Saxon(28)

“Go right in,” she says. “She isn’t with a client. I love your new track ‘Obsessed’ by the way.”

“Thank you,” I tell her. “I wrote it about Tenielle.”

I leave her with her mouth gaping and walk towards Tenielle’s office door. I’ve only been here twice before, but her office is easily located. I knock twice then open the door, to find her sitting there with a laptop in front of her, a happy smile on her face.

“I didn’t know you were coming to see me today,” she says, standing up and giving me a quick kiss. She’s wearing a white shirt with a fitted black skirt and looks f*cking edible.

Like a naughty librarian.

Thoughts surface.

“I wanted to surprise you, thought maybe I could take you out for lunch.”

She glances at her watch and bobs her head. “I could take an hour lunch.”

“Good. Now let’s leave this room before I lift your skirt and bend you over the table like I want to,” I murmur, glancing out the door.

I’m surprised when she walks over to the door and locks it, then turns to me with a mischievous look on her face. She then lifts up her skirt, showing off her lacy black panties.

“You have fifteen minutes,” she purrs.

I stare at the door. “What if someone comes in?”

My voice is low and husky—f*ck I want her.

“Live a little,” she smirks, undoing the top few buttons of her shirt, exposing her black bra. She pulls the cups down, and my gaze is locked onto her large brown nipples.

My mouth waters.

Storming to her, I lift her up and kiss her mouth simultaneously. Walking with her to her desk, I sit her down on the edge, my hands wandering up her skirt, feeling her thighs. I slip a finger inside her panties, finding her slick with wet heat. I make a deep sound in my throat, pleased to find that she wants me as much as I want her. I gently push her back so she’s lying back on the table, get down on my knees and lower her panties. When they are around her knees, I lean forward and spread her thighs. Glancing at her passion-filled faced, I then lower my head and taste her, loving her fresh clean scent that invades my senses. She moans a little too loudly for the setting, so I soon pull back and undo my jeans, pulling out my straining cock and gently pushing it inside her. She moans again so I kiss her to keep her quiet as I thrust into her, making sure to rub against her clit with each movement. A few more thrusts then I pull out and lift her so she’s standing in front of me. I then spin her around and bend her over the desk.

Never say I don’t keep my word.

She sticks her ass out, her chest pressed against the table. I take a moment to enjoy the view before I slide home, the table shaking a little with the force. Knowing we don’t have much time, I reach down and find her sweet spot, bringing her closer to orgasm with every thrust. When I feel her coming around me, I let go and join her in ecstasy.

Fuck.

So. Fucking. Good.

“I love you,” I grit out. “So f*cking much.”

“I love you too,” she replies in a hoarse voice, and my body stills.

This is the first time she’s said it.

Sliding out of her, I help her up and turn her to face me. “You do?”

I knew she did, but I never expected her to admit it to me so soon.

“Yeah.” She smiles, and it reaches her eyes. “I do.”

I help her dress, feeling dazed, like I was on cloud nine.

I fix myself up then plop down on her chair and pull her onto my lap. “Come with me.”

“I just did,” she replies with a little grin.

My lip twitches. “I don’t want to live half a f*cking year without you. Maybe I could cancel?”

But I didn’t want to let the rest of the band down. I couldn’t do that.

“You can’t do that,” she says, sighing. She runs her fingers through my hair. “My boss said he can give me six weeks off and that’s it.”

“Better than nothing.” I suppose.

“Are you sure we can do this?” she asks, vulnerability coming through in her tone.

“I think we can do anything,” I tell her earnestly. “I want this to work with us. There is only you for me Tee, and I mean that. I don’t want anyone else, and I never will.”

She leans forward and kisses me slowly. “Okay, let’s try and make this work then.”

I feel relief that she isn’t going to run. Thank Fuck. I don’t know what I would do if she decided she didn’t want this anymore, that it wasn’t worth the effort. “When can you come?”

“Probably a month after you leave, I’ll join you then,” she says. “Are we still going to get lunch?”

I grin. “Yeah, come on. I can’t leave without feeding you.”

“I fed you,” she murmurs, causing me to laugh and lick my lips.

“My life is going to be boring without you in it,” I grumble. “Who is going to tell me dirty jokes?”

“Boring? You’re touring the world, and you’re famous. You don’t get to complain,” she replies, shaking her head at me in amusement.

“If I had you by my side babe, I would never complain,” I tell her, kissing her on her nose.

She makes a whipping sound.

I smack her ass.