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Pleasure spikes with each swirl of her tongue, and I start to feel my balls tightening and pressure building at the base of my spine. I wish I could hear the sounds of her mouth on my manhood, but the show is too loud.
She’s so eager to suck me deep over and over, her clever tongue licking me with no discernable pattern, just desperation to taste me. I fist her hair in my grip and start to thrust up into her sweet mouth, my orgasm looming.
“You’re going to have to swallow it all, baby,” I grit out between my teeth. “Can’t make a mess here.”
With my cock still in her mouth, she looks up through her lashes at me, uncertain, but after a moment of hesitation, she nods and begins to suck me once more with increased vigor. No woman has ever looked more beautiful than Candace does right now, tears in the corners of her eyes from me hitting the back of her throat, her cheeks flush, and her lips swollen where they are parted around me.
Knowing that she’s ready to swallow my load is the last thing I need to push me over the edge, and, holding her gaze with mine, I spill myself all over her tongue with a strangled curse.
I pump my hips into her mouth over and over again, my seed spurting down her throat as she swallows first hesitantly, and then eagerly, milking me with her lips and tongue until I am completely and utterly spent.
There’s no awkwardness or regret at our almost public interlude once Candace rises up, waiting for me to tuck myself back into my pants again, before she sits back on my lap once more, nuzzling into my neck while she tries to catch her breath.
“You’re incredible,” I tell her. “Fuck, Candace, I can’t believe we just did that.”
“Me either,” she whispers. “But I’m glad we did.”
I kiss her mouth, turn her head towards me, and taste myself on her tongue. The music reaches a crescendo as I press my forehead to hers, telling her, “I am too, sweetheart.”
* * *
The restof the opera passes with us actually paying attention, snuggling and sipping champagne as we do so. I’m buzzed from my orgasm, thinking about how I’m going to repay her, but Candace goes quiet once the show ends and we make our way back out to my car.
She looks up at me once we’re inside, her eyes filled with uncertainty. I can tell she's nervous, and I don't blame her. I'm her boss, and I know it's not appropriate for us to be together, and the experience we just shared wasintense.
“Cannon–” she starts finally, but I already know what she’s going to say, so I press a finger against her swollen lips.
"I understand your concerns," I say, "but I can't ignore this attraction, and I want to explore our connection and see where it takes us."
She looks at me for a moment, eyes shimmering, and then nods. "I want that too," she says, twirling her hair around her finger, "but I don't want to risk my job.”
"I promise I’ll do everything in my power to make sure our relationship doesn't impact your career or our work environment," I tell her honestly, omitting the part where she’ll be a kept woman once she marries me. "I care about you too much to let you go, and don’t try to tell me things are moving too fast. I saw how badly you wanted me back there, and I want to be with you, too. Not just in a professional capacity but in a physical and emotional one as well."
Candace seems torn, but the connection we have already is too strong for her to ignore. She might be considerably younger than me, but Candace is a smart woman, and I know she sees how special this thing between us is. Plus, I can almost sense how badly she wants me physically.
"Okay,” she says finally. “I'm willing to give it a try. But I have to be careful and make sure things stay professional at work. For my sake…” She looks down at her hands, which are folded in her lap. “I get the idea that you couldn’t care less what anyone else thinks.”
“You’re not wrong,” I admit, tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear. “I’m not an indecisive man, Candace, and I’ve made up my mind to have you, office politics be damned.”
I lean in and place my hand gently on the back of her head, pressing my lips against hers. She responds eagerly, wrapping her arms around my neck as the kiss deepens. Our lips move in perfect sync as if we've been kissing for years. I can't get enough of her.
As we finally pull away, we're both breathless and longing for more, but we’ve reached her apartment once more. I want to invite her back to my penthouse and show her the luxury she will have once she moves in with me, but I’ve pushed Candace to her brink tonight, and I don’t want to risk pressing things further. Still, it’s almost impossible to let her go. Her soft lips, her curves pressed against me, it all feels so right.
I walk her to the door, savoring the way she leans against me as I do so. "I had an amazing time tonight,” I murmur, running the back of my hand down her soft cheek.
"Me too," she says, giving me a shy smile. "I'm so glad we did this.”
"I'll call you tomorrow," I say, before reluctantly pulling away. "Get some rest, okay? You’re going to need it for all the plans I have with you, Candace.”
She nods, blushing pink, and then disappears inside the building. I watch for a moment, making sure she's safely inside before heading back to the car. I have my driver wait, parking across the street so I can keep an eye on her and make sure she gets inside okay. That, or I’m reluctant for the night to end. Maybe it’s a little bit of both.
But a few minutes later, I see her coming back outside. She must have forgotten something. I watch as she heads toward the mailbox. I frown, figuring that I’m going to have to explain to her that it’s unwise to be outside on her own, considering the fact that tabloids are desperate to get any dirt on me. And since we’ve just been on a public date, she’ll be a target now, too. I’m still working out how to make her see that my minor celebrity status is going to make her life a little more difficult when shit hits the fan within seconds.
Out of the darkness, a well-known paparazzi approaches her, shoving a camera in her face and shouting questions. This tactic doesn’t work with me, but Candace is young and inexperienced with these types of things, and she shrinks away from him in terror. I’m already out of the car once he yells at her once more, and I can pick up his words from across the street.
“What was it like being out on a date with Cannon Croft?” the paparazzi demands. “He’s never been seen publicly dating before, so what makes you so special?”
I see the look of fear on her face, and I can't stand it. My blood pressure spikes, pulse pounding in my head as I sprint towards the paparazzi. I don't think. I just act on instinct. I'm not going to let anyone hurt her or make her feel afraid.
