Chapter 7

7

BARON

E veryone has different personalities depending on who they're talking to. I can joke around with the Heather I know, but this woman—a CEO at that—in her element at work is something else.

She's different from the woman I fucked in her grandmother's library. Different from my childhood crush who always rolled her eyes at me.

No, this Heather makes all my filthy teenage dreams come true.

Her curvy form in a tight black pencil skirt, a white button down, black stilettos, and slim glasses perched on her nose.

Well, damn. I wasn't thinking about sex when I came here, only wanting to spend my lunch break with her, but now I'm harder than a crowbar. I can't shake the image of her in that outfit bent over the desk.

As I sit on the couch in front of her, I prop my ankle on my opposite knee and drape an arm over the backrest, appearing nonchalant on the outside but horny as hell on the inside.

She smiles at me and holds up a finger as she talks to her secretary on the other line.

"Okay, put him through," Heather says to the phone and presses the speaker, scribbling something on her notepad. "Lennon."

"Hi, Heather. I heard about the August festival project. I don't like it."

She doesn't miss a beat. "Good thing you're not the one in charge then."

I swallow down a laugh and instead press my fist against my mouth.

The guy sighs dramatically. "It's a bad idea all around. Did you stop to consider our expenses?"

"Did you stop to consider how much we're gonna make?"

"Listen, I know your father put you in charge—nepotism and all—but what does a 27-year-old woman know about business? Why don't you travel the world, shop, and spend your daddy's money?"

Oh, boy. He's about to learn what it's like to be on the business end of Heather's wrath. It's not going to be pretty, and I already feel bad for the guy. Or maybe not.

Heather leans back on her high-backed chair and steeples her fingers, one side of her mouth curling up. "It's cute that two years ago when the company was losing investors left and right, you had no problem with me taking over. Now with our stock prices at an all-time high and investors are more than happy to rain their money on us, you suddenly think I'm not competent enough for this position."

"No, that's not … Listen, Heather."

"No, you listen to me, Lennon. My patience is wearing thin, and these bi-monthly calls of you passive-aggressively urging me to step down are getting on my nerves. So here's what we're gonna do." We all wait in bated breath for Heather's next words, and nope, she doesn't disappoint when she delivers the final blow. "My upbringing dictates I be more polite and civil to you, but you know what? I'm tired of you walking all over me like you can do even half of my accomplishments since the time I started working here. So … go to hell. Your absence will bring everyone joy."

Heather doesn't wait for a response and clicks the button to end the call. Pride blooms in my chest, and I stand, clapping slowly and whistling. "Goddamn, baby. I'm gonna steal that line one day." I walk closer to her and brace my palms on her desk.

"I'm sure you can revise it in more colorful ways." She raises her delicate brow at the paper bag behind me.

I grab it and take out one item after another. "Pink tulips, your favorite, Skittles, French macarons, and our lunch—lasagna from the Italian restaurant across your office."

"These look so good, but I'm too exhausted to eat. I still have so many meetings—both at the conference room and online—and documents to sign."

Stepping behind her chair, I reach around and press my fingers on the tense muscles of her back, kneading and using moderate pressure. Heather tilts her neck to one shoulder and then to the other.

I press at a spot by her shoulder blade, and she moans, the sound going straight to my cock. But, like I said, I'm not here to fuck her. If she's tired, then it's not the right time.

I'm ready to think of things at work just to calm my cock down, but Heather takes my hand from her shoulder and lowers it to her breast. With her hand over mine, she guides me in squeezing her tits.

So I guess it's not just me. We are both horny.

I swivel her chair, and when she faces me, I get down on my knees, running my hands along her soft, smooth thighs and spreading them apart. I can't do much since the skirt is tight but thank fuck for the design because all the buttons are in front.

There's an animal inside me that wants to rip this thing, but I take it slow, wanting to savor this moment—the first time I'm tasting her pussy.

With infinite patience I didn't know I had, I unbutton those pesky little things keeping me from her tight hole. When the skirt finally opens, I swipe the fabric on the sides, leaving her in a thin lacy number.

"Baron Bishop, down on his knees before me." Heather chuckles, with heat in her gaze. "I never thought I'd see the day."

Slipping my fingers under her waistband, I tug her panties down and toss them behind me. "It doesn't make me less of a man if I kneel before my woman."

I drag my tongue along her slit and flatten it on her clit. Heather grips the armrests, and she lets out a gasp so loud, I feel a bead of precum coming out.

Holy shit. I knew she'd taste sweet, but like everything else, all my fantasies pale in comparison to the real thing.

I forget we're in her office and she's working and I'm supposed to be back at work in thirty minutes. All those thoughts disappear into thin air because my senses go on overdrive as I alternate between licking her and pushing my tongue into her pussy, worshiping her in the only way I know how.

Heather drapes her legs over my shoulders and tightens them around my neck. Fuck. Who needs to breathe again when I can drown in her juices? I don't need to come up for air because this is the best way to die.

"Oh, fuck. Baron, deeper. I need it deeper."

Words I never thought Heather would ever say to me.

So I oblige, drawing my tongue in and out of her while my finger teases her sensitive button. The combination shatters her in seconds, and I don't stop even as her body trembles.

"My turn."

I wasn't sure what she was saying at first, but she pulls me up to stand and sits back down. I don't understand what she wants, but with a naughty glint in her eyes, she unbuckles my pants and lets them drop and pool around my ankles.

Her small hands take out my cock out of my boxers, letting it jut against my lower belly. Fire lights up my nerves as she wraps her fingers around my thick girth and licks the head as though she's licking ice cream.

And that's exactly what she does—lick me like her favorite flavor.

She can't take all of me in her mouth, so she makes up for it by pumping me with her hands. It drives me crazy, and I look for something to hold on to, my knees threatening to give way.

There's nothing, so I fold my arms behind my head and throw my head back, my neck flexing with each hard swallow.

The sound of her slurping and sucking makes me hit release. I want to pull out, but she doesn't let go, instead milking me dry and swallowing every single drop.

When she's content, she smiles up at me—a drop of come on the side of her mouth, her lipstick smeared all over her chin, her mascara running, her hair sticking to her forehead.

I have never seen a more beautiful sight.

I drop to my knees again and kiss her long and hard. "I love you since forever, Heather."

"I love you since forever, Baron."