Double damn.
CHAPTER 25
Roderick
Holy shit! Is that Dom?
There’s no mistaking the beautiful blonde staring at me.
What the hell is she wearing?
Damn!
Does she have any idea what that dress is doing to me?
Christ.
My brain was practically going numb from all of this boring legal talk when suddenly a vision comes standing in front of me. I always liked the concept of the all-glass conference room, now, I curse it.
How cruel is it to see something—someone—I can’t have.
Dom looks like a tempting seductress in a red dress that molds her body to perfection. Her smoky makeup accentuates her big blue eyes, which are peering back at me like expensive aquamarine stones. And then there are those delicious fucking lips. When they part, I shift in my chair in an attempt to discretely adjust myself. I do my darndest not to think of how amazing those lips felt wrapped around my cock last night as I fucked her pretty mouth, but it’s a catastrophic failure. I can only picture her on her knees looking up at me, begging me with her huge vulnerable eyes.
I’m so fucking screwed.
If I feel like this right now, how am I going to make it until Friday? Three and a half days without her is unbearable and to think I wasn’t even able to devour her this morning.
Fuck.
Considering how hot and heavy things have been between us since we started dating, I doubt I’ll be able to jerk off enough times to compensate.
“Rod?”
I’m vaguely aware of someone calling out my name. I’m too mesmerized to care.
Dom smiles at me and I have to force myself not to respond.
Damn, woman. What are you doing to me?
“Rod?”
Loki’s voice cuts through my inappropriate daydreaming.
Shit.
Focus, Wolfe.
“I apologize. You were saying?”
He frowns, before shifting his squinted eyes to where my girlfriend is standing and back to me.
“I said there are certain terms about this contract that need to get the blessing from the legal team.”
“Yes,” I nod. “It’s best if we’re all on the same page,” I add in an attempt to save face.
Loki looks at me like I have two heads.
“We’ve been at it for three hours, I vote we call it a day. Let’s reconvene when the legal team gives us the green light,” Loki suggests. “Jude, Solomon, my executive assistant will be in touch.”
Thank God one of us still has his head in the game.
“Of course,” the two men from Veemonth Records sitting across from us say in unison.
We’ve been entertaining Jude Pennington and Solomon Rosen—two execs from the second largest recording company in the world. Dinosaurs have to learn new tricks or they’re destined to become extinct. Three years ago, as we were starting out, we worked with a relatively unknown DJ to revive singer Mr. Probz’s, ‘Waves’. The song got some traction, but it never really topped the chart. Also, the original video was a snooze. Dom worked her magic and her cool version took the song to new heights. Half a billion views later, the video propelled the club remix to the top of the charts in twenty countries. Since then, we’ve had countless similar success stories. It’s no surprise Veemonth Records want some of that magic.
“Rod, you’re okay with that?” Loki turns his attention to me.
“Absolutely!” I say, already looking forward to getting the hell out of this room.
I chance a glance in Dom’s direction, but she’s gone.
Damn.
Once the customary parting greetings are over and done with, I set off to find Dom, but not before Loki gives me a piece of his mind.
“What the fuck?”
“Sorry. I got a little distracted,” I explain.
“A little? Rod, you were practically eye-fucking your girlfriend. Thank God Jude and Solomon were too consumed by the contract to notice.”
“Sorry,” I repeat. “It won’t happen again.” I meant to stop at that, but for some reason, my mouth keeps running. “I’m just not used to this.”
“The relationship?” Loki asks cautiously.
“No. I can’t get enough of her. I mean, I just can’t get her out of my fucking system. And God knows I’ve tried.” Many, many, many times.
I chuckle under my breath.
Our nightly sex marathons are proof.
Loki widens his eyes in surprise. “Holy hell! Roderick Callahan Wolfe has been brought down to his knees by his best friend. If I wasn’t this happy for you, I’d give you a hard time,” he says, patting me on the shoulder before pulling me into a bro hug. “You’re a lucky guy. She’s pretty hot.”
“Is she ever?”
“Go find her,” he winks.
He doesn’t have to tell me twice.
I step out of the conference room and head to my left.
“She went the other way,” Marissa says when I pass her desk. “She was looking for you, but settled for a sugar fix instead. Less trouble,” she laughs.
“You think you’re funny?”
“As a matter of fact, I do.”
“Get back to work!” I scold playfully.
“Yes, boss!”
I take a right and resume my mission.
When I enter the small conference room near Loki’s office, I find her.
That fine ass.
“I object to that dress,” I say.
Dom turns around to face me. “It doesn’t look good on me?”
Wow!
Now that there’s nothing obstructing my view, I can fully take her in. The light bounces against the gold chain of her necklace. It’s hidden, but I know the pendant is resting near her heart. It fills me with pride every time I see it on her. The neckline of her crimson-colored dress dips slightly to accentuate her slender neck. I was right. The fabric clings like a kid glove to her gorgeous tits. I’m proud of her for displaying her ink without shame. My eyes travel down, taking in the rest of her. The hem falls just below the knees. What a sexy as hell length! It elicits all sorts of raunchy thoughts. The demure cut and the fiery red hardens my cock. It’s like the damn thing is an invitation for misbehaving.
