Black Ties and White Lies(84)

Leaning forward, making sure to stay underneath the desk, I wrap my hand around the base of him. His hips jerk underneath the desk as he places his hand on top of mine.

“I was hoping to catch Margo,” Carter explains, his voice still somewhat of a distance away.

“She’s also busy,” Beck quips at the same time my hand starts to move up and down his shaft. He keeps his hand on top of mine, not stopping me from touching him while his brother—my ex-boyfriend—stands on the other side of his office.

Technically, Beck isn’t lying. I am busy. I’ve been given a work task of utmost importance. Just not in the way Carter would ever expect.

I slowly lean all the way forward until my mouth is inches away from the tip of Beck’s cock. It’s still wet from being in my mouth just minutes ago, a red stain coating the tip. I lick my lips, ready to take all of him again, no matter who else we have in here.

“When will she be back?” Carter presses.

I shove Beck all the way down my throat. When he sits forward slightly, forcing more of him into my mouth, I have to fight the urge to gag. Tears prick my eyes as I fight back the urge to make any noise. It’s intoxicating, knowing how taboo the situation is.

“It shouldn’t matter to you,” Beck’s deep voice responds. I have to hand it to him; he’s managing his composure better than I’d be able to if the roles were reversed.

Part of me wants to push the limits, to make him break his resolve with Carter here with us. How far will he let me go while we have an audience? Never in my life did I imagine myself sucking Beck’s cock while his brother was in the room. But it might be one of the hottest experiences of my life and Beck’s not even touching me.

I push his hand away, making sure it’s known that right now it’s me that’s in control, not him. He lets me, pulling his hand out from underneath the desk, doing something with it I can’t see.

“She was my girlfriend before she was ever your employee, you know. You better remember that.”

I smile, wrapping my fingers around the base of him as I greedily take every inch of him I can manage. I may have once been Carter’s girlfriend, but I want to remind Beck that’s no longer the case. It’s him I want, him that I’m so desperate for I’d do something as risky as this, loving every filthy second of it.

“She doesn’t belong to you. You better remember that,” Beck jabs. I prove his point by slowly bobbing up and down his length.

He’s right. I don’t belong to Carter. I belong to him. Whether he wants me to or not.





My brother watches me closely through narrowed eyes. It takes all of my restraint to not clench my teeth, to show a reaction to the way Margo expertly takes me in her mouth. She blows me with such enthusiasm, it’s a damn miracle I’ve been able to keep my cool with my brother standing a few feet away from me. I’m shocked she isn’t making gagging noises with how far down her throat she’s taking me.

“You’ll tell her I stopped by?” he asks steadily, looking out to the city behind me.

“I don’t see the reason for it. From the way she’s spoken, the two of you are over, Carter. It doesn’t seem like she wants to speak to you.”

As if Margo is nodding in agreement, she twirls her tongue around my head as her small hand works up and down my length. It’s like she’s egging me on, confirming my words without saying a thing.

“You’re lying,” he seethes. He runs a hand through the stubble on his chin. I fight the urge to tell him how terrible the new look is. His dark hair is unforgiving, the patches obvious on his cheeks where he can’t grow a full beard. Even if I was kind enough to tell him, he wouldn’t believe me. He’s too full of himself.

My teeth dig into my lip as Margo picks the pace up underneath the desk. The moment my brother leaves, I’m going to pull her up and fuck her senseless. It’s incredibly risky for her to be taking my cock so well while I talk with my brother, and I fucking love her for doing it. She’s always surprising me, and the eagerness in which she shoves all of me down her throat has me ravenous to plow into her.

“Are we done here?” I ask through gritted teeth, my balls tightening.

I swallow, not wanting to come. Not yet. Not with Carter here, not before I fuck her up against the windows of this office, letting her look on to the city she loves so much.

Carter runs a finger over the leaf of a tree that Polly works so hard at taking care of. “Yes. Tell Margo I stopped by.”

He begins walking back toward the door, thank fuck.

I’m about to pull Margo up the hair and bury myself in her when he turns around to face me once again. “Better yet, maybe I’ll hang out for a bit. She’s bound to show up eventually, isn’t she?”

“Goodbye, Carter,” I clip, hating the fact that he’s here to begin with. He hates Manhattan. Says it’s too dirty and busy for his taste.

Carter opens the door, his eyes scanning the room one last time before walking out. He’s almost scanned the entire room when his eyes land on Margo’s discarded sweater.

Fuck.

He zeroes on it, looking from the sweater, to me, and back again.

Margo continues to suck me perfectly while I see the gears in my brother’s head turn. “Remember what we’ve talked about Beckham,” he warns, pulling the door shut behind him. “Remember who had her first.”