“Thanks.”
“Thorn.”
She nodded. “I know. You’re a pretty famous man.”
I hoped my celebrity wasn’t just based on my scandal with Titan. I did a lot of work for my company, allowed my parents to retire comfortably, and I built companies from the ground up—ones that were immensely successful. I didn’t want history to reduce me to a man who’d loved and lost a woman. “Unfortunately.”
“It’s always lonely at the top. The higher you go, the more people there are to watch you fall.”
My eyes narrowed on her face, surprised by the second wise thing she’s said. She’d laid out some surprising things that I’d never expected her to say. But then again, this woman operated on a different wavelength. I should stop comparing her to the women I usually hooked up with so I wouldn’t be so surprised. “Very true.”
She took another drink from her glass, this time, licking her lips.
Now I wondered if she did that on purpose. It was impossible for me not to obsess over that perfect mouth. It would feel so good all over me, from my mouth down to my ball sac. “Are you from New York?”
“Brooklyn.”
“Born and raised?” I asked.
“Yes.”
“Are your parents still around?”
“Yeah. They live in Connecticut now. They aren’t big fans of the city. They prefer the quiet countryside.”
“What about you?”
“I prefer the noise. It’s what I’m used to.”
I couldn’t imagine myself living anywhere else but in the heart of Manhattan. The world was going at constant speed, and I loved living in the fast lane. I liked staying out until four a.m. because nothing ever closed in the city that never slept. “They must be proud of you.”
“They are.” She smiled when she spoke of her parents. “My father was a high school teacher, and my mother took care of the house. Money was always an issue for us. My mother could never work because she has a condition.”
I didn’t ask what it was because I didn’t feel like I had the right to ask. But I’d deduced that they could only afford to move to Connecticut because she took care of them. “What did your father teach?”
“Physics.”
“That must be where you get it from.”
“Probably,” she said with a chuckle. “I always had a private tutor to help me when I came home from school.”
“You provide for them?”
She nodded. “They have very comfortable lives now. That makes me happy. They did the best they could, and I’m glad I can repay them after everything they’ve done for me.”
I knew I would do the same for my parents. I was close to my family, so it was something I could relate to. I admired her for doing that because not everyone was so generous. When people had money, it only made them greedy. “Then they must be even more proud of you.”
Despite the smile she wore, she shrugged. She never announced her success or bragged about her qualities. She wasn’t even conceited about her looks. She was one of the humblest people I’d ever met. Most people I knew in the business world were successful but also fiercely insecure. They compensated for their fear by bragging even more. The truly successful people said very little about themselves—because they actually wanted to hide their stunning success.
“You’re close to your family?” she asked.
If she saw me in the tabloids a lot, then she probably already knew this. “Very.”
She gave a slight nod. “That’s nice.”
“I have a younger brother too. He works in Chicago, so I don’t see him a lot. But when we’re together, we have a good time.”
“I’m an only child.”
I drank my scotch. “When did you start your company?”
“Shortly after I dropped out of college. So I was about eighteen at the time. My parents were so angry when I left the university and started working out of a storage shed. But within a year, I made some money and could pay my bills. After that, everything escalated very quickly. I’ve built on my existing technology and have created some magnificent things.”
“What are you working on now?”
She wore a guarded smile. “You know I can’t tell you that, Thorn.”
I didn’t consider our conversation a conflict of interest. I wasn’t planning on telling Titan any of this. The real reason I was having this conversation was simply because I wanted to get to know her. “I’m impressed by your work. I can only imagine what goes on in that brain of yours every day.”
“I have the same thoughts as anyone else my age. The only reason why I’m unique is because I apply my knowledge differently. That’s all.”
“I think you’re being too humble.”
“Or simply too honest.” She drank from her glass, and when she set it down, there was a bright lipstick mark around the edge. “Do you like working for your family’s company?”
“I don’t work for it. I own it.” I wasn’t on a power trip. I just didn’t want her to think I worked under my father or some other family member. My parents had walked away from the company over a decade ago. I’d been the chief operator of it ever since. “My parents are retired, and my brother is more interested in becoming a lawyer.”
“My mistake.”
I didn’t want to sound like a dick, but I didn’t want her to get the wrong impression of me. I wasn’t some lazy rich boy. I worked hard for my money. I made my family proud of me by the effort I put into preserving our legacy. “And yes, I enjoy it. I’ve started other companies too, so I have other businesses as well.”
“Sometimes I think about branching out, but I don’t have much time. I’m needed in the lab.”
“And that’s why you want to work with Titan?”
“Exactly. I could focus on what I’m good at, and she could focus on what she’s good at. Perfect match.”
It really was. “I’ll talk to her again.”
“You will?” she asked, that soft smile on her lips. “You’re really pushing for me, huh?”
“I’m not pushing for you—I’m pushing for her. She’s a very stubborn woman, and she doesn’t go back on her word. But I think she should reconsider this. I see the arrangement as nothing but a benefit to her.”
“That’s flattering.”
“You earned it.”
