Page 47 of The Fix Up

“Take off your bra.”

“My pleasure.”

She started to reach behind her for the clasp, elbows bent at an awkward angle. Her breasts pushed toward him, and Ben ached to reach out and touch them.

Screw it. She could say no if she wanted to, but?—

“Yes,” she gasped as Ben dropped to his knees on the floor in front of her and buried his mouth in her cleavage. The bra fell away, exposing her breasts to his lips, his tongue, his teeth. He used all of them at once, touching and tasting and savoring the feel of her against his lips.

If this is what being an assertive, take-charge CEO got him, he’d commit to this job for life.

He slid his palm down the side of her body, all the way down her thighs. When he reached the hem of her skirt, he pushed upward, baring one inch of flesh at a time. Her thighs were silky and bare, and she let them fall apart as Ben shoved the skirt up over her hips.

“Beautiful,” he murmured, grateful he’d had the foresight to get her panties off. He leaned down and planted a kiss between her legs, slipping his tongue inside her. She was wet and hot and he was dying to taste her again.

“Stop,” she said.

Ben stopped, raising his head as he dropped his hands to his sides. “Okay.” He cleared his throat. “I’m sorry.”

“No, I don’t meanstop,stop—I just mean…” She licked her lips, then shot a pointed look at his crotch. “It’s my turn.”

“What?”

“You’ve already had your mouth on me. I want to have my mouth on you.”

He opened his mouth to say something clever and witty, but all that came out was “Ungh.”

But that didn’t seem to deter her, and she slid out of her chair to kneel in front of him. Ben was still too dumbstruck to say anything, so he pressed his lips to hers and kissed her hard and deep. She slid her hands up his back, anchoring them on each of his shoulders as she drew her body tight against him. When he broke the kiss, she was breathing heavy.

“Stand up,” she ordered. “I want to suck you.”

Jesus Christ. Was there any phrase in the entire English language with more power to bring a grown man to his knees?

But that wasn’t the position she needed him in, so Ben got to his feet, a little shaky and not entirely certain he should be doing this. “Are you sure?—”

“Yes,” she said. “I know what I said earlier, and I know I might regret this later, but honest to God, if I don’t have you in my mouth in the next thirty seconds, I’m going to scream.”

“Not the way I want to make you scream,” he said, then groaned as she grabbed hold of his belt and began to unfasten it. Her hands were deft and sure, not fumbling at all with the buckle the way he might have done if he’d tried to perform any tasks requiring dexterity. It was all he could do to keep himself upright as she pulled down his zipper, then hooked her fingers under the elastic of his boxer briefs.

She tugged them down, and Ben felt his cock spring free, hard and throbbing and mere inches from her face. He started to make some inane wisecrack, but then her lips closed around him and he forgot how to form words.

“God, Holly,” he growled as she drew him into her mouth. Her lips were warm and soft, and her tongue felt like it was everywhere at once. She sucked him deeper, the gentle suction leaving Ben dizzy. She swirled her tongue around him, taking her time, keeping the pressure constant as she drew back again.

She reached up and slid her hand around the base of his cock, making it an extension of her mouth as she pulled him in again, sucking harder this time. He watched her ease back, sliding him all the way out of her mouth.

She looked up at him, her eyes sparking with heat. “I guess I shouldn’t be surprised you’ve got the dick to match the hands,” she said, grinning as she took him into her mouth again.

Ben gave a strangled gasp and slid his fingers into her hair. He was gripping the conference table with the other hand, pretty sure he’d fall down if he didn’t have something to hang on to. Holly sucked him in again, the pressure intensifying both in her mouth and in his brain. She felt so good, her mouth warm and wet and inviting, her tongue gliding over him like heated velvet.

He was getting dizzier now as her fingers tightened around the base of his shaft and she began to move faster, quickening her pace. The suction was so intense, Ben nearly passed out, and he could feel her tongue flicking over the head of his cock.

“Holly,” he choked out. “I’m close. You should stop if you don’t want?—”

“Yes,” she said as she sucked him deeper, squeezing his shaft with her fingers. Her eyes were closed, lashes resting soft against her cheeks as her dark hair fell over her shoulders.

Ben felt the first spasm grip him and he groaned, hoping like hell they were alone in the building. Her eyes flew open, those pale orbs locking with his as the pleasure knocked him back on his heels. His fingers tangled in her hair as the next wave hit him, then another and another and another until he was mindless and spent and so full of pleasure he couldn’t see straight. He let his eyes close as Holly slowed to a gentle rhythm.

When he finally opened his eyes, she was grinning up at him. “Well,” she said, wiping the back of her hand against the corner of her mouth. “I’d say you aced your first round of public speaking class. Well done.”

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