Her mouth is heaven. “Oh, God…Angel…”
She takes my length, her hand gripping the base lightly. The way she attends to me like I’m some kind of delicacy takes me to a whole other level. Bellamy is a class act. No question. I knew from the moment I saw her.
She stops after a moment, her baby blues gazing up at me as if she needs reassurance.
“Don’t stop, Angel. I’ll tell you when I’ve had enough.”
Which will probably be never…
“Dane, you there?” A gruff voice booms into the phone damn near stealing my moment. Thank you, David Bellows in Piedmont. One glance at the gorgeous blonde with her bee-stung lips around my cock brings me right back though.
“I’m here.” I glance at my pewter desk clock and release a harbored breath. “Can we carry on? Everyone connected yet?”
“Yes, we’re all here,” another man says.
“Great,” I say. “Did you receive the preliminary schedule Marlene emailed out yesterday?”
Bellamy pulls me out of her mouth and cocks her head, licking me from a completely different angle. A jolt of electricity zips along my center, and my legs tense. It’s all I can do not to lose myself in this, but I’m the king of self-control, and I decide when I come.
“Yes,” they say in unison.
“Dane, I had a problem with the solar panel systems seminar running the same time as the battery systems.” David sounds like a smoker with a perpetual batch of phlegm in the back of his throat, but I ignore it. “Some of my men attending the conference would like to attend both seminars, and I think you’ll find many others will feel the same way. This schedule isn’t going to work, and you’ll be hard pressed to find a lot of companies sending their best employees out to a highly anticipated and poorly organized convention.”
She inserts the entirety of me into her mouth once again. I could lose myself in the warmth of her mouth.
“I agree,” the guy from Nashville echoes.
“Gentleman.” I force control into my tone. “I can assure you this is the best schedule for the convention. I should know. I organized it myself.”
“But you didn’t take into consideration the fact that–”
“–did either of you take into the consideration that the highly sought after speakers I’ve hired, industry geniuses and revolutionaries I might add, have busy schedules? And that maybe, just maybe, those were the only times we could make those seminars work?” My words bark and bite. “I’m slightly insulted that you would accuse me of chopping some hack job schedule together with no consideration of scheduling conflicts.”
“Dane,” Nashville says. “That’s not what we meant.”
“This is the schedule.” My voice escalates, deeper and faster, and Bellamy’s movements correspond like we’re completely in sync. “This is how it has to be. All lectures will be recorded, and all attendees will be able to take home audio recordings on flash drives. No one will miss a thing.”
My cock electrifies, pressure building up in the base. I’m seconds from erupting, and I fully intend on doing so before one of those numbskulls utters another word and yanks me out of this erotic stupor.
I slam the receiver against the table and grip the sides of my chair as Bellamy licks and sucks and manipulates my throbbing cock with her perfect mouth.
I explode.
Bellamy doesn’t miss a beat. She keeps going until she’s sucked me dry.
“Dane? Dane you still there?” Their voices come through the receiver like they’re millions of miles away. I press the phone back up to my ear, nodding at Bellamy. She rises in one fluid movement and gently wipes the corners of her mouth before sauntering to the bathroom to change.
I haven’t given her permission to change, but there she goes.
I can’t feel my face, and I can hardly feel my body. I don’t feel anything but a potent mix of pleasure and power.
“Still here,” I bark. “Next item. Corporate sponsorships…”
NINE
BELLAMY
I never once swallowed with Cortland.
My hands smooth along the bustier, stopping momentarily to hoist my breasts up. I can’t deny how sexy this thing makes me feel. It’s a power trip disguised in crushed velvet. The girl in the bathroom mirror stares back at me, and I catch her grinning like she carries the biggest secret in the whole world.
Dane’s aftertaste lingers on my tongue. It’s slightly sweet and deliciously sinful. A part of him resides in me now.
Literally.
If that’s not a trust building exercise, I don’t know what is.
I reach back, unzipping the garment and freeing myself. The bones of the corset have left marks across my ribs, but they’ll fade soon enough. A small, reddish bruise just below my collarbone pulls my attention.