Page 47 of Devotion

His fingers brush against the nape of my neck. His breathing is fast. Uneven.

“Thank you,” I murmur with one little wobble. “I love it. No one has ever given me something like this before. Except you when you gave me the music box.”

He clears his throat and turns toward his desk. “You’re welcome. You deserve it. You…”

“I what?”

“You make everything better for me.”

I revel in those words for the next hour as I get my sketchpad and start a drawing of Gabriel. A small one. The size of the locket.

I don’t have access to photographs. No one does. We have the technology, of course. It’s used for government purposes, but regular people don’t get to indulge in something so trivial and purposeless.

So I draw Gabriel instead. And when he’s in the bathroom, I quickly cut the image out in an oval.

I fit it into the locket and snap it closed again.

He worksfor the rest of the afternoon.

We had a long morning session that was obviously very satisfying for him, so I figure like yesterday he won’t needhis normal break. It’s late afternoon, and I’m happily knitting and daydreaming about what Gabriel and I might do tomorrow morning—and occasionally sneaking quick glances at my beautiful locket—when I’m suddenly aware that he’s looking at me.

I smile in his direction. “How’s it going?”

“I’ve gotten a lot done today, but I’m starting to lose focus.” He rubs his forehead in that way he does when he’s getting stressed.

“Oh. Do you want to take a break? Maybe that will help.” I ask the question instinctively even though it probably makes me sound overly eager.

His mouth tightens briefly. “Do you mind? You worked on me a long time this morning.”

“Of course I don’t mind!” I’m beaming as I put down my knitting and get up. “I was afraid you might not want to take the time after this morning, but you do focus better afterward.”

“Yeah. I definitely do.” He’s smiling too as he makes that little summoning gesture with his hands that I love. “We’ll just have to keep it short.”

“Fifteen minutes okay?”

“Yeah.”

I rub his shoulders for a few minutes until he’s closed his eyes and slowed his breathing. Then I move around his chair, kneel in front of him, and undo his trousers.

He takes my head in his hands as I slide my lips about halfway down his shaft. “Oh fuck, you feel so good.”

I make a pleased, encouraging sound as I start to suck.

He moves my head at the rhythm he wants as I fall easily into a practiced motion with my head, mouth, and throat.

It makes me so happy. That he needs this. That he wants it so much.

“I’m not sure how I still need more after you did me so good this morning, but I do.” He tilts his head back with a long, sensual moan. “Fuck, I can’t get enough.”

His words are turning me on as much as his physical responsiveness. My body is already buzzing with building arousal.

“Sometimes I’ll be in the middle of a meeting, and all I can think about is getting your hot little mouth on me like this.”

The excited hum that spills out of my throat is as much emotional as it is physical arousal. I can’t believe he said that. I can’t believe he means it.

“I’ve never been this horny in my entire life. Not even when I was a teenager.” He scoots his hips a little closer to the edge of the chair. “I have no idea what’s happening to me. Fuck, you’re driving me crazy with that mouth.”

I’m sucking for all I’m worth and so excited that I’m digging my fingernails into the firm flesh at the top of his ass. I can’t keep quiet, and my eyes are slanted up toward his face because I want to see his expression.

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