Never Say Never (The Ladies Who Brunch 1)

“Fuck, that was hot. You squirted, Charlotte.”

“What?” I lean up on my elbows and forearms, noticing the pool of liquid beneath me. “Oh my God.” Clenching my thighs together, I instantly feel mortified.

“Don’t be embarrassed, babe. That is so fucking sexy. And especially because I know that I did that to you.” Damien’s face shows nothing but lust and pride across his features as he reaches for some tissue and cleans up the mess between my legs after he pries them back open. He then grabs a few more and wipes me clean before sliding my underwear back up my legs and helping me stand from my desk.

On wobbly legs, I look up at him and then kiss him with appreciation and something else—something I don’t think I want to admit just yet.

Never in a million years did I think I’d be kissing Damien Shaw, let alone letting the man stick a finger in my ass and eat me out on my desk—but here I am.

I feel alive though, like I’ve stepped through a door that exposed something I’ve been missing with other men, something that my past relationships never developed into or were lacking—an element of need.

Dropping to my knees, I reach for the buckle on his pants, and then Damien sucks in a breath.

“Charlotte, what are you doing?”

“Returning the favor.”

“You don’t have to…”

“I want to, Damien,” I say as I release the clasp on his belt, undo the button, and pull down his zipper.

“I’m not going to last, Charlotte. I barely held back just doing that to you.”

“I don’t care.” I’m zealous as I pull his boxer briefs down and expose his cock to me. And holy shit, what a cock it is. “Damien,” I gasp.

“What Char?”

“You’re…big.”

“Bigger than most, babe. But not gigantic.”

I reach up and stroke him, noticing pre-cum dripping from his tip. “Bigger than any I’ve had.”

“Fuck, that’s making me harder, Charlotte.”

I look up at him, finding his eyes locked on me, and while he’s watching, I run my tongue along the underside of his length before taking the tip of him in my mouth.

“Jesus, I’m going to come.” Damien looks like he’s in pain watching me suck him back as far as I can, licking around his head, before repeating the process. “Seriously, Charlotte. This is going to be embarrassing.”

“I don’t care. Come down my throat,” I say, shocking even myself, but I’m already growing wet again as I work him over with my mouth.

I feel Damien’s hand move to the back of my head as he gently urges me forward and then I feel the first hot spurt of his come on my tongue.

I’ve never swallowed during a blowjob before, so I’m not sure what to expect, but for Damien, I will take every last drop. The man came into my office with the intent to please me, so I’m going to do the same for him. Even more than that, I want to.

“Fuck. God. Shit.” Damien curses and gasps as he spills his orgasm into my mouth and I wait until he’s done before releasing him and then swallowing it all down.

Okay, that wasn’t too bad.

“Jesus Christ,” he exhales before falling back into my chair while I’m still on my knees. I take that moment to admire how undone he looks and the small patch of trimmed pubic hair around his cock. Fuck, why is that so sexy? “You sucked the life out of me, woman.”

“Well, you made my legs feel like jelly, so I think we’re even.”

“Nope.” He shakes his head. “I gave you two orgasms, so I win.” Standing from the chair, he tucks himself back into his slacks and then helps me off the floor. “Fuck, this was the best idea ever,” he mumbles before pressing his lips to mine, kissing me with much more sincerity than the carnal moments we just shared.

“Not a bad break in the day at all.”

“Shit.” He glances down at his wristwatch. “I gotta go. That took longer than I thought.”

“Wait. What was your question?”

He smiles and then reaches up with both hands and cups the sides of my face. “Will you go to dinner with me on Friday?”

And I can’t help but smile. “Okay. You do owe me food anyway.”

“That I do. I’ll pick you up at six.”

“Sounds good. And thank you…”

“For?”

“The orgasms,” I say, feeling the blush of my cheeks come to life.

“The pleasure was mine, Char.” With a kiss on the tip of my nose, he turns for the door, unlocks it, and then winks at me over his shoulder before leaving.

“Sweet Jesus,” I whisper, falling back into my chair, closing my eyes, and reliving the past twenty minutes.

“I am so jealous right now,” Helen says, alerting me to her standing in the door of my office.

“Oh, God.” I bury my head in my hands, giggling behind them with embarrassment. “I’m sorry if I was loud.”

“Oh, I had my earbuds in, but by the way that man was smiling when he left, I’m guessing your visit went well?”

Biting on my lip, I nod. “Um, you could say that.”

Helen does a little shimmy and then starts to walk away. “Enjoy those moments, Char. Those are the ones you look back on later in life and know you truly were living—spontaneously and in the moment.”

“Yeah,” I simply reply, knowing that there aren’t many others I can remember that made me feel that good. And maybe that’s something I should keep in mind.

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