Fuck she’s beautiful. Without fail, I fail a pulse of desire between my legs.
Will I get used to this? It’s becoming embarrassing.
“Charlie?” I question.” As much as I want to see you, and believe me, I’d prefer to spend the next hour with you rather than old men in suits; I have a director’s meeting in 10 minutes.”
“Hey,” she says, and my expression softens. “I wanted to thank you for the nice flowers.” “You’re welcome, beautiful. Happy birthday.” Her lips part, and she looks unsure of herself.
My intercom buzzes, and I press to talk.
“Mr. McMillon is in reception. Shall I get him escorted to the boardroom, sir?” “Yes, please,” I confirm to Michelle as Charlie walks around my desk.
I push my chair back, thinking she’s going to kiss me. Instead, she sinks to her knees in front of me, pushing my legs apart.
An involuntary rush of breath escapes my lips.
What the fuck?
Here? Now?
“What the fuck are you doing, Charlie?”
She puts her hands on my knees, looking up at me with fake innocence knowing exactly what she’s doing.
My dick betrays me, and the blood pounds anticipating what might happen.
Pulling down my zipper, she takes the base of my shaft in her fist and wraps her mouth around my cock.
I close my eyes, gripping the desk.
I should push her away.
I can’t.
I don’t.
She moves her mouth around my cock like she’s sucking a piece of candy.
“Baby,” I say in a strangled voice watching the swallow action in her throat.
My intercom phone buzzes, and I jab it on mute.
Her bright green eyes stare up, equally wanting to please me and own me.
My hips buck up to sink deeper into her mouth, and she uses the excuse to wrap her hands around my buttocks.
Fuck, now she has me in a hold.
I grasp her hair harder than I mean to, and she yelps a little, the humming around my cock only bringing me closer.
My teeth bite down hard on my bottom lip to stop my groaning from reaching my PA’s ears. I’m not going to last.
“I’m close.” I groan, my breath so ragged it was embarrassing.
She picks up pace, thrusting my length in and out of her mouth, staring up at me with those earnest eyes.
“I’m coming… I’m coming in your mouth.”
Both my hands grip the desk as she sucks harder, faster.
Moaning loudly, I spurt out into her mouth and watch her swallow every drop, never breaking gaze with me, before releasing me from her mouth.
“That was unexpected…but amazing.” I rasp out, adjusting myself back in my pants, willing my cock to calm down.
She looks proud of herself, and so she should. “You’re welcome.”
I pull her up to standing and kiss her softly on the neck. “Tonight,” I whisper in a daze. “We finish this tonight.”
“So you have the board meeting now?”
We both look down at the tent in my trousers, and I curse.
Never mind Tristan. HR and the board will break my nuts.
How is it that I own the company and can still get into trouble with HR?
Charlie
“So don’t mention anything?”
“No, Suze,” I repeat for the twentieth time. “Keep your mouth shut. Tristan doesn’t know yet.” “If I keep my mouth shut, will you buy dinner?” I glare at her.
“It’s my birthday. But yes, if that is the only way I will have an easy life. Keep your gob shut, and
I’ll fill it with food.”
“This is ridiculous.” Julie snorts. “It’s been two weeks since you went away for your dirty weekend. You will have to tell him sometime.”
“We are planning to…just not tonight.” I will explain. “We’re going round his house for dinner at the weekend and will tell him then. We want to get him alone.”
We are drinking cocktails in a sexy bar nestled in a basement in Soho. It’s Tuesday but looking around the heaving bar, you would be forgiven for mistaking it for a Friday.
Every night is Friday night in London.
“I’m going to freshen up,” I say, standing up. Danny, Tristan, and Jack would be here any minute. “I’ll go to the bar on my way back.” “Ladies first.”
I look up into an extremely attractive face as I queue at the bar. The smirk on his face says he knows I think he’s gorgeous.
“Thanks,” I say, flustered, giving my order to the bartender. If I wasn’t with Danny, I would be delighted at being in the presence of this godlike creature.
“What’s your name?” There’s a slight American twang to his deep raspy voice. “Charlie.” I smile. “Short for Charlotte.” “It’s your birthday today?” I do a double-take.
“How did you know that?”
He nods in the direction of the table, and I glance over to find Suze, Cat, Julie, and Stevie watching me like hawks.
“The presents on the table. I saw you unwrapping them”
I whip round to face him, lifting a brow. “Some-one’s observant.”
“You caught my eye. Charlie.” He says my name like he’s trying it on for size.
He’s confident; I’ll give him that.
“Need a hand with the drinks?” A steely voice says behind me, and I turn around to see an annoyed Danny watching my exchange with Sexy Stranger.
He leans over to reach the bar, strategically placing himself between the guy and me, taking two of the cocktails.
I take the others.
“I have to get back,” I say to Sexy Stranger in a strained voice as we walk away. This is awkward.
“I’d like to take you out, Charlie.” He calls loudly after me.
“I don’t fucking think so,” Danny growls back.
“Who the fuck is that?” He fumes, his eyes firmly locked on me.
“Just some guy that started talking to me at the bar.”
“Fuck sake.”
“Tristan will hear,” I say in a loud whisper. “Behave yourself.” “You behave.” He snaps as we are within earshot of the table.
“Hi Tristan, Jack, ” I say loudly, and Tristan and Jack turn to greet me.
“Happy birthday, sis.” Tristan sweeps me up for a hug, and Jack reaches in for a kiss on my cheek.
The waitresses circle shark-like, before, we had to wait ten minutes for someone to approach us, now, they are giving us more attention than any other table in the bar.
Typical. The Tristan, Danny, Jack effect.