Page 22 of Losing Forever
Caitlyn hands me the key to the office. Inside, we're hit with stale, warm air. Oh, hell. This won't do. I lower the temperature on the thermostat to seventy-two, but the number jumps back up to eighty. “What the fuck?”
Caitlyn wraps her arms around my waist from behind and has my pants undone in a heartbeat.
“Give me a second. I can't get the air to kick on.”
She wedges herself between my body and the wall, then yanks down my pants. Sweat moistens my skin. I'd love to get the damn air working, but not at the risk of Caitlyn stopping what she's doing.
On her knees, she yanks down my boxer briefs and grips my dick.
Fuck, yes. My eyes close when she sucks me into her mouth. I put my hands on the wall for balance. A warning sounds in the back of my mind that I should slow things down, but Caitlyn’s too good, working me into a frenzy.
“Don’t stop,” I murmur, lost in the pleasure.
She giggles around my length and draws me so deep I hit the back of her throat. I almost come right then.
My head goes back with a groan, and I work my hips to match the rhythm of her mouth—the image of her on her knees branded in my mind.So good.
A moment later, the vision changes and Braylee becomes the girl in the scene. Her delicate hand strokes the lower part of my dick, while those plump lips of hers pull me in and out. Her silky hair falls in dark waves down her back and those sky-blue eyes lock with mine.
“I'm gonna come so hard.” I glance down, a second from screaming Braylee’s name.
Blonde hair takes me by surprise. I freeze. Not Braylee. Caitlyn.Caitlynis on her knees.Fuck. What is wrong with me? I jerk away and stumble backward.
Caitlyn falls forward and throws out her hands to catch herself before hitting the floor. “What the hell?” On all fours, she shoves her hair from her face and straightens.
I hurry to help her up. “Are you okay?”
“Yes,” she hisses and swipes down the hem of her dress. “What happened? Why’d you jerk away?”
“Uh…” What do I say? Not the truth. Not,I was fantasizing about Braylee and almost screamed her name while shooting my load into your mouth.Jesus. I need help.
“Grayson?” Caitlyn brushes back her hair. “Why are you looking at me like that?”
I shake my head and try like hell to push through the horrid scenario that almost played out.
“Did I do something wrong?” She takes a tentative step forward.
“No. Not at all. You were amazing.”
“If I were amazing, you wouldn’t be standing there, hard.” She gestures to my dick.
It’s still out, the tip red and swollen. I’m a mess. I tuck the big guy back into my pants and zip my fly. “This was a mistake.”
Hurt shows in her eyes.
“Not you or this date,” I add in a rush. “You were great. Youaregreat, but I shouldn’t have asked you out. You work for us, and this was unprofessional on my part.” I let out a sardonic laugh. “Noah’s always saying I have a knack for screwing up a good situation. He didn’t want me to take you out.”
Her face brightens, and she takes another step toward me. “Why didn’t he want you to take me out?”
“For what almost happened.”
“Us making out?” She moves closer, radiating with renewed excitement.
More like me getting off in your mouth to a fantasy of Braylee.“Wait.” I tilt my head, considering her sudden change in demeanor. “Are you into Noah?”
She shrugs and gives me a tiny smirk.
That’d be a yes.
