“You thought of me naked?” he mutters, his gaze transfixed on my heaving chest, my breasts slightly bouncing with my excited breaths. “Fuck.” It comes out on an exhale, full of awe.
“Yes, especially when you came to my office. Each time you clenched your teeth, my pussy throbbed.”
“I wanted to toss everything from your desk and lay you over it,” he admits, his tongue swiping over his lower lip.
“I was thinking of it too and having you touch and lick me in … places.” The heat from his breath as he nips and sucks over my hip bone has my eyes rolling back. “Yes, right down there.” His grip is nearly bruising as he anchors me in place, not allowing me to squirm away.
Sliding my panties over my thighs, he doesn’t hesitate, putting his nose to my core and inhaling. My cheeks must be fire engine red from his forwardness, from him worshiping me.
“I’ve been dreaming of how you smell.” His sigh of contentment flutters over my pussy lips, making my insides clench in desperation.
“Mmmm?” I’m not capable of much talking while his scruff rubs tantalizingly between my thighs, right where I’ve pictured him so many times. “Dreaming?”
“Yes, of you, Bella. How your pussy tastes and how I want to make you feel.” His tongue swipes from the bottom to the top of my slit, making me gasp loudly. “Keep making noises like that, sweet Grace. You’re like honey down here, sweet syrup that I could never get enough of.”
“Please give me more.” I’d get on my knees and beg right now if I had to. He knows what to do with that skillful tongue of his, flattening it to rub circles over my clit.
Pushing a finger inside, he does as I ask, making my world tilt and spin in the most fantastic ways. My orgasm builds, skyrocketing when he sucks and twirls his tongue. It’s like he’s French kissing my pussy and it’s phenomenal.
“You smell like heaven and taste like candy, sugary and addicting.” He stands, his cock, full and long, ready to have some attention.
“My turn to lick you?”
“That sounds so fucking good, but you lie down. I want to eat your pussy until my tongue’s numb.”
Climbing onto the bed, he stretches his long body out beside me, his cock full and proud, taunting me. I want to explore his body as he’s been doing mine, but he’s not having it. Pulling my hips toward him, he lifts me until my center is positioned over his face and he dives right in, making me scream in bliss as he thrashes deliciously up and down my slit.
“Good girl,” he groans against me, “Just like a fucking peach, I swear.”
Not one to hold back from touching him, my hands go directly for his own source of pleasure. I pump him a few times, his throaty rumbles feeling delicious against my thighs as he continues his blissful assault. He’s heavy in all the right places. Cupping his balls, I track my nails along the smooth skin directly underneath and his hips jump in surprise as he emits a raspy moan.
“Fuck.” It’s nearly a gasp against my sensitive flesh. His hot breath does wonders, each puff sending glorious bursts of air against my clit.
I want to make him come—need to after everything he’s already done for me. I want to bring him pleasure. And I want him to know that I can be giving as well. I may not be the type to be able to provide him with expensive gifts, but I can suck his cock so that’s exactly what I do.
Like a woman possessed, I lean down, bringing his head to the back of my throat as far as I can. It’s thick and has me chocking a bit, but I don’t mind. He’s French kissing and nibbling my pussy with so much fervor, I can think of nothing unpleasant at the moment.
Moans escape from me around his cock as he sucks and licks. I’ve been with a few men and none of them have ever dined on me like this. I don’t think I could even call what they did ‘eating out’ anymore; clearly, they had no fucking clue as to what they were doing.
Long, skillful fingers enter my hole, pumping in and out, then plunging in and out again, stronger with each stroke and it has my mind spinning. Jesus Christ, the man can eat pussy. I should be the one baking him muffins for sure.
“Yes!” I groan, pulling his dick in between my lips, sucking and licking his precum clean, following along with Thaddaeus’ own methods and it has his hips gyrating. I know if I were on my knees he’d have his hands tangled in my hair, while he fucked my mouth. He’s not used to not being in control, but I can tell he wants to have me come too much to make me stop my onslaught on him.
