“Come up here and let me fuck your pussy.”
I ignore the command, hitting my head on the top of his desk when I pick up my speed. My saliva runs down his shaft until my fist is slick. When I graze him softly with my teeth, he lets out a groan as his legs straighten and I feel him clench his ass.
If I were in a better position, I would push my hand down my pants, but I know he would be pissed if I took my ‘sweetness’ from him. Instead, I just shift a little and enjoy the way my pants rub against my swollen clit.
Humming my pleasure, I speed up and grip him tighter.
He starts making rough sounds above the desk, and I know he’s close. Pulling back, I kiss the tip and blow against the skin. He hisses loudly, causing me to smile.
“Suck my cock, Ember.”
Not one to disobey—much—I do as I’m told and take him back in my mouth.
It doesn’t take long before my jaw relaxes as I sense him close to the edge before I take him as deep as I can and use my throat muscles to constrict against his cock.
He shouts out my name and then bathes the back of my throat with his come. I pull back slightly when he keeps coming so I don’t choke. I continue to slowly move my mouth up and down his shaft, waiting for the last twitch before licking the tip once more and pulling him from my mouth.
He doesn’t move when I back up and crawl out from under his desk. When I stand, I look down at him and feel a rush of power from what I’ve done. He’s slouched in his chair, his head resting against the back and his eyes closed.
I turn and walk to the bathroom in the corner to wash my hands and fix my hair and makeup before returning to his office, finding him standing and tucking his semi-hard cock back into his pants.
“Not that I’m complaining, but what was that for?” he questions, color still high on his cheeks.
“No reason. You looked tense, and I couldn’t have that.”
He laughs, the sound like a low rumble of thunder, and walks toward me. “Next time you’re in deep concentration on one of your paintings, I’m going to have a lot of fucking fun returning the favor, baby.”
I sway in his arms and lick my lips, his eyes following the movement of my tongue.
“I just have to get payroll submitted and then we’re out of here. I’m going to fuck you hard all night.”
“Promises, promises.”
He kisses my forehead, and after another moment of searching my eyes, he walks back to the desk.
“Do you mind if I head down to get a drink at the bar?”
He pauses, half down in his seat before nodding. “Let me text Shane and have him send someone up to escort you. I don’t want you fighting through that crowd on your own.”
I nod. “Thanks, love.”
He presses a few buttons on his phone, and I wait for someone, who is security I’m assuming, to come up. It takes almost ten minutes, but finally a mountain of a man enters the office after a brief knock. His black shirt says SECURITY in bold white letters.
“Sir?”
Nate looks up and frowns slightly. “Are you new?”
“Yes, sir,” he replies, his tone dark.
“Joe, right?”
The huge man gives a grunt in response.
“Right, well, Joe, this is my girl, and she wants to head down for a drink. Make sure she gets to the bar without any trouble. Shane knows you’re coming and is waiting for her at the main bar.”
Another noise from Joe.
“Love you, honey,” I call to Nate and walk over to the scary-as-hell Joe.
“Love you too, Ember.”
Joe doesn’t speak. He gives me about two seconds of attention, his ice-blue eyes sweeping my whole body in about a second, before turning to open the door. I step out with one last wave to Nate and wait for Joe to close the door and lead the way. If I know Nate, he’s now standing behind that wall of black windows, watching our every move.