Bad Boy Next Door (A Romantic Suspense)(2)
Silk rope. Bright red, knotted together like a bundle of clothesline. Interesting. Very interesting.
“I never did get your name.”
Stepping aside, she gives me a coy smile and adjusts her cute little glasses. “Lily.”
“Alright, Lily.”
I tilt the laptop screen back and brace myself, waiting for her to attack my exposed flank. Instead she clasps her hands behind her back and looks innocent, a primly suppressed smile twitching on her lush lips. I look over the numbers and nod. The bank transfer is complete, but it’s the agreed-upon amount.
“What’s this about a bonus?” I say as I stand.
Her little smile twists into a lopsided smirk that belongs on a lingerie catalog cover.
“I would be the bonus, Mr. Mulqueen.”
Before I can protest or question, she reaches up and undoes the top button on her sweater. Deciding that I’m in for a show, I step back and watch as she pops the buttons down the front of the fuzzy cardigan and peels it back, exposing a magnificent set of breasts lovingly cupped in a black silk bra that only makes her pale skin paler. She casts the sweater to the floor while I move the briefcase and computer to the table.
My instincts are itching at the back of my neck, trying to figure out what’s off here, but much of the blood devoted to the rational centers of my brain is currently rushing south as she makes a show out of slipping off those spiked heels, in a practiced motion that leaves them neatly placed together at the foot of the bed.
A shake of her hips and her slacks fall to the floor, too, leaving her in a stringy black thong that’s barely more than a couple of lines and a triangle covering her *. She puts on quite a show, even hiding the best parts.
I drink in the sight of her sinuous, curvaceous body and she does a spin in place, flexing her legs and ass and rather conveniently showing me that she’s not hiding any weapons. I mean, there aren’t many places she could be keeping them. She moves fast and puts her hands on my chest, spreads open my jacket, and I shrug it off, let it fall to the floor. I can feel her nails on my skin even through the silk of my shirt. She gives my tie a little tug and runs her fingers over the grip of the pistol in my shoulder holster.
“What’s the matter, don’t you trust me?”
“I feel naked without it.”
“That’s a shame,” she purrs, and artfully sinks to her knees in front of me.
A flood of excitement rushes through me, and as she opens my belt and pants and tugs down my boxers, my cock rushes up hard and ready to meet her. I crane my neck down and shudder as she takes the shaft in her silky hand and ducks close, almost puts her lips on the head, and pulls back, a flood of hot breath sending a jolt up my spine as she strokes, and cups my balls in her other hand. She smiles lunges forward, and her lips part over the head of my cock, her eyes flicking up to meet my gaze as they press hard around my shaft.
I groan as she takes me deeper and deeper, slowly, and doesn’t stop. I watch in amazement as my cock slides all the way into her mouth, into her tight, hot throat, and her tongue glides out along the bottom of my shaft and tickles my balls before she draws back and takes a deep breath, wipes a little spit from her mouth, and grins at me.
Without a word she takes my cock in her mouth more slowly, moving her lips forward and back and sucking the last third while she works my shaft with her hands.
Her fingers slide under my balls, and I jerk when she tickles them with her nails.
“You poor boy, it’s been a while, hasn’t it?”
“Yeah,” I say. “Been busy.”
“Mmm, shame to let a big cock like this go to waste. Don’t worry, by the time I’m done you’ll be all emptied out.”
I’m eager to see her fulfill that promise, and she goes to it hungrily, until it’s hard for me to stand. It’s quite a sight, watching her tight lips press around my shaft, staring down her back to get a delicious view of her round ass. As she pumps her head and sucks my cock she deftly undoes her bra, baring one of the most perfect sets of tits I have ever seen. I reach down to cop a feel and she wriggles out of the way.
“Naughty,” she purrs. “Give me a treat and you can touch all you want.”
A treat?
Oh.
She goes to it, until I’m standing there straining, knees buckling, and I can’t hold back anymore. Like she can sense it, she plunges her head down as I explode. I’m treated to the sensation of her throat contracting around my shaft and milking me dry as she gulps it down, as a ball-draining, muscle-clenching orgasm shocks through my body.
She draws back but keeps sucking, squeezing out every drop. When she finally ducks back, there’s not even a hint of it on her chin. She licks her lips anyway.
“Hell of a bonus.”
“That was just a tip. The bonus is on the bed.”
She rises with a dancer’s grace, turns, and twists artfully as she bends at the hips, holds her legs straight, and strips her panties down her silky thighs, arching her back to give me a full view of her *. It takes everything I’ve got not to lunge at her and eat her out right there. She stands and walks around the bed, and rolls across it, spreading herself out.
First, though, she grabs the rope from the briefcase.
I might be able to trust her if she’s tied up.
I kick out of my shoes and crawl across the bed. She undoes my shirt and spreads it open, and she sits up and peels back the shoulders of my shirt.Her soft breasts touch my chest, the touch of them as smooth as clean silk, except for the hot brush of her tight nipples. I loop my arms around her and fall on her, her hot skin sliding against mine.