by Sophia Renny
“Oh?”
“I’ve been, um, practicing.”
His mouth kicked up on one side in a devilish expression. “Yeah? What kind of practice?”
“Let’s just say that it involved bananas, maybe the occasional cucumber.”
His fingers tightened against her back. The skin over his cheekbones was stretched taut. His nostrils flared. “So many firsts I’ve given you, sugar,” he murmured. “Are you sure you’re ready for that one?”
“I believe I’m game.” And before he could say another word, before she could second-guess her actions, she slid off of his lap, dropping to her knees in front of him. She placed her hands on his inner thighs, pushing his legs apart so she could sidle in between them. Her face felt like it was on fire as she brought one hand to the bulge in his pants and gently massaged the rigid evidence of his desire.
Jason arched his head back, his eyes rolling up to the ceiling. “Christ almighty.”
Guessing that she was on the right track, she slid a finger along the edge of his fly, toying with the zipper before slowly and carefully pulling it down. She had to remind herself to breathe as she slid her hand under the flap. She felt the head of his penis just below the band of his underwear. She rubbed her thumb across it, smiling as she felt him twitch under her inquisitive touch.
Jason hissed through his clenched teeth. He muttered something indecipherable as he raised his hips off the sofa and pulled his pants and underwear down to mid-thigh in one firm tug. He unbuttoned his shirt with shaking hands, moving the material out of the way. His penis arched up proudly towards his navel. It was fully engorged, slightly darker than the rest of his skin, the head a dark, rosy color. As she watched in fascination, a drop of white liquid emerged from the slit. She was scarcely aware of reaching out to touch it until she felt the liquid between her thumb and forefinger. She brought her finger to her mouth, tasting it, tasting him, salty, tangy, all man.
“Oh, fuck,” Jason growled. “That is just about the hottest thing I’ve seen in my life.” He put one hand behind her neck, gently bringing her head down. “I need your mouth on me, Maggie. That sweet, gorgeous, sexy mouth. Suck me.”
She wrapped one hand around him, delighting in the deceivingly soft cushion over the steel core. Her fingers traced the vein that ran down one side. Another drop of moisture glistened at the tip. She slid her palm over it, using it as a lubricant as she moved her hand up and down his glorious length. With one hand still at her neck, he brought the other around to cover hers. “Like this,” he whispered, showing her how hard to squeeze, setting the pace.
Tentatively at first, she flicked her tongue against his slit, took timid forays around the head. But when he groaned with pleasure and his fingers tunneled restlessly through her hair, she grew more assertive. She’d read about this, about how powerful this could make a woman feel, knowing that she literally held her man’s pleasure in the palm of her hand.
Her man. Her man. No other woman was going to experience the joy of touching him and tasting him like this. That certainty, that conviction thrilled her to her core, giving impetus to her gestures as she squeezed him tighter and took him into her mouth.
Jason’s groans escalated as she widened her mouth, flattening her tongue and opening her throat to take him as deep as she could. She gagged a little but quickly surrendered to the instinct to breathe through her nose. She wrapped her lips around his hard heat, drawing him in.
“Fuck…Holy…That feels so good.”
She released him from her mouth with a popping sound. Her eyes smiled coyly up at him as she traced her tongue just below the head of his shaft. His hips arched off the sofa, revealing just how much he liked that particular touch. She did it again, then replaced her tongue with the pad of her thumb, rubbing that spot while she continued to explore.
“Can you…uh…squeeze my balls? Yeah, just like that. Oh, God.”
She squeezed and licked and tasted, lost in the delight she was bringing him and herself. When her fingers found the ultra-sensitive patch of skin just below his testicles, Jason practically leaped off of the sofa. “I’m about to come, sugar,” he moaned.
Hearing the half warning, half plea in his voice, she drew him into her mouth again, eager to take this brand new experience to its full fruition. He fisted his hand around hers, quickening the tempo, his breathing growing more harsh and rapid. Maggie kept her eyes slanted up to his face as he suddenly went rigid; his eyes squeezed tight, his mouth opened in a soundless shout of pleasure as he pumped his release over her tongue and down her throat.
She swallowed his essence, savoring the evidence of his bliss. Her blood pounded in her veins. Knowing that she’d brought him to such a state of rapture made her feel more womanly—more powerfully feminine—than anything else they’d shared together until that moment. That he would trust her to take him in hand, that he would surrender himself so completely to her was profoundly gratifying.
She continued to lick at him until he softened. She gave one final kiss to the tip before tucking him back into place. She rested her chin on his thigh and gazed up at him. His eyes were two pinpoints of light under drooping eyelids. He looked so hedonistic at that moment—so like a debauched sultan just pleasured by his harem girl—that she shook with quiet laughter.
Jason tangled his fingers in her hair, tugging slightly. “Come here, you.”
She knelt upright then gave a tiny shriek of laughter when he hauled her up and over his lap. Holding her in his fiercely burning gaze, he shoved his hand under her dress, finding his way inside of her panties with relentless ease. “You’re so wet,” he muttered. “Did you enjoy sucking my cock, sugar? Did it excite you?”
“Yes. Yes. Oh, Jason…”
He buried two fingers into her soaking channel at the same time as he covered her mouth with his, his tongue lunging inside, matching the depth and pace of his fingers as he brought her to a swift and devastating orgasm.
She sagged against him, completely drained, watching as he brought his fingers to his mouth and sucked, his eyes never leaving hers until he’d tasted every last drop of her juices. He kissed her again, sharing her taste with her. Then he kissed her cheeks, her eyelashes, her forehead. He wrapped his arms tightly around her. His heart pounded heavily against her breasts.
