I fucking love the playfulness. “It depends on how you’ll be paying.”
“With this.” Her fingers run over her bottom lip. “I can give you a deposit now.”
I’ve never been sucked off at the office before.
Her eyes are glued to my hands as I undo my belt before I unbutton my pants and lower the zipper. “Lock the door and get on your knees.”
She handles that with deft ease, kicking off her heels and lowering herself to the floor in front of me.
Her hand dives in my
pants. When she wraps her fingers around my already erect penis I groan.
“You’re going to love this,” she purrs.
Fuck.
I lean both hands back on the desk and watch as Bella tugs my boxer briefs down and circles the head of my cock with her sinfully red lips.
Chapter 44
Bella
My hand is wrapped around the root of his thick cock. My tongue is slowly driving Barrett crazy.
Every curse word in English has left his lips and a few in a language I don’t recognize.
I know he’s getting close. I can sense it in the way his hands are clawing at my hair. The bun I worked so hard on this morning was torn apart by his fingers as he set the pace.
“Jesus, Bella. I’m going to come.”
A loud knock behind me sets me back on my heels.
His dick bobs in front of me. Swollen and stiff, it’s wet from my eager mouth. I gaze up into his face. It’s twisted in a combination of frustration and anger.
He grips the back of my head, pushing me closer to his cock. “Don’t stop. They’ll go away.”
Before I can take him in my mouth again, another series of raps sounds through his office.
“For fuck’s sake.” He closes his eyes. “Go away.”
He doesn’t say it loud enough for anyone but me to hear it.
“Barrett?” A man’s voice charges through the air just as the locked doorknob rattles. “Open this door. I need to see you now.”
Darting up to my feet, I stare into his face. “Who is that?”
I know it’s not Ivan. I’d recognize his voice anywhere. It can’t be someone who works here because women outnumber men by at least five times at Garent, and I know every male voice with my eyes closed.
“It’s your father.” The man on the other side of the door unknowingly answers my question. “We need to talk now. Let me in.”
“Oh my God.” I whip around to grab my shoes. “Your dad is here.”
Barrett grabs hold of my bicep, spinning me so I’m facing him. He plants a soft, wet kiss on my mouth. “We’re not teenagers, Isabella. No one is getting in trouble for what we were just doing.”
I glance down at his cock. “Put that away.”
He laughs loud enough for his dad to hear him.