Chapter Twenty-Nine
Garrick walked over to his phone and pressed a few buttons. “Nixon. Shaw. Yes. I’m ready. Go ahead.”
The discussion continued for ten more minutes, and it seemed like it was going to take a lot longer. Though I knew Garrick needed to work, I wanted my husband.
A naughty thought entered my head—one to motivate Garrick to ends things and make good on his promise to be inside me. At the window, I pulled on the tie of my dress. I turned back and saw Garrick completely engrossed in the conversation.
I hesitated. Can I do this? I caught sight of the door to his private bathroom. If I undressed and came out, it would be better. I slipped into the bathroom and closed the door. Making quick work, I removed my clothes and placed them on the black granite counter top.
I stared at myself in the mirror. Leave on the undergarments or take them off? Biting my lip, I unsnapped my bra and let it fall to the floor. My nipples needed to be touched.
Bra off.
Panties on.
Red heels on.
Fluffing my hair, I felt wanton.
I can do this.
Quietly, I left the bathroom. Garrick remained completely engrossed in his conversation regarding profit and loss for one of his new divisions. I walked closer, careful not to make a sound.
I was practically naked.
In his office.
There were people outside the door.
And I wanted him to fuck me.
In his office.
Garrick faced the opposite direction as he pored over some papers on his desk. Before he turned around, I sat on his desk and crossed my legs. I rubbed one of my nipples between my fingers. The small touch only electrified my need.
“That’s improvement. I—” He stopped when he turned around and saw me. His eyes devoured me, sending little sparks of awareness along my skin. His mouth grew slack and his eyes darkened.
From the phone he still held, I could hear voices on the other end of line.
“Yes, I’m still here. I want new projections on my desk by lunchtime tomorrow.”
He motioned for me to lie back.
“Now?” I silently mouthed.
Nodding, he mouthed back, “Now. Lie back.”
For a moment, I hesitated, and Garrick raised his eyebrow in challenge. After all, I’d started this. Feeling risqué, I licked my finger and traced it down my chest. There was a slight growl from the back of Garrick’s throat as I oh-so-slowly leaned back. Two taps on my inner thigh and I spread them. I touched my clit and nearly bucked off the desk. His hand steadied me. Lazily, I dragged my hand further down.
“One second, Nixon. Let me look at something.” He pushed a button. “Only I touch your pussy. Understand?”
“Then stop wasting time.”
He slipped a finger inside me, and I arched off the desk.
“Nixon. Yes, I’ve reviewed. See where we can improve those numbers. They aren’t making sense.” Garrick continued to speak in a level tone. I wanted him affected.
I twisted my nipples between my fingers and let out a soft moan that only Garrick would be able to hear. Another finger entered me. “I…uh…yes, that would be good.”
Victory.
In the next instance, his fingers disappeared. My eyes flew open as he untied his tie. “Hold on one more second, Nixon. I have another issue that needs my immediate attention. I’ll be right back.”
Garrick pressed the hold button again. “Hands above your head.”
Without a word, I complied. What is he doing? He wrapped the fabric around my wrists, and the tension in my body ratcheted up. This was a first—I’d never been bound before. “I think that will hold you while I finish this call. I control all your pleasure right now.”
“Yes. Please. Hurry.”
The need to orgasm intensified as I envisioned the complete control Garrick had over me. I pulled the restraints to test their strength. I was secured.
He picked up another line. “Annie, this is going to take a while. Go ahead and go. Yes, I’ll tell her. She’s tied up with something at the moment. Very good. Thank you.”
My mouth dropped open at the devilish grin on his face as he hung up the phone. “You’ll have to be quiet while I finish. I’ll stop if you make any noise. No one else hears your pleasure, either.”
His finger flicked my nipple, and I moaned.
“Quiet,” Garrick commanded.
“Touch me.”
“Go ahead, Nixon.” He leaned down and sucked on my nipple; his free hand grazed my clit barely…driving me crazy.
I moved my hips to get more friction, and he stilled. In panic, my eyes shot to his. He mouthed, “Quiet.”
Nodding, I waited for him to resume. His hand resumed its teasing stroke.
I wanted to move, but the tie restricted my movement. “That’s unacceptable.” A finger pushed in, and his thumb rubbed my clit. I wanted more, needed more.
I bit my lip to keep from making any noise. Lying on the desk without his touch until the call ended would be torture.
Something warm and wet touched my skin. I glanced up. Garrick’s head was between my legs, and I shuddered when he licked me again.
Oh. My. Word.
The lower part of my stomach tensed as the orgasm built within me.
“That’s fine. Go ahead with the findings. Then we’ll have to resume in the morning.”
Garrick pushed a button and transferred the call to an earpiece. Repositioning himself between my legs, he licked me again. I wrapped my legs around his neck and held him to me.
Please. Please. Please.
The desire became acute as I moved my body against his tongue, riding his face.
With one more lick, I fell off the deep end. A hand covered my mouth, reminding me to be quiet.
“The goal is aggressive, considering the actuals.”
I was too caught up in my orgasm to pay much attention. How did Garrick follow the conversation?
I opened my eyes and watched as he undid his belt buckle and unzipped his pants. The tip of his dick sought my entrance, but he remained just outside, teasing my flesh. I wanted to groan in frustration.
“We’ll resume this conversation tomorrow once you have the revised numbers. Noon. Very good.”
He ended the call quite casually given the circumstances. “I think I might want you in my office like this, with your delicious body at my disposal every day.”
I writhed against the tie, needing him inside me. “Please, Garrick. More. I want more.”
His tip barely pushed in. “Like this?”
“All the way.”
In one solid thrust, Garrick entered me.
It was heaven. Pure heaven.
I wrapped my legs around his waist. “Garrick, faster. Fuck me.”
His speed picked up, his thrusts hitting the perfect spot inside me. The veins in Garrick’s neck stood out. There was nothing sexier than seeing him still in his business attire, ravaging me on his desk.
His thumb touched my clit, detonating another orgasm and sending me over the edge. Garrick stilled, spilling himself into me as the shudders rolled through my body.
Garrick collapsed on me, and our labored breathing filled the air. “That was amazing, Knoah.”
“Definitely a bucket-list item.”
He chuckled. “Couldn’t agree more.”