“Discreet?”
“Boring.” She sticks her tongue out, and I laugh. Since Keely took control of the company, she’s become a good friend of mine. Closer to a little sister really—and right now, she’s an annoying one.
“She has to be special, to get you so distracted,” Keely muses. “Don’t tell me you’re seeing some model or actress. They’re not your type.”
“What’s my type?” I ask, amused.
“Someone complicated,” Keely decides. “You need someone to keep you on your toes. Not some girl who follows your every word like law.”
I hide a smile. Little does she know.
“Don’t you have work to do?” I ask, trying to change the subject.
She sighs. “Always. And there’s that charity thing tonight, the casino event? Isabelle’s hosting. I can’t believe she sent me an invite, I thought she hated me.”
“She doesn’t hate you,” I say without thinking.
Keely arches an eyebrow.
“I mean, who could hate you?” I cover. “You’re delightful. When you’re not bugging people about their personal lives.”
She laughs, finally standing. “OK, OK, you’re off the hook. But only because Vaughn is taking me out to lunch,” she adds. “And that means I’m in a great mood.” Keely swans out, no doubt off to meet her fiancé for some sexy fun.
I pause. Keely’s right: I am distracted. I feel like I’ve had a hard-on for days, and it’s all I can think about. Isabelle, submitting to me, the sound of her moans
My hand moves of its own accord, reaching for the phone. I’m dialing the number before I can second-guess what I’m about to do.
“Isabelle?” I say when she answers. “Get in a cab, right now.”
* * *
Twenty minutes later, there’s a knock at the door. Jeannie opens it. “Miss Ashcroft to see you.”
I nod brusquely, staying seated. “Show her in. And hold my calls for the rest of the afternoon.”
Jeannie nods, withdrawing. Isabelle steps into the room, radiant in a simple sundress that shows off the swell of her creamy breasts. She’s smiling. “I’m glad you called,” she says. “Did you want to go grab some lunch?”
“That’s not what I have in mind. Lock the door behind you,” I tell her softly.
Her eyes widen with excitement. She does as I say. Power ripples through my body. Finally, it’s time to show her what I want.
“Come here, and get on your knees.”
Isabelle’s gaze flickers towards the door. “Here?”
I can hear the shock in her voice. “Yes. Here, now. It doesn’t matter if we’re in the middle of Times Square, at the club or in my home, when I give you an order, I expect you to obey. Understood?”
Isabelle nods, places her purse on a chair and walks closer. I point to the rug beside me. Silently, she drops to her knees.
Fuck, she’s gorgeous. Gazing up at me with those blue eyes. Meek and obedient.
“Put your hands behind your back,” I instruct her. “Now open your mouth.”
Isabelle wets her lips, then parts them, pink and moist.
My cock leaps hungrily, straining against my fly.
“This is the sub’s position,” I tell her. “When I tell you to assume the position, this is what I mean. No argument, no hesitation.”
Isabelle nods eagerly. Eyeing my pants, she licks her lips again.
I won’t make her wait any longer.
I unbuckle my belt and unzip my fly. The head of my cock springs free, already swollen and moist with precum. I lean back in my chair and tuck my hands behind my head in a pose of total nonchalance.
“Now, show me what that pretty mouth can do. Just your mouth.” I add.
I can see the anticipation in Isabelle’s eyes as she leans forward, hands locked behind her back. Her warm breath envelops me and I have to resist thrusting deep between those wet lips.
Slowly, slowly now.
Isabelle opens her mouth wider. She laps slowly at the head, then closes her lips around me and swirls her tongue around.
Fuck. A guttural groan escapes me. Her tongue strokes the underside of my cock, pressing on that ultra-sensitive spot beneath the head. I have to grip the armrests to keep from exploding right now.
“Now suck me,” I command.
She scoots closer, angling to take me deeper into that miraculous mouth. She slides down my cock, taking me to the back of her throat, then lifts her head again, suctioning tight with her lips.
Goddamn.
I lean back in the chair, reveling in the hot, wet slide of her mouth. My cock is so hard it hurts, and every lick and suck drives me crazy.
Isabelle looks up at me, her mouth around my dick. A strap of her sundress slips loose, revealing the taut rosy tip of her nipple. Her tongue flickers rapidly, licking up my salty pre-cum.