On The Rocks

“That’s true, but—”

“But, nothing. It never crossed my mind the importance of a set deadline. I had no clue. So the easy solution is we redo the contract and budget in the extra time you’ll need.”

“Yeah, but in about another week, I could have it finished.”

“At what price?” I ask gently. “You’re killing yourself and for no good reason. It’s an easy solution.”

Gabby pulls that bottom lip in between her teeth and starts nibbling, a sure sign she’s considering my solution.

“So we just redo the contract?” she asks skeptically.

“Duh,” I tell her. “Isn’t that what would happen on any other project?”

“Yes,” she says, sounding defeated and a little embarrassed.

“Good. It’s settled then. Now let’s get you back to my place so you can get a few more hours of sleep.”

She looks at me with a smile that’s somewhat feral and a whole lot of hot. “I’m not tired.”

My eyebrows raise at the husky tone to her voice. “You’re not?” I tease. “Want to do something else when we get back home?”

She shakes her head and lowers her eyes shyly. “I want to do something here.”

“Here?” I rasp out and, all of a sudden, a million dirty things I want to do to her come to mind. I eye the pool table, and I know that’s exactly where we’ll get started.

We step toward each other and her hands come up behind my head, pulling me down for a kiss. I engage her for just a moment and then pull away, grabbing her hand and leading her toward the pool table. She pulls back against me though, so I stop and turn to look at her in question.

“Thank you,” she says.

“For what?”

“For looking out for me.”

Then she stuns me by dropping to her knees in front of me, undoing my pants. She pulls them down past my hips and, since I went commando, my erection that had built quickly once I looked at the pool table pops free.

She takes me in her hands and starts stroking me, eliciting a heavy groan from deep within my chest. I look down at her and drag my finger across her cheek. “Is this the way you thank me for looking out for you?”

Smiling, she looks up at me, never once missing a stroke against my dick. “No, this is just because I want you in my mouth.”

Holy. Fuck.

Her words alone practically have my legs giving way, but then her mouth is on me and I have to lean my hand against the sawhorse to keep steady.

“Shit, Gabby. That feels good.”

She hums against my dick as she moves her mouth up and down my length, reaching between my legs and gently squeezing my balls. It feels so fucking good, and I know exactly how it’s going to feel shooting down her throat because she gave me the best damn blow job the other night.

But I find myself still thinking of the pool table, so I bend down to slide my hands under her arms and lift her from the ground. She makes a sound of dismay as I slip free from her mouth, and it takes all of my willpower not to put my hand on top of her head and push her back down.

Instead, I lift her up, wrap her legs around my waist, and walk over to the pool table, sitting her down on it. It takes me just moments to disrobe her, and when she’s naked, I put my hand against her chest and push her back. She has to tilt her head to the side to avoid the pool light hanging low, but then she’s laid out before me with her body lit up from the glow above her.

Smoothing my hands up her stomach and over her breasts, I tell her, “You are the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen.”