“Maggie,” he said softly. “Maggie. I love you.”
She curled her hands around his neck, kissed his throat, his cheek, his ear. “I love you, too, Jason,” she whispered. “But…”
He froze. “But what?
“Can you please say that to me again in another hour? I’ve heard that proclamations made during or immediately after sex aren’t always to be trusted.”
His chest shook with laughter. He swatted her butt. “You little minx.”
She matched her breathing to his as they sat entwined. A smile curved her mouth when, after another minute or two, he grasped the nape of her neck and brought his mouth to her ear. “I love you, Maggie mine,” he said with sweet ferocity. “Don’t ever doubt it.”
All in all, Rob was to tell her later, she and Jason had been gone for a full hour. It had taken them a while to get cleaned up in his executive bathroom, each of them surrendering to fits of helpless laughter as they helped each other put on a neat and tidy appearance that would give no clue as to the hanky panky that had gone on behind Jason’s locked office door.
Maggie was all blushed out for the moment, thank God. She managed to project a demure, professional calm as Jason held the conference door open for her before following her into the room. He guided her to the chair at his right before taking the seat at the head of the table.
“Well,” Rob said heartily as he returned to his seat. “Have all of your questions been answered?”
“Yes. I’m very satisfied with the conversation I had with Maggie.”
Under the table, Jason’s shoe-clad foot slid alongside hers.
“Excellent,” Rob replied. He gave Maggie a look. She gave a slight shrug. She stil
l didn’t know if Jason was going to buy their campaign or not. Honestly, it was the last thing on her mind.
“Would you play the television spot one more time,” Jason directed.
Kayla jumped up from her seat and hit the play button on the DVD player. Maggie watched as the commercial unfolded. A handsome man sits alone in a secluded lounge, a bottle of Jagz vodka at his elbow, a half-full glass in his hand. A beautiful woman walks towards him. She pretends to drop something. She picks it up and places it on his table. Zoom in on a note, an invitation to her room, a key. Room 1208. In the next shot, he’s knocking on her hotel room door. She opens it. A sultry look is exchanged. She draws him inside. The door closes. Final shot, a close-up of a bottle of Jagz vodka on a nightstand next to a man’s watch and a woman’s silk stocking. Fade out.
Everyone was quiet after the commercial ended. Jason leaned back in his chair, elbows resting on the arms, his hands pressed together under his chin. He surveyed the room, his gaze settling on Tim. “I like it,” he said.
There was an audible breath of relief throughout the room. Mike pumped his fist in the air. Kayla put her hand over Rob’s, a brief squeeze before releasing it. Only Tim appeared unmoved. “But?” he asked, looking Jason straight in the eye.
The room fell silent again.
“But it needs to be more,” Jason stated.
“More?” This from Rob.
“I like the overall storyline,” Jason said. “But I want more.”
Looking at his cool, calm demeanor no one would ever guess that he was rubbing his foot against Maggie’s under the table. He looked at everyone but her as he went on. “I want to take things further, create different episodes that continue the story of these two strangers. I want people to look forward to the next installment. What’s going to happen next?”
Tim nodded his head. “I like it. We can take the storyline in several directions, though. Did you have a particular outcome in mind?”
Jason seemed to ponder this for a few moments. “End the first episode with the man standing outside the woman’s hotel room door, poised to knock. Episode two finds her alone in the hotel room, but it’s clear they’ve spent the night together. He’s left a note on her pillow. She reads it and smiles. End episode two. Episode three sees them meeting again at another hotel, maybe in an airport bar. Is it planned? Or is it just coincidence? And so on.”
“I like this,” Rob said. “It will be kind of like a soap opera. We’ll make each commercial enticing enough that viewers will be on the edge of their seats. This can translate really well in the print ads, too. What do you think, Maggie?”
“Sure. I—we can definitely make this work.” She nodded at Kayla, including her in the process. For the first time since they’d met, Kayla gave Maggie a genuine smile.
Jason swiveled his chair around to face Maggie, pulling her attention back to him. “I know how I’d like the first series of commercials to end, Maggie.” His eyes glowed with tenderness, belying the smooth CEO exterior he presented to the others. “Picture this. The man and the woman are in another lounge, someplace elegant, a jazz club, perhaps. Plush velvet booth, soft music playing in the background. They’re drinking Jagz vodka, of course.”
Maggie’s mouth twitched. “Of course.”
Tenderness deepened into a look of love so profound it made her breathless.
“Then,” Jason said, his gaze unwavering. “He pushes a small box across the table. It’s a jewelry box. She looks at the box, then up at him. Is this what she thinks it is? She blushes. She opens the box. It’s an engagement ring. He takes it out of the box and slips it on her finger. She looks at him with her heart in her eyes, nodding her acceptance.” He swallowed. His voice turned raspy. “What do you think, Maggie?”
Her heart lurched. She couldn’t speak.
“Maybe we can do more episodes after that, continue their story,” Jason went on, sounding like he’d just run a long race. His eyes never left hers. She felt like they were the only two people in the room. “We’ll show their wedding day, their country home in Connecticut, the birth of their first child, maybe their first fight?” His features took on a radiant glow. “I like that idea. They have a fight and they make up in a hotel room. Room twelve oh eight. It will always circle back to that room for these two. They’ll never forget that moment they first met, never forget the passion of that first night, a passion that will only become deeper and stronger as they grow old together. What do you think, Maggie? Yes or no?”
Love shining from her eyes, Maggie nodded her head and smiled.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Sophia Renny loves Romance, Chocolate, and Pinot Noir. When she’s not writing about strong yet vulnerable men and the women who love them she can be found enjoying the great outdoors of northwest Montana.
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