Her eyes fell again, softening in a vulnerable way. When she smiled, she was beautiful. But when she showed this expression, her true feelings, she was undeniably gorgeous.
My cock had hardened so many times that night I felt a little light-headed. My blood had been redirected to my cock on and off for several hours now—and I wasn’t even fucking. The teeth of my fly constantly bit into me, but my thickness was out of my control. This woman had a powerful grip on my dick—without even touching it.
She grabbed her glass and drank the remaining contents. Her lipstick prints were all over the edge now. She seemed to drink from a different spot every single time. She slowly set it down again then looked me in the eye. A long pause ensued, as if she were carefully considering what she was going to say before she said it.
Then she glanced down.
And looked right at the bulge in my slacks.
She lifted her gaze up to me again, her thick eyelashes shifting up as her gaze moved. Her green eyes were filled with confidence—and something else. “Is he like that all the time? Or is that just for me?”
I fought the smile that wanted to stretch across my lips. A shiver moved up my spine, and her directness burrowed under my skin. I was a confident man, and now I realized there was nothing sexier than a confident woman. I forgot to take a breath because I was stunned by her bluntness. She could mention my dick without even blushing, and she obviously wasn’t embarrassed to be caught looking. “It’s definitely you, sweetheart.” My eyes shifted to her mouth, and I wanted to kiss her right then and there. If that wasn’t an open invitation to make a move, I didn’t know what was. Women had been forward with me before, but never
in such a sexy and potent way.
“Now, that is flattering.” She grabbed my scotch off the counter and downed the rest of it in a single gulp.
I watched her throat shift as she swallowed, imagining her swallowing something else.
She set the glass down, upside down. “My place or yours?”
My smoldering expression intensified at her cool confidence. She wanted me, and she wasn’t afraid to get right to the point. She flirted subtly with me, and then she made her intentions bluntly obvious. She could spend the night with any man she wanted—but she wanted me.
Fuck, that was sexy.
I liked a woman who took what she wanted.
And this woman did a perfect job of doing just that. “Depends. Who’s closer?”
We stepped inside my penthouse, the top floor of a building overlooking the river. I bought the property almost ten years ago as an investment, and after the economic change over the last decade, it had certainly paid off. But I hadn’t sold it because it was a rare piece of property. The view was spectacular, more spectacular than any other penthouse I’d been to.
She sauntered inside, gliding on her heels like she was elevated off the ground. Her eyes swept over my home, taking in the luxurious furniture, gorgeous rug, and the rest of the enormous living room. It was a ten-thousand-square-foot floor, and I had it all to myself. There were four bedrooms in the place, but I didn’t have guests very often. At least, not the kind that slept in a different room. She turned back to me when she was finished staring. “You have a nice place.”
“Thanks.” I slowly walked up to her, all of my restraints slashed away. She was only there for one reason, so I didn’t have to be a professional gentleman anymore. The only uncertainty I felt was her position. How would I take her?
My hands finally moved to her hips, feeling the curves through the soft fabric of her dress. Even in heels, she was much shorter than me. She was a petite woman, but I never viewed her as small. She had the kind of presence that filled every corner of the room.
My fingers felt the fabric in my fingertips, scrunching it up as I gripped her. I felt it slide against her soft skin, felt it against her tight stomach. Once that dress was gone, I knew she would be a beautiful sight to behold. Her olive skin and her sexy curves would drive me crazier than I already was. “I know I should offer you a drink, but I don’t want to.” My face was close to hers, but I didn’t move in with a kiss. I glanced at her plump lips, fantasizing how they would feel against my mouth. The longer I built the anticipation, the better it would feel.
“I don’t want a drink.” Her hands were pressed to my chest, and they slowly migrated down, over the muscular grooves of my stomach and to my belt. She felt the leather before she moved farther south. While holding my gaze, she placed her fingers over the bulge in my slacks.
I stopped breathing once I felt her fingers against my hard shaft.
She traced the outline with her fingertips, measuring it from the base to the tip. My cock stretched up my slacks at an angle, moving to my opposite hip because there wasn’t enough room vertically. I knew I was particularly well-endowed downstairs. I had a cock built to fuck. She glided her palm over it next, her lips parted slightly in excitement. “I want you.”
Maybe seeing my big dick was the only reason she wanted to fuck me. She had been cold to me in her office, but the second I stood up and she came into direct contact with it, her attitude changed.
But I didn’t give a damn.
If she wanted my big dick, she could have it—all night long.
Autumn looked at me through her thick eyelashes. Then she licked her bottom lip.
The only reason why I hadn’t kissed her yet was because I was too busy enjoying this. Her forwardness was sexy. She wanted my thick cock to make her come all night, and I’d gladly fulfill her expectations. Whatever fantasy she wanted, I would make it happen.
My hand left her hip and slowly moved up past her cheek. My fingers finally came into contact with her dark hair, and I felt the softness brush against me like a rose petal. Her skin was warm to the touch, and as my fingers settled around the back of her neck and under the fall of her hair, I could feel her strong pulse.
