Page 72 of Untethered Heart
“Is that okay?”
I press a kiss against her lips. “More than okay.” I smile, then wince. “I should probably check my phone and make sure no one filed a missing person’s report, though.”
“Could you carry me to the bathroom first? I need to clean up.”
“I like when I get to clean you up.” I kiss her again. “With my tongue.”
“Well, I’m full of your cum, so I guess if you’re into that.” She leaves the suggestion hanging in the air like a joke, but that’s not how my mind takes it. Holy shit, sheisfull of my cum.
I lower Lex down on the mattress, then sit back up and slowly pull my dick out of her. A second later, our mixed release drips out of her cunt.
“Oh my god,” I whimper.
Eyes glued to the sight, I run my fingers through the mess and guide it back into her. In and out, my fingers play.
“Caleb. I can’t take any more.”
My eyes manage to pull away from the scene to see her face flushed, eyes clenched shut as she pinches her nipples.
“I wasn’t trying to earn another one, Siren,” I whisper as I continue to pump my fingers. “But if you’re so close, I’d hate to deny you.”
Her hips roll ever so slightly, spurring me on. She wants another, and I just gave her two nice ones, but seeing my cum leak out of her has me feeling feral. Demanding.
“Are you sure you can’t take more?” I taunt her with my words and my fingers, waiting for the green light to unleash.
She bites her lip and almost tries to hide the way her hips lift to meet me.
“Say the word, Lex. If you want one more, I need to hear you say it.” I twist my wrist up, beckoning along her G-spot, and she bucks up. “Am I stopping?”
I stop the cycling motion and start to withdraw.
“No!” Her eyes fly open, and a menacing grin takes over my face.
“Very well.” I piston my fingers wildly. Leaning down, I let my tongue join in, licking and devouring along with my fingers, tasting myself inside her. She clamps around me, pulling me into her perfect cunt and screams until tears leak from her eyes.
I gently massage inside of her as she comes down, then kiss my way up her stomach until I reach her lips. “You’re so perfect, baby. You did so well.”
She holds my hands where they cup her face.
“I really can’t take any more now.”
***
I make my way up the elevator to my office just after nine thirty. Five missed calls from Riley, two from Isabelle, and four from Gage.
When the elevator opens to my floor, Riley is behind his desk with his feet crossed over the top, a smug grin stretching over his face.
“If you’re this good-looking when you’re sick, life truly isn’t fair.”
“I’m not sick, and get your feet off the desk.”
He follows my orders, then trails behind me into my office. “You’re not sick, you didn’t have any meetings scheduled, thank God. Pray tell, why are you so late, Mr Heart?”
I round my desk, dropping my laptop case on the storage unit behind it and take a seat, all while Riley assesses me, eyes alight with knowing.
“I didn’t spend the night at home.” I shake my mouse to wake up the computer and pull my glasses out of the top drawer. Riley hasn’t moved from where he stands in front of my desk, arms folded over his chest. “Do you have any messages for me, a coffee perhaps? You know, things to be done that are your job instead of waiting for answers that concern my personal life.”
“It’s not unusual for you not to spend a night at home. But being late to the office? That is unheard of.” He lays a mocking hand on his chest, “I’m merely concerned for your wellbeing, sir.”
