Not one to disobey—much—I do as I’m told and take him back in my mouth.
It doesn’t take long before my jaw relaxes as I sense him close to the edge before I take him as deep as I can and use my throat muscles to constrict against his cock.
He shouts out my name and then bathes the back of my throat with his come. I pull back slightly when he keeps coming so I don’t choke. I continue to slowly move my mouth up and down his shaft, waiting for the last twitch before licking the tip once more and pulling him from my mouth.
He doesn’t move when I back up and crawl out from under his desk. When I stand, I look down at him and feel a rush of power from what I’ve done. He’s slouched in his chair, his head resting against the back and his eyes closed.
I turn and walk to the bathroom in the corner to wash my hands and fix my hair and makeup before returning to his office, finding him standing and tucking his semi-hard cock back into his pants.
“Not that I’m complaining, but what was that for?” he questions, color still high on his cheeks.
“No reason. You looked tense, and I couldn’t have that.”
He laughs, the sound like a low rumble of thunder, and walks toward me. “Next time you’re in deep concentration on one of your paintings, I’m going to have a lot of fucking fun returning the favor, baby.”
I sway in his arms and lick my lips, his eyes following the movement of my tongue.
“I just have to get payroll submitted and then we’re out of here. I’m going to fuck you hard all night.”
“Promises, promises.”
He kisses my forehead, and after another moment of searching my eyes, he walks back to the desk.
“Do you mind if I head down to get a drink at the bar?”
He pauses, half down in his seat before nodding. “Let me text Shane and have him send someone up to escort you. I don’t want you fighting through that crowd on your own.”
I nod. “Thanks, love.”
He presses a few buttons on his phone, and I wait for someone, who is security I’m assuming, to come up. It takes almost ten minutes, but finally a mountain of a man enters the office after a brief knock. His black shirt says SECURITY in bold white letters.
“Sir?”
Nate looks up and frowns slightly. “Are you new?”
“Yes, sir,” he replies, his tone dark.
“Joe, right?”
The huge man gives a grunt in response.
“Right, well, Joe, this is my girl, and she wants to head down for a drink. Make sure she gets to the bar without any trouble. Shane knows you’re coming and is waiting for her at the main bar.”
Another noise from Joe.
“Love you, honey,” I call to Nate and walk over to the scary-as-hell Joe.
“Love you too, Ember.”
Joe doesn’t speak. He gives me about two seconds of attention, his ice-blue eyes sweeping my whole body in about a second, before turning to open the door. I step out with one last wave to Nate and wait for Joe to close the door and lead the way. If I know Nate, he’s now standing behind that wall of black windows, watching our every move.
The crowd might have looked crazy from his office, but being down here and trying to move around takes it to a whole new level. I keep my eyes trained on Joe as he seems to part the sea of people with no effort at all. It’s as if they sense the danger coming toward them and want to get as far away as possible.
We make it to the bar with no issue, and after a nod to Shane, Joe walks away and over to the entrance to the holding room. His back goes to the wall as his massive arms cross over his chest. Whoever hired him did one hell of a job on making sure they had not only the muscle but the fear factor as well.
“Hey, Ember,” Shane yells over the music.
“Hey!”
“What can I make you?”
With a smile, hoping Nate is still watching, I point up to the sign where my drink is still written above the bar. Shane laughs, shakes his head, and turns to get everything he needs.
Once the flames stop, I take the drink down quickly, and this time, ask Shane to just make me something fruity. He gets busy and I turn around to survey the crowd. I smile when I take in everything around me. I still think it’s a beast, but this beast is just proof of how successful my man is and I couldn’t be more proud of him.
The music changes and my eyes widen when the dance floor I just walked around seems to come alive and not in a good way. Bodies start colliding, and it isn’t long before I hear someone screams something about a fight. I look around, seeing Joe start stalking into the fury, but I lose him the second he enters the tangling bodies.
I was just about to turn around and ask Shane to get me back up to Nate when I feel someone bump my side. I jump when something pokes me in the ribs and turn to look up at the man next to me.
What I see has my heart seizing in raw fear.