Page 38 of A Billionaire Dom

Davin

What the hellhad just happened?

I wasn’t only talking about the fact that I felt like my brain had just been sucked out of my dick, either.

I’d come here almost automatically, not really thinking about anything but the fact that Linsey was the one person I actually wanted to see and talk to after the insanity of what Deklin had unleashed. I couldn’t wrap my head around it. Not around Mom having had an affair. Not around her having another man’s child –knowingit was another man’s child – and not telling Dad. Not around Grandad keeping it from us even after Mom died.

And Deklin.

I couldn’t even imagine what he was going through. There’d been no mistaking the relief on his face when he’d assured us that he and Aurelia had never even kissed.

But none of this was the reason I could barely think at the moment. Nor was it solely the amazing blow job Linsey had given me. It had to do with the fact that she was the person I’d gone to about something so personal, and neither of us had even blinked when I’d started sharing what had happened.

This woman did things to me I couldn’t explain.

“I must not have done my job very well,” Linsey teased as she stood. She wiped her thumb across her bottom lip, and a jolt of desire went through me. “You still look like you’re thinking too hard.”

“You went above and beyond,” I said, reaching for her hand. “Trust me. When I came here, I wasn’t expecting this. Thank you.”

The pleased expression on her face assured me that she understood I wasn’t exactly thanking her for the sex, exactly, even if I couldn’t quite put together the right words to express it. There was so much she and I needed to talk about, but I wasn’t ready for it tonight. What I could do, however, was repay the favor she’d just done for me.

It wasn’t like I minded getting her off.

“Come here.” I stood and pulled her toward me. She tilted her head, and I cupped her jaw before taking her mouth, my fingers tightening as she grabbed the front of my shirt, holding me close.

I tasted my cum mingled with the spices from her meal and wished we had the time and space for me to return the favor properly. As it was, getting her off at all would be a challenge. Every moment that passed moved us closer to when someone could interrupt us, and as much as I believed Linsey didn’t think Kasey would be upset with her using the breakroom this way, I didn’t want to risk anyone here thinking less of her because of me.

As I plundered her mouth with my tongue, I moved the hand on her chin to her hair, burying my fingers in the soft, colorful strands. My other hand went between us, working at the button on her jeans until I was able to get them undone enough to slide my hand inside.

She gasped as my fingers pressed down on the damp cotton of her panties, the fabric rubbing against her sensitive skin as my middle finger ran the line right down her slit before pushing in deeper. Even through the barrier of her underwear, I could feel how soaked she was, and my cock started to thicken.

Damn. It’d barely been two minutes. I’d always prided myself on my stamina, but this was ridiculous. I hadn’t had this sort of recovery time since college. Not that I’d really had much of an opportunity to use it. I’d always been more focused on school than sex.

Her teeth sunk into my bottom lip as she rocked against my hand, her soft, desperate sounds pulling me from my past into the present. I tightened my grip in her hair, and she moved her hands under my shirt to get her nails on my skin. Thin razors of pain licked across my skin as she scratched me, and I pressed harder on her clit, using the fabric to add a rougher edge to the friction.

It didn’t take long for her to climax, and I swallowed her cries as I eased my touch little by little, drawing out her pleasure without turning it to pain. One day, I’d test the limits of what she could handle post-orgasm, but this was neither the time nor the place for that.

When she stopped shuddering, I released her. Before the moment could become awkward, we both headed for the restrooms to clean up. I didn’t doubt that the staff would figure out that we’d been doing something in the breakroom, but at least we’d go back to the front looking as put together as possible, and maybe a little more relaxed.

The smile she gave me when she stepped out of the women’s bathroom and saw me waiting for her was a mixture of embarrassment and joy, but not the sort of embarrassment that came with regret, rather the kind where a person was surprised by something but liked it. I wondered if the cause was what we’d done…or the intense connection I could still feel buzzing between us.

I grabbed her hand before she could go more than a few steps. “I want to take you out this weekend.”

The surprise on her face made me think I’d completely misread the situation, but then she smiled. Her eyes still held a little wariness, but when she spoke, she didn’t seem hesitant at all.

“Let me check with Kasey. The new girl, Mary Jo, has been doing pretty good up front, but this weekend is going to be pretty busy. If Kasey thinks Mary Jo can handle it, she won’t need me.”

“Great.” I smiled and squeezed her hand before releasing it. I didn’t want to hang around too long and give Kasey a reason to kick me out. Something occurred to me as I followed Linsey back to the front of the shop. “I need your phone number.”

She laughed. “It’s weird that we don’t have each other’s numbers, right? After all this?”

I laughed too. “It is, but has anything about you and me been normal at all?”

As she shook her head and reached a hand out for my phone, I couldn’t help thinking that maybe weird was exactly what Linsey and I needed.

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