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Pressure builds, and my moans become louder. My arousal coats my fingers and drips down my thighs. I’m on the edge, but Ican’t fall over. “Slip your fingers inside,” Graham pants without breaking his desperate pace. “Just like I taught you.”
My eyes snap open, movements halting. He stops, his length still tickling the back of my throat as he stares at me and chuckles. “Didn’t think you imagined it, did you, Sunflower?” I did, in fact, think that. “It wasn’t a dream, baby.” He pulls back just enough to let me take a breath, then eases back to my tonsils. “You came all over your fingers as I came all over my hand. Now, slip them inside that slick pussy and fuck yourself.”
My cheeks burn with a mixture of embarrassment and shock. That quickly evaporates as I do what he says and slide my fingers inside me. “That’s my girl,” he says as he picks up the pace once again. “Curl them and stroke your g-spot while you rub your clit.”
I pump my fingers in and out while he continues to thrust into my mouth. My moans become groans as fire runs down my spine. I’m barely hanging on, my eyes slamming shut as the intensity grows. “Eyes on me,” he growls. It takes effort to lift my lashes to meet his fiery gaze. “You better decide right now where you want my cum. On your face or down your throat. Because. I’m. Going. To. Come.” I blink, hollow my cheeks, and suck harder as his words shoot my own completion through my body with such ferocity I nearly collapse if not for his fingers gripping my hair. A loud groan erupts from him as a salty, tangy essences hits my throat.
He pulls from my mouth, his fingers brushing down my face. “You did so good, baby. Such a dirty girl for me. That was an excellent apology. I’m already imagining your mouth on me again.”
I beam with pride at the praise.
He bends, lifting me to my feet, the grabs either side of my face.His lips slam to mine, shocking me. I didn’t think guys would want to kiss a girl after they’d come in their mouth.
Graham’s tongue strokes mine so soft, so seductive that I don’t notice we’ve moved until suddenly he’s pulled away and yanked me over his lap with my face pressed into the mattress. “Now, time for your punishment.”
And a loud smack echoes in the room.
Graham
Leaning back in my chair, I spin the ostentatious eighteen-karat Montegrappa Chaos pen some executive wanting to kiss my ass gifted me a few months ago on the solid oak surface of my desk. Annoying voices of employees also wanting to kiss my ass echo from the computer screen in front of me, rambling off the latest financial projections of a tech start-up I funded, praising me as if it was some breakthrough in technology and not some bullshit app meant to further enable the laziness of humans.
I’m bored. In the past, that meant it was time to sell off and move on to the next startup or acquisition, but something tells me that won’t be the solution this time. Not when I had the same feelings in a meeting earlier with my current employers and staff.
I shift in my seat as my damn dick throbs behind my zipper. It’s been perpetually hard all day because all I can think about is Casey. On her knees with my cock in her mouth. Across my lap with her ass glowing from my palm. The sweet moans that fell from her lips as I fucked her from behind.
My eyes shift to the time on the screen. It’s nearly lunchtime, and it’s Monday. That means she’ll be coming here any minute to see Liam.
“Sir, did you hear us?”
“No,” I say, looking at my phone as I pull up the tracking app, discovering she’s at the apartment. My brows furrow because she’s never there this time of day. “Send me the transcripts of themeeting and the projection sheet. I’ll look later.”
“But, sir, we still have to—”
I move the cursor across the screen and exit the meeting, unable to handle their voices any longer. My fingers tap against my phone, dialing her number. It rings three times before going to voicemail. By the third try, I’m pushing away from my desk and dialing Will.
“Why is Casey at home?” I ask when he answers.
“Stalker much?” When I don’t laugh, he huffs. “She just said she didn’t feel well. I didn’t ask questions. That’s above my pay grade.”
“You’re fucking pay grade is whatever I say,” I growl as I exit my office and storm toward the elevators.
“Exceptyoudon’t pay me.”
“Fuck, why haven’t I fired you already?”
“Because no one else would tolerate your fucking asshole ways or keep your dirty secrets.”
“All right fine. Can you go up and check on her? She’s not answering her phone.”
“Did you think maybe she’s resting becauseshe doesn’t feel well?”
“Fuck,” I hiss just as the elevator doors open. “Fine. I’ll be home in a few minutes.”
“Of course you will. God forbid you let the girl rest because she didn’t answer her phone.”
“Fucker.” I hang up, dragging my hand over my face. The elevator doors open, and I step back allowing people to get off then tap the level for the garage. The descent feels like an eternity as the floors tick by at the slowest pace ever.
My shoes tap loudly against the concrete as I cross the garage to my car. The doors unlock when I get close, and I slide in. As I race across the nine miles from Sin Records to her apartment on the West side, I realize I’m probably overreacting, but I can’t think of a single reason Casey would miss classes or rehearsal.
