Managed (VIP 2)

There’s a strangled note of lust in her voice that kicks my own into overdrive. I don’t look up from the contract. “As one does when one needs reading glasses.”

“Smart ass. I’ve seen you read plenty of times, and you’ve never worn glasses.”

“I have contacts. But my eyes are irritable today.”

I suspect this has something to do with going down on Sophie in the pool this morning. It had been an experiment of sorts, figuring out just how long I could hold my breath. We laughed and applied ourselves to the task with much enthusiasm.

“You should always wear your glasses while reading,” she says, heading my way. “And I mean always.”

Did I know Sophie would react favorably to my reading glasses? No. But by the wide-eyed, slightly dreamy look in her eyes, I’m fairly confident she appreciates them. I’m man enough to admit I want to entice her.

She sits on the bed, and her warm thigh rests next to mine. My body goes on alert, but I don’t let it show. Not yet. That’s not how our game is played.

God help me if I no longer had Sophie to play with. It is one of the best parts of my day.

“You know,” she says, trailing a finger along my kneecap, “there’s this Tumblr. Hot guys with glasses…”

“Don’t even think about taking a picture.” I pretend to ignore the way her touch sends a ripple of lust straight to my cock. A lost cause. And I know she sees my growing interest. Her path heads upward.

“What about hot guys reading? They even made a book. You’re definitely cover material.”

I glare at her over my glasses. She’s giving me that saucy look, her head tilted just so, those ripe lips pursed. A band of hot greed tightens low around my gut and gives a swift tug. My cock rises hard and fast.

Sophie licks her lower lip, never breaking eye contact with me. “You’re not playing fair, sunshine.” Her voice goes husky. “I can’t take that silent reprimand, combined with those glasses. You’ll have me combusting over here.”

“Hmmm.” I turn my gaze back to the contract, as if I’m not tight as a fucking drum. The reward will be much greater if I make her work for it. “I fail to see how this is my problem.”

“Oh, no?” The bed creaks as she crawls closer.

My cock throbs in time to my heartbeat and pushes uncomfortably against my pants.

“You’re the one affected,” I tell her. “Best you do something about it.”

Her low chuckle ripples over my skin. The silk of her hair tickles my chest as she eases under the papers I’m holding. Yes, love, step into my parlor.

“And this massive hard-on is over what…” She glances at the contract in my hand. “Licensing percentages?”

“I have a thing for details,” I murmur, my breath catching as she places a light kiss on the center of my chest.

“Well…” She kisses me again. “Don’t let me keep you.”

I pretend to read while she slowly, thoroughly kisses her way across my chest. Each lingering press of her lips upon my skin undoes me a little more. The tenderness mixed with heat, as though she’s both worshiping and reveling in me, makes my heart clench and my cock throb.

Her tongue flicks over my nipple, and my hand shakes, my breath stuttering.

“God, you’re so hot this way,” she says. Her teeth catch the tip of my nipple and tugs.

I grunt, liquid heat licking up my thighs. The contract falls to the bed, my head hits the wall with a dull thud.

Farther down she goes, following the valley between my abs. “So. Fucking. Sexy.” Each word punctuated with a kiss. “I want you to fuck me while wearing those glasses, Gabriel.”

This woman will kill me.

I swallow hard, search for my voice. “If you’re a good girl, perhaps I shall.”

I don’t miss the way her peachy arse clenches. Something primitive and base flows through me. My voice roughens.

“Take my cock out. You’re going to suck it.”

A little sound rises in her throat, and I know I’m getting to her, which gets to me. My skin is so hot, I can barely breathe.

Sophie’s hands trace the edge of my boxer briefs, a sly tease. My cock pushes rudely against the fabric, and she lifts the elastic away from my waist. The throbbing tip catches on the band of my pants. She frees me, and I’m so hard, my prick slaps against my abdomen.

“Love that sound,” she whispers.

Good. It’s only for you. “Take me in hand.”

Her warm fingers wrap around me and squeeze. My eyes nearly roll back in my head. I swallow a groan, my hips lifting up to meet her.

“Softer,” I pant.

“Softer?” She kisses my chest again as her grip eases.

I nearly weep it’s so good. “Make me beg for it.”

Her lashes flutter, a breath leaving her parted lips. The tips of her fingers glide down my length, teasing.