That being said, a big part of me doesn’t want to leave, and I have a feeling when it comes down to it, I won’t be able to. Not when I’ve come to think of his house as our home.
“Ember!”
Rolling my eyes, I give my red lips a pucker and smile at my reflection.
The crowd is thick and the music is loud.
Like every other time I’ve been to Dirty, things are` a flurry of activity. Each of the dance floors is crammed with bodies, no room between them, as they move with the music. With the view I have from Nate’s office, I’m able to see just how crazy everyone gets each time there is a bar dance from the bartenders. It’s like watching ants move, but the second one of the guys jumps on the glossy wood, they all move as one to try and get a front-row spot.
Dirty Dog is a beast.
“Things are crazy, honey,” I call over my shoulder to Nate.
We got here a few hours ago, and he’s been at his desk pretty much the whole time. I’ve been content watching the madness below because I know he’s not only catching up on some paperwork but making sure all the orders and inventory is squared away for the next week to ensure we have more time together at home.
“Hmm?”
Turning, I look over at him as his brow pulls in. He looks at some of the papers beside his computer before punching a few more keys. He looks so hot right now. The glasses that he put on before starting to look over the paperwork have had me hot for him since he started.
I’m tired of waiting.
He doesn’t notice as I kick off my shoes and kneel. His desk, a sleek black design with no back, puts his legs in view when I drop to my hands and crawl under. His scent is strong down here, and it just bumps my desire for him higher.
I crouch, keeping my back bent so I don’t bump my head, and reach out to place both hands on the inside of his thighs.
He jolts. “What the hell?”
“Sit back and let me give you something to help you relax.”
“Fuck me.”
He shifts, coming down a little more, but just enough for me to be able to undo his belt and pants. I take his velvety smooth cock in my hands, licking my lips when the tip juts out toward my mouth.
I take him deep in my mouth and smile around his flesh when I hear something slam on the desk above me. Because of my position, I can’t do more than fist the base of his cock and swallow a few inches of him, but I work him with my hand and mouth until he’s cursing and tensing.
“Come up here and let me fuck your pussy.”
I ignore the command, hitting my head on the top of his desk when I pick up my speed. My saliva runs down his shaft until my fist is slick. When I graze him softly with my teeth, he lets out a groan as his legs straighten and I feel him clench his ass.
If I were in a better position, I would push my hand down my pants, but I know he would be pissed if I took my ‘sweetness’ from him. Instead, I just shift a little and enjoy the way my pants rub against my swollen clit.
Humming my pleasure, I speed up and grip him tighter.
He starts making rough sounds above the desk, and I know he’s close. Pulling back, I kiss the tip and blow against the skin. He hisses loudly, causing me to smile.
“Suck my cock, Ember.”
Not one to disobey—much—I do as I’m told and take him back in my mouth.
It doesn’t take long before my jaw relaxes as I sense him close to the edge before I take him as deep as I can and use my throat muscles to constrict against his cock.
He shouts out my name and then bathes the back of my throat with his come. I pull back slightly when he keeps coming so I don’t choke. I continue to slowly move my mouth up and down his shaft, waiting for the last twitch before licking the tip once more and pulling him from my mouth.
He doesn’t move when I back up and crawl out from under his desk. When I stand, I look down at him and feel a rush of power from what I’ve done. He’s slouched in his chair, his head resting against the back and his eyes closed.
I turn and walk to the bathroom in the corner to wash my hands and fix my hair and makeup before returning to his office, finding him standing and tucking his semi-hard cock back into his pants.
“Not that I’m complaining, but what was that for?” he questions, color still high on his cheeks.
“No reason. You looked tense, and I couldn’t have that.”
He laughs, the sound like a low rumble of thunder, and walks toward me. “Next time you’re in deep concentration on one of your paintings, I’m going to have a lot of fucking fun returning the favor, baby.”
I sway in his arms and lick my lips, his eyes following the movement of my tongue.
“I just have to get payroll submitted and then we’re out of here. I’m going to fuck you hard all night.”