Page 98 of Runaway Bride's Guide to Love

“Tell me to stop,” I say, though my mouth continues to kiss down her neck. “Because I don’t know if I can do it myself.”

Stella doesn’t say anything, but does move her hands from my jeans to my chest, slightly pushing me back.

“Okay,” I say, breathing heavy. “I’m sorry.”

“Oh, I’m not stopping you,” she says with a wicked look in her eye. “I’m just moving this somewhere a little more private.”

I follow her lead as she summons me with her finger to follow her. I’m shocked when she walks toward my office, never taking her eyes off me. It’s like I’m following a siren. I know I should ask questions. Maybe even stop this. But I can’t. It’s like she has me under some sort of spell, and I don’t ever want to snap out of it.

“Sit,” she says, gesturing to my office chair. Not daring to say no, I do as she asks, watching as she seductively walks toward me.

“So I’ve always had a fantasy,” she says as she leans over, her eyes now even with mine as her hands rest on my thighs.

“What’s that?”

“How about I just show you?”

Stella leans in and takes my lips with hers, kissing me hard and deep. She doesn’t linger, though, quickly placing two kisses on my cheek and neck before she lowers herself to the ground.

Holy shit is she about to…

“Tiger…”

She doesn’t say anything as her hands start working my belt, easily getting it unfastened as she works the button and zipper of my jeans. I help her out, lifting up to push them down as I watch the fire burn in her eyes. She starts slowly stroking my cock, which was hard the second I kissed her in the hallway.

And before I know it, Stella’s mouth is wrapped around my dick, and I let out a groan that I’m pretty sure everyone at the diner could hear.

Ask me if I care.

I don’t.

Right now all I care about is Stella’s mouth on me, sucking me just how she knows I like it.

“Fuck yes, Tiger,” I say, gathering her hair off her face with my hands. Her mouth is bobbing up and down, her hand working in tandem. It takes all I have not to start bucking my hips, wanting more than anything to fuck her face right now. Hell, I want to pick her up, bend her over, and fuck her on my desk. But this is her fantasy, so it’s her show. And I’m the lucky son of a bitch that’s along for the ride.

Stella opens wide, taking me so deep that her mouth is against my pelvis, when I hear a door slam somewhere in the office. Which frankly, I don’t know how I notice it considering the only thing I was hearing at that moment were the angels singing as Stella deep throated me.

“Hide!” I whisper-yell, “Simon’s back!”

Stella quickly moves under my desk, which thankfully is boarded in the front. Just as I’m about to pull my pants back up, I hear Simon’s footsteps coming closer. Knowing I don’t have time, I roll under the desk, pants down, dick out, as I try and look as normal as possible in front of my best friend.

“Hey,” Simon says frantically. “I forgot the contracts.”

“Gotcha.” I say, though I internally punch myself. When the fuck do I say “gotcha?”

As I sit there, trying to look casual while also not moving, I nearly jump out of my seat when I feel Stella’s hand on my dick. And then her mouth.

Is she giving me a blow job under the desk?

I can’t look at her without moving my chair, but somehow I feel her smiling as her mouth works my cock like she never has. Stella’s blow jobs are something special to begin with. But this one? It’s on another fucking level.

I grip the arms of the chair for dear life, wanting to let out a roar that would wake the town when Stella starts gently playing with my balls as she swirls her tongue around my cock.

“You okay?” Simon asks as he exits his office. “You don’t look so good.”

“Yup,” I spit out as Stella deep throats me again. “Everything’s great.”

Simon clearly doesn’t buy it. “I don’t know. You don’t look great. Maybe you should head home for the day.”

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