Page 79 of The Temporary Fiancée
He rattles off some numbers I should be writing down, but there’s no way in hell I can do that right now. Olivia is sucking me hard, the rhythm of her mouth steady and merciless, matched by the motion of her hand, and every conscious thought I have is focused on keeping my voice level.
“Uh huh,” I mutter. “Right. Okay, we can?—”
Olivia’s teeth scrape lightly against me, sending a shock straight to my balls, and I hiss through my teeth before I can stop myself.
“Mr. Eastwood? You all right over there?”
“Yeah.”Fuck. “Sorry. Stubbed my toe.”
I can feel Olivia fighting a smile even though her lips are still wrapped around me. Her eyes drift up toward mine, dancing with amusement, and she takes me deep again on purpose as if she just wants to see what I’ll do. My grip on the phone goes white-knuckled, and I have to swallow hard before I can speak again.
“Hollis, listen—” I break off, gritting my teeth as my cock pulses. “I… I trust you to handle it. Whatever it takes to keep the Seattle build on schedule, do it. Send me the revised numbers, and I’ll sign off tonight.”
He’s still talking, but I cut him off and drop the receiver back into the cradle. I’ll call him back later and get whatever info I need. I look down at Olivia as she draws back, grinning at me. A little thread of saliva connects her lips to my cock, and it’s the filthiest, hottest thing I’ve ever seen. through me at the sight is so sharp it makes my vision narrow.
“You’re a bad fucking girl,” I growl. “You know that?”
“What if I like being bad?”
Her smirk widens, her cheeks flushed, and it rouses something possessive and primal inside me.
“Bad girls get their faces fucked. Is that what you want?”
Her eyes widen, her pupils expanding as her jaw drops open a little. Then she swallows and nods. Leaning in again, she wraps her lips around me, and I can feel her relax her jaw, inviting me to take what I want.
“Tap my thigh if it’s too much,” I tell her. “Promise me.”
She nods, a tiny movement of her head. I can feel her breath coming faster, little gusts from her nostrils that ghost over my skin. I tighten my fist in her hair and pull her down a couple inches, and she lets me. She opens for me, her jaw going slack, her eyes fixed on mine with so much trust it makes my chest go tight.
There’s no way I’ll be able to last long. Not like this.
Lifting my hips, I start to thrust, slow at first, watching her face for any sign that I need to pull back. But she takes it. She takes all of it, her mouth wet and open, her hands settling on my thighs to hold herself steady.
“That’s it,” I praise roughly. “Keep your jaw relaxed, baby. Good girl. So fucking good for me.”
I find a rhythm, my hand gripping the locks of her hair so tightly that it has to sting a bit, my hips lifting in steady, controlled thrusts. The heat of her mouth, the wet drag of her lips, the soft choked sounds she’s making around me, the sight of her letting me use her like this… it’s almost more than I can take.
“I’m close,” I bite out. “You good? Can you take more?”
She nods again, whimpering in a way that makes it clear she’s getting off on this too, and that knowledge shoots through my veins like fire. I drive my hips up a little harder, hitting the back of her throat as her eyes water at the corners, and I lose track of my effort to be quiet as the orgasm builds and then crests.
My vision goes white around the edges as I come hard, spilling down her throat. She swallows around me, again and again, her throat squeezing my head as she takes every last drop.
I slump back in my chair as my cock give one last pulse, breathing like I’ve just run up a dozen flights of stairs. My pulse is pounding in my ears. Olivia sits back on her knees between my legs, looking up at me with a pleased, sexy little smile that hits me right in the chest.
I reach down and haul her up off her knees, drawing her onto my lap. Her hair is mussed from my fist, her lips are red from the friction, and there’s still a faint shine of saliva at the corners of her mouth. Wrapping my arms around her, I lean in to kiss her, tasting myself on her tongue. She melts against me, craning her neck to deepen the kiss as if she’s as needy for me as I am for her.
When we finally separate, I press my forehead to her temple. “I have to tell you something.”
“What?” she asks, her voice a bit hoarse.
“This friends with benefits thing of yours?”
“Yeah?”
“It might be the single best fucking idea you’ve ever had.”
She tips her head back and laughs, the sound full and unrestrained and addictive. “Itwaspretty genius, if I do say so myself.”