I moved my mouth to hers and finally greeted her lips with mine. Soft, plump, and delicious. My breath was sucked out of my mouth as I kissed her, the fiery desire making me tremble. It was a million times better than what I fantasized. Her mouth was warm and soft, and I felt the jolt of electricity spike down my spine.
I gripped her harder with my fingers as I deepened the kiss, our mouths moving together and breaking apart. Her warm breath filled my mouth, and now the smell of her perfume was more potent than before. My hand squeezed her slender waistline, gripping her harder than I meant to.
The speed of our kiss increased, our mouths moving together more rapidly. I couldn’t get enough of her, and she couldn’t get enough of me. Her tongue moved into my mouth, finding mine in an erotic embrace.
My cock twitched. “Fuck…” I spoke into her mouth, all my coherent thoughts gone. My lifestyle was erotic and taboo. I’d experienced more things than most men could dream of. But I’d never had a kiss like this. I’d never felt my body come to life with such vigor. A woman had never made my hands shake.
Her fingers moved to my belt, and she slowly unfastened it before she moved to my button and fly.
I hadn’t taken it a step further because I was still absorbing her kiss. My tongue was still dancing with hers, still enjoying her. I enjoyed her top lip as well as her bottom one. With every passing second, my heart beat even faster.
She unbuttoned the front of my jacket and pushed it off my shoulders so it would fall to the ground behind me.
My slacks were loose around my waist, my cock popping out of the top of my boxers. My fingers gripped her hair and wrapped it around my knuckles, getting a tighter grip on her. The more I had her, the more I wanted her. I didn’t want her to slip from my grasp because every inch of her body was officially mine. “I jerked off to you this morning.” I spoke into her mouth, no longer possessing a single coherent thought. All I thought about was fucking this woman a million ways. I wanted to make her mine, make her full with my cock. I’d wanted her since the first moment I saw her—and I felt no shame in that.
She sucked my bottom lip before we broke apart, the same sex-crazed look in her eyes. Her fingers played with my boxers, and she slowly dragged them down my hips. “What was I doing to you?” Her lips moved to the corner of my mouth where she gave me another kiss.
“You were on your knees—sucking my dick.” Ever since the first time I’d laid my eyes on her mouth, I’d wanted it wrapped around my cock. I wanted to push my thickness down her tiny throat. I wanted to make her gag around my monster cock. If she expected me to say something romantic, like I wanted to kiss her all over her body instead, then she was in for a surprise.
“Did you come?” She kissed me again, tugging my boxers to my thighs so my cock was free.
“Hard.”
She sucked my bottom lip before she slowly lowered herself to her knees.
Jesus Christ.
My chest stiffened when I realized what she was doing. Her knees fell to the hardwood floor, and she flipped her thick hair behind her shoulder. She eyed my cock like sucking it would be nothing but a pleasure.
Both of my hands formed fists.
I couldn’t believe this was really happening.
This woman was on her knees—and I didn’t even command her to be on her knees.
She wrapped her fingers around my length then looked up at me through her thick eyelashes.
Fuck. My hand slid underneath her hair and wrapped around the back of her neck. I resisted the urge to yank her toward me, knowing she would suck my dick perfectly once she was ready.
She licked her lips.
I was going to come in her face right that instant if she kept this up.
Instead of pushing her mouth over my length, she tilted my cock to the ce
iling and pressed her mouth against my balls.
Goddamn.
The second her warm lips were pressed to my sac, I took in a sharp breath. No other pair of lips had ever felt so good. My fingers tightened against the back of her neck, and I narrowed my eyes on her gorgeous face.
She dragged her tongue over my textured skin, tasting my balls. Then she sucked them into her mouth, rubbing her tongue against them with the perfect pressure.
My fingers dug deeper.
Popping sounds emerged as she sucked and released. She licked her lips then kept going, devouring my balls like she felt privileged to be on her knees right that moment.
I’d never wanted to come so much in my life.
When my balls were soaked, she moved up my base, dragging her sexy tongue all the way to my tip. Then she swiped her tongue over my head, getting the drop of lubrication that seeped from the entrance. It was sticky, and a line of my juice spread between her mouth and the head of my cock.
This was much better than my fantasy.
Her lips finally surrounded my head, and she sucked hard. She wanted to taste more of me, to taste my arousal on her tongue.
My hand moved into her hair, pulling it away from her face. I could watch this performance all day, but my dick wouldn’t last that long.
Then she started to move to my base, taking in as much of my length as she could. She stopped over halfway, her mouth gaping open she tried to cram my impressive size deep inside. She pulled off again to take a breath before she moved in again.
Her spit collected on my length then dripped to the floor. She was slathering me in her saliva, priming me so I could fit in her tight little pussy. The lubrication would help, but she was making me so thick it was bound to hurt anyway.
She continued to move her mouth back and forth, her eyes darting to mine from time to time. Tears formed in the corners of her eyes because my size was too big for her to handle, but that didn’t slow her down. She kept going, giving me the best head of my life.
If I let this continue, I would explode inside her mouth. My come would sit on her tongue, and I would command her to swallow it. As much as I wanted to finish this fantasy to the very end, I wanted to fuck her more.
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