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Dawson paused for a second before his hands left my shoulders and I thought I’d said too much—I mean, the man was my boss—but instead, he pulled the elastic tie from my bun, sending my long hair spilling around my face. Burying his fingers in the nape of my neck, he tugged hard, sending a shot of pleasure straight to my balls.
“You should wear it down more. I prefer it down.” The undeniable outline of his hard cock pressed against my ass.
“Daw,” I whispered as one hand massaged my shoulder while the other alternated between raking over my scalp and then tugging on my hair; it was the most amazing feeling.
“You want me to stop?” he questioned softly.
“No.”
“Good. You want more?”
“Yes.” I was desperate for more. Desperate for more of him.
“Are you sure? Because you should know that if we do this, it probably won’t be a one off. I think you’re going to be stuck with me for a while.” He tugged my hair again with the perfect amount of pressure.
“I’m stuck with you anyway. Are you sure you want to mix business with pleasure?”
He bit down on my earlobe, and my body arched uncontrollably. “Who said it will be all pleasure?” And with that, his lips found my neck. “You should know that I’m not great with being touched. I’m vers. I’m open to pretty much anyone and anything, but if you touch me, do it with purpose. Scratch me, bite me, fuck me until I break, but no ghosting of fingers or feathery-light touches. That shit is going to send me running for the hills.”
“Okay.”
“Turn around,” he commanded, and I turned, finding his emerald green eyes hooded with desire. “Strip.”
Loving the hint of dominance in his voice, I tugged off my t-shirt, throwing it to the floor and kicking off my shoes and socks before I popped the buttons on my jeans. I stepped out of them and my underwear, leaving me standing in my kitchen, stark naked, surrounded by the dusk light filling the room.
Dawson stepped back, taking me in, looking like he was deciding where to start, but I didn’t give him a chance to choose.
“Kiss me.” Tugging on his t-shirt, I pulled him with such force that he slammed against me with a grunt before his lips met mine. His mouth was dominating, deep, sensuous. I’d not been with a man in so long that the feel of his hard body made my already hard cock thicken.
Sensing my need, he wrapped his hand around my length, pushing his thumb through the precum that beaded my slit.
“I wanna taste you,” he grunted against my lips.
I nodded. “Let me see you first.” Grabbing the belt on his jeans, I fumbled, trying to get it unfastened as he ran his hands over my chest. Finally freeing him, I pushed his jeans down his thighs along with boxers, cursing as I got my first look at the hardware in his hard cock. A silver bar pierced his head while a ring sat above his pubic bone, and I couldn’t wait to feel them rubbing against me while we fucked.
He dropped to his knees, removing his t-shirt. Looking up at me from beneath his long, fair lashes, he wrapped his lips over my head and took my length to the back of his throat, sucking hard.
My legs buckled as pleasure shot through me and I had to lean back on the counter to keep myself upright as he deep throated me like his life depended on it. His hand cupped my balls, while the other dug into my ass as my hips thrust and my fingers found his hair, loving how soft it felt.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” I cried as he tilted his head and I seemed to slip deeper, even though I didn’t think it was possible. “Fuck, your mouth is spectacular.”
Dawson hummed in appreciation, which made my cock spill even more precum.
Just then a hammering sounded on the front door, but I ignored it, burying my other hand in Dawson’s hair, driving in harder.
Then the hammering started again.
“Don’t stop. I’m so close.” Then my phone rang with the ringtone I saved for my bodyguard. “Fuck, I need to get that. It’s Lenny.”
Dawson paused, but he didn’t release my cock from his mouth. Instead, he began working me with a slow, painful pace as his hand joined in with his torment.
“What?” I let out breathlessly.
“You have a visitor.”
“I’m busy, Lenny. Tell them to come back.”
“I’m not your doorman. Come and deal with it yourself.”