I close the gap between us. I’m just about to answer her when I spot a dot of chocolate glaze on her chin. Without thinking, I lower my head and lick it off.
“Rod…” Her voice comes out in a tremor.
“To answer your question, it looks too damn good on you. So much so, I’ll have to add it to my bank of recurring filthy fantasies.”
She flashes me a bright smile. “Thank you.”
“The vibrant colors against your blonde hair…” I say caressing her face. I drop my eyes to her feet. “Are those new?”
“Yes.”
Those shoes were designed to destroy a man.
“Tsk. Naughty Dom. When you get back, I might have to demand you wear them so I can fuck you wearing nothing else but those strapped to your feet.”
“Oh,” she blushes.
“Please. Don’t play innocent with me. You wore this dress for one of two reasons. One, you want to make sure I have some juicy material to jerk off to while I miss you desperately. Two, there’s a lucky bastard in Miami who’ll have the pleasure of peeling it off you tonight to find out what you’re hiding underneath.”
She tilts her head back and laughs. “Silly Rod, there’s only you.”
Fuck.
And if her declaration doesn’t do something to me.
“Say it again,” I order, tugging at her hair.
“There’s only you, Rod. I don’t want anyone else.”
I was content with that first part, but that second part has my heart doing this weird trippy thing again. It’s been happening a lot lately.
“I like the sound of that,” I tell her.
“As for discovering what I’m hiding underneath… there’s plenty of time for you to find out,” sh
e winks.
Holy Jesus.
“Is that an invitation?”
“Only if you’re game.”
“Someone is playing with fire.”
She gives me a one-shoulder shrug. “Maybe I don’t mind getting burnt.”
I love this newfound confidence. It wasn’t there at first, but I coaxed––and fucked it––out of her. In some small way, I’d like to believe I helped her blossom into this woman who goes after what she wants.
As I consider her bold proposal, I mentally do a quick inventory of the spaces in this building where I could have a little alone time with her. It’s the middle of the afternoon and our options are limited, but I’ll be damned if I’ll allow her to get on that plane without making up for this morning.
“Let’s go,” I say grabbing her hand into mine.
She doesn’t protest.
I stride down the hallway until I reach a heavy door.
I open it and gesture for her to step through first. I’m right behind her.
Our studios are located inside a renovated three-story warehouse in Culver City. This stairwell goes straight down to the street. Unless there’s an emergency, nobody ever uses these stairs. I can fuck her as hard as I want and no one will be any the wiser.
Good.
The door closes behind me with a heavy clang.
“What have I gotten myself into?” Dom asks.
“Save it, blondie. What did you expect when you threw fuel on the already raging fire?”
A dangerous glee lights up her eyes. “A passionate quickie before I leave?”
I wasn’t prepared for her answer.
Fuck me.
My cock twitches at her words.
“Oh, you’re going to get passion. You’re going to get so much of it, you won’t know which coast you’re on.”
“I guess you’re game,” her wicked grin is delicious.
I press my lips against hers and dig my fingers into her long hair, forcing her to walk backward until I pin her body against the wall.
“Dom,” I grunt as my cock throbs against her stomach.
“Rod.” I love hearing the desperate note in her voice. Her hands mirror mine as she fists the back of my hair. The roughness of her action sends a tingle to my balls.
“I want you so much, baby.”
I pull her dress up along her thighs and bite off a loud growl when my fingers brush against the lace edge of her panties. Dom loves delicate lingerie. Lucky for her, I’m a generous man.
“Oh God,” she says, “how am I going to survive all those days without you… and without your cock?”
“I’m in the same boat, baby. Your pussy is an addiction I don’t know how to break,” I groan into her mouth as my fingers stroke the warm and wet material between her legs.
She responds by running her tongue over my lips and that just makes me wild.
“My God, I can’t believe we’re doing this,” she says as if it’s only now it hits how far we’ve taken things.
“Second thoughts?”
She smiles wide. “Hell, no.”
That’s my girl.
I clench my hold around the fabric of her panties. “What color?”
“Don’t you want to find out for yourself?”
“I’ve got some pretty badass skills, but I can’t hold you and peek at the same time.”
“Noted. It’s the sexy leopard skin combo you bought me a couple weeks ago.”
“Darn. I liked those.”
“Liked?”
Without warning, I rip her panties off her body.
Her eyes widen in shock.
“Rod!” she shouts.
“Shhh.”
“Are you crazy?” she whispers.
“I need something to remember you by.”
“And the drawer full of panties I have at your place isn’t enough?”
I shake my head. “None of them smell like you.”
I crush her lips before forcing my tongue into her eager mouth.
“Fuck,” she groans when I slide two fingers deep inside of her.
“How is it possible you get wetter every single time I fuck you?”
“I think I’m wet the second you touch me.”
I finger-fuck her hard, my thumb rubbing vigorous circles on her clit.
