Page 153 of Their Famous Dominant (Office Intrigue Duet 4)
Surprisingly, it hadn’t been too bad so far. Other than Master having spent the better part of the afternoon on the phone, we’d had a relaxing day. Well, Clarissa and I had, anyway. I wasn’t sure Master would consider any of this entire ordeal relaxing. There was something to be said about taking time out to relax on the couch with the woman of your dreams in your arms. That was how I’d spent the last couple of hours.
Master, not so much. Until he ordered us to strip just now, he’d been immersed in one phone call after another. I was glad to see he was gearing up to slow down for the day.
Although he always seemed to shrug off the media, I knew it wasn’t easy for him. The man had to endure being hit from every angle, and now that the details of his ex-agent’s underhandedness had come to light, Master was going to have people coming from everywhere. While most people believed otherwise, Master’s job wasn’t an easy one. I figured by the end of the week, he would be looking forward to the downtime he could take at the club.
As for me, this was the point where I knew nothing else mattered except taking care of my Master.
I had to admit, it wasn’t easy to pay attention to anything when one of the most beautiful women in the entire world was sitting naked, only a short distance away. It had been hell not to look at her while Master was laying out his expectations. I wanted nothing more than to pull her into my arms and get lost in her sweet, soft curves for a while. Needless to say, having spent two weeks getting intimately acquainted with her hadn’t been nearly enough to sate me.
“The last time we were here, when I finished my call to hear the two of you enjoying yourselves without me, I opted to give the two of you some privacy when I heard what was taking place in my bed.”
I probably blushed far more than any man should, but I’d never been in a relationship in which things of this nature were discussed so openly. I couldn’t hide the way my body reacted to Master’s words.
“Since I didn’t get the pleasure of watching, I’d like you to do a reenactment. But first, I’d like for you to tell me what it was the two of you were doing, boy.”
Aw, damn. Of course he would put me on the spot.
“Well, we woke up,” I began as I searched my brain for the events of that morning. “Clarissa was in my arms, her head resting on my chest. She asked where you were, then I asked if she would mind if I … kissed her.”
“Where did he ask to kiss you, sunshine?”
Her breath hitched, her attention fully on Master. I could see by the flush of her skin that she was as affected by this as I was. Master, however, seemed completely unaffected by the nature of our conversation.
“He asked if he could kiss me … there,” she said softly, a slight tremble in her voice.
“Where?” Master asked, his tone firm.
“My pussy.”
Fuck.
Hearing her say that made my dick firm up quickly. I was already semi-hard just being on display with Clarissa beside me, but hearing that word from her lips had my cock rock hard in an instant.
“Did you enjoy what Troy did to you, pet?”
“I did.” Her eyes cut over to me briefly. “Very, very much.” She turned back to Master and grinned. “However, you could’ve been a part of it if you hadn’t snuck out of bed that morning.”
To my surprise, Master chuckled. “Duly noted. I have done better since, no?”
“Yes, Master. So much better,” she teased.
Master motioned toward the couch. “But since I wasn’t there that time, you can show me now. Pretend I’m not even here.”
It wasn’t like it was difficult to put my hands on Clarissa, and the moment I did, everything else seemed to fall away. Mostly. My train of thought derailed when her soft lips grazed mine. Clarissa was sweet and eager, shifting as I cupped the back of her head. There was no strategy or grace involved as I moved over her. She was so warm, so soft. I wanted to take my time, to explore her again the way I had that morning, but my body was on fire. If I’d thought that morning was incredible, having Master watching us only stoked the flames, making it hotter than I’d thought possible.
For several minutes, I let myself get reacquainted with her lips, her tongue, the way her body fit under mine. And Clarissa certainly wasn’t playing a mere bystander. Her hands were on me, sliding over my back, down to my ass, squeezing, pulling, a hint of desperation in her movements. She was kissing me like a woman who hadn’t been kissed in forever. I never wanted it to end, but I was eager to get my mouth on her pussy again.
