He cocked his head. “For what?”
“For canceling.”
“You don’t have to apologize for that.”
“I do, though,” she insisted. “Because I didn’t want to cancel.”
“Elle, you don’t have to say you’re sorry. I don’t expect an apology. I don’t expect anything.”
Maybe he didn’t. Maybe she’d trained him to expect nothing from her because she felt like she had nothing to give.
And while she couldn’t give him the full truth, she could offer him her truth. So she marched to the door and shut it, giving them complete privacy, and returned to him, sitting on the edge of the coffee table.
“I know you don’t expect anything, but I just left you hanging, and that’s not fair, no matter what this is,” she said, gesturing from him to her. “I just had a lot of stuff on my mind, and I kind of freaked out, and that’s why I was out of touch.” He parted his lips to say something, and she kept going in a rush. “But right now, I only have one thing on my mind.”
He raised an eyebrow, this time inviting her to say more.
She reached for his right wrist, tracing the infinity symbol, forcing away the thoughts that threatened to touch down in her head—he’d gotten this ink to symbolize the connection between him and his siblings. The four of them. But there were more. Except this Elle didn’t know that. This Elle was the one having the affair with Colin Sloan.
She stroked the lines on his wrist. He hissed in a breath as she made contact with his skin. She raised her chin and met his eyes. “You look so fucking hot,” she said in a whisper.
“So do you,” he said, his eyes blazing.
She glanced at her attire—a summery skirt and a sleeveless top. Hardly her hottest outfit. She let go of his wrist and leaned closer to him, dropping her hands to his thighs, so strong and firm under her touch.
“I bet I’ll look hotter when I do this,” she said and palmed him through his pants. A burst of sparks ignited in her belly as she stroked his erection, loving that he was already rock hard, that all it took was this momentary closeness, the heat of suggestion, and a few words to ratchet him up. But then, maybe he was just like her. Maybe he’d wanted her from the second he’d laid eyes on her today, too.
In a flash, she unzipped his pants, pushing them open so she could see his newest ink. Her breath caught as she gazed at the Phoenix tattoo on his hip. She ran her thumb over it then lowered her lips to flick her tongue across it. She raised her face. “Does your door lock automatically?”
He shook his head. “But they know not to come in if it’s shut.”
She arched an eyebrow, her unsaid question clear. Have you done this before?
He shook his head. “No. They know because I like to be able to focus at times. And when I need to focus—ah, fuck. Could you just lock it so we can get to the good part?”
She laughed and practically vaulted over the chair and table to flip the latch on the door. When she turned around, he’d pushed his pants to his knees and was stroking himself. Her mouth watered as he worked his fist slowly up and down the length of his gorgeous shaft.
“Don’t do that,” she said as she stared at him, so turned on by the sight of the man’s hand wrapped around his hard-on. “I want it all. I want all of you in my mouth. All to myself.”
“You can have all of my dick anytime you want,” he said, and in seconds she was on her knees, licking the head. They groaned at the same time, their sounds making it clear how much they both wanted this. She glanced up at him as he watched her draw his cock into her mouth.
“I definitely accept your apology now,” he said with a light laugh then threaded his fingers into her hair, pushing it all over to one side so he had a perfect view of her face.
She flicked her tongue along the hard length of him as she sucked.
“You can cancel on me anytime,” he said.
She grinned even with her mouth full, then her smile vanished as he groaned louder and gripped her hair with both hands. There was no time for smiling or laughing with his cock all the way in her mouth. All she cared about was making him feel good, because he’d only ever made her feel amazing. Beautiful. Craved.
She wanted him to feel the same. She drew him in deep, opening her mouth wide but sucking hard, the way he liked. Friction, lots of friction, and speed. She’d only done this to him once before, in a bathroom at a Japanese restaurant off the Strip one night after they’d finished an appetizer of edamame and were waiting for their sushi. He’d come hard and fast, and she’d loved it. But not as much as she loved it now—on her knees, in his office, with the stunning view of Las Vegas splashed behind them.
“Suck me harder,” he urged in a heated whisper, and she couldn’t resist. She loved that he was vocal and direct. That he told her exactly what he liked. She moved faster, cupping his balls in one hand, playing with them as she licked, sucked, and aimed to steal every last breath from his lungs with a blow job that would blow his mind.
“Ah,” he said on a moan. “Like that. Just like that. I fucking love it when you do that.”
She knew what he meant, so she moved her hands faster across his balls, gently tugging as she showed him how incredibly much she loved his cock. Heat blasted through her like a rocket. She was so goddamn turned on from blowing him. Another pair of panties melted—wetness pooled between her legs, and she ached. Her sex pulsed with need. She could practically come like this. She rocked her pelvis as he fucked her mouth. Her hips moved back and forth because she wanted to be riding him so badly. But she wanted this more—all of him between her lips.
“Yeah, that’s perfect. So fucking deep,” he said as his fingers gripped her skull, and he kept her head firmly in place.
Faster and harder, more frenzied than ever, she sucked his cock, imagining him as king of this town, presiding over partnerships, striking deals and making decisions, but here, for these few moments in his office, she controlled all of this man’s pleasure. With her mouth. With her tongue. With her lips.
With her ravenous appetite for him. With her bottomless desire to touch him, to taste him, to feel him.
He groaned louder, and rocked up into her mouth. A quick, hard thrust. Then another. He was starting to lose control, fucking her mouth harder than he ever had before. She nearly gagged.
But she didn’t, because she needed his pleasure desperately. Had to give it to him. Had to take him deep.
He shuddered, grasped her head as if holding on for life, and grunted. There were no words left to say. Only feelings. Only pleasure. Only release. She swallowed every last drop of him then licked his cock up and down before letting go and meeting his eyes.
“Can I come over tonight?”
* * *
There was only one answer.
Still, he wanted to know something. Pulling her up on his lap, he adjusted her skirt so she straddled him. “You said you kind of freaked out. Why did you freak out?”
She gulped. Pushed her hair—slightly messy from his hands—away from her cheek. She looked him in the eyes. “Because I like you.”
Oh hell. There it was. His heart hitched a ride on a hot-air balloon, sailing away to the sky. He was hopeless with her. “I like you, too,” he said, looping his arms around her and planting a quick kiss on those wickedly talented lips. “Does that scare you?”
“To like you? Or that you like me, too?” she asked.
He smiled. “Both.”
She nodded. “Both scare me.”
“Just be honest with me. That’s all we have, Elle,” he said, cupping her cheek, keeping her gaze on him. “That’s all I ask of you. I respect your boundaries and your wishes. All I want is your truth.”
She closed her eyes. Her face looked pained and she sighed, but when she opened her eyes, she nodded.
“So listen—no strings, no promises, nothing more. But if you cancel, don’t say something came up. Say I have to see my sister, or I’m too tired, or I need to work late, or I don’t want to see you again. Or I met a guy with a bigger cock, and—”