Fall From Grace

When I am within arm’s length of him, he pulls me into him, his mouth slamming against mine so hard I nearly fall back from the impact. But his arms wrap around me, pulling me against him.

“You’re a cocktease.”

“Maybe because I was waiting for you to do this.”

“Kiss you?”

“Own me.”

“Fuck,” he growls against my mouth and I feel every hard inch of him against my stomach.

“Don’t you have a call?” I ask, trying to pull away.

“I do.”

I smirk at him and push him into his chair. “Good thing it’s just a call then.”

He raises a brow at me just as his phone rings. He picks it up and answers and I fall to my knees, crawling back to slip under his desk.

He bites his lip as he stares down at me. Then pulls his chair forward.

My hands fly to his pants and I pull his stiff length out while he talks to someone about a hearing next week. His cock is thick, just like I remember it and I am dying to taste him. I’ve been craving him for a month. And every single day one of us is teasing the other and I’ve nearly lost it.

I run my thumb along the side of him and then across the slit. I glance up at him and see fire in his eyes. The muscles in his throat straining as he speaks into the phone, need dripping in his words that I wonder if the person on the other line can hear it, what he’s yearning for.

I flick my tongue out and circle around the head of his dick, my eyes never leaving his. His eyes bulge and his hand flies into my hair as he rolls his chair closer to me, forcing me to swallow him down with the movement. I nearly choke but manage to pull my head back enough. I take my time working him, hollowing my cheeks, pulling him in deep, lapping my tongue up and down the thick veins.

His hand tightens in my hair every now and then and I can tell he is getting close. I can feel the strain in his quad that my hand rests on. His hips pump slightly into my mouth and I wish I could look up at him. See his face. But I am too far under the desk.

The slamming of his phone makes me jump, his dick falling from my mouth and my head hitting the bottom of his desk.

“Fucking hell,” he growls.

He slides his chair back, pulling me with him. When I am a few inches out from under the desk, I look up at him. His neck even more strained than before, his eyes glazed over in lust. I smirk as I look up at him and then grab his cock and swallow him deep. Deep enough I choke. But he doesn’t let up, both hands are now in my hair as he thrusts his hips up into my mouth.

“You are a dirty girl, Grace.” His words on an uneven breath. “Thinking you can try and make me come while I am on the phone with a judge.” He thrusts his hips hard into my mouth, his cock nearly halfway down my throat. “You are going to pay for that. And don’t think I won’t fuck you while—”

A knock on the door stops his words but not his thrusts. I freeze, my lips still wrapped around him. Then the door opens and the sound of my brother’s voice has me scurrying under Carson’s desk so fast.

Carson slides his chair under the desk, forcing me into an awkward position as my feet smash against the back of the desk.

I wipe my hand against my mouth and then hold it there to cover my breathing. My face is in his lap and his dick isn’t going flaccid, if anything, it’s getting even harder.

“I came to check on the Johnson case. Do you have the file?”

One of his hands slips under the desk and finds my chin, prying my hand from my mouth.

“I think Grace was working on it.” His voice normal, like I’m not crammed under his desk, breathing on his dick.

The sound of Owen’s footsteps walking closer to the desk has me on edge.

“Where is she?”

Carson’s hand wraps around the back of my neck, forcing my head closer to his dick. I try to turn my head but his other hand sneaks under the desk and grips my jaw, forcing him into my mouth. The hand that grabbed my jaw disappears and I can hear him tapping a pen on the desk with it.

“She went to get coffee.” Only the slightest bit of strain in his voice as he holds the back of my head so I can’t take my mouth off his cock.

Owen curses. “She didn’t even ask if I wanted some.”