Page 57 of Born to Scar

She lets out a harsh breath, but nothing more. I kiss down her neck, only stopping when I need to speak. Pushing her panties to the side, I finger her clit. Her breath hisses between her teeth. I can’t help but smile on her neck. She’s trying so hard. She bucks into my hand, then pushes down on me.

The friction has me choke back a groan. I wish this corporate fuck would shut up. There is no reason this couldn’t have been an email. But then, would I really work in Corporate America if this wasn’t my life?

I press two fingers into her cunt, and she’s soaked. This is getting her off, and it’s turning me on just as much. Muting my mic, I lick up her throat. “You fucking love this. You’re so goddamn wet.” She nods, her chest rising and falling quickly.

I pump my fingers, and a strangled noise flies from her throat. My hand stills. “No. No,” she whimpers in protest.

“You need to be quiet, sweet girl, or I stop.” I unmute to answer a question, and she nods. My fingers start moving again.

She fucks my hand, moving her ass over my crotch. It is taking every ounce of focus from me to listen to this man droning on about a timeline, I think. No, I have no idea what he is talking about anymore. She drops to the floor between my legs, unbuttoning my jeans. She tugs at them, and I must be fucking crazy because I lift so she can pull them down.

She hums softly, lightly gripping me. She holds eye contact and licks the tip of my cock. I close my eyes and drop my head back. I can’t watch her. I’ll come in two seconds. She’s not consuming me like she usually does. She’s being good and at least trying to let me keep some focus.

“Okay, well, thanks for taking this impromptu call, Jay. I’ll talk to you later.” Fucking finally. I leave the call without a goodbye.

Gripping her head, I push down her throat. She moans around me. “Fuck, I couldn’t get off that call fast enough.” I move her head up and down. Now she’s consuming every bit of me. “Yes,” I moan, dropping my head back, thrusting into her mouth. Her tongue twirls around until I feel my orgasm building at the base of my spine, but I want more of her. I pull her up so she stands in front of me. I tug her shirt off and push her panties down, kissing her stomach.

She moans softly at my light touch. I kiss to her nipples, taking turns sucking each one. She arches her back, pushing her tits into my face. “You’re perfect,” I murmur into her skin. “The best thing to happen to me.” I gently bite the barbell through her nipple. “Are you happy?”

She pulls my hat off and runs her fingers through my hair. “Happier than I have ever been, Jay. I love you more every day. I don’t even know how that’s possible,” she chuckles as I pull her to straddle me in my chair. Tugging the hem up, she pulls my shirt off.

I push into her, groaning in her ear, holding her body close to mine. She gyrates her hips and drops her head back, giving me perfect access to her throat. Her neck has always turned me on. I have no idea what it is. It’s only hers. It was the first thing I touched on her body. I had to use my knuckles because I didn’t trust my fingers not to shake. That’s how badly I wanted her. She’s the only person who has ever made me tremble—in want, in need, even in fear. Now that it’s mine, I kiss it every chance I get.

“Fuck, I’ve missed you,” she whimpers. I feather my fingers down between her tits, over her stomach to her clit. “Yes.” I press my thumb to her as her hips never falter. She starts tensing and arches her back. The moan that rips through her throat puts me in a chokehold.

“Fuck, sweet girl. I love the sounds you make when you ride my cock,” I groan, dropping my head back. She has full control over me, over us. “Keep riding this dick, just like that. You make me feel so fucking good.”

She goes into overdrive. She wants to make me feel good. She always has. And we’ve needed this time alone badly. She pulls back, watching me with glittering eyes, never losing her rhythm. “Fuck.” My hips thrust up, and I coat her.

“Jay, you’re fucking sexy when you come,” she whispers, running her nails down my chest. I bring my head up with a sly grin that’s soon crushed by her lips. Maybe I need more mid-day fucks. This is incredible.

Since Indy is working tonight, Cam invited Ken over for dinner and to talk through some options we might have to deal with her father. Micky is working too, so there is no way for this to get back to her by accident if nothing comes of it.

I don’t love keeping this from her, but Cam doesn’t want to add this on top of everything else she’s already going through with him. At least not yet, not until we have something to tell her.

Ken sits with me and Cam, around the island. He’s a bit older than us, has some light graying in his dark hair, and a clean-shaven face. Very dapper. A man who looks like he would have many connections. They’re both sporting their suits, while I’m in my jeans and T-shirt. I feel very out of place sitting with them.

“Must be nice not having to wear a suit every damn day,” Ken jokes, loosening his tie from around his neck.

“It is. That’s why I picked building software over that,” I chuckle, pointing between them.

“Yeah, well, you think I’m hot in my suits, so…” Cam shrugs.

“That’s Indy’s thing, not mine,” I snort. Though he is fucking hot in his suits. It might secretly be mine too.

Ken’s eyes flick between us. “You two are together, too?” I wait for Cam to respond. This is his associate, not mine.

But without missing a beat, Cam nods. “Yeah, it was a natural progression from how it started.” Ken nods, seemingly unbothered by it. Cam’s gaze meets mine with a smile that shoots through me. He’s not afraid of who we are. He’s living out loud, and he’s never looked freer. “He doesn’t care. He’s a good one.”

Ken snorts a laugh. “I don’t think I’ve ever been called that before.”

Cam’s devious smile creeps across his face. “You’re the reason I pursued this in the first place. The night at the strip club. You were right.”

Ken nods again and looks thoughtful for a moment. “I can’t even keep one person happy…how the fuck do you do it?”

“Sex.” Cam and I answer at the same time, laughing.

“I want to start with some background checks on him and her.” He looks at Cam. “I need as much information as I can get before moving forward with anything else.”