So fucking eager to ditch her. Word of mouth was good, but not when it came at my agency’s expense. But if he wasn’t happy with what she was offering, and I didn’t take him, someone else, somewhere else would.
And that was not okay.
He sent the contract, and I spent fifteen minutes looking it over. I marked the obvious changes. And then I sat back and looked at my screen, because for the first time in the longest time, I had a dilemma.
I just fucked her. If I took her client, she would take it more personally than ever. I rubbed my temples at the thought of her outrage.
I shouldn’t have fucked her. Again.
I didn’t need this client.
I did want to take him from her so she could realize why they kept coming to me.
I looked up his stats and considered him analytically. He was good. Could be better. A DE like him would only be used three or four times in a game. But he would be used.
Fuck.
Why did I have to have sex with her? A week ago, this would be a no-brainer.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
“Fuck!” Shoving my chair back, I stood up and strode to her office. She was on a call, and her eyes widened when I walked in and closed the door behind me. Turning, I closed her blinds, and as an afterthought, I locked the door.
Angel kept talking, and I knew she was in the middle of a negotiation. She had on one of her skirt suits today. The skirt was knee-length. She was always dressed well. Her blouse was white, buttoned to the neck, and I could see where the faint orange from her foundation had rubbed onto her shirt, from where she’d tried to cover the cut to her neck from last night.
Angel shooed me away with her hand when I stepped closer.
Looking down at her, I smirked when she closed her screen, not wanting me to see who she was talking to, but she kept talking. She didn’t trust me, and that was fine. I didn’t trust her either.
Bending over her, I flicked her top button open, and although she swatted my hand away, she didn’t halt her call. Undeterred, I opened the next two, and when she stood abruptly to walk out of my reach, I hooked my arm around her waist and pulled her into me.
Her hair was in its low ponytail, and I wrapped it around my fist, tugging her head back. This had not been my intention when I came in here, but seeing her at her desk, her head in the game, her mouth running stats, she was sexy.
I wanted her. Deftly, I unbuttoned her shirt, and she never moved away. Instead, her ass pressed into me, and when she next spoke, her voice was a little raspier than before. My thumb brushed over her nipple, and I heard her suppress her moan.
“Um, guys, I’m really sorry, I need to go,” Angel suddenly said as I pushed her bra up. “I know, it’s unexpected, I’ll rearrange.” She tried to wriggle away from me as I rolled her nipple, but I merely jerked my fist that was still wrapped in her hair, warning her to stay where she was. “Yes, I will. Sorry again.”
The ear pods were ripped out as she struggled and then turned to me furiously. “What the hell?” she demanded.
“Get on your knees,” I told her.
“Fuck you, you get onyourknees,” Angel snapped angrily. Which wasn’t a bad idea. Pushing her back onto her seat, I spread her legs and pushed her skirt up. “Are you crazy?” Angel demanded in a tense whisper. “We can’t do this here.”
Pulling her hips closer to me, I lifted her ass and pulled at her panties. They resisted. I didn’t have patience for resistance. So I tugged harder and heard the rip as Angel bit out a sharp cry.
“Quiet,” I warned her as I tossed the ruined panties to the side. “Keep real quiet,” I said as I leaned in and took a taste of her pussy. She could protest all she wanted, but she was wet and ready.
Licking through her wetness, I stroked my tongue over her clit while I slipped two fingers inside her. I felt her move lower in the seat as she moved into my mouth, chasing the feeling.
“This is madness,” she protested as her fingers sank into my hair. “God, you do that so well,” she murmured in appreciation.
Sucking on her clit, I added another finger, and Angel’s hips started moving in synchronization with my fingers pumping in and out of her.
“Onyx,” she mewled above me. “God, you bastard, what are you doing to me?” she groaned as her hips moved off the seat, pressing her pussy to my mouth. Angel’s scream was muffled when she bit into her arm as I started to tongue-fuck her. My thumb rubbed circles over her clit, and my tongue andfingers dipped in and out of her. “Onyx!” she hissed at me in desperation.
Her body jerked underneath me as her legs clamped around my head, her back arching as she came hard.
I wasn’t a gentleman. I didn’t wait for her to recover. I pulled her up, turned her, bent her over the desk, and was inside her, fucking her hard as her pussy pulsed around me.
