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She licked her lips and took a deep breath. “Okay . . . can I ask you something?”
His eyes narrowed, a diabolical smile lifting the corners of his mouth. “What’s that?”
“Does that door have a lock on it?”
His eyes reflected heat. “Yeah.”
“And can I lock it?” she asked softly, holding her breath.
Chapter Ten
Could she lock it? Garrett’s cock came to immediate, screaming attention. “Yeah,” he got out gruffly. She slid away from him and walked across the room with a grace that he knew she didn’t even realize she had. As she flipped the deadbolt into place, he stood to his feet and waited as she came back to him.
When she did nothing but stand in front of him, his dick engorged as his hands fell to her shoulders. “What do have in mind?” Fuck, he’d agree to anything.
“I think you have a beautiful view,” she said softly as her eyes went to the window behind him.
“Yeah,” he bit out, not taking the time to look away from her.
“Can you sit in your chair?”
He didn’t need to be asked twice. He fell back into the seat, his blood pulsing hot and hard through his veins at her possible intentions.
When she fell to her knees in front of him, he almost had a coronary. Just breathe, Rule. Her hands went to the fastening of his slacks, and as she began fumbling inexpertly, a blush covered her cheeks and his cock jerked in response. Did she have a clue? Did she understand that she held a charm that was like an uncontrollable force reeling him in? Did she know that her softness mesmerized him to such a degree that it had become a craving, a need he couldn’t resist?
Unable to wait much longer, he helped her to release his zipper, and then he made an adjustment, getting himself ready for what she wanted.
She stared at his cock, making it jerk and throb for attention, but he knew that, this time, he’d need more than her mouth on him, and he wanted to be ready. “Just a minute, baby.”
She glanced up at him, a flush on her face, and he pointed to the skirt she was wearing. “Panties. Off.”
She licked her lips and he felt the immediate reaction in his guts. “This isn’t about me, Garrett.”
“No? I disagree. This is always about you. Take them off.”
As if she had a mind to drive him crazy, she turned away and lifted her skirt, and then, slowly, exquisitely, she slid her panties down her hips and stepped out of them. She performed the maneuver gracefully and modestly, and the fact that she’d done it without showing him anything was about to make him pop his wad.
He reached out and grabbed her hand, and then brought her to her knees. “You sure you want this?”
Her eyes flared in reaction and in answer to his question, she lowered her head. She wrapped her hand around the base of his cock, and her lips enclosed the tip. She took a tentative taste and lust surged through his bloodstream, landing with a force in his guts that almost brought him out of his seat. He hardened even more, and with a small moan in response to his reaction, she took him inside her mouth and began sucking.
His hands found the arms of his chair and he braced himself. He watched the dark fall of her hair covering his lap, felt the wet heat of her mouth where he’d dreamed of it more times than he could fucking count, and he knew that his life, in that moment, was as damn near to perfect as it would ever get.
He let her have her way for maybe thirty more seconds, because that was all he could take without coming. He’d have it that way one day soon . . . but for now, he needed to sink inside of her wet heat, wanting to feel her come even more than he wanted his own satisfaction.
He was nearly at the end of his control, but he took about five more seconds for himself, thrusting his hands into her hair and directing her movements, holding her there, pushing her down over him, and when he knew he couldn’t trust himself anymore, he moved his hands to her upper arms and pulled her up.
An almost-drugged look of desire lit her eyes when she opened them. “What?” she whispered, her mouth shiny and swollen, trying to wriggle away from his tight hold, trying to go back down on him.
He groaned and lifted her, jerked her skirt up to her waist, pushed her thighs apart until she was straddling him. He pushed his fingers into her hair, and with her eyes on his, told her what he wanted. “Fuck me, baby.”
He felt her thighs quiver, and he held a hand at her back as he adjusted her to the place where he wanted her. He felt her tight opening catch on the head of his cock; she was so hot, so wet, so clearly ready for him. “That’s it, baby. I want you to come on me—I want you to fuck me.”
