Isabel snorted. “I can’t believe you just said that.”
“It’s the truth, isn’t it?”
“Maybe for a frat boy bragging to his friends.”
I grinned. “I’m sorry. Should I have found a way to say it in more dignified terms?”
“While I’m not sure that’s possible, yes, I would have.”
“You have my deepest apologies and utmost concern if my penis injured your vagina.” Tilting my head, I asked, “Was that better?”
“A little.”
I ran my thumb over her bottom lip. “All joking aside, I want to thank you for this weekend.”
“For you reclaiming your manhood?” she teased.
“I said I wasn’t joking.”
Isabel’s expression grew serious. “I know. I was just trying to deflect some of the emotion.”
“Why would you want to do that?”
She shrugged. “Maybe because it still seems fast.”
“Slow build, remember?”
A shy smile curved on her lips. “I remember.”
“Are you still afraid of the world and the media?”
She shook her head. “No…just you.”
“Me? Why are you afraid of me?”
“I’m afraid you might hurt me, and in turn, I’m afraid I could hurt you.”
“The Isabel Flannery I know isn’t afraid of anything. She has balls of steel.”
Isabel laughed. “Maybe you don’t know me that well.”
“I know you would never willingly hurt me, just like I would never willingly hurt you. Life is all about taking chances, and it’s our time to take a chance—together.”
“You’re right.” She placed her hand on my mine. “I’m sorry I’m such a worrywart.”
“It’s okay. I happen to find your neurotic side endearing.”
She cocked her brows. “You do?”
“No, not really.”
Isabel playfully smacked my arm. “Just for that comment, here’s a little more of my neurotic side—what happens tomorrow?”
“Well, we get up at an insanely early hour, I go for a run while you go on in to work—”
“That’s not what I meant.”
I pushed a strand of red hair out of Isabel’s face. “You want to know how we’re supposed to act?”
“Exactly.”
I shrugged. “We act like we always did. We don’t owe anyone an explanation.”
“Except maybe the executives.”
I shook my head. “We only owe them an explanation if they ask for one. We don’t have to volunteer anything. Once again, it’s nobody’s business but our own.”
“I hope you’re right.”
“I’m always right.”
She rolled her eyes. “You’re feeling awfully cocky.”
Taking her hand, I brought it to my lap. “You can feel just how cocky I really am.”
She grinned. “I think I’ve created a monster.”
With a laugh, I brought my lips to hers and prepared to show Isabel just how much of a pleasure monster I could be.
Chapter Twenty-Nine: Isabel
After we got home from the White House, Thorn and I finally parted ways, although it was done reluctantly on both of our parts. Of course, I crashed out on the couch the minute I made it through the door of my apartment then slept straight through until eleven when Mila got home and demanded a play-by-play of the weekend—well, at least of the PG parts.
The next morning I found an unfamiliar bounce in my step as I got ready for work. It was the same one I’d experienced when I thought I was about to land my promotion, but this time, I was pumped to get to the office to see Thorn again. We’d already spoken when he’d texted me good morning, but it wasn’t enough. I couldn’t wait to see his handsome face in person, to smell the masculine scent of his cologne, to feel his hands on me again, even if it was in the most innocent of ways.
When I got to the office, it was still a relative ghost town. I was partially grateful for that because I didn’t want to endure the looks of my colleagues on the floor. Unless they lived under a rock, there was no way they hadn’t seen pictures of Thorn and me at the wedding, not to mention the gossip mill had to have been churning overnight.
By the time Thorn arrived with Conan half an hour later, the floor had filled up, so he simply gave me his usual good morning wave on the way to his office. He knew me well enough to know I wouldn’t want him to make a big deal this morning—the first morning of our changed relationship at work. His gesture wasn’t overly romantic or even different than before, but it still sent warmth echoing through my chest.
Focusing on the tasks at hand, I spent the next few hours bogged down by numbers. From time to time, I would find my thoughts on Thorn, but then I would quickly refocus on my files. My head was buried in my computer when a knock came at my door.
