“Oh Luca, that sucks for you, but I understand. Work is work, and you have to prioritise.”
“It is, but you aren’t on any list, Meadow, there isn’t a number next to your name indicating where you come in my life.” I was annoyed at myself, at Dave, and at Kayla, fuck I was even annoyed at Rick and Roger, and they had done nothing wrong.
“Honey, stop beating yourself up,” Meadow’s soft, gentle voice soothed me, “it’s just today, right?”
“I have to stay overnight, but yeah, I should be back sometime in the late afternoon tomorrow. I have to leave here by lunch to get there before the workers knock off.”
“Okay, I will see you then. Text me when you get back to town, and if I am home, come straight to me, okay?”
Damn, this woman was amazing, understanding, forgiving and generally perfect in every way. I was definitely going to need to pull out every trick in my arsenal, making this up to her.
“I want your lips so bad right now,” I admitted roughly, “I want you on your knees, my dick in your mouth, and your pretty green eyes on me as you deep throat my cock.” The image I just laid out played like a porno in my head. Meadow’s puffy lips sucking me off, made even puffer by my thick girth. Even her moans I could vividly imagine echoed in my mind. There was a deep intake of breath coming from the other end of the line, Meadow had not said anything and I was starting to worry if I took it too far.
“Meadow?”
“I will be there in twenty minutes.” Click. She hung up, leaving me sitting there with nothing but a silent phone at my ear and a steel pipe in my pants.
“Surely she isn’t—would she? Fuck yes!” I said out loud, clenching my fist.
Damn, she really is perfect.
Twenty minutes to the second, I heard my sister knock on my door. My cock was still erect and straining against my zip painfully, so standing was completely out of the question. Since Meadow told me she would be here, I questioned several times if this was a good thing to do. Meadow challenged me in many ways with her independence, her sassiness and her zest for life. Her quirkiness so unlike any woman I ever dated, but getting my dick sucked in my office was on a whole new level of discovering my wild side.
“Luca?” Kayla opened the door, her face closed and guarded. “You have someone here to see you, but I’m not sure you have—”
“Show her in please, Kayla, and hold any calls until I say,” I ordered gruffly, my eyes not yet seeing Meadow, but I knew she was there. The hairs on my arms standing on end told me that.
“Luca,” Kayla started to protest, but I was having none of her arguing or her reproachful glares.
“Now, Kayla, and I don’t want you interrupting me either.” My tone was harsh, and I knew I was in for a lecture later on, but I was more than happy to suffer later to see Meadow now.
My sister narrowed her eyes at me, then dutifully nodded. “You’re the boss.” Standing aside, she gestured with a sweep of her arm, and suddenly there was Meadow dressed in what looked to be an old-fashioned belted raincoat, it came to rest just below her knees. The belt was cinched in tightly around the middle, showing off her tight figure. On her feet were the sexiest red high heels, the same colour that stained her lips.
Fuck she is wearing red lipstick. Is she trying to kill me? Imagining those sultry red lips wrapped around my cock, shiny and wet, was going to make me nut in my pants. Again.
“Thanks, Kayla,” Meadow sang brightly, “lovely to meet you, next time we will talk longer, yeah?”
“Erm, sure,” Kayla mumbled, ducking out of the doorway and leaving, her heels clicking a fast and angry tempo down the hall.
My sister’s mood and the fact that she was literally seconds away from calling my mother filtered through my mind for a second. It blurred when Meadow stepped into my office, shutting the door.
“Does this lock?” she asked, raising one perfectly shaped brow at me.
“Yeah.” It was all I could manage.
Snicking the lock into place, Meadow didn’t take her eyes off me as she sashayed over the room. Her long blonde hair was brushed into soft waves, fluffy and bouncy and oh so sexy.
“Your sister is a little uptight, did you know?” she observed, her eyes still on my face, but her hands were at the belt of her coat. And just like that, I knew I was in trouble.
“Yeah.”
“Lucky for you, I am not.” Releasing the belt from the knot, I watched, almost salivating as she dramatically flicked the sides of the coat open to reveal … her completely and totally naked body, save for the red heels.
“Oh. My. God!” I hissed, smashing the palm of my hand on the crotch of my slacks, pools of saliva flooding my mouth.
“I figured I still owe you, and seeing as though you have to ditch me tonight, I decided I couldn’t let you go away without knowing what you are leaving behind,” Meadow purred with the confidence of a woman happy in her own skin.
The vision before me could only be described as utter perfection. Long, toned legs, hips wide and just right for holding onto from behind. A flat, toned stomach lead up to her lush, ripe breasts, the recent memory of worshipping them and the taste still very much with me.
My brain suddenly computed what she said about ditching and leaving her.
“Meadow, baby, I am not ditching you,” I disputed, getting to my feet, but she held up a hand to stop me.
“Sit back down,
