“Get out, get out, get out!” The chant follows the rush of flames lapping at my core.
A chuckle erupts from Landon, buried from view beneath me and the freaking desk.
Realization stains Walt’s cheeks. “Um, okay. Good luck with that.”
He scurries from the room as if his ass has been cracked with a whip.
A sigh deflates the tension flexing my posture. Landon still doesn’t let up, attacking my pulsing bundle with an intensity that could make me black out. I tighten my hold on his hair. “You’re an ass—”
I’m cut off when he hums against my center. A yelp is ripped from me before I can stem the telling sound. I muffle the noise with a palm across my lips. With another harsh tug of suction, I’m sent into the welcoming abyss. White steals my vision for a second as I blast into climax. My limbs lock up as I twitch against this immovable force. Even though I’m already soaring, Landon still eats at me.
When I sag into the chair, the filthy man on his knees finally lets up. His mouth is glossy from me and the sight does stupid things to my resolve at staying angry.
My exhales are breathy puffs as I prepare to scold him. “You did that on purpose.”
“There’s no proving that.”
“Liar.”
“Should I make it up to you?” He blows a steamy exhale across my exposed center.
“That’s not necessary.” I attempt to snap my legs shut, but he’s blocking the way. It probably doesn’t help that my muscles resemble the consistency of a jelly puddle. “You’ve already done plenty. I’m not sure if I’ll survive another.”
“Do you want a new confession from me?” He’s still worshiping at my throne, making no move to retreat.
I sprawl in a lazy heap without concern for decorum. Let the man have his fill. “Sure, why not.”
It’s not like I’m going anywhere.
“Listening to you argue is arousing as fuck, but hearing you shatter by my doing? That’s irresistible, sugar.”
I let my jaw go slack while he dives back in, proving his conviction.
I glare out my window as the limo putters along Walton Street. The bow tie around my neck threatens to choke me as I allow the memories from earlier to seep in. My mind indulges in the interesting twist in our dynamic that this morning delivered. Vannah shocked me with her enthusiasm. Her initial reluctance at another round vanished once my tongue returned to her pussy. She left gouges in my scalp from her yanking. That woman has an appetite that can rival mine, which I’ve never found until now. Just further proof that Vannah is changing the game. She might not even realize it. I’ll need to recalibrate my strategy after I’m done fucking her.
Speaking of getting shit done, we had a semi-productive afternoon. I alternated between staving off my increasing hunger for her and answering emails that required no real effort. My brain took a vacation after she clamped her knees around my ears for the third time. In hindsight, that move probably protected my hearing. Vannah is a screamer. Just recalling those high-pitched squeals gets me hard all over again. I adjust my dick, cursing the damn thing for refusing to quit. Jacking off in the shower didn’t take the edge off. Too bad she wasn’t there to watch—or lend a helping hand. We can explore those options later.
Karl pulls the limo up to the wraparound entrance at the Waldorf. I sent Vannah a text three minutes ago to let her know we would be arriving soon. That’s about the extent of her knowledge as to where this evening leads. Other than choosing a wardrobe fit for royalty, she’s left the rest up to me. Not that getting her to agree—and blindly trust me—was easy. That’s where her third climax came in handy. My lips tingle with a phantom sensation as if her quivering pulse lingers there. Her tangy essence still stains my tongue, a pungent mix of honey and dirty fantasies. Reminiscing about her taste isn’t doing me any favors in the erection department. The last thing I need is more blood rushing to my cock. I stifle a groan and shift along the wide seat.
An unmistakable redhead with gemstones sparkling in her auburn curls appears just beyond the curtained foyer. Another green dress molds to her curvaceous figure. This one is a floor-length gown, the hem kissing her stilted heels. Her eyes are a similar color, lined in black and demanding notice. Thanks to the