Okay, so we were back to hating each other.
“Don’t you mean ‘fuck me, Tucker?’ I vaguely recall you asking for that the last time we were together, right? Isn’t that what you want from me, Charlie?”
Her hands dropped to her lap, and she glared at me. “No, lucky for you, I found someone else to do that for me.”
My smile faltered, and I tried not to let the panic I felt in my heart show on my face. What if I pushed Charlie to that option with the note I left, and she decided to go after someone else to marry her?
I leaned back, anger pulsing through my body. There was no fucking way I’d let another man marry her. Ever.
“You’re mad at me.”
The heat from her angry stare made me glance her way.
“No, what in the world would make you think that?” She leaned in closer and her body heat nearly made me kiss her. “You’re a dick.”
“Come to my office so we can talk … alone.”
“No.”
I growled. “Charlie, get your sweet ass up now and get into my office before I throw you over my goddamn shoulder and drag you there.”
Her eyes filled with heat, and my cock jumped in my pants.
Shit, did that turn her on? Me telling her what to do?
“Now!” I said, this time with more authority in my voice.
She pushed me to get out of the booth, and when I did, she slipped out and stormed off in the direction of my office.
I couldn’t help the smile that spread over my face. Charlie still wanted me; I could see it in her eyes. I couldn’t help but wonder how long she would play the “I’m mad at you” game before she tried to make another move on me.
Once the door shut, she spun around and threw herself into my arms, causing me to stumble back and hit the door. Her hands were everywhere. My hair, my chest, my dick, back to my hair. The plan I had come up with was to tease her some and then walk away … yeah, that went out the door as Charlie desperately attempted to unbuckle my pants.
“Charlie.” I grunted when her hand found its way to the bulge in my underwear.
“Tucker, I need you to fuck me. Please. I can’t stop thinking about you being inside of me. I want to feel your cum inside me. I want your hands on every inch of my body … now!”
My knees went weak. Fucking hell, this woman drove me insane.
She dropped to her knees and pulled my jeans and underwear down in one quick move. I tried to stop her from doing what I knew she had planned, but it was too late. Her tongue licked from the base of my dick to the top and then she licked the pre-cum off my head.
“Fuuuck!” I groaned.
She smiled, took me inside her mouth, and started sucking while she worked her hand over my shaft. When her other hand came up and played with my balls, I nearly grabbed her head and shoved my dick in deeper.
“Ch-Charlie … oh, fuck. Fuck. Fuck.”
She took me deeper, and I glanced down at her. Her blonde hair was down, but she’d pushed it over her shoulder. Her eyes met mine, and I forced myself not to come. The intensity of this moment was almost too much.
“Stop,” I urged. “Fuck … God, don’t stop!”
Jesus Christ. What was wrong with me? I was telling her to stop and then a second later telling her not to stop. When she took me deeper and hit the back of her throat, I knew I had to stop her.
Reaching down, I pulled her off me. She let go with a loud pop.
“I need to come inside of you. We can save the deep throating for the next time because damn you, woman, you’ve made me wait too long.”
She smiled and I tried like hell to ignore how her smile made me feel.