Beautiful Broken Promises(93)
I moved my mouth up and down and used my hand to cover the inches my mouth couldn't take. I felt his fingers grip my hair tighter, but he didn't force me to move any faster. He liked my rhythm and he was close to losing all control anyway.
When I felt him begin to swell in my mouth, I whimpered at his pleasure. His hips jerked and I squeezed around him as hard as I could.
“Ahh, damn it,” he growled. I could tell he was trying to stretch things out and make it last longer, but my relentless cadence consumed him and he just couldn’t hold back any longer. I reveled in his release and the look of satisfaction on his face.
His hands had moved to grip the edges of his desk, and he looked down at me in complete awe. He appeared authoritative and oh-so-sexy, yet he was looking as if I were actually the one with all the power.
“What is it about guys loving blow jobs at their desks?” I smirked up at him while licking my lips.
“Must be that whole secretary fantasy,” he breathed out as he pulled his shorts back up.
“Remind me to tell Jace that you are never allowed to have a secretary.”
When he finally caught his breath again, he pulled me up onto his lap, and I relaxed against his large chest. He let out a huge breath and held my face close to his body. Strong fingers ran over my face and down through my hair.
“He doesn't get to touch you,” he whispered.
I groaned. “You weren’t supposed to be thinking about him. You were supposed to be thinking about my mouth and maybe me pretending to be your secretary next week.”
“I was. Then I started thinking about some other guy getting that and I saw red for a moment.” I sighed at his words and he rushed to say, “I’ve got it under control.”
“I never doubted that you didn’t.” I rubbed my hand across his chest, enjoying the hard planes, followed by the tough ridges on his abdomen.
Lane was physically the strongest person I had ever met, and yet his self-control was even more tenacious. He didn't rile easily and he didn't allow others to egg him on. I had witnessed guys in the gym try and coax out the beast inside of him, but he never let it escape until he was in one particular controlled environment—the boxing ring.
I’d only witnessed him in the ring the few times I decided to join his workouts. I marveled at the power each of his fists possessed and the lithe movements he made as his feet carried him around. I had never known someone with that much muscle who could hold back the way he could. Outside of the ring, he was calm, easygoing, and gentle. But on the inside of the ring, he fully let himself go, using all of his energy and hard-earned strength. He was absolutely beautiful.
Regrettably, I still needed to take a shower and get somewhat ready for tonight. I turned in his lap and glanced at the papers he had been reading before I interrupted his work. Usually, his papers were filled with numbers and spreadsheets. It was all so confusing, and I generally tried to stay away from it.
But today the papers appeared different. The first thing that stuck out was an official-looking seven-pointed star. At a closer glance, I saw the words Policia Federal and then Miguel Flores. That stupid name. Would I ever be able to escape it? I’d hoped to never see nor hear that name ever again. I thought that was behind us.
“What is this?” My voice was only a whisper.
“Charlie faxed it over.”
“You’re still keeping tabs on him?”
“I told you that I intended for him to pay for his crimes. I know how corrupt it is down there. My friend, Mateo, used to work for the police in Mexico before he quit because of the double-dealing fraudulence.”
“So… what do these say?” I tapped the stack in front of me.
“Well, his happy ass is still sitting in prison. It could take a year until he’s sentenced, but so far Charlie said it sounds like they have a pretty damn tight case against him.”
“Any chance he could pay his way out?” I asked nervously.
“I’m sure there’s always a chance. But for now there seems to be media attention that’s persuading the judges to keep him there.” His words caused me to breathe a little easier. “Don’t worry.”
“I’m done hearing about him, Lane. I’m going to trust that you will keep us safe, so I don't want to hear his name ever again. Even if he gets life in prison or the damn death penalty, please don’t tell me.” Maybe it was weak of me. Maybe I was running from my problems, but that man stole four years from me. I was done giving him any more of my thoughts.