Page 81 of Fall For Me
“I’m tired of staying home. I’ve been cooped up in this damn house for two freaking weeks.” Hannah saunters over to where I stand and bats my hand away. “Here let me fix you.”
“Why do we have to wear a suit to our team meetings?”
“My dad has this theory . . . if his players wear a suit, they’ll show up with a business-focused mindset.” Her eyes flit up to mine, an expression I can’t quite place flickering across her face as she loops the tie around itself. “Maybe his replacement won’t be so strict about it.”
“Well, if his replacement isyou, then I know better.”
A devilish grin pulls at her lips. “IfI replace him—and that’s a big if—the answer is no, I won’t change that, Mr. Mackenzie. You wanna know why?”
“Why, baby?”
“Because I happen to love stripping you out of your suit at the end of the day,” she says, smoothing my tie against my chest.
Her hand moves to the waistband of my pants, and as her fingersfumble with the button, I glance over at the alarm clock on the nightstand and groan.
“Fuck, Rebel. We can’t. If I don’t leave now, I’ll be late.”
I press my lips against hers, and her tongue peeks out, caressing mine. Hard as a goddam rock, my dick strains against the zipper of my pants. She drops to her knees, trailing her hands down my thighs, and all I can think about is being inside her perfect mouth.
“Just a taste.” She winks, taking me out of my pants.
Just a taste. Bullshit. I’m never getting out of here on . . . Mmm. Ohhh, fuuuck.
Hannah’s tongue swirls the tip of my dick before she swallows me as far down her fucking throat as she can take me. I cup her cheek, and without being able to stop myself, I thrust into her mouth, making her gag. The way her throat tightens around me . . . Goddamn.
“That . . . ahhh . . . That mouth, Rebel . . . Mmmm . . . Fuck.”
Her sweet eyes stare up at me, taking in every single one of my reactions as her velvety tongue glides up and down my shaft. Gripping the back of her head, her curly hair tangles between my fingers. I pull hard, yanking her head back and giving myself more access to her throat.
“You’re such . . . Mm . . . such a good fucking girl for me.”
My words spur her on, and she sucks even harder. She’s always so damn eager to please me. My body locks up, and she grabs my ass, holding me in place before I can pull out of her mouth. I toss my head back as tingles race down my spine and euphoria takes over.
“That’s it, baby . . . Swallow every. Fucking. Drop.”
Not only does she follow orders, but she takes it one step further. Releasing me with a pop, she opens her mouth and sticks out her tongue to show me. Why is that so goddamn sexy?
“Good girl,” I growl, gripping her chin and running my thumb along her bottom lip as she tucks me back into my pants. “If that’s how you plan to send me off every day, I’m never letting you go back to work.”
“Letting me?” She stands, raising a brow.
I pull her body against mine and slap her ass. “Don’t sass. You know exactly what I mean,” I say, dropping a kiss on her lips, then pluck my watch and keys off the dresser on my way out of the room.
She trails after me as I head into the garage. “I’m serious though, I’m going to work today.”
“No, you’re not. Don’t push me on this, mi amor. I want you resting.”
Does she stop? Hell no. Instead of telling me to have a good day, then sending me off to work like a good fucking girl before going inside and resting as she was told to do, she stands at my open truck door with her arms crossed against her chest, arguing with me.
“Ugh. You’re so infuriating.”
“Yep.” I flip my visor down and press the button to open the garage door.
“And fucking bossy!”
“Uh-huh. I think we’ve established that, baby, now I have to shut my door if I’m gonna get out of here.”
My beautiful little rebel steps to the side, fury gleaming in her eyes, and slams my door.
