I put my dick away but stayed poised above her, still stroking her hair with one hand, the other against her jaw, rubbing my thumb over her luscious lips.
“You even swallow,” I said reverently.
“Was that not what I was supposed to do? Why else would you put it in my mouth?”
“What a sensible woman. A real keeper. And yes, that is exactly what you’re supposed to do. Marry me. And it’s your cunt.”
Now it was me catching her off guard. Yum. “Excuse me?” she asked.
She was very, very ruffled. It was intoxicating. “I’m answering your question. I want to come in your cunt the most. A little old-fashioned, I know. Balls deep, to be precise. I want my tip mashed up against your womb as my cum fills you to the brim. Now show me that nipple.”
It didn’t work out quite like that.
Eventually I maneuvered her into letting me sit on her chair. I had her straddle me as I fondled her big, soft tits.
Getting my hands on her, any part of her, had been something I’d thought about too much not to have specific plans, and for her breasts the plans were pretty exhaustive. I kissed her, hot drugging pulls while my palms memorized her glorious chest over her blouse and bra.
By the time I had her top off, I don’t even think she noticed, her focus on our lips mating together addictively.
She pulled back when I unstrapped the back of her bra.
I was looking at it. It was black and lacy.
I shifted my hips. I was hard again, and I let her feel it right where it wanted to be.
I slid her bra off and stared. “Maybe I do believe in love. I think I’m in love with your tits.”
“My prince charming.”
I cupped her in both palms, she was more than a handful, and rubbed her nipples softly.
They were already hard nubs and beautifully, terrifically responsive.
Her reaction was one of shivering, delightful acquiescence.
I’d always assumed that seducing her would be largely cerebral. That enticing her with words was the way to her heart and between her legs, just going by how clever she was.
I’d pegged her all wrong, and I couldn’t have been more delighted.
She was a closet sensualist. She was putty under my hands.
I felt high on the power of it.
And then I put my mouth to her, licking and sucking at her nipples, and out came that gorgeous phone sex voice of hers.
“Oh God,” she said. “That feels so good. Don’t stop. More. More.”
God damn, she was a talker. I never would have guessed.
And nothing could have driven me madder.
I was moving my hips as I sucked, dry humping as I nuzzled, rubbing, kneading, fondling her soft flesh, wallowing in it.
I pulled back and stared. Her light pink nipples were darker now and wet from being sucked on. I tugged lightly at them in tandem, then harder. I pushed them together and started sucking again, paying carefully equal attention to both.
“You’re my favorite,” I murmured to the left one, then, “You’re really my favorite, don’t tell your sister,” to the right one.
“You’re such a weirdo.”
“What does that make you?”
“Dement—”
We both went still and quiet as someone tried the doorknob, found it locked, and started knocking impatiently.
“Turner?” my father’s voice called, loud and impatient. “Are you in there? Secretary, where is Turner?”
We stared at each other. I’d never wanted to strangle my father more, and that was really saying something.
“Go wait in my office!” I shouted at him. “I’ll be there in a minute.”
Ro and I just stared at each other. I started fondling her again, tilting my head back, inviting her to kiss me.
She shook her head at me. “I need to get back to work, and you need to deal with your father.”
I scowled. “I don’t want to,” I said petulantly.
“Let me get back to work, and I might let you see a nipple again tonight.”
I nodded at her breasts, still weighing them lovingly with my hands, “Put the heavy hitters away and I might.”
“You put them away. You’re the one that got them out.”
“You could turn anything into a challenge. And I’m not sure I have the heart to cover them up. I just got them. It’s too soon.”
“One more kiss,” she told me softly, “And then you have to put them away.”
She pressed her lips to mine, and I forgot everything in the world until she was finished with me.
“Turner,” she told me, trying not to laugh. “You need to let them go. They’re not your toys.”
“You’re perfect,” I murmured to one big, perky breast as I put it away. “Don’t mind her,” I told the other. “She’s just jealous.”
“Stop that! I can’t even tell if you’re pitting them against each other or turning them both against me,” said my Ro, giggling. Giggling.
I was in heaven. This was going to be so much fun.
CHAPTER TWENTY
My father didn’t even have anything much to say, he was just back on his usual complaints about Ida and Ro and all females in general.
I was in no mood to indulge him after what he’d interrupted. In fact, I was still working through the urge to bash him over the head with my laptop.
“I need to get back to work,” I told him firmly. “I assume you guys are taking off today.”
“Tomorrow maybe,” my dad said like he hadn’t made up his mind yet, like he might stay even longer.
The only reason I didn’t tell him outright that he had to leave now was that I wasn’t sure I could talk Ro into sleeping in my bed once he was gone. I really could see her leaving my bed to sleep in her own after a hookup.
Ro walked into my office with a smile and I could tell she was up to something. “I booked you and Ida a couple’s massage at a very nice spa,” she told Carson cheerfully, “but you need to leave fast to make it on time.”
He glared at her but asked, “Where is it? I like the spa at Aria.”
“I sent Ida all the information. She’s already heading to the car. She’s says she’s leaving you behind if you don’t hurry.”
And just like that she got rid of both of my headaches for the day.
“That was beautiful,” I said. “Please tell me there’s no appointment and you were just pranking them both.
“I thought about that, but then they’d just come back faster. As it stands they’ll be gone at least five hours just with the treatments I booked. Longer if they use the rest of the facilities.”
“Trying to get me alone?”
“You wish. Trying to have a productive workday, more like.”
“Are you really going to make me countdown the hours? You realize this is torture?”
She was merciless. “Get over it. I’m leaving to run some errands.”
She left, and I followed her. “What errands?” I asked, nearly touching her, I was walking so close on her heels, looming over her.
“Your publisher is throwing you a party on your release day. I’m going to check out a few of the venues they’re considering to tell them if you’ll approve.”