That’s fine, I’ll happily come all over his mouth, but I’ll make sure he does the same as well. Bobbing my head, I twist my free hand around his base. He’s too long for me to fit him all into my mouth so I compensate. Twisting circles with my fist, lightly grazing my teeth and licking over his sensitive head, I use my other hand to graze my nails over his nuts, pulling and tickling them as I go. It doesn’t take long before he’s roaring out in satisfaction, his huge cock expanding as it throbs and pumps my mouth full of his warm, wet semen.
He tastes delicious. Like fucking peanut butter with just a hint of salty and sweet. I could suck him off every night if this is what I can expect.
His cock, thoroughly sated for the moment, lays spent, but still thick. I wouldn’t doubt it if it’s always this size. It appears swollen, but, in reality, it’s just bigger than average. It’s the type of cock you can’t help but want to touch and have inside you all the time. He’s big enough that he’ll leave behind a sweet reminder after he has me.
My pussy pulses from all the attention he’s given it. One more powerful pump with two of his fingers and a strong lick has me spiraling out of control, coming all over his lips and chin. The room grows darker, birds chirp somewhere and I swear the Milky Way clouds my gaze. The feeling’s like being swept out into the undertow, and you can’t stop it. You can fight, but it still overtakes your body—pulling, consuming, until you belong to the water.
That’s what he does to me; he consumes me and my thoughts. Crazy thing, it’s way too fucking incredible to put up a fight. So I don’t. I let my body relax and ride the wave. Piece by piece he’s slowly stealing bits of my soul.
You’re either at the table,or on the menu.
- Al Capone
I enjoyed every moment I had with Grace on our first official date, so for the next two nights we do the same thing. I take her to dinner, learn a bit more about her, and then leave her sated in bed; her thighs are raw from my scruff between them and her fat little pussy so tender from me tasting my fill.
We haven’t gotten further than that though and surprisingly I’m okay with it. I’ve never been one to hold back when I’ve wanted something, especially sex. But I’ve never really had to either. Grace is different from the rest. At this point, I need her to think straight. When I’m not near her, the stress of this life consumes me. When she’s close, it’s like I can take a step back and finally see things that I’ve been missing.
Crazy to think that rather than a woman making you weaker, she could indeed make you stronger.
I don’t want to pressure Grace with being intimate. I’ve inserted myself damn near everywhere else in her life in the matter of two weeks. In this, I want her to come to me when she’s completely ready. I’m just hoping that’s sooner instead of later. Until then, though, I’ll have my fill of her in other ways.
“Joker?” Maximillian seems surprised to find me on the top-level balcony, going over various spreadsheets. My home could be considered large to some. I think of it as comfortable and there’s a lot of nooks to hide weapons and cash if we ever needed it.
“In the flesh.”
His eyes light up as he takes the seat to my right, pleased, no doubt, to catch me alone. “Are those the shipment expenses?”
“Indeed, they are. Have any input as to why we’re either A, missing a crate; or B, missing forty thousand dollars?”
“It’s the latter. A small coast guard boat caught wind of the shipment. Luckily the two officers settled for twenty k each when the transporter made him believe he only ha
d one shipping container of marijuana on board.”
“Those two were dumb enough not to search the entire ship?”
He snickers, “Yep. The crew thinks that they spooked them so the officers wanted to get some quick cash and get out of there.”
A chuckle breaks free. “Fucking idiots.” That boat was loaded with drugs and cars getting sent overseas. I’ll make a cool four-and-a-half-million dollars. Forty thousand is merely breadcrumbs to get out of a potential bust.
“I know, nothing like the Australia shipment.” He makes everything sound much more proper with his English accent.
“Speaking of, have you heard from Tyson?”
He’s an old friend of mine that I met back when I was a teenager. He’s become a good business contact to have over the years. Seems like the guy knows everyone who’s someone over in Australia.