“Yes?” I questioned. With it being Cheryl’s lunchtime, I knew I had to deal with whoever it was.
As the door opened, I glanced over my shoulder. At the sight of Thorn, my heart started beating furiously. “Good afternoon, Isabel,” he said, the deep timbre of his voice shooting straight between my legs.
“Good afternoon. Was there something you needed to see me about?”
“As a matter of fact, there is.”
He stepped inside my office and closed the door. As he crossed the room, he didn’t take his gaze off of mine, an almost predatory gleam shining in his eyes. After walking around my desk, he knelt down in front of me.
My eyes bulged at the gesture. “What are you doing?”
“I want to taste you.”
Oh Jesus. Is he for real? “It’s eleven-thirty in the morning.”
“I’m aware of what time it is,” he replied as he started to push my skirt up.
I swatted his hand. “Thorn, we’re at work,” I hissed.
“So?”
“So? That’s all you can say at the moment?”
“I’m sorry if I’m too horny to form coherent thoughts at the moment.”
With a roll of my eyes, I replied, “Would you get a grip?”
“I’d love to,” he replied as his fingers gripped my inner thighs.
After sucking in a breath, I replied, “You managed to wait a year to have sex—you don’t think you could possibly wait until tonight?”
“Nope. I have to have you now.”
“You’re ridiculous,” I muttered.
“Yes, ridiculously horny.” He tilted his head up at me. “Are you going to say you’re not even remotely turned on at the moment?”
Dammit. He had me there. Although my mouth and brain were protesting, the rest of my body was totally on board with Thorn going down on me. I mean, it was one of my office fantasies come to life—who says no to that?
“Regardless of whether or not I’m turned on, we shouldn’t be doing this.”
“I disagree.” He gave me a crooked grin. “And based on the wetness of your panties, I’d say your pussy disagrees as well.”
“Yes, I’m turned on. Are you happy now?”
“Thrilled.” Thorn dipped his head to kiss the tops of my thigh-highs. “You and these fucking stockings drive me wild.”
Gripping my thighs, he spread them apart. At the sight of him licking his lips, I grew even wetter. I imagined I might be soaking the chair. When I finally felt the warmth of his mouth against my core, I cried out and shifted my hips against him. “God, you have the most amazing mouth,” I moaned.
Thorn’s response was to thrust his tongue inside me. Spreading my legs farther, I gave him easier access. I grabbed at the strands of Thorn’s hair while swiveling my hips. Cursing and panting, I climbed higher and higher from the feel of his tongue swirling inside me. The man was seriously good.
A knock came at my door. Not only did I freeze, Thorn did too, which meant his tongue was still buried deep inside me. “Shit.” Minutes ago, it had been appealing that Cheryl was gone to lunch, but now I was silently cursing her break. “What do I
do?” I hissed.
Although he slid his tongue out of me, Thorn’s head remained between my thighs. “Get rid of them.”
“You’re joking.”
He stared up at me defiantly. “I’m not leaving until you come.”
Okay then. After shoving my chair and Thorn farther under my desk, I croaked, “Yes?”
The door swung open and Murray rushed inside. After glancing around the office, he frowned. “I thought Thorn was in here.”
Well, he is, but you see, he’s indisposed at the moment because his face is buried in my pussy.
“He stepped out,” I lied.
“Oh, I wanted to go over the new figures with the two of you.”
“I’m sorry.”
Murray glanced at his watch. “I have a lunch meeting across town in half an hour. Would you mind if I went over them with you really quick?”
Not just no, but fuuuuuuck no! How in the hell could I possibly concentrate on figures when I was strung out from almost orgasming and having a sexy man’s warm breath on my inner thighs? Unable to tell my boss no, I merely nodded.
