Like a Boss - Annabelle Costa Page 0,43
oral sex. At least, not unless they end up paralyzed.
A girlfriend once told me that you can tell how skilled a guy is at oral sex by how much he moves his tongue. Guys who don’t know what they’re doing move their tongue everywhere because it’s the only thing they can think to do. Luke, on the other hand, is barely moving his tongue at all. Maybe just a millimeter or two. But he’s applying a warm, gentle pressure, and each tiny move sets off firecrackers. After only a few minutes, my abdomen is drenched in sweat, and as much as I want to hold off, as much as I want to make this last forever, I explode in orgasm, squeezing his shoulder with my right hand and his hair with my left, biting my lip to keep from screaming.
I’ve climaxed three times before Luke lifts his head to look at my face. His lips are glistening and I think I’m in love.
“Good?” he asks.
“Oh God,” I breathe. “I almost blacked out.”
Luke smiles, obviously pleased with himself. I don’t climax that easily—I’m not frigid or anything, but I very rarely have orgasms during sex. And masturbating… well, that just seems weird to me. I mean, I don’t find myself sexy, so why would I masturbate? So it’s nothing short of amazing that Luke got me to climax three times. It’s hard to believe a man capable of that is still single. Lucky me.
I prop myself up on my elbows, unable to quite sit up all the way yet. “So,” I say, “can I do something for you now?”
“Nah.” Luke tugs on his tie to tighten it. “I’m good.”
As much as I would love to pleasure him, there’s something incredibly sexy about him doing that for me and not expecting anything in return—unlike every other man I’ve been with.
I struggle to my feet and button up my blouse with shaking fingers. Luke is back at his desk and working on his computer. It occurs to me that I came here for “lunch,” yet neither of us has actually eaten anything. Well, I guess Luke sort of ate something.
“Are you hungry?” I ask him.
He gives me a surprised look. “Hungry?”
“Well, it’s lunchtime.”
“Oh.” Luke smiles apologetically. “I’ll be honest with you, Ellie. I usually just have Michelle order something for me to eat while I work.”
“But for the last few weeks, we’ve been getting lunch…”
“True,” he admits. “But that’s only because I wanted an excuse to spend time with you. To be honest, I didn’t need to be in this office at all.” He winks at me then wheels over closer to me. He picks up my hand and holds it in his. Best he can, at least, with his weak grip. “Look, I’m really busy right now and I’ve got to get back to work, but why don’t we have dinner tonight? I can pick you up.”
“Um, okay,” I agree.
“Oh, crap,” Luke says. “I just remembered, I’ve got a meeting tonight. Tomorrow?”
“You’re a busy guy, huh?” I say.
Luke laughs and runs his hands over my ass. “You knew that about me, didn’t you?”
“So what if I said that I desperately wanted to see you tonight?”
“Well,” he says thoughtfully. “I guess I’d blow off my multi-million-dollar deal and hang out with you.”
“Liar.”
He kisses my breast through my shirt and smiles up at me. “Tomorrow night?”
I nod.
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My incredible high lasts about two minutes, until I get out of the elevator at my floor and find Nathan standing there, waiting for the elevator. I step outside, my shoulders thrown back, trying not to look guilty. But I’m disturbed by the fact that Nathan doesn’t get in the elevator. He’s just staring at me.
“Ellie,” he says.
I avoid his eyes. “Uh-huh.”
“You missed a button,” he says.
My hands instantly fly to my blouse. Shit! He’s absolutely right. I somehow skipped a button. And I saw Nathan earlier this morning, so I can’t pass this off as something I did in the morning and have been just walking around like this all day.
“I’m surprised at you, Ellie,” he says. “I wouldn’t think you’d stoop that low.”
“It’s not like that,” I mumble.
“Oh, really?” Nathan says. “So I guess you’re fucking the guy because you’re in love with him?” He snorts. “Very believable.”
My face burns. Why is it so hard to believe I could genuinely like Luke?
“Well, I suppose you’re safe from the first round of layoffs,” Nathan says.
“What round of layoffs?”
He raises an eyebrow. “You don’t know? The typical Thayer