“Nope, not a word in a month or so from the lad.”
“I’ll have to give him a call and touch base, see if they’re ready for a new shipment of exotic vehicles. Appreciate you handling this mishap with the shipment.”
“Of course, bloke; you know I won’t fuck it up.”
I hate losing money, but, if anything, this little mishap seems to have brought my friend back to me. Hopefully by him seeing that it’s business as usual, he’ll cool off toward my relationship with Grace. Eventually I want her here in my home and they’ll have to be around each other. I’m optimistic that by then Max will have moved past his little grudge he seems to have against her.
The next week passes by with frequent texts from Thaddaeus checking in on me and admitting that he’s been missing spending time together. I cherish each message, knowing he’s been thinking of me and that he’s not so open with everyone else.
Work’s boring, and when Friday rolls around, I couldn’t be happier, knowing that my week’s officially over, and I’ll have time to see Thaddaeus. I can’t believe it’s been a month since the man first stepped foot into my life. The more that I’m around him, the more I find myself letting him into my heart and my life.
We’ve gotten an influx of new clients at work that’s had me staying late after my normal schedule to brainstorm and figure out marketing strategies for each of their businesses. Coming up with whatever a company is looking for is the most difficult part of the job. The client has to approve, you have to believe in it, and it has to be built toward the intended market where you need it to flourish. Once you figure that part out, then it’s all about applying it in the right places to get it seen and utilized in the correct field. To sum it up, it’s boring, and I could do it in my sleep.
My boss has been handing off a lot of new accounts to me lately, so I’m hoping it’s a test or a sign that he’s going to be looking at me for a promotion. I mean, more responsibility usually means a bigger paycheck and a new title beside my door, right?
At least I hope that’s what it all means. If not, I’m going to be pretty upset knowing I’ve been swamped and have had to put in all this extra work for nothing. Salary’s good, but I’m always thinking about the next step, career wise.
And then there’s also the fact that I haven’t gotten to see Thaddaeus much this past week with our conflicting schedules. I work all day and he does a lot of business at night, which I admitted to him that I don’t want to know anything about. I figure the less I know the better. I’ve gotten used to having a man around in so little time, it’s a bit scary.
“Grace?” My Boss peeks his head in my office.
“Hi, David. Another new account?”
“I thought I’d come see if you’d like to attend a business lunch with me.”
Finally, this could be the break that I’ve been waiting for. I paste a grateful smile on my face. “Of course, when is it?”
“Today, if you’re free, say in ten?”
“Um, ten minutes?”
“Yes, is that a problem?” His brow creases.
“Nope. Not at all.”
“Great, meet you in the lobby in ten then.”
“Okay, thanks.”
He leaves my office and I gather my purse and coat, quickly typing out a text to Thaddaeus.
Me: I can’t meet you for lunch today after all.
T.M.: Everything okay?
Me: Yeah, I have to go with my boss instead, for a business lunch.
Me: I was looking forward to seeing you in an hour, but I’ll have to wait until tonight if you’re free.
T.M.: For you Bella, always. Where are you and your boss going?
Me: I’m not sure yet, but we’re leaving in a minute so I have to get going.
T.M.: Okay, text me when you get to the restaurant. I like knowing you’re safe.
We’ve been over this all week, and I know he’s protective, so it doesn’t bother me. He worries and he has every reason to, with what he does to make a living.
Me: I will. xoxo
T.M: XXX
Of course, he sends all x’s. The man’s been turning me on all week long with him calling me at night before I drift off and talking all sexy to me. I’ve had to bite my tongue each night from begging him to come over to fuck me silly and then sleep next to me. But I knew if I asked that he’d come, and then he’d keep me up all night long, and I wouldn’t be able to wake up for work each morning.
Taking my seat in the busy restaurant, I quickly type out a short text to Thaddaeus so he doesn’t worry.
