My eyes widen. Holy shit.
An honest-to-gods whimper comes out of my mouth. I get a little dizzy just from his filthy words and the epically possessive and controlled way he speaks them.
I swallow hard as I hear him pick up his phone, his fingers pressing over the buttons with soft clicks.
A pause. Then, “I’m just returning your phone call, Mr. Abner...Yes, of course. What did you have in mind?”
My eyes widen in shock at the fact that not only is he actually talking to someone on the phone, but he’s also talking to very same Mr. Abner who was in the room with us last time.
Kinky motherfucker.
I like it.
When he continues talking, and I still haven’t begun, Warren nudges me with his knee in a gentle reprimand.
I quickly reach forward and start running my hands up his legs just like I did before. Only this time, instead of avoiding his cock, my hands go right for it.
I cup him, and he tenses beneath me, but his voice carries on steadily. “As you can see from the numbers, those projections aren’t as high as you believed with your initial assessment…”
A new sort of thrill enters my body. He thinks he can just sit there and not sound affected? We’ll see.
Spirited into action, I grab his belt and unbuckle it, sliding the leather strap out of my way. Then I unclasp his pants and pull down the zipper like a pro.
I dig my hands beneath the fabric of his pants and find his dick hard and hot and ready.
I fist him in my hand, letting my palm rub it up and down in that tantalizingly slow way that I know he likes. I hear him suck in a breath, but aside from that, he doesn’t react at all or miss a beat as he continues to talk.
Now I’m determined to make him mess up. I want him to lose control again. I want Mr. Abner to hear.
I’m so excited that when I let out a quick breath, I accidentally put some Lust into it. I freeze, waiting for the putrid smell, but to my surprise, a perfect stream of pink mist comes out and wraps around Warren’s dick.
Huh. I’m gonna have to circle back to that.
I see it the moment that my power hits him, because he stiffens. His whole body tenses up, and somehow, his big cock seems to grow even bigger. Impossibly large, pulsing slightly, precum leaking from the tip—it’s a sexy dick, and it’s even sexier because I made it this hard.
I smile right before I slip my mouth over him, hollow my cheeks, and then I suck.
He jolts in his chair.
“Uh… That’s… That’s right.” Warren coughs to cover up his groan as I swallow him down, letting his cock hit the back of my throat.
“Yes, we’ll have to ahh… Yes, we’ll have to compromise on…What’s that?”
Satisfaction spurs me on. He’s getting sloppier now. So I reward him by getting sloppy myself.
I let saliva dribble out of my mouth and onto his dick, lathering him up as I start bobbing up and down faster and faster. Lewd noises muffled under his desk surround my ears, which only heightens how naughty this whole thing is.
I’m naked. Between his legs. Working his cock while he works on the phone. The whole thing sets my blood on fire. I can’t help but moan around him from how turned on this whole scenario is making me.
I continue to suck and lick and move, and then I reach forward and cup his balls in my hand, rolling them between my fingers.
Warren shifts in his chair violently and another cough erupts from his mouth. “Mm-hmm. Sure. Mm-hmm. Oh, ah…yes...”
Almost there.
I use my other hand to grip the base of his cock, and then my hand and mouth work him in perfect synchronicity. Spit dribbles, precum beads, my own arousal scents the air, and I gag as I swallow him down as far as I can possibly go.
And Warren finally snaps.
“Mr. Abner? Something just came up that requires my full attention. I’ll have to call you back.”
The sound of the phone slamming down is the only warning I get.
Then his fingers are suddenly threading through my hair, and I’m forced to relax my jaw and hold my breath as he starts fucking my face with fast, deep thrusts.
“Fuck, you’re sucking my cock like such a good girl,” he grits above me.
I moan around him, and his hold tenses around my scalp.
Just as I’m sure he’s about to come in my mouth, Warren rolls back his chair, grasps my arms, and tugs me up to his lap.
