“Mhmm.” I nodded, tracing the stubble on his jaw with my fingertips.
“Could take a year,” he observed.
“Yeah, I know.”
“You’re staying home for a year?”
“Yeah, I’m thinking about taking a break from traveling and staying home for a while. What’s wrong with that?” I wanted to know.
“Nothing, baby.” He opened and closed his mouth a few times before his smile took over his face. “This day keeps getting better,” he murmured, holding tight to my forearm as he kissed my wrist and palm.
With or without the project, the thought of staying home had been floating in my head for a while. I wasn’t stayingforRico, but I couldn’t lie and say seeing him so happy didn’t make the decision easier.
“You can have the design,” he whispered, kissing my neck. His other hand tugged at the snug material of my dress. “Why you got on real clothes?”
Snickering at his aggravation, I shifted on his lap. “Because we’re going out to celebrate your birthday. I came in here to get you,” I reminded him, my words fading into a moan when his lips found the shell of my ear.
“Yeah?”
“Mmm—”
Rico stood with me still in his grasp before setting me on my feet at the edge of his desk.
My heart quickened at the weighted silence of each passing second.
He said nothing, but the soft sound of his shorts unbuckling told me enough.
The swoosh they made when they hit the floor gave my pussy a new pulse.
And the strong hand at the center of my back made me submit.
“Bend over, baby.” His voice was so quiet but so authoritative. And I folded. Without question.
Until the side of my face was pressed against the glass surface of his desk and my legs were spread with one thing in mind.
The air in his office cooled the back of my thighs as he eased my dress up and tugged my panties to the side.
He nudged my entrance with his tip, teasing me and spreading my arousal all over him until I tried to push back on him.
I spent an hour blow drying my hair in sections, and another hour on my makeup. And right now, I couldn’t be bothered to care how I looked once he was done with me.
“I’m gonna fuck this pussy,” he promised, entering me in one deliciously painful thrust. “Then we’re going to dinner because I want everybody to see how fucking lucky I am.”
He pulled out and pumped into me so hard a muffled cry coated my throat.
Rico kept his hand on my back, holding me down and fucking me hard.
I came with an embarrassing quickness, gasping and quivering around the thickness of his dick. But he didn’t stop. His hips jerked with another deep thrust and pulled another whimper from me.
Grabbing my hand, he laced our fingers on top of his desk and rocked into me slowly, his pace giving me time to memorize every vein along his length and count each inch as it disappeared inside of me.
He bent down, trapping my earlobe between his teeth and promised hoarsely, “I’m not done with you yet.”
Through all my whimpering and incoherence, I said, “I never want you to be done with me.”
An hour later,I was in new clothes, standing in the kitchen with Soul and Christian. My hair and makeup had been salvageable, but the wet spot on the back of my dress was a different story.
Christian checked his phone for the fourth time in five minutes. “This is why I told y’all the wrong time. We still ahead of schedule by thirty minutes.”
