Page 65 of The Fix Up

He had her skirt hiked up over her hips again, and she wrapped her legs around him, pressing herself into the bulge in the front of his slacks. She arched her hips to grind against him, wanting more.

Ben drew back again, angling himself up on his forearms. “How about we expedite negotiations with some synergistic processing?”

“Say what?”

He grinned. “Let’s take our shirts off on the count of three.”

“Deal.”

“Three, two?—”

Holly yanked her top off, not willing to wait the extra second. She tossed the garment aside and shrugged off her bra, thrilled to see Ben shirtless and gloriously bare-chested before her.

“Very efficient,” she said. “The mark of a good CEO.”

“You should see what I can do with a spreadsheet.”

She laughed as his lips found hers again and his bare chest pressed against hers. He had a light dusting of chest hair, and the feel of it against her nipples was exquisite. She moved her hands down his back, savoring every inch of muscle and bone as Ben kissed his way down her throat and between her breasts. His mouth found her nipple and Holly cried out.

“God, that feels good.”

“You have the most beautiful nipples in the world,” he said, making a trail of kisses from one to the other. “So sensitive.”

She gripped the back of his head as he continued to lick and suck and stroke until she was nearly mindless. When she was sure she couldn’t take it anymore, she struggled to sit up, pushing him onto his back as she moved.

“I need you inside me,” she said, reaching for the front of his slacks and unhooking the button. She grabbed the tab of his zipper and tugged down. It caught halfway down, refusing to budge. She gave it another tug. Nothing. She let out a small scream of frustration.

“No! This isn’t happening.”

He laughed and moved her hands aside, his own fingers replacing hers on his fly. “I’ve got this,” he said, and yanked it open with maddening ease.

“How did you?—”

“I’ve been honing my skills at both dressing and undressing myself.”

“A man in charge,” she said, moving down his body and taking his pants and boxer briefs with her. “I like it.”

“I know you do. Maybe I should get a gold star.”

“Absolutely.”

“And a blowjob.”

“Your wish is my command,” she said with a laugh, refusing to let her brain go down the path of the last time she’d allowed herself to be at the beck and call of a career-driven man. That was then, and this was now, and she urgently wanted to live in the now.

“God, yes,” he said as Holly crawled back up his body, admiring the gorgeous, naked length of it. She took hold of his cock and used the tip of her tongue to make a slow circle around the head of it. Ben groaned as she flattened her tongue and drew him all the way into her mouth. She released the pressure, letting him slide all the way out before drawing him back in again.

“This would work better as a collaborative assimilation,” he said.

She licked the tip of his cock, grinning. “I don’t know what that means, but I’ll agree to pretty much anything you suggest at this point.”

His hand closed around her ankle and tugged. Holly giggled as his other hand slid to her hip and he pulled her gently around so she faced the other way. She had one knee on either side of his head, and her whole body hovering over his as she knelt on all fours. For an instant, she felt self-conscious. Then she felt nothing but pleasure as Ben’s tongue dipped inside her.

“Oh, God.”

She peered between her breasts and thighs to see him smiling as he teased and stroked and made her mindless with his tongue. Realizing she still had a death-grip on his cock, Holly focused her attention there once more, drawing him into her mouth.

Ben moaned, and the vibration of it sent a buzz of pleasure coursing through her. He continued probing her with his tongue, making slow circles around her clit as Holly sucked him in deep, hopeful he felt even a fraction of the pleasure he was giving her. They stayed like that until Holly felt her knees start to quiver. She was on the brink, and she could tell he was, too.

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