Red lipstick is something I love but that I rarely wear. Especially while I was actively trying to avoid relationships and the appearance of them. But right now? All I want to do is give him what he wants.
Not to mention the idea of finally tasting him has me squirming with desire.
I put on the red lipstick in a few quick strokes and walk back to him. “Like this?” I sink to my knees.
He’s so shocked that he stops moving, and I don’t waste time. I touch him. Stroking his shaft and learning the feel before I reach out and kiss the tip. “Fucking hell.”
“Mmm.” I’ve never done this. But I’ve seen it done enough times in porn that I get the idea. Opening my mouth, I let him slip inside and glide along my tongue.
Kris seems frozen. Not in a bad way—again I see that awe that I don’t feel like I completely deserve. Right now, it makes me feel powerful.
I close my lips around his shaft and move down his length. The low groan he makes sends heat downwards to my core. Who thought that sucking cock would feel this hot?
He’s too big for me to take all of him, or even most of him, but Kris doesn’t seem to care. His hips thrust gently into my mouth, and I suck on his skin, intentionally leaving a trail of red just like he said.
We lock eyes, and he smiles, though his gaze is clouded with lust and arousal. “So fucking hot.” The words are so soft I’m not even sure that I heard them right. But one of his hands falls into my hair and he guides me deeper. Faster. I catch the rhythm that he’s guiding me to and keep it going.
“Fuck.” Every time he slides into my mouth he groans. I watch the perfect muscles of his abs flex and stretch as he tries to hold himself back, but he can’t. He barely has time to tell me that he is before he’s coming in my mouth. Across my tongue.
Deep, rich flavor. Salt and man. I’d always heard that people don’t like it. But I don’t mind it, and I make sure that he’s watching my face when I swallow him down. “A fucking horny freak,” he says with a laugh, running a hand through my hair. “You must be magic to get a second round out of me so fast.”
The smirk that appears won’t be stopped. “I wonder if I could drag a third round out of you.”
“What the fuck is going on in here?”
I look over to my uncle standing in the doorway, eyes filled with fury and face so red it looks like he’s painted with pasta sauce. We were so entranced that neither of us heard the door open. It only takes a second for me to realize that I’m naked, and I scramble for my clothes. “Going on in here?” I yell as I manage to get a robe wrapped around me. “You told me that you were leaving town for three days.”
Meynard’s glare is as cold as death. “I only told you that to see if this was happening. I’m not an idiot, Chianna. Nobody just ‘helps someone stretch’ at the gym.”
Kris chuckles. “Sure they do. Maybe they just don’t help you because you’re a fucking tight-ass who literally repels people.”
It’s like the words just roll off him, because he doesn’t even react. “I knew I shouldn’t have given you this chance here. You’re lazy. You don’t even take the work here seriously, and you’ll never be good enough to make it. Now you do this? A lack of loyalty combined with your time wasting and you’ll never work at Core Tech. Or anywhere else.”
My stomach plummets. That’s not what I want. And even though I know that the things that he’s saying aren’t true, he’s powerful. If he wants to make sure that I don’t work anywhere in the field? He can do that. And people will listen.
“Are you fucking kidding me?” Kris yanks on his pants and faces my uncle. “You must be out of your goddamn mind.”
“You think you can speak to me like that in my house?”
“I think I can speak to you like that anywhere I please when you’re ripping someone that you’re supposed to love to shreds. Chianna is an intern. She’s at the company to be learning, and no one at the company deserves to be worked twenty-four hours a day. The only reason we’re even here? It’s because she finished your entire list of tasks for when you lied to her and told her you’d be gone.
“The entire list because she wanted a chance to do something real while you weren’t getting in her fucking way. So maybe back up a step before you accuse her of being lazy or disloyal.”
My uncle sneers. “As if I would take your word for anything. It means nothing. And we both know that you’re only fucking her because you know that it will get to me. You’re trying to throw me off my game by using my family, and it’s disgusting.”
“That isn’t true,” Kris says, the words deadly quiet. “And if you have any self-preservation at all, you’ll re-think who you’re calling disgusting.”
“Get out.” It’s a good thing super-powers don’t exist because I’m pretty sure that Meynard would have laser beams coming out his eyeballs. “Now.”
Kris turns to me first. “Will you be all right?”
“I’ll be fine,” I nod. Though I don’t feel that way and my voice doesn’t sound it. But he can’t stay. We haven’t declared that we are anything to each other, and it’s not my house. I should have never said to come over here. If I hadn’t, maybe this wouldn’t have happened.
“You know where I am,” he says before grabbing his shirt and disappearing out the door.
My uncle just stares at me for a long time, the disgust and disappointment obvious on his face before he stalks from the room and slams the door.
This is why I avoided relationships for so long. Nothing was getting in the way of my career. I was on the right track. Everything was great.
What feels like five minutes after being with Kris and my career is over. I can’t bring myself to regret what we’ve done, but what’s going to happen now is an entirely different question.
12
Kris
Days pass. I try to catch Chianna in the hallways, but she’s slippery and does an excellent job of avoiding me. And because I’m a fucking idiot, I still don’t have her number.
It doesn’t matter. What needs to be said between us can’t be said over the phone or text. I need to talk to her. Tell her that all the things that her uncle said aren’t true and make sure that she’s okay. That’s all I want.
That’s a lie. I want all of her. I want her in my arms and in my bed and in my entire life. It feels impossible. The way that she’s turned me upside down so quickly, but I don’t care. I’m falling for Chianna Brack, and I don’t care who knows at this point.
She knows that her uncle is an ass. Chianna as much as admitted it. But she’s scared of him and what he’ll do to her career. If my gut is right—and most of the time it is—that’s what’s stopping her from coming and seeing me. She doesn’t want to make things worse.
That’s fine. I’ll make them worse. Because they have to get worse if they’re going to get better.
Meynard is in his office, and when I push in, he scrambles to cover the papers on his desk. “Oh, for God’s sake, Meynard I’m not here to steal your proposal. Mine has been done for two weeks I don’t need yours.”