Only Mine (Honey Mountain #5)(46)

Me ~ I’m leaving. Are you coming?

Minx ~ That’s what she said…

Me ~ So fucking witty. You must be having flashbacks of crying out my name just a few hours ago when my head was buried between your thighs.

Minx ~ I barely remember. Was that today?

I chuckled. Damn, this girl had me on edge.

Me ~ Heading to the elevator.

Minx ~ Fine. I’ll go home. I need to pack anyway.

Pack? Where the fuck was she going?

Me ~ Where are you going?

Minx ~ It’s Halloween weekend. I’m going home to see my nieces and my nephew all dressed up.

I sent a text to Gallan that we’d be down soon and reached for my keys, making my way toward the elevator. I could feel her walking behind me. I turned slowly after I hit the button and took her in as she strode toward me.

Long, lean legs.

Perfect tits that I was dying to touch.

Taste.

Her hair was hanging over one shoulder, and she had this lazy, sexy smile on her face that nearly made me come apart right there at just the sight of her.

“Ah, you decided to join me,” I said.

“Well, you were being so nice; how could I turn you down?”

You did it fairly easily this afternoon when you strode out of my office.

The elevator doors opened, and the building’s janitors, Glen and Barney, stepped off with all of their cleaning supplies. We said a quick hello before I followed Dylan onto the elevator.

“So, how’s your little situation?” she asked, glancing down at my zipper.

I raised a brow. “I think I’ve made it known that the word ‘little’ does not describe my cock, and I’d appreciate it if you would stop using that word when speaking of my dick.”

“Oh, someone’s a little sensitive. Is that the blue balls talking?”

“Call it what you want to. I’ll be fine picturing you coming apart on my lips tonight when I get in the shower.”

Her eyes locked with mine, and she took one step forward, turning to hit a button on the elevator, bringing the car to a stop. “You know, I don’t normally drop to my knees for anyone, especially for someone as rude as you. But, I’m not a taker, and fair is fair. You made me feel good, and I should return the favor.”

Jesus. This woman was going to be the death of me.

She slowly lowered herself to her knees, and I struggled to stay in control.

To remain calm.

To keep my breathing even.

“It’s only fair,” I said, my voice gruff.

“You aren’t going to run off this elevator afterward because you’re afraid of me, are you?” she purred, as she undid the button on my dress slacks and lowered the zipper. She tugged at the band of my boxer briefs and pulled everything down with one swift tug. Her nails grazed my skin, and my dick sprang free.

He was even more impressive than usual as if he was showing off for her.

I’d thought about this woman’s mouth wrapped around my cock more times than I wanted to admit.

“I was never afraid of you.” It was impossible to miss the strain in my voice.

“I guess we’ll see about that, won’t we?” she whispered as her tongue circled the tip of my dick.

I sucked in a harsh breath, and her eyes glanced up to meet mine. She wanted me to lose control.

Seeing Dylan Thomas on her knees for me, lips plump and eyes half-mast with desire, I was ready to snap.

I’d had a gun pointed at my head two years ago, and I’d managed to keep it together better than I was at the moment.

Her hand was wrapped around my shaft, and she looked up at me one last time, pops of gold brighter than usual—yellow like the sun—danced in her dark-eyed gaze. She smiled, and my fucking chest nearly exploded. I wanted her. Not just physically. I wanted every part of her.

But when her lips wrapped around me and she took me in, inch by inch, my hands tangled in her hair.

“You’re going to kill me.”

She pulled back slowly before taking me all the way in again. I’d always been impressed by my restraint, but I felt like a teenage boy getting off for the first time. I was not going to last long. Not with her sucking me in as she glided her lips up and down my erection.

My head fell back against the wall, and I tried like hell to hold on.

A little moan escaped her sweet mouth, and that was all it took. I bucked faster, and she matched me with each thrust.

“I can’t wait any longer,” I warned, tugging at her hair to pull her back, but she shoved my hands away and stayed right there.

It was the hottest thing I’d ever seen.

I thrust again.

And again.

Before I exploded in a way I’d never experienced.

“Fuck, Minx!” I roared.

My breathing was so erratic, it filled the space around us, and she stayed right with me as I rode out every last bit of pleasure, spilling into her mouth.

When she pulled back, she wiped her lips with the back of her hand and smiled up at me. “Looks like you’re still alive.”

I reached down and helped her to her feet, and I wrapped one hand around her neck before my mouth crashed into hers. I pulled back to see the surprise on her face.

“From here on out, we don’t pleasure one another before my mouth is on yours.” I ran the pad of my thumb over her bottom lip. “Nor do we do it with clothes on.”