He hums in disapproval. “Sure you didn’t, Violet. You like the idea of seeing it there, that you’ve marked your territory.”
I drop to my knees, looking up at him through my lashes. It doesn’t take me long to undo the fly of his zipper and free his cock from his boxers. I lean down, taking all of him down my throat once before pulling away. My eyes look from him to his cock, focusing on the red lipstick stain that runs down his shaft. “Now I’ve marked my territory,” I answer proudly.
With a wild desire in his eyes, he throws his head back against his chair. “Fuck, Margo. It’s yours. I’m yours, baby. Now take me in your mouth like a good girl and remind me why I’d drop every fucking important meeting I’d ever have for you.”
He doesn’t have to ask me twice. I run my tongue down his length before taking him in my mouth. Opening the back of my throat, I slide him in as far as I can take him. It takes everything in me not to gag. He stretches my mouth, my throat, but I relish in the feeling of it. Of the knowledge how good it must feel for him.
His fingers tangle in my hair as he pushes me down a little further. “You suck my cock so fucking good, baby,” he says through clenched teeth. “That’s it.” He swallows loudly as his head falls to the back of the chair. “Gag on me, baby.”
I moan, the sound loud as I happily attempt to take every inch of him. I’m running my tongue over his head when a loud knock sounds at his door.
I jump at the same moment he curses. “Busy!” he barks, applying pressure to my scalp so I can’t go anywhere.
“Like I give a shit,” a familiar voice says from the other side.
I look up at Beck, eyes wide as we both realize who’s standing on the other side of his office door. At this point, Carter should know I work for Beck, but my shirt is halfway across the room and I’m not sure I have time to grab it before he pushes through the door. I don’t have time to hide the evidence of what we’d been up to.
Scooting backward, I climb underneath Beck’s desk. Beck catches onto my plan, inching his chair forward until he sits as close to the desk as it allows with my body stuffed underneath. I’m able to get hidden just in time for the door to bust open.
“Carter, I told you I’m busy,” Beck growls. The anger in his voice is clear as day. A lot of it probably stemming from the fact that his cock is still out and wet from my saliva, still hard as a rock because I didn’t have time to make him come yet.
“You’re never too busy for family,” Carter responds, his voice a bit closer.
Beck grunts a response, his cock jerking with motion. His hand reaches underneath the desk, palming his length for some sort of relief.
“We’ll talk later,” Beck all but barks. “I’m on an important call.”
“Doesn’t look like it,” Carter fires back.
Knowing Carter, he won’t leave until he gets whatever he came here for. Beck must come to the same realization as me because he lets out a resigned sigh. “What the fuck do you want?”
When Beck runs his hand over his cock once again, I get an idea. A wild one, one that makes liquid form between my legs.
Leaning forward, making sure to stay underneath the desk, I wrap my hand around the base of him. His hips jerk underneath the desk as he places his hand on top of mine.
“I was hoping to catch Margo,” Carter explains, his voice still somewhat of a distance away.
“She’s also busy,” Beck quips at the same time my hand starts to move up and down his shaft. He keeps his hand on top of mine, not stopping me from touching him while his brother—my ex-boyfriend—stands on the other side of his office.
Technically, Beck isn’t lying. I am busy. I’ve been given a work task of utmost importance. Just not in the way Carter would ever expect.
I slowly lean all the way forward until my mouth is inches away from the tip of Beck’s cock. It’s still wet from being in my mouth just minutes ago, a red stain coating the tip. I lick my lips, ready to take all of him again, no matter who else we have in here.
“When will she be back?” Carter presses.
I shove Beck all the way down my throat. When he sits forward slightly, forcing more of him into my mouth, I have to fight the urge to gag. Tears prick my eyes as I fight back the urge to make any noise. It’s intoxicating, knowing how taboo the situation is.
“It shouldn’t matter to you,” Beck’s deep voice responds. I have to hand it to him; he’s managing his composure better than I’d be able to if the roles were reversed.
Part of me wants to push the limits, to make him break his resolve with Carter here with us. How far will he let me go while we have an audience? Never in my life did I imagine myself sucking Beck’s cock while his brother was in the room. But it might be one of the hottest experiences of my life and Beck’s not even touching me.
I push his hand away, making sure it’s known that right now it’s me that’s in control, not him. He lets me, pulling his hand out from underneath the desk, doing something with it I can’t see.
“She was my girlfriend before she was ever your employee, you know. You better remember that.”
I smile, wrapping my fingers around the base of him as I greedily take every inch of him I can manage. I may have once been Carter’s girlfriend, but I want to remind Beck that’s no longer the case. It’s him I want, him that I’m so desperate for I’d do something as risky as this, loving every filthy second of it.
“She doesn’t belong to you. You better remember that,” Beck jabs. I prove his point by slowly bobbing up and down his length.
He’s right. I don’t belong to Carter. I belong to him. Whether he wants me to or not.
My brother watches me closely through narrowed eyes. It takes all of my restraint to not clench my teeth, to show a reaction to the way Margo expertly takes me in her mouth. She blows me with such enthusiasm, it’s a damn miracle I’ve been able to keep my cool with my brother standing a few feet away from me. I’m shocked she isn’t making gagging noises with how far down her throat she’s taking me.
“You’ll tell her I stopped by?” he asks steadily, looking out to the city behind me.
“I don’t see the reason for it. From the way she’s spoken, the two of you are over, Carter. It doesn’t seem like she wants to speak to you.”
As if Margo is nodding in agreement, she twirls her tongue around my head as her small hand works up and down my length. It’s like she’s egging me on, confirming my words without saying a thing.
“You’re lying,” he seethes. He runs a hand through the stubble on his chin. I fight the urge to tell him how terrible the new look is. His dark hair is unforgiving, the patches obvious on his cheeks where he can’t grow a full beard. Even if I was kind enough to tell him, he wouldn’t believe me. He’s too full of himself.
My teeth dig into my lip as Margo picks the pace up underneath the desk. The moment my brother leaves, I’m going to pull her up and fuck her senseless. It’s incredibly risky for her to be taking my cock so well while I talk with my brother, and I fucking love her for doing it. She’s always surprising me, and the eagerness in which she shoves all of me down her throat has me ravenous to plow into her.