Grounded (Up in the Air #3)(11)

I couldn't even lift an arm as he pulled out of me slowly.

"Go to sleep, Love. I'll tell the guys that we'll have a late dinner. You need to rest a bit." As he spoke, he was lowering my legs, and then shifting me into his arms. I was asleep before he could carry me back into the bedroom.

When I woke again, James was in the same position he'd been in the last time. He was at his desk, a phone to his ear. He swiveled his chair as I stepped tentatively into his office. He smiled wickedly as he studied me. It was his Dom smile. Mercurial man.

He covered the mouthpiece of his phone. "Drop the sheet and come here," he ordered, his tone, oh so casual.

I obeyed, feeling surreal as the scene before my second nap seemed to be playing itself out again.

He covered his phone again. "Get on your knees and suck me off," he ordered casually.

I lowered myself, licking my lips as I watched him. It was as though he'd read my mind. When I'd seen him sitting there, sprawled out like an insolent king on his throne, this was exactly what I'd wanted to do to him.

I freed him from his slacks with greedy hands. I gripped both hands around that perfect cock, stroking.

He plunged his free hand in my hair tightly, pulling me to him. He shoved me between his legs, moving his hips to the very edge of his chair. He pushed into my mouth. I opened for him, sucking in his tip with a little moan. He thrust in deep, fucking my mouth so deep that I gagged. 

He pulled out, then thrust in again.

I barely noticed when he loudly hung up his phone.

"Relax your throat muscles," he told me. "Take me deeper." I took a little more of him that time.

"Use your hands," he ordered, and I twisted my hands around his base as I sucked him in as deep as I could manage, bobbing my head furiously.

He gripped both hands in my hair, guiding me with hard tugs. He made the loveliest sound in his throat as he poured into me, jerking his hips. I loved it, making my own little sounds as I continued to suck even after he came. He had to tug me away rather firmly. He gave me the warmest look for my efforts.

"You love having your mouth fucked, don't you?" he murmured, stroking my lip.

I hummed in agreement. "I love all of it," I told him, my voice low.

We showered together in the office's well-appointed restroom. He washed me with tender hands and lingering caresses, as was his wont.

"Your office isn't what I expected," I said as he dried me thoroughly. "It doesn't have the James touch."

He kissed a hip as he dried my legs. "It was my father's office, as well. I could never bring myself to change any of it."

I stroked a hand through his wet hair. My sentimental James.

I shouldn't have been surprised that the bedroom had a closet, or that that closet had clothing for me. James seemed more interested in finding clothes for me than in dressing himself as he perused the large rack of women's clothing that took up exactly one half of the closet. He was mostly dry, though some of that golden skin was still deliciously damp. He had a towel slung low across his hips. It made it hard to focus on what I was supposed to be doing; to even remember that I was trying to do anything but watch him with hungry eyes.

James pulled a pale gray sheath dress with a boatneck off the rack. "This," he said.

I rolled my eyes at him. "And do I get to pick out your clothes?"

He waved a hand at his side of the closet, still rifling through my rack of clothes. "As you wish, Buttercup," he said, moving to a display of belts set against a large dresser at the back of the closet.

My breath caught at the phrase, and I glanced at him. He wasn't even looking at me …

I moved to his side of the closet, shaking it off.

I sifted through clothing so expensive it felt wrong to even touch it. "Do you need to wear a suit?" I asked, because I had so seldom seen him dress in anything else.

"It would be preferable, since we're dining at one of my properties, and I prefer to appear professional at my place of business. But if something else catches your eye, I'm certainly amenable."

I shot him an arch look. "Do you suppose beating a guy up for insulting your girlfriend appears professional?"

He grinned at me, not the least repentant. It was a little infuriating. "I'm only human," he said.

I shook my head at him. He was impossible.

I picked out a beautiful pale gray suit. I quickly located a brilliant turquoise shirt and tie. I'd seen him wear the color before, and it was beyond stunning on him.

I turned to show him my selections to see him bending down to collect a pair of suede turquoise wedges. He held a thin turquoise belt in his hand to go with the sheath. I studied his choices, and then mine, and began to laugh.

I laughed so hard that I had to sit on the floor, my towel falling off me.