Before her, work had been my escape. I'd spent so many hours hiding behind my desk, in my office, and in boardrooms, making money. It was a universe I could control, one where I was comfortable.
But now, whilst I still loved my job and making my company money, I couldn’t wait until my tasks were done so I could find her just to talk, make her smile, and maybe, when I was very lucky, steal a kiss or two. Kiss stealing had become easier and easier ever since Timmy’s birthday, three weeks ago. And the kisses, which had started out as chaste and sweet, had become more demanding on both sides. I was really starting to hope that she was going to stay with me.
A quick knock at my door brought me back to reality.
“Come in.”
She opened the door and despite her being dressed in a conservative purple wrap dress, my pulse quickened.
She smiled at me, her fingers fidgeting at her sides. My girl was nervous and that piqued my interest in the best way.
“I’ve put Timmy to bed.”
I glanced at the clock. Eight at night. Fuck, it was later than I'd thought.
“Sorry for missing bedtime.”
She waved her hand dismissively. “Don’t worry about it. Mister was in a mood tonight. He didn’t like any of the books I read him.”
I chuckled. That boy might be Edward's, but he was going to be a mini-me, something that I couldn't help but be proud of. "He wants what he wants."
"Indeed."
When she chewed on her bottom lip,
I groaned internally. I had to tell her she needed to stop doing that. Seeing her plump lip between her white teeth sent a message to my cock that I could barely control.
“What can I do for you?” I gestured for her to come in. “Please come in, close the door.”
She took a step in and closed the door behind her. “I don’t want to bother you if you’re busy.”
“You never bother me,” I admitted truthfully. “Interrupt me whenever you like.”
Nodding, she walked closer to my desk. She seemed so nervous that it was making me nervous.
I pushed my chair back from the desk and swiveled toward her.
She stood in front of me, just far enough to be out of reach.
I looked down at her feet and frowned at the stilettos she was wearing. That was so unlike her; she was a ballet or barefoot kind of girl.
“I’ve been here almost two months now,” she said with a sigh, “and I don’t think this bargain is going to work for me anymore.”
The pain I felt at her words was overwhelming. I opened my mouth, only to close it again as nausea hit me at the idea of losing her.
“I don’t need more time, Dean Beaumont. I love you.”
The pressure on my heart eased immediately. “What?” I asked breathlessly.
“I don’t need more time to think. What you did was horrible, but I’ve seen so much good in you, so much love, and I don’t want to be without you, Dean. I love you.”
I blinked in a daze. I had won? I had her? I was about to reach for the box in my drawer when she reached for the knot on her dress and let it fall to the floor.
She was standing in front of me in a red lace lingerie set, leaving nothing to the imagination. She was a vision, a goddess, my good girl who loved being bad. My salvation.
“Am I daydreaming again?”
She shook her head. “No, but do you dream about this often?”
"More often than you’d think."
She gave me a half-smile, trying to shake away her nervousness. She was trying to be brave, my girl. If only she knew how brave she already was. She was probably one of the strongest people I knew. She hadn't let the life she'd led nor the way I'd treated her smother the kindness and love inside of her.
She knelt on the floor in front of me and spread my thighs before sliding in between them.
"What are you doing?" I asked as my dick thickened at what I hoped was coming.
She reached for my belt and undid it. “I’m having a do-over. I've studied a few techniques.”
A pinch of guilt mixed with my overwhelming desire. “You don’t have anything to make up for. I was cruel. I've never come as hard as I did that day.” And that was nothing but the truth.
“I still want to do this.” She unbuttoned my pants and then unzipped them, giving more breathing space to my now hard as steel cock.
Getting my cock out, she swirled her tongue over the tip, making me hiss.
I closed my eyes, resting my head on the back of the chair.
She trailed her tongue up my length a few times, slowly, lavishly as if we had all the time in the world. Wrapping her tongue around the tip of my cock, she made me feel like I was about to blow my load. I used to be able to control myself, but not in her hands, never in her hands.
Running my fingers through her silky hair, I said, “I love you so much.” She finally wrapped her mouth around me. Applying pressure with her tongue, she went down my cock slowly.
My hips bucked up almost involuntarily; she moaned, wanting me to take control. She loved it when I did. It made her wet.
And I loved it when my girl submitted. The thought made me even harder - if it was even possible.
Tightening my hand in her hair, I pressed her head down. I didn’t push hard enough to force myself down her throat, but just enough to show her what I wanted.
Moaning again, she went down as I directed. The more she bobbed her head, the more she increased her suction. I was lost in her warm mouth, but I didn't want to come like this. No, I wanted her to come with me.
“Enough,” I growled, pulling her off my cock.
She stayed on her knees, looking up to me, her lips plumped from all the hard sucking. She was even more beautiful than usual when she was submitting.
“Was it bad?” she asked with uncertainty.
“Bad?” I scoffed. “No, it was too good. Baby, I want to come inside you with your tight little pussy squeezing all the come out of me.”
She rubbed her thighs together.
“You love it when I talk dirty to you, don’t you?
She nodded, the flush of her cheeks matching her red lingerie.
I stood up, my dick still standing straight as I closed my laptop and put it on the floor before swiping my desk clean with my forearm.
She let out a gasp of surprise.
“My turn now,” I replied, pulling her up off the floor and sitting her on the edge of my desk.
When I parted her thighs, I clearly saw her arousal on her underwear. Settling between her legs, my erection pressed against the wet heat of her panties.
I gave her a passionate kiss, biting her bottom lip until she granted me entrance. Then I conquered her with my tongue.
Breaking the kiss, I trailed my lips across her jawline. “Say it again,” I ordered in between kisses.
“I love you,” she let out a moan as I sucked on her neck. “I love you.”
“I love you too.” I rested a hand on her back. "Lay down."
As she did as I ordered, I trailed my hand down her flat stomach to the edge of her panties. I had to fight my basic instinct to take her, to possess her.
Leaning over her, I pushed aside her bra, revealing her beautiful perky breasts and hard rosy nipples.
I sucked one into my mouth, making her arch against me. Her pleasure mattered even more than mine now. She was paramount.