“Bella, do you want to kiss Matthew?”
“Yes.”
I motion for them to go ahead. Bella approaches him and takes his hands. “I want you, Matthew. There’s nothing wrong about that. Can I have just a taste?”
He hesitates and she rubs over his jaw. “You’re so respectful. It’s sexy as hell.”
“You don’t think I’m a prude?” He asks.
“I’m not going to judge either way.”
She pushes his hair out of his face and he gives. He likes when a woman takes control. I know that. Sometimes he just needs a little push. He slowly leans down and cups the back of Bella’s head. I feel the anticipation build. His eyes flick to me before their lips meet and he pauses again. Finally, he kisses her.
He draws back after less than thirty seconds which might as well make him a saint because Bella is pure temptation. He leans down and whispers something in her ear before leaving. She shrugs when she looks at me.
“Six men, six different tastes, only one me.”
I motion her forward with my finger and she obediently follows. I tip her chin up and kiss her properly, devouring her sweet mouth, teasing her tongue with mine, nipping her bottom lip, the tip of her tongue, and taking what she so happily gives.
“You’re insatiable,” She moans as I draw back. “I’ve been good. I want you.”
“I know you do. The wait will be worth it,” I assure her. “Because I’m only going to fuck you when I absolutely can’t resist.”
She grins and strokes over my chest. “So tomorrow, I should wear a shorter skirt and a see-through top?”
“I will punish you for that,” I warn on a growl. I tug her shirt open to look over her breasts. “This view is only for us. Not for the entire sales floor.”
“You’re supposed to share, Roman.”
“With my friends, I will.” I jerk her closer. “Or have you already forgotten yesterday?”
“I haven’t.” She rubs down my slacks, finding me hard and ready to go.
I think my cock actually twitches under her hand. Knowing what her mouth can do makes me eager to put her on her knees again. She could earn a good, rough fucking with her mouth. But that’s too easy for Bella. Making her wait will remind her she’s not always going to get what she wants.
It will keep the balance of our relationship in check.
“I’m not easy, Bella.”
“You enjoy getting me horny and leaving me alone, don’t you?” She huffs, then slowly edges her skirt up over her hips. “I made myself come last night. Thinking of you fucking me with your cock instead of your fingers.”
No underwear today either. I rub my thumb over my bottom lip, trying to control myself.
“Want me to show you how I did it? I didn’t bring that toy, but I can show you with my fingers. I thought about you buried deep inside me and imagined myself blowing Gunner while Miles watched.”
“Apt,” I say, not trusting my voice.
She sits on her desk and spreads her legs, an offering. And knowing she’s this wet makes it hard to resist. She eyes me hungrily. “I don’t need more than one person at a time, Roman. I’d be happy to have you right here.” She spreads her pussy, just like I did yesterday. “Right now.”
I walk to her and tap her clit with two fingers. She jumps and bites her lip. She grips her thighs, holding them wide for me. “However you want me.”
“I want you wet and impatient tomorrow.” I close her legs. “Do you understand what that means?”
“Roman, but …”
“It means no touching yourself at all.”
“You’re kidding me.”