“Oh fuck, baby, bring that pussy here.”
My moans intensify, his face buried between my legs while my mouth wraps around his cock. With every sordid lick, I take him in deeper, both of us competing against each other in this sick and twisted game we are playing.
“Lex, I can’t… take it anymore, I’m going to…” My body begins shaking. Frantically, I grab his cock, sucking it hard while I ride the orgasmic wave to another climatic finish.
Catching my breath with him buried in my mouth, the familiar taste hits the back of my throat, and succumbing to my own fantasies, I savor every last drop.
Once again, we lay silently trying to come up for much-needed air. My arms are like jelly, but I manage to climb off of him, collapsing on the desk beside him as I stare at the ceiling trying to calm the adrenaline running through me.
“When did you get the tattoo?” he questions with a low voice.
“Back in college.”
“What is it?”
“A phoenix.”
He pulls my body up, handing me my clothes. I’m feeling self-conscious, quick to bring my blouse to my chest. Beside me, he begins removing his shirt.
“Why are you taking your shirt off now?”
Watching him expose his chest, my jaw unwillingly drops at the sight of his tattoo, inked above his perfectly sculpted abs. Without thinking, I reach out, running my fingertips along it. The design is some sort of tribal tattoo, but when I look closely, the shadow is of a lion. It runs down the side of his torso and along his ribcage.
“Lions are a sign of power,” I mumble to myself, mesmerized by the amount of detail.
“Yes, they are, and the phoenix?”
I don’t want to discuss it, not now, not here when I’m so vulnerable.
“It’s late,” I tell him. “We need to go.”
He doesn’t push me for answers, instead helping me tidy my desk as I shut down the computer. With my purse in hand, I pick up my phone and see the text message on the screen.
Batman: Remember Batman has all these fancy tricks up his sleeve if you need a pick me up.
Lex glances my way, watching me read the message, though this time, ignoring it. My phone begins to buzz in my hand.
Adriana. Shit, I forgot!
I place her on speakerphone, so Lex doesn’t question me. “Adriana.”
“Charlie, I’m in your lobby! The doorman said he could let me up, but I thought I’d call you first.”
“I’m sorry, Adriana, I got caught up in something. Tell Jean he can let you in my apartment. I’ll be there in fifteen minutes.”
“Okay, sweet, see ya soon.”
Lex grins, bowing his head.
“Why are you smiling like that?” I ask, unable to hide my smile.
Seeing him smile makes my heart flutter stupidly. That arrogant prick is so fucking beautiful.
“You know Adriana is going to ask you a million questions, right? She’ll want nine years’ worth of information in the space of an hour.”
“I know. I wouldn’t expect anything less from her.”
We enter the elevator. I lean over, attempting to push the ground floor button. My hand is rudely pushed away. Lex slams his finger on the stop button.