I hit the back of her throat and she gagged, but quickly readjusted so she could take me further without discomfort. My knees shook as my release neared. I buried both my hands in her now wild and messy hair, the blond strands spilling over my fingers.
“Can I cum in your mouth?” I sounded breathless. Almost desperate, and I surprised myself by asking for her permission rather than demanding her obedience.
She appeared surprised as well by my request, and her gaze softened as she nodded. My heart was pounding, but it wasn’t just because I was on the verge or orgasming harder than he ever had before.
As I stared down into her bright brown eyes, I realized that, somehow, this woman had dug her way into my heart without me even knowing it. Even knowing what I did about her didn’t kill my feelings. I wanted this woman for my own. I wanted her to surrender her heart and soul to me, not just her body.
But how the fuck can I keep her if I can’t trust her?
I blocked the thought from my mind. I could sort that all out later. Now, I just wanted this. This connection with her. This blissful moment when she took everything that I had to give her.
“I’m close, Winter,” I said through gritted teeth. “Fuck, you’re so good. So—”
My orgasm ripped through me with such force, my knees almost buckled. I clutched her head as I pumped into her hot mouth, and she drank me down with an enthusiasm that nearly knocked me to the floor. When I was spent, I slowly pulled my cock free of her lips. Her tongue followed me to catch the last dribbles.
Falling back against my desk, I fought to catch my breath. Winter pushed to her feet with a smirk. It was clear she was fully aware of the affect she had on me. Her hair was a mess around her head, her bun completely ruined. Her lipstick was ruined and her mascara runny, but she had never looked so triumphant. She sauntered closer as she buttoned herself back up.
“Well, I believe I’ve learned my lesson quite thoroughly, sir. Thank you.” She touched her head to feel hair and laughed. “Would you mind if I used your bathroom to clean myself up? I don’t think it’d be wise for me to go out into the hall like this.”
I nodded, my brain still too scrambled to think of any other response. She shot me a shy smile as she moved to walk past.
I wasn’t sure what possessed me to do what I did next. I acted on pure instinct, reaching out and snagging her wrist to pull her back to me.
“Sir? Wha—?”
I cut her off with a kiss, pressing my lips to hers and taking us both by surprise. It wasn’t a lust-crazed joining. I was tender with her, cupping her face with a gentle touch as I molded our mouths together. After a moment of hesitation, she sighed and leaned into me, her hands sliding up to clutch my shoulders.
When I pulled back, breaking the kiss, her eyes were hooded, and her expression was dazed.
“McAllister Holdings is holding a gala this evening at the Contemporary Art Museum. Come with me, Winter.” Again, it was more of a request than a command. I hadn’t planned on inviting her. Hadn’t planned on going anywhere in public with her until I’d uncovered the full truth about why she was here. Yet, looking at her now, feeling what I felt for her, I’d blurted the invitation without fully realizing what I was saying. I stared at her expectantly, waiting for her answer, hoping she said yes of her own free will.
Her gaze was wide and baffled as she stared back. Her lips parted, but no words came out. I worried she’d reject me. Tell me I was a good lay, but nothing more.
It was a relief, then, when her mouth turned up into a small smile.
“Yes.”
A simple answer spoken in a soft voice, but it filled me with more joy than I thought I had a right to fell.
“Very good,” I murmured.
We held each other’s gazes for several seconds more before she backed away. I could tell by her expression that she was confused, but her grin remained in place. I didn’t release her hand until the last possible moment, our fingertips grazing before she turned to hurry into the bathroom. She cast me one last, stunned look over her shoulder before closing the door behind her.
I tucked my dick back into my pants and buttoned myself back up with a shake of my head and a stupid grin on my face. What was happening to me? I’d never acted like this with a woman before. I ran a shaky hand through my hair.
“Fuck me,” I murmured. “What do I do now?”
I wanted Ms. Rivers, but I didn’t know if it was possible given her deceptions. I needed to know what was driving her. What was her endgame? There were too many loose ends at present for me to feel comfortable moving forward with her. Too many variables and outside forces at play.
I needed some assistance to clean this mess up.
With a frustrated growl, I moved around my desk to my phone and dialed Ivan’s number.
It was time to call in a fixer.
11
Winter