With two steps, he’s towering over me. My head tips back to take in all his agitated glory.
“You know what I’m sick of, Summer?” His hand comes to my throat, fluttering over the skin so gently that I arch toward him to increase the pressure.
“What’s that?”
“Having you think I’m out fucking everything that moves when I’ve looked at nothing and no one since the first day I laid eyes on you. I stepped into that godforsaken boardroom, and you practically demanded I become obsessed with you.”
I gasp for air, rendered speechless.
His finger pads stroke my neck with such tenderness that I blink up at him, more emotional than I banked on.
“Do you know what else I’m fucking sick of?”
“What?” My question is a breath, a whisper—a plea.
His hand moves up, and his thumb pushes down firmly on my chin, gently forcing my mouth open wide. There’s something crude about it, but the way he’s looking at me as he does it has me trembling with anticipation, my pussy wet and slick when I squeeze my thighs together.
“Having to spend all day, every day, with you and this smart mouth...” His spare hand yanks the can of whipping cream from my sweaty grip. He holds it up, hitting me with the most sinful grin.
“And not being able to use it the way I want to. To fill it the way I want to.” His voice is husky, but I barely have time to register it because the whoosh of the pressurized cream filling my mouth permeates the air between us.
When he stops, he presses my chin back up, closing my mouth. “How does that taste, Princess?”
“Mm,” is all I can manage as my tastebuds dance with the creamy sweetness, while every nerve ending dances with scorching electricity.
“Good girl. You wish that was my cum, don’t you?” A strangled whimper lodges in my throat as I nod back at him, trapped in his amber gaze. Then he leans in close, breath damp against my lips and growls, “Swallow, Summer.”
Sharp anticipation races through my veins, and I make this desperate little moaning sound as I swallow for him. “Are we done playing games now?” His voice is heavy, full of promise, raising the hair on my arms.
I nod, nervously licking at my lips and unable to drop his gaze.
“Good.” His thumb strokes the sensitive spot beneath my ear as he grips the back of my neck. “Now, tell me honestly, Summer. If this were your last moment on earth, what would you want me to do?”
I don’t even need to think about it. I know what I want from him.
“Ruin me.”
“Good. I’m about fucking done being a gentleman with you. And the only thing I’m ruining you for is anyone else.”
He swipes his key card and shoves us through the door.
And it looks like I’m going to his room after all.