the back when I feel the deep, fast thrusts, and then I’m shattering when he hits a spot deep inside of me.
“Oh God!” I shout, curling my fingers into my palms against the desk. And I squeeze my hands into fists as the orgasm implodes every single vein with fire. Every nerve flares with sparks of dark euphoric pleasure, and I feel like I’m floating. I moan his name over and over again, but he doesn’t let up.
Slap.
Slap.
Slap.