As Murray took a seat, I waited for Thorn to pull away from me, but he didn’t. Instead, his tongue began to swirl around my clit, which caused me to jump in my chair. Instead of stopping, Thorn continued tonguing me. Raising my leg, I kicked his shin, causing him to grunt in pain. Murray paused and glanced up at me. “Sorry—leg cramp.”
Nodding, he went back to reading from the spreadsheet. If I thought the kick had deterred Thorn, I was wrong. He began flicking my clit with his tongue, which caused me to squirm in my seat. After a few moments passed, he flattened his tongue and began lapping at my center. I bit down on my lip to keep from moaning.
Desperately, I tried focusing on Murray’s face as a way to detach from the pleasurable assault below my waist, but it didn’t help. I just got hotter and wetter with each stroke of Thorn’s tongue. I began to slowly swivel my hips against Thorn’s face while simultaneously fighting not to let my eyes roll back in my head.
When he sucked my clit into his mouth, I whimpered, and Murray once again paused. “Isabel, are you all right? You’re all flushed.”
It took me a moment to find my voice, or at least the voice I wanted to use with Murray. I didn’t want to reply in a pant or with a shriek of pleasure. “No, actually I’m not all right. I don’t feel like myself this morning.” That wasn’t a total lie. My usual self didn’t let my boss go down on me in my office. My usual self had never had a man between my legs creating ecstasy while I listened to facts and figures.
Murray nodded. “I should have realized. You seemed off when I first came in.”
Thorn’s muffled chuckle reverberated against my thighs. I knew he was thinking the same thing I was—I seemed off because I was getting off. Actually, I was almost getting off, and if Murray didn’t leave the room in the next twenty seconds or so, I was going to lose it. I was wired. “I truly am sorry.”
“Look, we don’t have to go over these figures now. We can work on them later.”
Yea, much later—hopefully after Thorn has finished working me over. “Okay. Thanks, Murray.”
He nodded as he rose out of the chair. Once my office door shut, I pushed my chair away from Thorn. As I indignantly glanced down at him, he had the audacity to smile up at me. “I can’t believe you kept going down on me with Murray in here!”
Thorn licked his lips, or I guess I should say licked me off his lips. “Admit it—you got off on the fact that I was eating you out while our boss was sitting there.”
I wrinkled my nose. “Ugh, I hate that term.”
“Eating out?”
“Yes.”
With a wicked grin, Thorn asked, “You don’t like being eaten out?”
“You just had to say it again, didn’t you?”
“You didn’t answer my question about if you like being eaten out.”
I rolled my eyes. “I love the act but hate the term, okay? Not to mention it makes no sense. If anything, you’re eating in when your tongue is inside me.”
“But I’m taking out all the sweetness in your center when I eat you out,” he countered.
“Stop saying that.”
“Isabel, I wanna eat your pussy out. I wanna eat you out until you come, screaming my name and clawing my hair.”
I knew Thorn was getting off on getting me riled up, and I decided it was time to call his bluff. Sliding around in the chair, I brought one leg up and propped it on my desk. Thorn’s eyes flared at the sight of my pussy. “Are you all talk and no action?”
“No, ma’am. I always finish a job,” he replied before he dipped his head.
After being teased for the last few minutes, Thorn barely had to do any work this time before I reaped my reward of a shrieking orgasm. Of course, it was a shrieking orgasm with my arm draped over my mouth so no one outside could hear me. I’d never had any man go down on me with such…zeal. It was as if Thorn wasn’t happy unless I was a writhing mess, completely and utterly sated. Who is this man? And how did I get so lucky as to have him?
As Thorn rose up from the floor, I glanced at his tented pants. “What are you going to do about that?”
His brows shot up. “What am I going to do? It’s more like what’s your pussy going to do.”
“My pussy and not my mouth?”
He grinned. “I’ll take either one as long as I come.”
“Is it selfish of me to want you deep inside me instead of my mouth?”
“Even though you give amazing head, I can’t imagine anything better.”
“What about a condom?”
