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The man can multitask.
Two can play that game. I drop to my knees and Gio hisses. The person on the other line doesn’t seem to notice, droning on about leverage, assets, liquidity.
I lick my lips and lower to my hands and knees. Gio’s eyes burn now, scorching my body, while an inferno swirls between us.
His desk is a large glass surface with four chrome legs. His PJ pants are tented with his solid response to me. I smile at him, and his Adam’s apple bobs up and down. He answers a question on the line.
I don’t really hear the words, but I take it as a challenge. I want him to lose control. The thought propels me forward. Slowly placing one hand and knee forward, I crawl to him, my hips swaying. Not for a moment do I leave his gaze.
I make it to his desk and hesitate for a moment, but his eyes on me are like an aphrodisiac and I don’t want to break the connection, so I raise to my feet. Gio pushes his chair back, making room for me.
I can walk around, but that wouldn’t be fun. I push my knee onto his desk and hoist myself up, crawling toward him. He inhales sharply but doesn’t reach for me. We’re not touching, but his gaze grazes me with reverence, and lust so strong my skin burns.
Slowly, elegantly, I lower my ass to his desk and pivot, so I can glide my legs to his side of the table. I stay seated at the edge and find his raging erection with my foot.
Gio stifles another sharp breath and the person on the other line has to repeat a question. I rub my foot against his hard cock, and he grits out the response. It sounds astute, but I focus on rubbing my foot up and down his raging erection.
“I sent you the slides, so you can follow the presentation since your video is not working. Did you get them?” the voice on the other side says. Oh shit, there is still a presentation to go over?
“Yes, I have it here.” Gio lies because he hasn’t even moved, let alone checked his email. “Do continue,” he says, probably to both of us.
I push myself off the table and get to my knees again. His eyes darken, mixed with warning and encouragement.
The presentation hums in the background as I slide my finger into the waistband of his pants. His cock springs out and Gio fists my hair. He leans down and seizes my lips, with ownership and need that empowers me in so many ways.
When our lips part, I’m a mess, ridden with lust and desire of my own, but it only mirrors what I see on his face.
I wrap my hand around his base and lick the tip. Gio watches me with hooded eyes, and I realize that the best part about getting down on my knees is seeing him undone, vulnerable and in awe while needing me so badly he forgoes work.
It feels like a minor victory, not that I was keeping score, but this man has been busy and always distracted, and having his full attention is the best treat ever.
I flick my tongue and Gio hisses, but swallows the sound. God, I love that he’s losing control. I take him in and start sucking, licking and moving my hand and mouth in the same rhythm. His muscles tense and both his hands rake my hair, fisting painfully.
He’s too big, and as I hollow my cheeks, tears spring into my eyes. Gio swipes a tear with his thumb and mouths, “Touch yourself.”
He doesn’t even say the words, but the scorching command is palpable, and I immediately drop one hand between my thighs.
Gio inhales a deep breath through his nostrils and takes over with a punishing tempo. He fucks my mouth, and I’m so wound up that just a mere touch of my swollen clit edges me over the precipice.
It only takes a few moments before we both fall apart. I swallow as much as I can before he jerks me up, spins me around and pushes me to his desk, my butt jutting out. His warm, large hand is like a vice between my shoulder blades, holding me without the option to move.
His other hand travels up my thighs and I pant, trying desperately to stifle my moan. Gio hikes my knee up on the table, spreading me for him. He plunges into me and fills me to the hilt, and I sink my teeth into my forearm, hoping the audience on the other line won’t hear us.
He lowers himself over me and moves his hand to my mouth, covering it completely, almost cutting off my air supply.
His other hand and the edge of the table bruise my hips, but the discomfort vanishes as quickly as my mind gets fogged by the feeling of him.
I’m floating on a cloud of lust, nothing matters, just this: the cool glass grazing my nipples against the heat of the man bringing me to the brink of nirvana. I bite his finger hard, but being completely at his mercy, I can’t think of any other way to retain some control.
He hisses. Loudly. I tense, but he doesn’t stop his punishing tempo. Jesus. A scream tears from me as the freight-train of an orgasm rams through my body. As much as I want to stay silent, I can’t. I dissolve into a rag doll, melting into the glass surface.
Gio follows me shortly after with a roar, and my lusty mind snaps. Did we just silence the presenter? Oh my God.
Gio feels my tension and chuckles. “I disconnected the call.”
“You bastard.” I exhale.
He chuckles again and slaps my butt cheek. “That’s what you get for interrupting my meeting.” He hasn’t pulled out of me, still pulsing inside my center.
