I take her hand and lead her back to the office, shutting the door once we are inside. I can see that she's nervous, her pulse beating rapidly right below her ear. I want to run my tongue over it, feel how fast her heart is actually beating, taste her skin and memorize every part of her.
I wait for her to say something, tell me what she desires. I made myself perfectly clear the other night when I had my face between her thighs. Now it's up to Lola to make the next move.
She clears her throat and looks down at the ground, and I watch her cheeks become even pinker. I'm embarrassing her, but I like that. I like that she's on edge, that I make her feel this way.
I step closer and lift her chin up again with my finger, wanting to look in her eyes, wanting to let her know without actually saying anything that I’ll give her whatever she wants.
She licks her lips, and I watch her tongue dart out and smooth over the pouty flesh. I want to see that mouth wrapped around my cock, her cheeks hollowed as her head moves up and down along the shaft.
“Tell me what you want, Lola. Tell me and it's yours.”
She inhales slightly, and when she exhales, her warm, sweet breath moves along my neck. She looks up at me with this wide, innocent and vulnerable expression.
“I want what we did at the office. I want more of that, want to go further.”
I watch as her pupils dilate, the darkness eating up the lighter color. I lean down close so our faces are at the same level. “Do you want me to take you back to my house, strip you naked, and touch every inch of your body?” She nods slowly, her breathing increasing. “Do you want me to spread those pretty thighs of yours, place my big fucking cock at your pussy hole, and push right through that cherry of yours?”
“Oh. God.”
She closes her eyes and I move my hand behind her head, steadying her. I feel her relax against me, and pull her impossibly closer to me. Then I move my mouth to her ear and say softly, “I'm going to pick you up tonight, take you back to my house, and fuck you until you can't walk straight.” I pull back, waiting for her to open her eyes and look at me.
There's some noise outside the office and she looks over to the side, the worry on her face clear.
“Or we can do it right here. I can push the shit off the table, bend you over, remove these little shorts of yours, and plunge my cock deep in your tight little body.”
“You really don't care if anybody hears us, or what we are doing, do you?”
I shake my head slowly. “Lola, when it comes to you I want the whole fucking world to know that you're mine and what I do with you...to you.” Then I lean in and kiss her harshly, plunging my tongue between her lips and making her see that my words are a promise. When I break away we are both breathing hard and heavy. “Tonight, Lola. Tonight you'll fully be mine.”
Chapter 11
Lola
I look in the mirror for the hundredth time. I’m so nervous. Ryker called me and told me to dress up because he was taking me out tonight. I was excited and sad at the same time. I didn’t envision us leaving the house. I had hoped…
It doesn’t matter. If Ryker wants to take me out, then I’ll be fine with that. I look at the black dress I’m wearing. It’s not really fancy, but it does look flattering on me. It’s loose and flowy, falling just below my knees. It has a V-neck that shows off just enough cleavage to be called sexy. It comes up on my arms but has these cut-out sleeves that expose my shoulders. My long hair is piled high on my head in this messy bun that somehow looks kind of classy.
Overall I think I look good, attractive and ready for tonight. But at the same time I don’t know if it screams ‘sexy, mature woman.’ Will Ryker be disappointed? I’m hoping having my hair up will make me appear older and worldlier—a woman fit to be on the arm of someone like Ryker Stone. I look at my choice of shoes. I should have just gone with the flats. After working all night the evening before, my feet hurt. Still, it’s my first night off in forever and I’m going out with the man of my dreams—and hottest fantasies. I’m not about to do half-assed on this date.
With that in mind, I slip on the glossy black heels. I’ve nicknamed them fuck-me pumps. I’ve never worn them before, but then again, I’ve never wanted to be fucked by anyone other than Ryker. Now that this night is actually happening, I’m not taking any chances.