“Please, I’m a businessman—I’m always prepared.”
As Thorn fished a condom out of his wallet, I jerked my head at the door. “Go lock it—I don’t want a repeat of Murray.” After he locked the door, Thorn began to unbutton and unzip his pants. “How do you want me?” I asked in a hoarse voice.
“Bend over the desk,” he commanded.
Heat shot straight through my core. On shaky legs, I stood up. With my skirt already up over my hips, I placed both of my palms flat on the top of the desk before I leaned over.
Thorn groaned. “Do you know how many fucking fantasies I’ve had with you just like this?”
“Maybe as many as I have.”
He smacked one of my ass cheeks before running his hand over it. “God, you have the most amazing ass.” As he slid a hand between my legs, he paused at my anus. His fingers circled my hole, causing me to shiver. “Maybe one day you’ll let me go here?”
“Maybe.”
“Really? I didn’t take you for the ass play type of woman.”
I laughed. “Is that some kind of dig about me being uptight?”
Thorn grinned. “No, I just thought you were too ladylike or something.”
“Even ladies like it kinky from time to time.”
“Mm, I like to hear that.”
The next thing I knew his cock was pushing against my vagina. Gripping the desk, I said, “Take me hard, Thorn.”
He obliged me by slamming himself inside me. We both groaned, and he waited a moment before pulling out and then plunging hard again. Our pants and rushed breaths filled the room, and God, it felt so good. He felt so good. We fit together perfectly.
I wasn’t used to experiencing two orgasms by noon, but apparently, it was my new reality with Thorn. After I came, he did a few more feverish pumps before burying his face in my neck and coming with a muffled shout. When he pulled out of me, I lay with my cheek against the desk, completely satiated.
Thorn kissed the back of my head. “Are you okay?”
“Oh yeah. I’m A-OK,” I mused as I raised my head to look at him.
He laughed. “I’m glad to hear it.”
“I’m sure I look a mess.”
“You’re always beautiful to me.”
I pulled myself up onto my feet. “You always know just what to say.” Although, with the way he looked at me, I actually felt beautiful.
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“It’s not a line—I really mean it.”
“I know, and that’s what makes it even better.” I cupped his face. “You’re always sincere.” I leaned in and kissed him. When I pulled back, I smiled. “Thank you for the two orgasms before noon.”
“You’re very welcome. I’m pretty sure I can deliver those every day.”
With a laugh, I replied, “That’s awfully tempting.”
“But the spontaneity is part of the allure?”
“Yeah, pretty much.”
“How about after we get cleaned up, we grab a sandwich from the food truck.”
“Sex and sandwiches—a winning combination,” I mused.
Thorn rewarded my sassy comment by smacking one of my ass cheeks—because he wanted to, because he could, because he knew me well enough to know I’d love it. He was a man very comfortable with power and authority, yet I knew I’d never fear him or feel anything but respect for him. His touch, his affection, his focus…I wanted it all, especially when he smacked me one more time for good measure.
It was at that very ridiculous moment that I realized I loved him.
Chapter Thirty: Isabel
The week following my office sexathon with Thorn flew by in a blur. After initially having trouble getting my head back into my work, I decided it was probably a good idea if I set some parameters about how we interacted at work, i.e. no more midday quickies—well, actually, no naughty trysts period during work hours, no matter the time. Trust me, it was hard not to jump Thorn every five minutes, but I found the sex was even more explosive after a day of abstaining with a constant state of foreplay made up of longing looks and brushes against each other.
Our days were spent together in the office, and our nights were spent at one of our apartments. For two people who had gone without sex for a while, we were certainly making up for lost time, but it wasn’t just the sex—I was falling harder and faster for Thorn every moment. It was the small things he did that made me adore him, like the way he would absently run his fingers over my hand while we watched a movie, or how one morning he brought me back coffee and breakfast from my favorite little diner. My apartment was starting to resemble a florist’s shop with all the flowers he sent me.