I look over at Jamie and she’s smiling. “We’ll be there.”
“Okay, boss man, what do we need to do?” Jamie asks me.
“Nothing, Liv has it all covered. She ordered, balanced the books, so really we don’t need to be here all night.”
“Yeah, but I kind of want to,” she confesses. “It’s another piece of you I get to see. Michael Wallace, the bar owner. I want to see you in boss mode.”
“Really? Why’s that?”
“It’s hot,” she says, green eyes shining.
“Hot, you say?”
“Yep.”
I stand from my chair where we’re sitting in my office. The night’s been going smooth, normal for a Wednesday night. Then again, I’ve been back here most of the night. I told the staff not to bother us unless they absolutely have to. I walk to the door, closing it and flipping the lock, then make my way back to where she’s sitting on the corner of my desk. Her legs fall open and I step between her thighs. “I can make it hotter,” I say, kissing her neck.
“Prove it,” she taunts.
I can feel her pulse in her neck as I trace it with my tongue, tasting her. Running my hands underneath her tank top, I push up until I reach her neck. She grabs it and pulls it over her head. Reaching behind her, I deftly unhook her bra and let it fall to my desk. “You’re so fucking gorgeous.” I capture a pert nipple between my lips and suck hard, her head falling back as she moans.
“Like I said, hot,” she murmurs when I switch sides, her hands buried in my hair.
Tugging on the neck of my shirt, I pull it over my head. “Shorts off, darlin,’” I grit out. I’ve fought being with her for months and now that I’ve had her, I want her even more. I never would’ve thought that would’ve been possible. Taking a step back, I give her room to stand and discard her shorts. I grab my wallet and retrieve a condom before dropping it to my desk and kicking out of my shorts and boxer briefs.
“Now what, boss?” she asks, batting pretty green eyes up at me.
“On the desk,” I say, dropping to my knees. “Open.” With a hand on each knee, I pull her legs apart and take her in. I can see how much she’s enjoying this. With my index finger, I trace her swollen lips, her desire coating my finger. Not able to wait a second longer, I lean in and taste her.
“Shit,” she hisses. I hear her hands slap the desk and I know she’s holding on. Good. She’s going to need to for what I have planned.
I bury my face between her legs and feast on her. “Mike.” My name is a plea from her lips. Her legs clamp around my neck and she lifts her hips. I add a finger, needing to finish this. I need to be inside of her. Now.
“Yes, there, don’t—”
“Mmm,” I moan and the vibration sends her over the edge. As soon as her legs drop, I grab the condom, sheath myself and slide home. She’s tight and her muscles are still contracting from her orgasm, squeezing the hell out of my cock.
“Again,” I say, pushing in and out of her. I need her to come again.
“I can’t. Mike, it’s too much,” she complains, her nails digging into my shoulders.
I pick her up and her legs wrap around my waist. I begin to lift her up and down until she catches on to the rhythm and I only have to hold onto her, hold on for the ride. I feel her start to tighten and I brace my legs apart, slamming her down on my cock.
“Unhhh!” she screams, unable to form words.
I grip her ass and lift her, pressing my lips to hers as we swallow each other’s moans. Pulling away from the kiss, she buries her face in my neck. I remove my hands from her waist and wrap them around her, holding her tight, my cock still buried inside of her.
“What was that?” she mumbles.
“That was us, Jamie.”
Her lips connect with my neck and her legs loosen around my waist. Reluctantly I lift her off me and set her on her feet, keeping my arms around her until she gains her balance. “My legs are shaking,” she chuckles.
“Did that fulfill your fantasy?”
“Not a fantasy, but it was… hot.” She grins.
“Funny girl. Get dressed.”