Then he picks me up by my waist, positions me just right, and slams me down onto his cock in one, ferocious thrust.
“Fuck!” A lusty curse bursts out of me as I toss my head back from his sudden invasion. He’s so damn deep.
Warren’s hand shoots up and covers my mouth to smother my noises. His lips press to my ear. “Be quiet, darling, or the whole office will know I’m fucking you.”
His words only make me moan again, but the sound burrows into his palm.
I’m so wet that I can feel my juices lubing his cock, adding to the wetness from my mouth. He juts his hips up while lifting my body and up and down, fucking me so deeply that I can barely breathe. All I can do is feel.
And he makes me feel it all.
His stubble scrapes over my neck as his hot tongue teases over the sensitive skin. “I’ve been imagining you sucking me beneath my desk since I first shoved you on your knees,” he whispers into my ear. “And now look at you, naked and bouncing over my cock right here in my office where anyone can come in and see.”
I whimper, and he shoves a finger into my mouth. “Suck it. Suck it so you keep quiet. Suck it like you sucked my cock.”
Fiery heat shoots to that place inside of me from his dirty words. If he keeps talking like this, I’m going to lose my mind. I start sucking his finger like it’s the last damn popsicle in hell.
Just like he did to my mouth, Warren fucks my pussy in a relentless pace, owning me completely. I grind my hips into him as he continues to dominate me, my body shuddering over his thickness.
“Ride me hard, Trix,” he orders. “I want your pussy to clench my cock and make me come.”
I start bouncing on his dick as fast as I can, chasing my own orgasm. My eyes are locked on where our bodies are connected. Watching his dick disappear inside of me again and again is its own aphrodisiac.
“Fuck, yes. Just like that,” he praises. “Bounce those gorgeous tits in front of my face while your pussy creams all over my dick.”
I’m so, so close.
I bring my hand to my clit and start moving furiously, and Warren’s mouth comes down to suck my nipple into his mouth.
I come with a scream that’s smothered against his palm. My cries of pleasure beat against his hand as my entire body convulses with crashing waves of ecstasy.
Dropping his hand from my mouth, Warren thrusts up into me three more times before groaning against my neck and spilling himself deep inside of me.
I collapse, sweaty and breathless against his shoulder, utterly spent.
When I manage to lift my head again, we look at each other with lazy smiles and he plants a kiss on my lips. “Such a good naughty girl you are,” he tells me with that seductive huskiness in his voice.
“You’re a pretty good naughty guy yourself,” I tell him. “I’m a big fan of all the dirty talking.”
“I’m a big fan of fucking you,” he replies.
So romantic.
I snuggle against him as he gently runs his hands up and down my thighs in a sweet caress. He’s still fully clothed and still inside of me, and I don’t want to move just yet.
But apparently the world has other ideas, because a knock sounds on his door, making me jolt upright and scramble to my feet.
“That will be our lunch,” Warren tells me, before nodding to a door on the other side of his office. “There’s a private bathroom right through there. Go ahead and clean up, and then we’ll eat together.”
I smile at him as I gather my clothing from the floor. “Sex and food? You sure know how to treat a girl, Mr
. Knight.”
He fixes himself in his pants as he strides to the door, smacking me playfully on the ass on my way to the bathroom.
I can’t even be mad at Ruby for trying to cockblock me earlier. Because if her fantasies are anything like what we just played out, I’d be jealous as hell too.
Chapter 29
Trix
After our shared lunch, Warren walks me to the lobby where his driver is waiting to take me back to the commune. After he’s helped me in the car, he braces his arm against the door frame and leans down to place a kiss on my lips.
I love how open he is with his affections. It shocks the hell out of me, considering how cold he was with other women. Knowing that he’s different with me makes all sorts of things happen to my insides.
“Let me take you to dinner tonight,” he says quietly.
I give him a sly look. “You mean a five-star restaurant, get all dolled up, classic Warren Knight date?” I tease.