Me: We’re at Café Blanco. I’ll text you later. xoxo
He doesn’t respond right away, so I silence my phone and put it away in my purse. It’s a business meeting, so I want to be completely professional for my boss and whoever’s meeting us.
David sits in the seat across from me, placing his napkin in his lap. “Thanks for joining me, Grace.”
“Of course. So, which client were we here for today?” I ask as a server sets a glass of water in front of both of us.
“Well we aren’t meeting them today, per se.” He turns to the waiter. “I’ll have a coffee black, please, and a club sandwich with chips.”
“Yes, sir, and for you, miss?” the server asks me as I take a sip of my ice water.
“I’ll just have the water and a club as well. Sandwich dry please, with fries and a side of ranch dressing.”
“Sounds good, I’ll have it right out.” The guy nods and saunters toward the server’s station to key in our order.
“As I was saying before,” David adjusts his tie, loosening it a tad, not meeting my gaze. “There isn’t a specific client today; I just wanted us to have a chance to touch base and have lunch.”
“Well, that’s nice of you.” I smile. It’s fake.
And it’s odd of him. He never invites me out for lunch or engages in chitchat. I think he usually eats alone or with Bryan, one of the guys a few offices down from mine. Could this mean a possible promotion in my future like I was hoping for? I haven’t heard of any positions opening, but maybe he knows something that I don’t in that department. I’m excited that this could be the right step for me, but if I’m honest with myself, I’d rather be sitting across from Thaddaeus right now. It’s been a long week, and I’ve been craving his touch.
“Do you like to go out a lot?”
“To lunch?”
“Yes, or to dinner, see a show; that sort of thing.”
“Oh, um—” It’s a bit out of character for my boss, and I don’t know what to say really. I don’t necessarily want to share any of my personal life with him.
I’m cut off as the chair next to me pulls out and a body takes its place.
“Occasionally, but she’s picky,” Thaddaeus answers for me, resting his hand on my shoulder protectively. It’s large and warm and feels wonderful. I can’t believe he showed up! Was that the real reason he asked where I was going for lunch? So he could surprise me and crash my lunch meeting?
David’s eyes bug out when he sees the sturdy man standing next to me. “Excuse us, but we’re having a private conversation here.” He gestures between
us with his forefinger making me cringe. He has no idea who he’s speaking to like that. This conversation could get ugly—fast.
“Yep, and it’s over,” Thaddaeus says shortly. “Grace, baby, it’s time to go,” he orders, gripping my arm in his hand tightly, pulling until I stand up.
“What? No, I’m having lunch with my boss.”
“You want to have a tantrum here in public or shall we discuss this in private?” He scolds as if I’m a child and it infuriates me. He may be powerful and scary to some, but now he’s forgetting who he’s talking to. I don’t take orders.
We’re so having this conversation somewhere else. He has no idea the storm he’s stirring up by ordering me around like that. Glancing at my boss, I’m a bit fearful to say anything as I may get fired being mixed up with a criminal. “Please excuse me for a moment, sir.”
He nods, staring at me as if he’s never seen me before. That’s fine, if he knew who was standing at my side, he’d be thanking me for taking care of this right now.
Spinning around, I stomp toward the bathrooms where there’s a small alcove off to the side that we can use to argue in more privately.
“You’ve lost your mind if you think you can command me to do anything! I’m not one of your minions,” I rush out as soon as no one’s around us, my muscles tight with my irritation.
“I’ve lost mine? No. You’ve clearly lost yours!”
“That’s my boss over there, and I want to get a promotion. You’re not helping by being rude to him.”
“That’s a man over there taking my woman out to eat and wanting more.”
“You’re wrong; he doesn’t see me like that. And besides, it’s not the point, you don’t own me; you don’t get to dictate who I go out with.”
Stepping closer, his lips nearly brush mine, his breath fluttering over them as he speaks. “Really? Don’t say that Grace, you know I do and I’ll be damned if another man is taking you out. I always get what I want and that’s you not with another man.”
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