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“Absolutely not. Don’t suggest it.”
She huffed. “Then you’re going to have to find a way to delegate. I need my man to be energetic. What use are you to me if you’re running on fumes?”
She was working me, and she was doing it right. If she’d just pleaded for me to turn in, I might have been able to resist. But implying I wouldn’t be able to satisfy her…that got me out of my chair.
I pushed her legs apart, stepping between them. “Do you know it’s now officially your birthday?”
Her breath caught. “It is, isn’t it?”
“Happy birthday, baby. I’m glad I get to be the first one to say it.”
“Thank you, Westie. It’s going to be a good year, I can feel it.”
Her lids were heavy. She needed rest. So did I. But I wasn’t quite ready for sleep yet.
I took her mouth with mine. She was warm in my arms, her lips soft and pliant. The kiss was a slow, languid slide.
Her hands slipped under my shirt and up my back. Elise had a thing for my back and always found a way inside my shirt. I’d taken to untucking them as soon as I got home to make it easier for her.
“Lie back.” I helped her ease back on my desktop. She stared up at me from under her thick lashes, and my heart did a wild thump in my chest.
I gripped the hem of her T-shirt and gathered it in my fist until her breasts spilled out. Saliva pooled in my mouth. My cock thrummed. “Christ, you’re gorgeous.”
Her lips tipped, then she hooked her thumbs in her panties, arching her hips so she could tug them off. I helped her, tossing the navy-blue cotton to the side and falling back in my chair.
I lowered the chair to the right height and leaned in, kissing her slick core.
“West,” she cooed. “Don’t tease me.”
“I won’t.”
My palms were on her inner thighs, holding them apart. My face was buried in her sweet cunt. She was wet and soft, except for her little clit, which was a hard bead under my tongue.
She was the sexiest woman I had ever seen. Her pussy, the best tasting, the prettiest. I thought about it in meetings. I wanted to be angry with her for making me want her this way, but it was impossible when she let me have her despite my irrationality.
My tongue made wet, lapping sounds through her arousal. Fingers slipped through my hair, gentle but insistent.
“That feels so good, West,” she breathed out. “Don’t stop.”
Never.
For the rest of my life.
Let me die eating this pussy.
Everything about this woman was decadent. Her natural scent was rich and creamy. I buried my nose in her flesh and inhaled as I licked her. I stroked her inner thighs, smooth and silky, and reached up to play with her breast.
She arched when I rolled her nipple between my fingers. She was close, rocking her hips, pressing into my mouth.
The bottom half of my face was coated in her, and my cock throbbed with jealousy. I went deeper still, my scruff scratching against her. I needed this.
The gentle fingers in my hair curled, tugging at me to bring me closer. My lips closed around her clit with firm suction, and I plucked at her nipple.
Her hips rose and fell in waves while shaky breaths pushed through her parted lips. She moaned my name and yanked my hair. Her orgasm was pretty and desperate. I lapped up every moment until she was limp and her cries faded into soft whimpers.
I stood, pulling her to a sitting position. “You need sleep.”
“You do too.” She slipped her hand into my joggers, pressing against my erection. Then she wrapped her fingers around me, pumping me slowly. “It’s my birthday.”
