“Good.” She smiled. “They said I did everything by the book, and I have their full support.”
I blew out a breath. “Thank God.”
She glanced at me. “They suggested we control how this gets presented before Brian has a chance to twist it around.”
I tilted my head. “Control it how?”
“This isn’t exactly a cheating scandal or some secret affair that compromised my work. If anyone wants to go back and pull up every article I wrote, then let them. I did nothing wrong.” She reached for her water, taking a small sip as she continued. “Ember is already helping me come up with a plan. She is drafting up talking points, focusing on my public reputation, and suggested your team do the same.”
I shouldn’t have been surprised that Becca thought of everything. “My people are already working on a press release. They want us to draft something ourselves too. Maybe post a few pictures for social media, but everything has to be lined up and timed perfectly.”
“Right. So, our main objective right now is getting something concrete on Brian.”
“Exactly.” I stood up and pointed at the food. “Are you done?”
“Yes, I’m stuffed. Thank you.” She adjusted her ponytail and picked up her phone.
I rolled my eyes and got up to put the food away.
When I walked back into the living room, she was curled up on the couch, her hair pulled back in a messy knot, while she stared at her phone.
I don’t think she knew how beautiful she was or how much I appreciated what she was doing for me.
She could have walked away, but she didn’t. Most people in my world only looked out for themselves, but not Becca. She was willing to risk her career and go to bat for me. I wasn’t sure how I would ever repay her.
I walked across the room and reached out without thinking. I brushed my thumb along her jaw, letting it linger. “Thank you.”
Her brows knitted slightly. “You don’t have to thank me.”
“I do, because nobody has shown up for me like this before.”
Not like this. Not without conditions or expectations.
She shifted closer. “You’ve been carrying all this around by yourself.” Her soft fingers brushed against my arm. The touch was comforting in ways I didn’t know I needed. “Maybe I can help you take the edge off.”
I tilted my head, studying her carefully. There was a spark in her eyes and a little wicked smile on her lips. “Oh, yeah. What do you have in mind?”
Her hands drifted lower, tracing a path down my stomach. My muscles tensed from her touch. “This.”
She slid my pants down my legs, tugging them all the way down until they hit the floor.
Her lips parted as she stared at my cock. One look was all it took for every ounce of worry and frustration to fade into the background.
I pushed her hair back. “You really don’t have to do this. I was trying to be a good guy. Feed you dinner and take care of you.”
“I’m doing it because I want to, and I’m perfectly capable of taking care of myself.”
“You’re killing me, Becca.” I kept my eyes on her as she sank fully to the floor.
She reached for my erection. My pulse picked up just like it did right before kickoff. Except there were no screaming fans in the background. Just Becca looking like she was about to ruin me or wreck me in the best possible way.
I brought my thumb to her bottom lip and pushed it down. “You’re going to have to open that mouth wider if you want me to fit.”
She peered up at me with a smirk. “I don’t remember you having any complaints last time.”
I huffed out a laugh and instinctively moved my hands to the back of her hair, allowing her to set the pace.
She took me slow and deep, licking around the head and stopping every few seconds to peek at me for my approval. My hand tightened around her scalp while she licked me from base to tip. I was trying to be careful and not choke her. But my God, I don’t recall a blow job ever feeling quite like this.