His lips twitch. “Yes, but only if you want to. And this date won’t be like the others.”
“Oh? Why is that?”
“Because I actually like you.”
My stomach flutters with ecstatic butterflies. I grab his tie and yank him down for another kiss. “Good, because I like you too,” I whisper.
He flashes me a grin. “Go home, get dressed, and my driver will take you to the restaurant at eight. I’ll meet you there.”
“It’s a date.”
He nods and then straightens up, shutting my door before he turns around to head back into his building. I nearly strain my neck from looking out the back window so that I can watch his ass as he walks away. It’s a good ass.
It’s like culture shock going from showering in Warren’s bathroom to getting ready in Blue and Bea’s tiny home bathroom. The shower is all bamboo, and so narrow that I can’t fully raise my arms while I’m standing in it. I hit my damn funny bone several times while trying to wash my armpits. And you know what? That shit is not funny.
From my shopping spree earlier, I picked out a dress that will work perfectly for tonight. So as soon as I’m showered and dried, I pull it on.
It’s dark emerald in color, and it hugs my waist and flares out at my hips, the hem hitting me mid-thigh. There’s a subtle sheen to the dark fabric, and there’s a plunging neckline that makes a perfect V nearly all the way to my belly button. But the sheer black lace sewn into this space keeps the sexiness classy. Plus, it makes my boobs look fantastic.
I comb my hair and let it air dry since I’m still useless at doing anything else to it. Then I raid Bea and Blue’s makeup drawer. I put on mascara and eyeliner, managing to only poke myself in the eye six times, which I feel is impressive for my first time.
I brush some bronzer and highlighter on, and then find a nice, dark lipstick that goes nicely with my dress. As soon as I’m ready, I pull on a pair of black booties with three inch height, and make my way out of the house with five minutes to spare.
As I’m walking down the pavers, I hear a wolf whistle.
“Whew, girl!” Hum Judy calls from where she and the others are gathered at music circle. “Knock him dead.”
I give her a smile and wave before turning and walking the rest of the way to the parking lot, where Warren’s driver is already waiting for me.
The drive is relatively short, and before I know it, we’re pulling up and the valet is opening my car door for me. “Thank you.”
I look up at the restaurant, Balboa’s Beach. It’s the same restaurant that I saw Warren on with date number fourteen and several others. The excited butterflies in my stomach turn into nervous caterpillars writhing around. He’s had nothing but bad dates here. Granted, he caused those bad dates, but still.
I’m determined to erase all of those and give him a good memory of this place. After all, the ambiance is beautiful. Right near the ocean, the view couldn’t get any better.
I walk in and head to the hostess, giving her my name.
“Oh, you’re here for Warren Knight,” she says with a smile.
I nod. “Yes.”
She walks around to escort me to the table. “What’s he like?” she whispers.
“Well, he’s great with his penis,” I deadpan.
She doesn’t even miss a beat. “I knew it,” she replies dreamily. “He comes in here a lot, but he seemed different tonight.”
That statement does all sorts of things to me.
“Right this way,” she says, as she leads me past the entry area and into the lavish restaurant. It’s all floor to ceiling windows, mood lighting and linens, candlelight and fancy clothes.
But instead of heading to Warren’s usual table near the corner window, we veer off, and the hostess leads me up the stairs to the rooftop area. There’s a gorgeous view of the stars above and the ocean in the distance, and it’s so beautiful that it makes my breath catch.
To my surprise, all the other tables that are usually out here are gone. The glass rock fireplace is burning low, the fairy lights are lit and strung around the railing, and there’s a single, white table sitting in the center of the space, with a single man standing beside it, waiting for me.
“Enjoy...all of that,” the hostess says with a wink before turning and walking away, leaving us alone.
Warren and I watch each other, neither of us moving for a moment. With his hands in his pants pockets, he looks devilishly handsome. Crisp black suit, no tie, tousled black hair, and dark eyes that are caressing every inch of my body.
