Page 18 of One Little Favor
“Tom ...”
My dick literally aches at the sound of my name coming in a panted breath from between those sweet lips, and I pump my hips against her ass. I slip two fingers inside her and she clamps her muscles around me, groaning again, and the sound of her arousal fills the empty office. With my palm pressed against that bundle of nerves and my fingers stroking her from the inside, her breaths turn to a hissed mantra ofyes, yes, yes!
“Good girl,” I whisper into her ear. “Come all over my fingers.”
That demand seems to set her off because her orgasm rolls through her, her pussy gripping my fingers with such force I almost come all over her ass with how hot this whole experience is. Thankfully, I’m able to focus on her—the way her back arches and her nipples point up toward the doorframe, the tight line of her jaw as she clenches her teeth together, the ragged breath that escapes her lips—instead of embarrassing myself.
When she finishes, it’s like she’s so rung out she’s a rag doll, hardly capable of standing. She turns and wraps her arms around my shoulders, and I’m pretty sure I’m what’s holding her up. I kiss the bridge of her nose and those big eyes look up at me, so trusting, before she grips my hips and sinks to her knees before me.
I know the surprise flares in my eyes because her lips curl up on one side in response. And the look of her there at my feet—face flushed, hair a little wild, and the cups of her bra pulled under her tits so they’re pushed up and bare—she’s a fucking goddess and I’m not sure I deserve her, but I’m taking her and keeping her, anyway.
I lean forward, my hands resting on the door above where she kneels, as she works my boxer briefs down over my hips. When my cock springs free, she wraps her fingers around it, and her eyes have a predatory gleam. She licks her lips as she looks up at me, then gives me a victorious smile, as if she’s been wanting me in her mouth all along.
“I’m looking forward to fucking that smile right off your face,” I tell her as I roll my hips back and then surge forward, forcing her hand to slide along my cock and giving me at least a little of the friction I need. It also puts me within an inch of those sultry lips, and I find myself holding my breath as she opens her mouth and her warm breath glides across me where I throb in her hand.
The knock on the door is so forceful that it reverberates against my hands where they rest above Avery. My eyes are already locked on Avery’s and I watch hers widen in horror. Her mouth hangs open, but for a different reason than a moment ago.
I close my eyes and bite the inside of my cheek in frustration. “Yes?” I call out.
“Uh ... I’m here to clean the office.” The voice is barely audible through the door.
“The office is being painted this weekend. No cleaning until Monday.” As I look back down at Avery, on her knees in front of me, I hope the woman on the other side doesn’t wonder why I’m not opening the door. There isn’t a fucking chance in hell that’s happening. Not with my pants around my thighs and my dick in Avery’s hand.
“Okay,” she calls out. I can’t hear whether she walks away or not because our doors are pretty soundproof. I pray that’s true even when I’m standing against the door, telling Avery I’m going to fuck that smile right off her face. Because I donotneed that information going around.
The momentary interruption and the realization that someone would have walked in on us if I wasn’t standing at the door is like a bucket of ice water being thrown on me.
“Avery.” Her name is a plea rolling off my lips. I hold my hand out to her, and as she takes it, I tug her up so she’s standing in front of me. “We have to stop.”
I see the disappointment in her eyes, even though her face barely moves. “Why?”
“That could have gone very differently if I wasn’t leaning against that door. We can’t do this here. You can’t take this risk.”
I see the realization dawn on her face. I’m a partner. It’s unlikely anything major would happen to me unless this somehow brought bad publicity to the firm. But Avery? In everyone’s eyes but mine, she’s fully dispensable.
She drops her forehead to rest against my chest, so I dip my head until my lips are right at her ear. “I’m trying to protect you,”
“I know,” she says quietly.
I kiss the top of her head. “Tonight.”
“Tonight what?”
“Tonight after dinner, you stay with me or I’ll stay at your place. I don’t care which, I just want to be with you.”
She wraps her arms around my waist, pressing our bodies together, and as my arms wrap around her, I realize she’s the first person I’ve ever wanted to be close to for the sake of being close.
Her body shakes with a nearly silent laugh and a low “Really?” as my cock throbs against her bare stomach.
“What did you think was going to happen when you rubbed up against me like that?”
“It’s called a hug, Tom. You’ve had one of these before, right?”
Her sarcasm legit makes me like her that much more. “Yeah, but not normally with my bare dick up against someone’s skin like this. In fact,” I say as I put my hands on her shoulders and force her back, “I need you to step away from me. I only have so much self-control, and it’s taking all of it not to fuck you right this very instant.”
Her eyes flutter shut, and a smile curves her lips. “What aboutmyself-control?”
“What about it?”
