Chapter Eighteen

BISHOP: You’re not in your office.

WILLOW: That’s a very astute observation. Am I supposed to be?

BISHOP: Our first game is in a few hours, so I assumed it was a given.

WILLOW: You know what they say about assuming.

BISHOP: Where are you?

WILLOW: I’m in Miami this week speaking at a conference. Where are you?

BISHOP:Your office. You hate public speaking.

WILLOW: And you hate me, yet sometimes we have to do things we don’t like. Get out of my office.

BISHOP: Was that a joke?

WILLOW: Was it funny?

BISHOP: I don’t hate you.

WILLOW: What do you need?

BISHOP: You.

WILLOW: Well unfortunately that’s not something I can help you with today. Everything okay?

BISHOP: It’s our first game, Willow. What do you think?

WILLOW: I’ve seen you at practice. You’re going to do amazing.

BISHOP:I can’t do this without forgetting.

WILLOW: Letting go is one thing, forgetting isn’t something I can help you with.

BISHOP: You know what I mean.

BISHOP: Where are you exactly? Why didn’t you tell me you weren’t going to be here?

WILLOW: I don’t have to tell you where I am. You were at my house last night. Same with Sunday and Monday. I have the bite marks to prove it. I told you good luck last night.

BISHOP: I thought you meant that in the general sense.

BISHOP: Where are you?

WILLOW: Grabbing breakfast at the hotel restaurant. Get out of my office. The last thing we need is someone catching you there.

BISHOP: Go to your room.

WILLOW: As hot as that sounds daddy, I think I’ll stay right here.

BISHOP: Fuck, Kitten. You can’t call me daddy like that.

WILLOW: Why’s that?

BISHOP: I was already half hard on my way up here thinking I’d get to sink my cock into your tight cunt. Now I’m rock hard and couldn’t possibly leave.

WILLOW: Get out of my office.

BISHOP: I think I’ll stay right here.

WILLOW: Bishop.

BISHOP: What happened to daddy?

WILLOW: Fine, I’m going to my room.

BISHOP: Atta girl.

WILLOW: Will you get out of my office now?

BISHOP: I can’t go back to the clubhouse rocking a tent in my pants.

WILLOW: Tuck it up.

BISHOP: I’d much rather take care of this here. Maybe leave my mark all over your desk.

WILLOW: Bishop

BISHOP: Relax Kitten, there’s no one here. Just me and this enormous desk. I’ll even turn the lights down just in case.

BISHOP: …You still there?

WILLOW: Yes

BISHOP: What are you wearing?

WILLOW: One of the skirts you love.

BISHOP: Fuck. I really need to rip every single one of those.

WILLOW: Where’s the fun in that?

BISHOP: I’ll enjoy it. Now take it off.

WILLOW: Bossy.

BISHOP: You like it.

WILLOW: Done. Now what?

BISHOP: Lose the sexy white lingerie we both know you’re wearing.

WILLOW: This seems a little one sided.

BISHOP: Are you asking me to take my cock out, Kitten?

WILLOW: At my desk?Maybe

BISHOP: No.

WILLOW: Why not?

BISHOP: Not until you tell me exactly what you want.

WILLOW: Fine. Take out your cock

BISHOP: Only because you asked so nicely.

WILLOW: Run your fingers along the bottom swirling the tips around the barbels like I would my tongue.

BISHOP: Fuck Kitten

BISHOP: That is quite possibly the hottest thing you’ve ever said to me.

BISHOP: I take it back. Yelling my name when you come is infinitely hotter.

WILLOW: Stroke my cock for me. Gently. You can’t come until I do.

BISHOP: What will you do for me if I do?

WILLOW: Anything you need.

BISHOP: Are you naked?

WILLOW: And spread on the bed.

BISHOP: Fuck yes. Your body is magic, Kitten. Every fucking delicious curve. Tease those beautiful tits. Feel the weight of them in my hands.

BISHOP: Take your nipples and roll them between your fingers. Slowly. Then pinch them and pull them out like I wish I was doing with my teeth.

WILLOW: Holy hell. I’ve never done this before. Why is this so hot?

BISHOP: Because we’re magic, Kitten.

BISHOP: Fuck I love your hands on me.

WILLOW: I need more.

BISHOP: Slide your hands down the curves of your body. Slowly, trace tiny circles over hip bones with your nails, feel my lips worshiping every inch of you.

BISHOP: Trail them across your pretty little pussy, but don’t you dare touch your clit. Not yet.

WILLOW: Fuck. Please.

BISHOP: Are you wet for me, Kitten?

WILLOW: Yes.

BISHOP: How wet?

WILLOW: Drenched.

BISHOP: Fuck. You’re such a good girl for me.

WILLOW: Touch me.

BISHOP: Beg for it.

WILLOW: Please, daddy. Please touch me. I’m aching for you to touch me.

BISHOP: Fuck, Willow I’m not going to last. I’m dripping.

WILLOW: You have to. Please. I need you to.

BISHOP: Goddamn, I love the way you beg.Slide those delicate fingers through your pussy. Get them nice and wet for me.

BISHOP: Now slowly dip two of them in your cunt. Feel me stretch you, making room for my cock. Then pull them out, and as you slide them up your pussy, circle your clit for me. Then do it again.

WILLOW: Fuck. Can you feel how wet I am? Spit on your hand and that’s still not wet enough.

BISHOP: You really do have a filthy mouth?

WILLOW: I keep telling you. I learned from the best.

BISHOP: The thought of corrupting you alone could make me come.

WILLOW: Not yet. Almost. I’m almost there. Fist your dick and come with me.

BISHOP: That’s it, Kitten. Work that sexy little pussy. Use your other hand to rub your clit and get yourself there.

WILLOW: Fuck.

BISHOP: Come for me, baby.

WILLOW: I’m

BISHOP: Me too, Kitten.

BISHOP: Fuck.

BISHOP: Kitten?

BISHOP: Willow?

WILLOW: I’m pretty sure I just saw stars. I’ve never come that hard.

BISHOP: Glad to have been of service.

WILLOW: Are you really in my office?

BISHOP: Will you be pissed if I say yes?

WILLOW: There better not be cum on my chair.

BISHOP: No, I made sure to aim for Vaughn’s invoices.

WILLOW: Bishop.

BISHOP: I promise I didn’t defile your office.

WILLOW: Thank you. You okay?

BISHOP: I am for right now.

WILLOW: Good luck today.

BISHOP: When are you back?

WILLOW: Late Saturday. Maybe Early Sunday.

BISHOP: Expect a phone call before then. Next time I want to hear you come.