Black Ties and White Lies(83)

I lick my lips, probably ruining my freshly applied lipstick. “Do you want me to say sorry?” I counter, spreading my legs slightly on top of his desk.

His gaze zeroes in on my panties underneath my skirt. They’re my second pair of the day. The first got soaked before he gave me an orgasm over our morning yogurt parfaits.

The veins on his hand ripple as he reaches up and loosens the tie I’d picked out for him. “No. I want you to do as you're told and suck this cock like you’d promised. You wanted my attention? You’ve got it, Margo. I just left a very important meeting with my cock hard as a rock. It’s time you do something about it.”

He circles his desk and takes a seat in his oversized, leather office chair. I look at him over my shoulder, incredibly turned on by the brashness of his words. I slide off his desk, pushing my sweater off my shoulders and tossing it on a chair reserved for when he has one on one meetings.

“I wouldn’t have had to ruin your meeting if you’d just let me taste you this morning,” I point out, taking my time making my way to him.

He looks sexy as sin, his silhouette framed by the New York City skyline behind him. “We only had time for you, baby. I had that important meeting to get to.”

I shrug, coming to a stop in front of him. “Apparently it wasn’t too important considering you left early.”

His lip twitches as he fights a smile. “I’d told them I had a very important phone call to get to.”

Even through the black of his slacks, I can see he wasn’t lying. The thick outline of his cock is obvious. I’m eager to feel the weight of him against my tongue. To trace the thick line of his vein with my tongue, to feel him come apart because of me.

Grabbing him by the tie, I step between his legs. I yank on it, pulling his shoulders from the back of the chair so his lips are close to mine. “A very, very important call.” I lean in to kiss him, missing the feeling of his full lips against mine since I last felt them before we got out of the car this morning.

Once I’m satisfied by the taste of his lips, I move on to his neck, kissing the same spots he kisses me that drives me wild. My red lips accidentally hit the collar of his stark white dress shirt. “Oops.” I laugh, trying to rub the red stain off. “I didn’t mean to.”

He hums in disapproval. “Sure you didn’t, Violet. You like the idea of seeing it there, that you’ve marked your territory.”

I drop to my knees, looking up at him through my lashes. It doesn’t take me long to undo the fly of his zipper and free his cock from his boxers. I lean down, taking all of him down my throat once before pulling away. My eyes look from him to his cock, focusing on the red lipstick stain that runs down his shaft. “Now I’ve marked my territory,” I answer proudly.

With a wild desire in his eyes, he throws his head back against his chair. “Fuck, Margo. It’s yours. I’m yours, baby. Now take me in your mouth like a good girl and remind me why I’d drop every fucking important meeting I’d ever have for you.”

He doesn’t have to ask me twice. I run my tongue down his length before taking him in my mouth. Opening the back of my throat, I slide him in as far as I can take him. It takes everything in me not to gag. He stretches my mouth, my throat, but I relish in the feeling of it. Of the knowledge how good it must feel for him.

His fingers tangle in my hair as he pushes me down a little further. “You suck my cock so fucking good, baby,” he says through clenched teeth. “That’s it.” He swallows loudly as his head falls to the back of the chair. “Gag on me, baby.”

I moan, the sound loud as I happily attempt to take every inch of him. I’m running my tongue over his head when a loud knock sounds at his door.

I jump at the same moment he curses. “Busy!” he barks, applying pressure to my scalp so I can’t go anywhere.

“Like I give a shit,” a familiar voice says from the other side.

I look up at Beck, eyes wide as we both realize who’s standing on the other side of his office door. At this point, Carter should know I work for Beck, but my shirt is halfway across the room and I’m not sure I have time to grab it before he pushes through the door. I don’t have time to hide the evidence of what we’d been up to.

Scooting backward, I climb underneath Beck’s desk. Beck catches onto my plan, inching his chair forward until he sits as close to the desk as it allows with my body stuffed underneath. I’m able to get hidden just in time for the door to bust open.

“Carter, I told you I’m busy,” Beck growls. The anger in his voice is clear as day. A lot of it probably stemming from the fact that his cock is still out and wet from my saliva, still hard as a rock because I didn’t have time to make him come yet.

“You’re never too busy for family,” Carter responds, his voice a bit closer.

Beck grunts a response, his cock jerking with motion. His hand reaches underneath the desk, palming his length for some sort of relief.

“We’ll talk later,” Beck all but barks. “I’m on an important call.”

“Doesn’t look like it,” Carter fires back.

Knowing Carter, he won’t leave until he gets whatever he came here for. Beck must come to the same realization as me because he lets out a resigned sigh. “What the fuck do you want?”

When Beck runs his hand over his cock once again, I get an idea. A wild one, one that makes liquid form between my legs.