The things he said made me want to tell him he was perfect. All girls wanted to hear them. He just said them like they were true and came naturally. Which, mixed with his looks and his voice and his muscles, was a lethal combination.
“I was letting you enjoy your pizza,” I said, with a shiver as his large hands ran up my thighs.
“Mmmm, it’s been enjoyed. Now I’m hungry for something else.”
Smiling, I closed my eyes in anticipation of his hands getting to where they were headed. Just when they slipped under the satin of my bottoms, I remembered that it was his turn. I needed to be the one touching him. Not letting him do all the work for me again.
“Wait,” I said. That one word was so very hard to say, because I did not want to stop him from touching me. The orgasm he had given me earlier had been on an epic scale, and I wanted to do that again soon. “It’s my turn,” I said, moving off his lap and running my hand over his jeans-covered thigh until I found what I was looking for. It was already growing hard under my hand. He had been enjoying me in his lap.
“Don’t keep score, baby,” he said, covering my hand with his.
He might not keep score, but I believed in giving what you got, and he deserved the best blow job on the planet.
“I want to touch you,” I told him, as I worked his jeans open and moved to my knees on the floor in front of him. “Tug them down for me.” I didn’t move my gaze from his cock until he finally lifted his hips, jerked his jeans and boxers down, and sprang free. He was fully erect now, and I licked my lips in anticipation. I loved the power I got from this. I only did it if I was incredibly attracted to a man and he had earned it. But tonight I was impatient for it.
“Damn, you look excited about this.” He growled as his hand closed around his length. He moved his hand up and down slowly, as I watched him and he watched me. Even that was sexy. I was beginning to think everything this man did was sexy. I leaned forward on my knees, slipping my hand above where his was. I ran my thumb over the sensitive head of his cock, and his hand stilled and then moved away as he adjusted his hips and leaned back against the sofa cushions. His eyes were on me. I could feel their heat burning through me. I wanted this to be so good for him.
Lifting my gaze, I watched his face as I lowered my mouth until my tongue ran along the spot where my thumb had just been. Then, slowly, I drew the head into my mouth, wrapping my lips around it and gently sucking, while keeping my eyes lifted and directly on him.
He was breathing hard, and his hand slid into my hair, grabbing a large fistful of my thick locks. I eased his length into my mouth until the tip touched the back of my throat, before pulling it out again.
Gannon’s eyes were hooded with pleasure. His hold on my hair tightened as I continued my assault on him, sucking and then stopping to lick up the length teasingly before continuing.
“Fuuuuck,” he groaned, lifting his hips to my mouth with impatience.
I fought back my smile. I wanted to know I was pleasing him, and this told me all I needed to know.
I covered the base with one hand and began working him. I tasted him with pure enjoyment. Each sound he made and each curse he muttered drove me harder to give him more. To make it the best he’d ever had.
“Goddammit, Nan.” He growled and tugged on my hair. “I’m gonna come.” He was trying to pull me off him, but I wasn’t letting him take this from me. I didn’t do this for most men, but I wanted to do it for him. I craved him. Deep down, I wanted to keep him.
“Fuck me.” He panted and cupped the side of my face. “You don’t hafta do that,” he said, just as he lifted his hips to thrust into my mouth. He was lost to the pleasure, and I’d made him do it. All me.
Grabbing his upper thighs, I sucked harder and ran my breasts against him, moaning with him in my mouth. He was close, and all he needed was the visual to set him off.
“Fuck,” he muttered. That was followed by a roar.
I smiled, knowing he’d never forget me.
Major
The alarm I had set on my phone went off at ten a.m. I was ready to see Nan, so getting up wasn’t a problem. I hadn’t slept well. After I had booked a room at the Bellagio, I’d called Nan, but she hadn’t answered. I’d had to talk myself out of going back to that bar and sitting there until that waitress got off work. I’d been there, done that, and honestly, it wasn’t that memorable.
Today Nan was going to see me, and I’d fix this. She’d be back on a plane to Rosemary Beach with me. I would give her the attention she needed, she would trust me, and I’d prove her innocence. Then I’d be done. Job complete.
I texted her before my shower to ask where she wanted to meet, but by the time I was finished, she hadn’t responded yet. I didn’t want to think about her having a late night, since she’d never left her room. Why this bothered me so much I wasn’t sure. It just fucking did.
Cope annoyed me beyond reason. I wasn’t sure I could work for him. Working for Captain had been easy. I liked the guy. He was a hard-ass, but at least he had a heart. Cope was a heartless monster, and Nan was dancing too close to him. I had to fix it.
I got dressed and headed down to find coffee near Nan’s elevator bank in the lobby. Starbucks was the first thing I saw, so I went straight there and got a breakfast muffin and a cake pop to go with my venti bold. I was a little hungry after not eating much last night.
“You don’t listen worth shit.” Cope’s voice came from behind me as I picked up my coffee.
I cursed silently, calling him a million names I wished I could say out loud. “Wasn’t in the mood to fly. Thought I’d gamble before heading home.”
“Bullshit,” he replied. “Go sit down. I’m getting a coffee, and then we’re talking. That stunt you pulled last night could have fucked everything up.”
So he had been with her. He knew I had texted her. Didn’t like that one fucking bit, either, by the sound of it. “I was checking on her.”