Page 98 of Double Puck

She stops between my legs, drops to her knees on the hardwood floor, and her hands find my belt before I can even process what's happening.

God. This woman is fucking addictive.

I catch her wrists as she jostles my belt buckle, loosening it from around my waist.

"Hey."

She looks up at me. Those dark eyes are wide, pupils blown, lips parted and already waiting. She's so fucking sexy.

"This okay?" I look down my body at her. "Me talking to you like this?"

After this morning, the last fucking thing I want is to become another person telling someone who they're supposed to be. If Darcy wants this, I'll give her everything she's asking for. But I need it to be her asking.

Lucky for me, she nods without hesitation. No analysis. Just a woman who, after last night, might finally know exactly what she wants.

Her fingers work my belt buckle open, and I shift back in the chair, giving her room to move. She reaches into my jeans with both hands and the heat of her palms wraps around my cock as she pulls me out.

"Fuck, I've been thinking about this all day." I hiss through my teeth as she slides a warm hand up and down my shaft. "Been thinking about you."

She leans in without a word, sliding her tongue out to touch the tip first. It's a soft, exploratory lick that makes my hips twitch with need. Then she opens her mouth and takes me deeper, her tongue sliding along the underside in one long, slow stroke from tip to base.

I groan as she cups my balls with her free hand, rolling them gently while her mouth works its way back up.

I tangle my fingers in her hair. God, her hair. That perfect, sleek hairstyle I've been dying to ruin since the first time she walked into my life with that damn death sentence.

Her eyes meet mine.

And I think… fuck. One night was never going to be enough of this woman.

Hell.

One lifetime might not be enough.

She takes me deeper as her throat opens, and I feel the back of it, the tight, wet heat as she swallows around me. A gag catches in her throat, and she doesn't pull back. She pushes through it, her nose brushing my stomach, choking on my cock in her office like a good fucking girl.

"Look at you," I grunt, holding her hair back so I can watch every inch of her mouth working me. "Taking me so deep. You like this, don't you? You like being on your knees for me."

She moans around me. The vibration travels straight through my spine.

"That's it. Keep going."

Her head bobs faster. Wet sounds fill the office, her mouth working, her breathing ragged, my own groans getting louder than they should.

I feel that familiar pressure building at the base of my spine, and I don't want this to end, but I also want to watch her swallow every drop.

She sucks me off with one long, slow pull. Her lips seal tight at the tip, and she releases me with a pop that echoes off the walls.

"So good. So fucking good."

She looks up at me, hand still attached, swirling her palm around the tip. So good. Her lips are swollen. Her mascara has smudged.

She looks wrecked in the best possible way.

"You're fucking beautiful, Darcy."

I grab her throat as she stares into my eyes. No fear. No hesitation. Just trust.

My thumb finds her pulse, hammering against my skin.