Page 36 of Hotline
"Yes it is," she says. "So, what was the big thing you wanted to talk about tonight?"
I rub my hands together and drop to the floor in front of her, hitching one of her knees over my shoulder.
"That'll have to wait," I say. She parts her legs slowly, just the tiniest fraction of an inch, and rocks back with her palms flat on the warm mahogany. "I'm going to be busy for a little while."
I yank her legs apart and pull her white satin panties to the side. She moans and throws her head back as I zero in on her.
"Damn," she exhales, arching her back, "you always know what I want."
I rip my mouth away from her sweet pussy. The scent is intoxicating. I'm already about to bust a hole through my pants.
"Right back at you," I rasp.
"Hell yes, babe," she whispers, threading her fingers through my hair, rolling her lips as I spread her lips apart and run mytongue up and down her folds. "What do you want? You want to sink that big fat dick into me? Fuck me from every angle all night? Get me on all fours while you pull my hair and hit it raw?"
I groan, latching onto her clit and making tiny circles around it as I slide two fingers into her soaked pussy. She screams out, bucking and rolling her hips hard, riding my face like a goddamn cowgirl.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," she huffs out, chest heaving. I look up at her. My angel in her little white shirt that's about to get ripped to shreds by her little diamond-hard nipples or by my own hands. Whichever comes first. Whichever gets her tits bared to me the fastest.
My desk phone rings, the trilling sound clambering through this perfect moment. I reach up and rip the cord from the wall and it goes flying to the floor, its last words a rattle as it shatters.
Opal lets out an airy breath.
"I love when you get a little crazy like this," she says. "Makes me know that you're as serious about this as I am."
A breath shudders through me.
I grab her purse and slide her phone out. I take my cell phone out of my pocket as well.
"You're confiscating my phone?" she says with a laugh.
"That's right, baby." I shove both of our phones into the drawer and smack it closed. "It's just you and me tonight."
She bites her lip and runs her fingers up and down my chest.
"That okay with you?" I whisper, softly pressing my lips against hers.
She wraps her arms around my neck and pulls me closer.
"More than okay."
"As you know," I say, brushing my fingertips along her throat, "I have something important to talk to you about tonight."
She presses her fingertips to my collar.
"You always have something you want to talk about." She cocks her head to the side with a little smirk, brushing a loose bit of hair away from my forehead. "You always want to know what I'm in the mood for, always asking what I want to do. You always want to make things absolutely perfect for me."
"And does that satisfy you?"
"It does." She loops her arms around my shoulders. "You make me very, very happy, Mr. Lennox."
This is it. My heart is rattling around in my chest. It's not just thumping. It's vibrating. The feeling is overwhelming.
"How about I spring a little surprise on you tonight?"
She bites her lip and shrugs.
"I think I could be okay with that."
