Page 58 of Gluttony

“Don’t fucking play games you don’t know the rules to, Bowie.” Both of his hands are at my neck, thumbs pushing my chin up so we can focus only on each other.

I don’t respond with words, I just smile and bring my hand to the hem of my skirt and hike it up. His gaze flicks down then comes right back to mine. We don’t talk but our conversation is as clear as a spring waterfall.

The closer I bring my hand to my pussy, the tighter his hold is on me and the more I want to feel him inside me. Dipping my middle finger through my slit, I gather as much of my cum as I can then bring it up to his mouth.

Orion doesn’t hesitate. He sucks my finger between his lips and laps up every drop with his talented tongue, moaning like he’s tasting the finest of wines.

“The first time I fuck you won’t be in my office, Bowie. The first time I fuck you, I’m going to devour you, then I’m going topound that cunt so hard, the head of my cock will be tattooed to your fucking G-spot.”

Oh, my.

Now, I can’t stop visualizing that. What would the tattoo look like? Would it be anOlike Orion, or maybe like “orgasm”?

When his mouth slams down onto mine, I forget all about metaphors and wishful thinking and concentrate on the taste of me mixed with the taste of him, and suddenly my entire life makes more sense.

His mouth doesn’t just kiss my mouth, his entire body gives this kiss the energy to make me lose a few brain cells. His very hard dick is pressed against my belly button and his thighs are trapping my hips while his hands guide my face exactly the way he wants me. The most intoxicating is his tongue, the way it commands me, orders me to give in to him.

Dominates every part of me.

By the time his teeth sink into my bottom lip and he pulls back, taking it with him before setting it free, I’m a pool of liquid at his feet. Not literally, thank fuck, but he could ask me to walk down the office hall naked and chanting his name and I’d have no will to refuse.

Damn, he’s good.

“Okay, give me the demo.”

I blink up at him and realize he’s back in CEO mode and I wonder if I’ve just made all that up in my mind. Except my lips are swollen and the taste of my cum is still on my tongue.

Definitely real and definitely happening again. Soon.

Fifteen minutes later, Orion is frowning, which I guess isn't a good sign.

“It’s not bad but it’s a bit on the fringe of what we do.” Orion hands over my ear pods and shrugs.

“This is the kind of music you listen to when you go to the beach or on a road trip with your bestie.” I have no fucking clue if that’s true, I’ve never had a bestie.

“Maybe. But the risk is high and we don’t have the manpower to take this chance.”

“I’ll do it. Please, Orion. I’ll work overtime and you won’t have to pay me. I’ll shadow any one of your employees so I can learn the ropes. I wanna do this. I wanna be good at this job. Please, Orion, pleeeease!” In a last ditch effort, I bring my hands palm to palm in a steeple position and close my eyes like I’m praying as I repeat please over and over again.

Annoying, I know, but it fucking works—that little smirk is his tell—so no regrets on my part.

“Fine. But this is your project on top of your executive assistant job. No slacking off, Bowie, or else I will make that perfect little ass of yours so fucking red, you’ll only be able to sleep on your stomach while I fuck your hole from behind.” Well, damn. Um, okay. “And forget about shadowing one of our workers.” My shoulders drop in disappointment. How am I supposed to learn otherwise? “You’ll shadow one of us.” Oh, even better.

“Deal.” We shake hands like we’ve just signed a contract and when I lean in and kiss his cheek, I whisper, “Although, I might fuck up just so you can spank me hard enough to make me scream.”

The hitch of his breath is everything I ever want to hear from now on.

That night, I juggle both my regular work and this project quite well, if I do say so myself. The fear that Hadley would shut me down was real but he just shrugged and said, “Give them a call and tell them we have an opening for a meeting on Saturday. Pick the time, I’ll be there.”

Not wasting a second in case either one of them change their minds, I do exactly that and by the end of the work day, I’ve got a meeting set up at the studio withSlumlordand Hadley and excitement rolling off of me like water.

I spend the entire day of Friday making sure my work is done to perfection so that Orion cannot counter that I slacked off in order to work on my new project. Although, from what Drew hinted during our lunch hour, he’s excited for me to see this through.

By the time Saturday rolls around, I’ve got an entire army of butterflies fighting dragons in my belly. The band isn’t local to Manhattan, but they’re from Maryland and dropped everything to make it to our meeting. Hadley decided mid afternoon would be best so we could spend the morning looking over the production side of the business and avoid saying shit to the band that makes no sense.

In the last month—essentially starting my first day—I’ve been paying attention to my job and the business. I like it. I mean, I really fucking enjoy working here, and on a broader scope, the production industry. Sure, I’m only an executive assistant getting coffee and lunches and dry cleaning but I’ve been watching and asking questions. Okay, yes, I’ve also been snooping.

With help from Crosby and Ginny—sometimes even Drew—I’ve been looking at contracts and the process of signing a new client. Totally off the books, of course, but when Ginny types up a standard contract, she often explains the general gist of it.

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