Page 11 of The Holidays with Mr. Mitchell
“Do that,” I said, rising and turning back toward the city view beneath my office. “And next time? Make an appointment.”
“Thank you for your time,” he said, voice strained as he rose and quickly let himself out of my office.
I’d textedAvery earlier that unexpected bullshit had slowed things down at work, and I’d be home late. By eight, I was finally sending my last email after being stuck at the office all night and wondering if I’d end up sleeping here at this fucking rate.
It was just part of the damn business sometimes, being on the top floors while everyone else was out to dinner or enjoying their families.
My door creaked open, and my heart nearly jumped into my throat when my wife’s leg was the only thing I saw. Her red heel was slowly gliding up the side of the door as my heart picked up pace. Goddamn, I loved when she did this, and especially after days like this.
“I know I didn’t schedule a meeting, Mr. Mitchell,” she said, walking in like a goddess.
She locked the door behind her, turned back to me, and pulled off the long black coat she’d worn with her heels. Fuck me—theonlything she’d worn with her red stilettos.
“You’re so gorgeous,” was the only response I had to this much-welcomed surprise.
“Does that mean I’m not wasting your time like Mr. D’Amico did today?”
Her lips were painted bright red, her makeup flawless and intentional, and I was already hard with desire.
“Should I punish you, lover?” I said, trying to play her game.
She pushed my computer screen to the side, slipped onto my desk in front of me, while I instinctively slid my hands up her thighs, pulling myself closer to all the beauty spread out before me.
Her hands gently ran through my hair, “Oh, you’re going to fully punish me tonight. No distractions. Smooth desk, and memories of one of our first enjoyable moments together in England when I woke up and caught you working late like this.”
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean for you to drive down here at eight in the evening.”
She looked at me with sympathy, her fingernails tracing my forehead. “Baby, eight in the evening was three hours ago.”
“What?” I said, looking at my watch. “Fuck.”
“Fuck is exactly right, and that’s what we’re about to do.”
“God, I love you,” I said before she lay back on my desk and spread her legs, inviting me to take her any way I wanted.
She softly moaned when my hands gripped her hips with purpose, and my lips and tongue ran up the insides of her thighs, gently claiming and tasting my wife’s smooth and flawless body.
Her soft whimpers and fingernails swirled in my hair, bringing me closer to where her sex was already pulsing and glistening. My tongue swept through her folds as she moaned. Goddamn, she tasted like warm caramel melting across my tongue. I needed this. I fucking needed her.
My dick was aching for more, but until Avery was racked with cries of pleasure for surprising me like this, I would wait.
Her hands reached up to grip the edge of the desk while she quickly escalated into beautiful pleasure. I slid my fingersinto her slick entrance, moving and circling along the spot she loved to ride aggressively into ecstasy. Her hips bucked and her full breasts bounced while she heaved, and everything began to tighten around me as I moved my fingers in her.
“God, yes. Oh, Jim,” she cried, her orgasm building.
She grew wetter, her hand reaching into my hair, pulling it, and guiding me to taste her pleasure. My hand slid out just as her body tensed, bucked, and my mouth went directly to where her delicious, slick sex was feeding me her orgasm. My tongue went into her, tasting and desiring more.
I wasn’t going to last if I wasn’t inside of her.
My pants were off while Avery was still squirming in ecstasy, and I pushed in to feel her squeezing and pulsing all around my hard cock. The look in Avery’s eyes told me exactly how she wanted this, and I answered.
I thrust hard and deep, driving us both toward the edge, and to my thrill, she rode it higher, another shattering orgasm building to join mine.
I climbed over her, pressing her back against my desk, pinching one hard nipple—but craving her mouth, her lips, even more. My body tensed, pleasure surging through me like electricity searching for a place to ground itself.
Avery’s legs wrapped around me, holding me tightly while I exploded into her, both of us coming undone in the most violent yet beautiful way.
“Fuck,” I said, breathlessly. “Damn, I love you.”