“Dom, you’re driving me out of my goddamn mind.”
“More!” she whimpers. “I need your cock inside me.”
“Greedy, Dom,” I chuckle.
“I want you so much, I’m not above begging.”
Well hell.
I make quick work of my belt, pants and my boxer briefs until I release my cock. I’m so fucking hard, it’s almost painful. I lift her up in my arms and thrust inside her like a savage.
Her groan is so loud it echoes around the stairwell.
Jesus Christ.
I’ll never get used to how amazing it feels to be inside her pussy unsheathed. I could fuck her twelve times a day and it still wouldn’t be enough. It’s that mind-blowing.
It doesn’t take long for my heavy balls to tug. “Baby, I’m there. Are you close?” I grunt.
“Yes,” she gasps, clenching around me. “Oh, God.” Her breath is ragged. “Oh, God,” she repeats a little louder.
“That’s it, baby. Come hard for me.”
Dom wraps her legs around me and starts swaying her hips back and forth. Nothing compares to watching her chase her climax. I meet each one of her desperate thrusts with a punishing one.
She moans and shudders and bites into the shoulder of my jacket as I take control of this dance. I pump into her hard and fast against the wall, praying she doesn’t bruise too badly.
“You’re my hit of ecstasy, baby,” I groan as I pump in and out of her.
“Arghhh!”
“You’re too loud, baby. You want an audience?” I chuckle.
“Sorry,” she blushes.
The thought of someone catching us excites me more than it should.
Old habits die hard.
My hands are full, so are hers. I angle her body, making it easier for her clit to rub against me with every thrust.
“I’m there,” she sobs.
“Force my cum out of me,” I whisper inches away from her mouth.
And she does.
She clenches so hard around me, I choke a groan.
Holy Christ.
My legs start trembling underneath me as my balls tighten.
I’m flirting with the edge of my climax, but no way I’m coming first.
“Come for me, Dom,” I command.
I slam harder and deeper into her.
“God,” she grunts. With one last hard thrust, I send her flying. “Ro—”
I swallow her cry and allow her to swallow mine as I pour my release deep inside her pussy.
Fuck.
Our heavy breathing fills the stairwell. She’s struggling as much as I am.
“That—that was amazing,” she pants, her chest rising and falling.
“That was off the charts.”
As much as I’d like to hide here until I’m ready for round two, I know it’s unreasonable. She has a flight to catch and I have a company to run.
“Let’s get dressed and presentable,” I say, squeezing her ass and dropping a kiss on her lips.
“Okay, but I’m not sure about the presentable part,” she says with a lazy laugh. “I think you pretty much destroyed that possibility.”
“I guess you’re right,” I chuckle.
Reluctantly, I pull out of her and I grunt, already missing her warmth.
I drop her to her feet and place a tender kiss on her forehead. I pull my pants and boxer briefs up, tuck away my cock and zip up. Once I’m done, I turn my attention to her. I smooth down the fabric of her dress and comb her hair with my fingers. It’s a paltry attempt at hiding the telltale signs of our raunchy session.
“Let’s sneak back to my office so you can use my private bathroom.”
“Yikes. The damage
is irreparable?” she asks, patting her hair with the palm of her hand.
“Let’s just say you look like your boyfriend banged your brains out.”
“Oh, no. That obvious?”
“A bit,” I chuckle.
“I can’t arrive in Miami looking like a hot mess.”
“You have plenty of time,” I reassure her. “Come on.”
“Wait! I’m pantiless,” she screeches, pointing at her thong lying on the floor.
“Oops. Sorry.”
“You aren’t sorry at all, Wolfe.”
“Not really.”
Oh well, I tried to be sympathetic.
“I can’t believe you’d put me in this predicament.”
“Since you won’t be joining the mile-high club on this flight, this is as dirty as it gets for you, blondie.”
She laughs.
I grab what’s left of her lace underwear and shove it into my jacket pocket.
“They’ll be right here until you get back.”
“Like you’re going to jerk off to them?” she asks.
“Nah, nothing nearly as sordid. It’s a little memento for when I need a shot of your heady scent.”
“Unbelievable,” she shakes her head.
Her beautiful blue sparkling eyes smile at me, reminding me how much of a lucky bastard I am to call her mine.
I wrap my arms around her, pulling her little body closer to mine.
“Three and a half days sounds like an eternity,” I say.
Her hands drape around my neck, and she drops her head against my chest. “I’ll miss you so much, Rod,” she says.
I meant to parrot her words, but this flies out of my mouth instead, “I’m in love with you, Dom.”
I’ve made peace with the fact my recurring heart palpitations have little to do with the threat of a heart attack, but everything to do with something so new and so profound, I hesitated to put it into words until now.
She pulls away from me, her eyes wide as her jaw drops open. “You— What?” She squeezes her eyes shut and opens them again. “Rod? Really? No way.”
Her flushed cheeks are so endearing.
This is unexpected for both of us.
I lean in and brush my lips against hers. “I’m in love with you,” I repeat.
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