Page 26 of The Silent Count
My mouth is watering as I drop before him while undoing the strings and shimmying down his sweatpants. His cock breaks free, rock-hard and ready. My tongue darts out to wet my lips, and Fortune quickly tilts up my chin so he can steal a quick kiss.
I find it hot that he can switch so easily between slinging out orders and being so caring and present. It only makes me more eager to please him.
I wrap two hands around the base, letting my tongue glide over his length in long, unhurried strokes and flattening my tongue on the underside of his sensitive tip.
Fortune’s fingers find their way into my hair, and he sets the pace by guiding my head up and down his cock. I spend extra time working the tip and when I glance up to see his face, he’s leaning back against the headrest. A sense of pride overwhelms me, and I can’t help but let a small smile pass over my lips.
“Lea,” he warns. “Lea, if you keep teasing me like that, this won’t last much longer.”
I flick my tongue against the head, letting the corners of my mouth creep up as I do. “I thought you said we should make this quick?”
“Fuck,” he mutters under his breath as I take all of him into my mouth again, opening my throat wider to take him as deep as I can go. My eyes water, but when I look up to find him watching me with an approving smile, a surge of heat rushes to my core. I press my thighs together to relieve some of the ache, but I can feel the wetness seeping through my panties and it only fills me with more need.
Almost like he can sense my desperation, he places a hand on my cheek to draw my attention to him. “Pull your panties to the side. I want to come in that pretty pussy of yours.”
I moan, making a popping sound as he pulls out of my mouth. In a swift motion, he picks me up from the floor and bends me over the edge of the desk. My short black skirt pools around my hips, and I can feel the cold air against my ass.
When I pull my black lace thong to the side, I hear Fortune groan from behind me. The sounds he makes turn me into a desperate, whimpering mess, eager for more. I twist my neck to look back at him and he shoots me a wicked grin while swiping two fingers through my slit.
He withdraws his fingers and brings them close to his face, admiring the wetness dripping down them like a prize.
“Open your mouth,” he demands, and I follow his order.
Fortune parts my thighs and wedges himself between them, grazing the head of his cock over my clit. He places a hand under my chin, tilting my head back as he sticks his arousal coated fingers into my mouth. I wrap my lips around them, nearly falling apart as I taste my arousal as he teases his fingers along my tongue. But the fullness of him pushing inside and filling me to the hilt in one motion makes me gasp instead.
When his fingers slide out with a pop, I immediately slap a hand over my mouth to stifle the scream that threatens to slip out.
“Keep your hand there.”
He fucks me hard.
So hard I have to press my hand tighter against my mouth so I don’t scream when stars start forming behind my eyelids. His strokes get deeper and my pussy tightens around his shaft. I can’t hold it in any longer. I tremble beneath him, coming apart even more as he takes one last thrust and fills me with his come.
Fortune stays inside me as we struggle to catch our breath. My body feels limp, but when he brushes my hair to one side so he can pepper kisses along my neck and jawline, I feel rejuvenated.
“I think this was our best meeting yet,” he jokes, and the two of us dissolve into a fit of laughter.
ELEVEN
LEA
Takingthe leap to message Fortune from my phone number for the first time is more unnerving than it should be. I’m used to seeing countless messages in our direct messaging platform, and opening an empty text thread feels like starting from a blank slate. I’ve spent the better half of twenty minutes staring at his contact on my phone. It felt criminal to grab his phone number from the team’s contact sheet.
I’ve made a vow to myself to only use this number for work, though. If the two of us want to talk outside of work, it’s going to have to be in person. I don’t want someone to grab hold of either of our phones and find a paper trail of evidence that alludes to us seeing each other… if that’s even what’s happening between us.
Hell, it’s part of the reason I’m calling him into my office. I can’t keep tiptoeing around work and friends—or my father—without knowing what’s going on between Fortune and I or how to address it if someone were to find out.
I don’t plan on coming clean about our relationship—if that’s what you could even call this thing going on between us—but part of my job is mitigating risk when possible, and I would be stupid not to be one step ahead in reducing potential risks.
Taking a deep breath, I type out a sentence… only to hit the delete button and try again. Everything I come up with seems silly. Or like my cadence is too similar to that of Ladybug’s. With a frustrated groan, I realize how much I’m overthinking this, and tap out with a formal reply.
Lea:
Parker, I need to see you in my office at 4 p.m.
Fortune
Yesterday’s meeting wasn’t sufficient?
