The desire on her face was a sharp contrast to her words.
“I believe it’s the perfect idea.”
Popping the fastening, I lowered the zipper and tugged the denim down. “Lift up.”
She tilted her hips, and I bunched her pants around her heeled boots. Her shoes made her long legs look longer. They were definitely staying on.
“Hold the armrest and don’t let go. If you do, I’ll stop and you won’t get to come until tonight when I’m deep in your wet pussy.”
Fire heated her cobalt gaze as if she was ready to argue but she set her palms on the soft leather.
“Good girl.”
“I’m only complying because you owe me many an orgasm for lying to me.”
“Keep telling yourself that. I know the truth.”
She was the type of woman who loved her control but when she relinquished it, that was when she was happiest.
The night before the truth came out, she’d trusted me in a way I’d never forget. I’d pushed her to explore her sexuality and she’d lost herself in the pleasure. Last night was a sharp contrast. Control was something she resisted giving up. It was a battle between her anger and her desire.
I gripped her waist, adjusting her so I’d have access to the honey that was her pussy.
“Are you ready?”
Her lips parted and her breath came out in short pants. “Yes.”
I lowered my mouth to her exposed belly button, rubbing my lips and jaw around the silky skin and causing goosebumps to appear.
Her hands flexed on the armrest.
Going lower, I let my teeth grab hold of the top of her black lace thong. I pulled at it, letting the fabric slide between her pussy lips and rub her clit.
She whimpered and ground against the material.
I released her underwear and then immediately grabbed it with my hands, snapping the sides.
“Baz. Those were expensive.” The incredulous look on her face had me grinning.
I’d never been the type to smile this much while trying to seduce any woman but then again, none of them were Eloisa Benz…Weber.
“I can afford to buy you more.”
“I don’t need you to buy me anything. I can buy it myself.”
I grabbed hold of her thighs, tugged her forward, and perched her knees against my shoulders.
I looked down at her pants-bound feet and splayed thighs, exposing her slick swollen pussy and immediately felt a shot of precum leak from my cock. This woman was a goddess without trying.
“Duly noted.”
Lowering my face, I blew on her damp slit a second before I descended.
“Oh God,” Isa cried out as her hold on the chair tightened.
I fucked my tongue into her tight cunt, pumping, rolling, and licking.
She tasted like heaven, something I could never get enough of.
One of her hands shifted to my head and I growled, “Put that hand back.”
“Fuck. Sorry,” she said while complying.
Her mewled cries grew louder as her pussy quickened and her hips rose to meet the demands of my mouth.
Pushing my hands under her shirt, I pulled the cups of her bra to the side and pinched her nipples until she moaned and her pussy juices flooded my mouth.
“Baz. Harder.”
My woman liked the edge of pain.
I squeezed harder, releasing her tight buds a second before I knew it was too much, while continuing to tease her clit.
My cock was so hard it was a wonder I hadn’t torn through my pants.
The first thing I planned to do the minute she arrived at our penthouse was bend her over the back of the nearest couch and fuck her hard.
“Baz. Oh God, Baz. I need to come. Make me come.”
I stared up at her beautiful face, flushed with need. Lowering one hand to her soaked slit, I pushed a finger into her quivering pussy and curled it up until I grazed the sensitive bundle of nerves deep in her.
With one last lick to her delicious cunt, she detonated, thrashing her head side to side and digging her nails into the arms of her chair.
Watching her come apart was like nothing I’d ever experienced before. I would never get tired of seeing the ecstasy on her face or the way she responded to me.
She was mine and I’d protect her until my dying breath.
“Wow,” Isa exclaimed after she’d finally come down from her orgasm.
I pushed her knees together and then adjusted her body back onto the chair.
“I’m glad you enjoyed that.”
She leaned forward, gripping my shirt and pulling me toward her. Her kiss was hot and hard, and my straining dick ached to be inside her.
Her fingers roamed along the buttons of my shirt and then to the fastening of my pants. Just as she was about to pop the button, I stayed her hand.
“Don’t you want me to return the favor?”
My cock screamed yes but I knew I couldn’t push it.
“I’m positive one of our people is going to interrupt us at any moment.”
As if on cue, a knock sounded on the door. “Boss. There’s someone here to see you.”
Isa’s relaxed and sensual demeanor disappeared. “Um. Give me ten minutes. I’ll be right out.”
She stood, pulling her jeans up with her. I steadied her as she lost balance.
“Boss, it’s Bri Amici. She needs to see you immediately.”
I froze. What the hell was Isa doing with a Solon agent? An agent who’d been a handler on my last assignment, specifically for Ana Kipos.
“Tell her to wait. She’s always got something urgent and likes to rush people.”
Isa hurried into the bathroom adjacent to her office. I rose, inhaling deep to keep calm as I thought about all the things she could be doing for Solon. If she was an agent, I’d have heard about it, especially if she was assigned to any of the European divisions. The fact this bit of information had been kept from me only meant it had been scrubbed from the search I’d requested from Interpol.
Fuck, someone in Interpol had kept this from me.
I moved to the bathroom door and leaned against the wall outside it, waiting for
