I nod and step out of his office and walk to Ty’s door. It’s open, so I walk in and close and lock it behind me, taking in the dark-haired man sitting behind his desk, his phone at his ear. God, he’s amazing.
His eyebrows climb when he sees me.
“That all sounds good to me, Bill. I have to go. I just had something important come into my office. I’ll be in touch next week.”
I dump my purse in his visitor’s chair, walk around his desk, and climb in his lap as he finishes his call.
“This is a nice surprise,” he murmurs, and kisses me softly. My hands travel up the sleeves of his white shirt and wrap around his neck. I tangle his hair in my fingers and hold on as he takes the kiss deeper and then softens it again.
“I’m here to treat you to lunch.”
“Oh, I wish you’d called.” He plants his lips on my forehead and takes a deep breath. “I have an appointment in five minutes.”
“I know.” I grin up at him and feel my cheeks flush as I admit, “It’s me.”
He lifts his cell phone off his desk and checks his calendar. “You’re Jenny Fisher?”
“Yeah. That’s one of my characters’ names.”
He’s grinning at me like I just told him I won a Pulitzer. “Where are we going to lunch?”
“Right here. It’s being delivered in”—I check the time on his computer—“a half hour.”
“What are we going to do for the next thirty minutes?” He buries his face in my neck, nibbling my skin softly and sending shivers through me.
“Well, I have this fantasy.”
“Oh?” He leans back to look me in the eyes. “Do tell.”
“Last night”—I slide off his lap and to my knees—“I told you that I wanted to kiss you here.” I pull my index finger down the seam of his zipper and feel the hard ridge of his erection beneath his black slacks.
He pulls in a deep breath and watches me with narrowed, heated gray eyes. “You did.”
“I want to do it here.”
“In my office.” It’s not a question.
I nod and pull his belt open, then unfasten his slacks. His lips curl into a half smile as he watches me open his pants, reach into his boxers, and uncover his hard-as-hell cock.
“You have a beautiful dick.”
“I don’t know if a guy wants his dick to be referred to as beautiful.” He laughs.
“But it is.” My hands slide up and down his length in long, easy motions. “It’s big and smooth.” I lean in and lap my tongue over the sensitive underside of the head and around the crown. “Delicious, just like I thought.”
“God, baby.” He leans his head back for just a moment, then continues to watch me. “Your hands are so fucking amazing.”
He lifts his hips so I can shimmy his pants down his hips to his thighs, giving me better access to his hard cock and tight balls.
I cup his sack in my hand, massaging gently, and wrap my mouth over his dick, pulling him into my mouth and pushing down until he reaches the back of my throat. I grip him with my lips and pull all the way back up before sucking on the head while brushing my tongue over the tip.
“Damn, you’re good at that.” He’s panting now; his voice is rough and his hands clench and unclench into fists where he rests them on his armrests.
I grip the shaft in my hand and work him firmly as I suck and lick on his gorgeous cock, reveling in how his hips gently thrust against me, pushing deeper inside my mouth.
Finally, one of his hands grips the back of my neck and he sets the pace, fucking my mouth in a steady rhythm.
“Lo, I’m gonna come soon, so if you don’t want me to do it in your mouth, you need to stop now.”
I moan and increase the pace, suck harder, pump my fist faster. His balls tighten and lift as he steadies my head, pulses into me, and erupts inside my mouth. I swallow quickly, massaging the head of his cock with my mouth as he shudders and convulses around me.
He gentles his grip and combs my hair in his fingers as I tuck him away, help him shimmy his pants back up his hips, refasten his pants, and sit back on my heels, smiling up at him smugly.
“That was fun.”
“I would have to agree.” He chuckles and pulls me back up onto his lap. “You’re good at that.”
“I haven’t had much practice.” I shrug, still smiling. “I like it.”
He chuckles and kisses me deeply. “I can taste myself. You taste better.”
His phone rings and I make a dive for it. “This is Ty Sullivan’s office.”
He cocks his head to the side, watching me with curiosity.
“Good, I’ll meet her at the door.” I hang up the phone and scramble off Ty’s lap and around his desk toward the door. “She’s a little early.”