Breakfast
(Liam)
“I’ve never gone this long without thinking about work,” Darcy says.
I chuckle, and say, “Neither have I. I usually work hundred-hour weeks. And here we are, on day two together.”
“Same,” she says, laughing.
Even though we’ve been drinking Champagne all night, neither of us is drunk because of the amount of time it’s been spread over. But I have just enough buzz to want this to keep going, whether that’s from the alcohol or Darcy is difficult to tell. I suspect it’s Darcy.
I’m sure it’s Darcy.
Without saying anything more, I release her from my grasp and stand. I make my way back into the wine room, looking back at Darcy through the glass wall once I’m inside.
I turn away and choose another bottle to open. As I pop the cork, the door opens and Darcy walks over to me.
“Isn’t it a little early for that?”
“Early. Late. Who cares?”
“It’s, like, six in the morning.”
“We can add some orange juice if it’ll make you feel better. There’s nothing wrong with drinking mimosas on a Sunday morning.”
“You are bad,” she says, playfully pushing on my chest. “I’m supposed to be working on strategies for the charity today.”
“Yeah?” I say, closing the distance between us. “I thought we already solved your charity’s issues, so looks like your day just opened up.”
The air in here is cool, set to fifty-five degrees for the wine, and Darcy’s nipples poke into me through the cotton bathrobe.
“And your day? What’re you supposed to be working on?” Darcy brushes the side of her head against my cheek, her soft hair catching in my stubble.
“I’ve cleared my schedule. The only thing I’m working on today is you.”
Darcy looks at me, fighting a smile by biting her lips between her teeth.
Turning away, I pour the Champagne into two new glasses and pass her one. I fill my mouth with the bubbles, and pull her into me with my other hand.
Leaning, I crush my lips against hers. As she parts her lips, I fill her mouth with the Champagne in mine, and we kiss without swallowing. The liquid fizzes in our mouths as our tongues move around each other’s.
I slip my hand into her robe, running it over the fleshy curve of her hip. As I caress her soft skin, I realize this will be the first full day in years I can remember without doing any work at all. How can I when something better has finally presented itself to me?
She presented herself to me in some bizarre twist of fate. I’m not foolish enough to turn away from that. I can hire people to do my work, what I need now is time. As much time as possible to spend with Darcy.
The challenge will be in getting her to see the same way. She works as hard as I do. Can two workaholics really lose their addiction this easily? Plus she’ll be concerned about money. And her charity.
Even though I have enough for half the world’s population, she’s going to be too proud to accept anything I have, I know she is. Otherwise she wouldn’t be who she is, the MBA who knows more about the family business than anyone else.
My dick twitches just thinking about her in the boardroom. I’d like to see her give me a presentation, then bend her over the board table and fuck her stupid.
I set my glass on the shelf and ram my fingers through her hair. She gasps, a sound that fully hardens my dick. I back her up against the racks of red wine, not giving one fuck that the wall holds wine worth tens of thousands of dollars.
She grunts when her back hits the bottle tops, framed by heavy wood shelving.
“Wait,” she says, squirming her head away from me and placing her free hand on my chest.
“I need to fuck you,” I growl through gritted teeth.
“It’s my turn.”
“Your turn for what?”
Darcy doesn’t answer me. Not with words. She kisses down my neck and across my pecs. Her hand pushes between us, and grips my cock. Squirming, I step back to give her space and she drops to her knees, still holding her glass.
Tingles burst over my balls as I imagine my cock in her mouth.
“God, it’s huge,” she says, kissing up my shaft.
I grunt from the fucking bliss of her soft lips on me, and grip the heavy wood shelving for support against the way she makes me feel.
“I’ve been dying to get to touch you all night.”
“No one was stopping you.”
Her eyes looking up at me, she takes a mouthful of her Champagne. She holds her head level, and tilts my cock with her hand. Closing her mouth over me, the bubbles fizz over the sensitive head of my dick, making me gasp.
Darcy swirls her tongue around me, firing up the bubbles. Some of the liquid runs down my shaft, and trickles over my balls, setting every bit of me on high fucking alert for this woman.
She keeps taking more mouthfuls, setting the fresh bubbles off on my skin, making my back tense with the sensations.
I fucking love the way she can take control. Just like I knew she could. She’s a leader, a great business mind. And the sexiest fucking woman I’ve ever had my dick in.
She takes as much of me as she can deep into her mouth, closing her lips around me. Fondling my balls with her fingers. Gripping my ass with her other hand.
It’s too fucking much.
My mind runs over how the rest of the day will go. Of all the places in my apartment I want to take her in. To pound into her wet pussy until she screams my name in ecstasy. My real name.
I’m going to make her stay here tonight. Fuck work in the morning. I want to hold her in my arms in bed tonight. Shower with her in the morning.
This is too good, and the screaming of my cock drags me from my thoughts. I swallow, wanting to delay this, but knowing I won’t be able to much longer.
My hands reach for something else to grip, the left one settles on the neck of a bottle. In the intensity, I accidentally yank it from the shelf, and it smashes on the floor beside us. Glass shards fly everywhere, and liquid spatters up my leg and probably on Darcy too but neither of us reacts.
Needing something else in my hands, I reach down and grip her silky hair. Her soft, silky hair that I love having between my fingers.
“You’re going to make me come,” I grunt.
Darcy moans through her throat. It’s so high pitched that I think the glasses will shatter. Or at very least, I’ll shatter. Maybe I already have.
This is crazy.
I’ve never felt these things before. I never thought I ever would.
I don’t know how to react, other than by clenching my hands around her head and filling her mouth with my come.
She laps it up eagerly, moaning and licking all over me. Sucking back everything I give her.
My chest heaving, I haul her off her knees, and half carry her out of the cold room away from the broken bottle and spilled wine and onto the comfort of the sofa.
“All day,” I say between breaths, “You’re staying here all day. You can go in the morning, if you can walk.”