Page 69 of Handle Me

I nodded. I knew. I didn’t need her to explain it to me. I took her hand and pressed a kiss to her knuckles. I understood. I did. I had my own fears and reservations. I deserved the same from her.

“I’ve made mistakes in the past. I’ve been blind to things I should have seen, but I’m not anymore. I haven’t bothered with a lot of relationships because I like my life, too, and my job. But I would be a damn fool if I ignored that something’s changed. Something with you and me.”

Maybe I didn’t know what was going on either. Maybe I was hitting the gas when I would usually be pumping the brakes. I didn’t know exactly what that meant, either. But I wouldn’t hide it from her. Not when she saw me so clearly.

“No more rules, except number 5.” She smiled, and I felt like I’d won a prize. “Fine by me.”

“Now, about you getting dressed.” I plucked at the waistband of her lace knickers. “How committed are you to that plan?”

“I’m not sure they’ll let me in Buckingham looking like this,” she said dryly.

“Maybe you should stay here,” I suggested.

“I can’t stay naked in your bed forever.” But fire flared white-hot in her eyes as she spoke.

I wondered if this thing between us would ever cool down or if it would stay this hot and demanding forever. Fuck, I hoped it would. I hoped she would always look at me like she was looking at me now: hungry, ready, waiting for me to do whatever the fuck I wanted with her. I hooked my thumbs under her knickers and pushed them free.

“They definitely won’t let me into Buckingham like this,” she simpered.

“That, boss, is the point.” I ran my hands over her hips and slipped them around to squeeze her perfectly plump ass.

“Why is only one of us naked?” she asked, taking on a businesslike tone.

I hushed her with a smirk. “Rule number 5 is in effect.”

“My apologies.” She ran a tongue over her red lipstick. “It’s too bad you’re in charge.”

“Oh?”

“I was thinking...” She caressed my hard dick through my jeans. “But I’m not supposed to be thinking, am I?”

I swallowed down a groan. Lola wasn’t just a natural submissive. She was a tease in the sexiest way possible. Even when I bent her over my knee or ordered her onto the bed, she drew it out and made me want her even more.

“No,” I said with a smile, brushing a thumb over those red lips. “You don’t need to think, because I know exactly what you want.”

Her mouth parted, and she sucked the tip of my thumb softly. It seemed what she wanted and what I wanted were exactly the same thing.

“On your knees,” I ordered her gently.

Her mouth split into a wide smile. She locked her eyes with me, never breaking contact as she lowered onto the floor. But as soon as she was on her knees, she paused and waited with wide, innocent eyes.

“Unzip my pants,” I said gruffly, gathering her hair into my fist.

Those eyes stayed on me as she followed my order, and it took effort not to let my own close when I felt her cool, soft hand wrap around my cock.

“What do you want?” I asked her.

“This,” she whispered, stroking me slowly, “is what I want.”

I groaned as she pumped my dick with one hand and tugged my jeans lower with the other.

“What do you want?” I repeated more forcefully.

“I want your cock.” She licked those red lips, and my cock twitched.

“Take it, then.”

She didn’t hesitate. She lifted her head and opened her mouth to welcome my cock. I held on to the fistful of her hair while she worked my dick, licking and sucking. It had been a long time since I’d had a blowjob this good. Maybe I’d never had one this good. Probably because it had been so long since I’d wanted anyone as much as I wanted Lola.