We start walking towards each other at exactly the same time.
As soon as we’re standing in front of each other, Warren cups my face in his hand. “You look gorgeous.”
“Thank you,” I whisper. “You look hot.”
He chuckles and leads me to our table, where he pulls out a chair for me to sit. As soon as Warren is sitting across from me, a waiter appears from nowhere and pours us glasses of wine before disappearing again.
Warren raises his wineglass, so I pick mine up, and we clink them together before taking a sip. But as soon as the liquid hits my tongue, it’s a big mouthful of nope. I go full mouth exorcism and spew white wine all over the tablecloth between us.
Warren doesn’t even blink, just continues to enjoy his own wine before setting it down on the table. “Not a fan of the wine, darling?” he says, his mouth twitching slightly.
I grimace as I wipe my mouth with a napkin. “The stuff tastes like hairspray and judgment.”
“But with a fruity aftertaste,” he deadpans. His eyes glance down at the table. “Good thing I didn’t order a red.”
“Good thing it wasn’t vomit this time,” I add.
“Indeed,” he says with a nod.
The waiter returns, this time with a tray of four different dishes of food that he sets on the table.
I look at Warren curiously, and he answers my unspoken question. “I ordered each of the chef’s specials tonight. I wanted you to be able to taste them all.”
“Look at you being all rich and thoughtful.”
Before the waiter retreats, Warren stops him. “Can you take her wine away, please? She doesn’t care for it.”
The waiter instantly removes it. “Of course. Is there something else you’d prefer, miss?”
“Do you know how to make a nice blow job?” I quip.
The waiter blanches and looks over nervously at Warren, whose lips twitch. “No shots here, darling,” he replies.
I snap my fingers. “Darn. Maybe later?”
Warren’s dark eyes glitter. “You can count on it.”
We definitely aren’t talking about a shot anymore.
I take pity on the poor sputtering waiter who’s staring at us with wide, nervous eyes. “I’m fine with just this water, thank you,” I assure him.
He hightails it out of there like his ass is on fire.
I let my eyes skim over each of the fancy dinner plates now set before us, and Warren points to each one. “Baked salmon, filet mignon, fettucc
ine, or caprese salad. Have whatever you like.”
My mouth waters at the array of deliciousness presented beautifully on each plate. “How about we share all four?”
“Sounds like a plan.”
Warren and I spend the next half hour feeding each other bites of food, telling stories, and playing footsie under the table.
It’s fun and relaxing, quiet and romantic. And once again, it’s exactly perfect.
I sit back with a sigh and pat my belly. “Damn, I’m stuffed. I can’t eat another bite.”
“That’s too bad,” Warren says as he caresses his hand up and down my stretched out leg from where my bare foot is perched on his chair. “Because I’ve ordered one of every dessert as well. I suppose I’ll have to cancel the order.”
“Whoa, there. Let’s not get crazy. This is dessert we’re talking about. I can make room for that deliciousness.”
He chuckles, his fingers trailing up my shin and circling down to my ankle. “Speaking of deliciousness, have I told you how beautiful you are tonight?”
I smile. “Once or twice, but there’s no limit.”
His hand trails back up my leg, sending a trail of goosebumps in its wake as he travels up to my thigh. “Perhaps I’ll just have you for dessert instead.”
I shake my head. “No way. You just promised me all those desserts. No takebacks,” I tell him.
When he leans forward and starts to push his hand higher and higher up my thigh, I quickly grab his hand before he can reach my panties. “And stop trying to make me horny! We’re still at dinner. That’s not good table manners.”
“Trying?” he asks with an arched eyebrow. “We both know there’s no trying. I’ve definitely made you horny.”
Cocky bastard.
I quickly stand up, forcing him to lose his hold on me. “I’m just going to run to the bathroom.”
“Why? You finding yourself a little wet, darling?”
Yes. “No,” I scoff. “Behave yourself until I get back, and think about what you’ve done.”
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