So Toxic(Bad Boy Next Door Book 4)(59)

“It’s okay. I’m giving my VPs a chance to earn their ridiculously large holiday bonuses.” He bumps the side of my foot with his. “Besides, I’m not leaving you until I get some cream.”

I grab his cup from the low table in front of our feet. “Creamer, coming right up. You want coffee with that?”

He licks his lower lip, a shameless smile spreading. “Not creamer. Your cream.”

I close my eyes as heat swallows me, but I dig for a reply. “You. Are. Injured. That’s the last thing you need.”

“Aw. C’mon, JoJo. It’s been two weeks since I had a taste. It’s too long. It’s torture. I need the cream. That’s all.”

“You think you need it. You don’t.”

“It will help me heal.”

“You don’t really expect me to buy that, do you?”

His pleading eyes and the fact that it’s also been two, very long weeks for me as well, make it hard to say no.

Oh, who am I kidding? I don’t want to turn him down. That’s what makes this so difficult.

“How would we do that?”

He tilts his head to the side, tossing me a disbelieving look. “You should know how we do that by now. It hasn’t been that long.”

“Without hurting you. I mean…the logistics?”

Ty reaches for my night shirt, pulling it and guiding me to stand in front of him. “Take your panties off.”

It’s my turn to smile. “What if I’m not wearing any?”

He slides his hand up the outside of my right leg, letting it drift around to my ass cheek.

I run my hands through his hair. “It’s going to hurt for you to lean forward for very long.”

His fingers tighten. “Step up here.”

“You want me to stand on your chair?”

He licks his lips. “Should put that pussy right about level with my mouth.”

I bite my bottom lip. The cream he wants so badly warms my slit, eager to wet his tongue.

“C’mon, JoJo. Help a guy out.”

I tip up his chin with my finger. “If I accidentally hurt you—or if you hurt yourself—it’s on you. And I’m not explaining to the doctor how you reinjured yourself. Capiche?”

Tyson slides his hand a little farther around so his fingertips graze the underside of my curls. “Bring that hot pussy up here and let me make you come all over my face.”

How does this man talk me into doing things I shouldn’t?

I steady myself using the picture window behind Ty as I step onto his chair. With one foot on either side of his legs, I lean forward. He shifts in his seat and pushes my shirt up so the hem rests at my hips.

My pulse beats in my clit. He rubs his now bearded chin along the upper part of the inside of my thigh, then down the other. My breathing shallows.

He nuzzles the curls above my lips with his nose, pulling in a deep breath. “Just your scent makes my cock hard.”

I let my forehead rest against the glass as he buries his face in my pussy. His tongue delves in and my knees go a little weak. A swipe of his tongue up my slit to swirl around my clit sends a hot stream of wetness rushing to meet him.

He grunts and uses his chin to rub the juice into my folds. All I can do is hold tight to the frame at the top of the window. I’ll never be able to let go if I’m not careful—let go of him, of this protected world he’s created these last weeks, or let go of the possibility that I might be as important to him as he’s become to me.

Ty pushes my leg up, positioning me so that my foot rests on the back of the chair behind his good shoulder. Then he circles my thigh with his arm to reach over the top of it and pull the hood back from my clit. He bats it with his warm tongue, and the coil in my womb cranks tight.

When he runs the flat of his tongue over my nub, his taste buds bump across it in the most delicious way, and I can’t help but moan. He does it again, and this time, when the tip of his tongue slides over my clit, he tickles and teases it. Then he latches on and suckles.

He lets go of my clit’s hood to slide his hand below and push his fingers up into my entrance. Ty continues suckling my bud, and the throbbing deep inside intensifies as he rubs that special spot right inside until my hips mimic the movements I’ve made so often when he’d fuck me. I roll them to meet the thrusts of his hand.

He pumps his fingers in and out, all the while licking and sucking my clit until my cheek is pressed hard against the window, along with my tits, while my hips curl against his mouth, begging for more.

The pressure builds and builds. Every fiber of my being is focused on the moment he’s bringing on. The one I’ve needed for so long.

Finally, my body clenches his fingers tightly, pulsing with intensity. I cry out.