“I can’t believe this is the first time I’ve seen you in two months, and we’re going to fight,” I mumble pitifully.
He halts his stride and pulls me into a room off to the side. He leans to be almost sitting on a table while holding my engaged hand in his.
“I’m sorry. You’re right. I’ve missed you so much,” he murmurs while pulling me into his parted legs.
“I missed you too,” I puff.
I give him a small pout, and his eyes dance menacingly while his lips begin playing on mine. I feel the cool and heat exchanging between our breaths, and he pulls back when my hands stray from the safe zones.
“We’ll have to resume this after the meeting,” he strains out while adjusting his pants.
“You don’t want to go into the meeting fully relaxed?” I seduce, and I daringly begin rolling my lips across his neck to make my way to the base of it.
My tongue plays over his collarbone, and he gasps a little when my hand grips his belt to loosen it. He grabs my hand in his and his lips fold over mine while pulling me into his firm erection begging to be set free inside me.
“We can’t,” he grouses with heavy reluctance. “As soon as it’s over, though, you’re mine,” he promises.
“I don’t want to wait that long,” I seduce, and I begin undoing the fragile buttons on my low cut shirt.
His lips find mine again, and he gently pushes me against the table surface while stripping me free of my pants. I can hear the jingling of his belt being undone, and the obnoxious buzzing of his phone.
“Ignore it,” I plead in a desperate whisper, and his lips suction themselves back to mine when he pulls free his erection.
I slide against him, and then there’s a pounding against the fucking door to interrupt the moment I’ve been dying to feel for two months. Two months!
“Captain Mordel?” a voice inquires. “Commander Jude is looking for you and Ms. Crush, Sir. The meeting is about to begin.”
“We’re coming out right now,” Brazen grumbles, and we both reluctantly begin reassembling ourselves.
“Damn it,” he huffs.
Now I’ve been thoroughly teased twice today, and the throbbing is so absurdly painful. I feel tortured by my raging hormones, and this meeting could take hours.
“You should have fucked me the second you got here,” I grouse.
He chuckles a little at my overly frustrated state, and then his lips softly caress mine once more before taking my hand. We head out into the hallway, and he speaks lowly so as not to let prying ears overhear our conversation.
“I wish I had known you were here. I would have fucked you as soon as I arrived,” he seduces, and my throbbing becomes damn near overwhelming.
“Really? We’ve been together for two years, and you pick now to start talking dirty?” I grumble to the sweet full blood.
“I wasn’t aware you liked dirty talk,” he smolders out, and I have chills flowing over my skin.
His perfect body is hiding behind those fragile clothes, and this fucking meeting is the only obstacle obstructing my path to the torrid throes I wish to beseech.
“I like anything that comes out of your mouth,” I sizzle out, and his eyes darken at my seductive taunt.
“I’ll talk dirty to you when I don’t have a room full of people noticing my arousal,” he gripes, and the bulge in his pants his so fucking hard to let go to waste.
“It’s been too long,” I gripe, and he snickers a little more.
He ushers me into the room, and he makes sure to hide his arousal with my body as he keeps one hand around my waist. I inconspicuously brush my rear against his still pulsing center, and he narrows his eyes at me before finding a seat and pulling his affected area to hide under the very long table in this massive conference room.
“I need ice or something,” he grumbles.
“I’ll give you something wet,” I tease, and he shakes his head with blushing cheeks attached.
“I can’t believe you,” he scolds playfully.
