I pull his mouth down to mine, not wanting to ruin the moment by trying to figure out if there’s a hidden meaning or an ominous warning lurking behind those words.
Tonight, I’m going to just let it all go and pretend that maybe Graham Hayes is falling in love with me too.
22
GRAHAM
“So what is tonight’s event for?”
I settle in the back seat next to Margot as we make our way into the city.
“It’s for my company. We do two of these a year. This one is held at the end of June as a thank you to our clients and the second one, held in December, is a thank you to our employees.”
My eyes drop to where her hand has settled on my upper thigh.
“That’s very nice of you. Is it similar to the last event?”
“Yeah, somewhat. Open bar, dancing, mingling. This one has raffles, casino games, and I think there’s some famous singer who is the close-out entertainment.”
“You think?” She giggles, nudging my shoulder.
“I didn’t plan the thing. I just have to show up since my name’s on the building.” I wink at her and she leans in.
“Mmm.” That’s a lovely way to start the evening. I pull her in for a second kiss.
“So what kind of stuff is raffled off?”
“Well, it’s a free raffle; they don’t pay for the tickets. Same with the casino chips. It’s free for them to participate and they can win anything from gift cards to a month-long vacation to a location of their choosing or a car or money.”
“Damn.” She whistles. “I’m in the wrong business.”
“Last year the big prize was $100k.”
“A hundred thousand dollars?” Her eyes bug out. “Holy shit!”
I chuckle. “Yeah, in this world, a lot of my top employees get more for their Christmas bonus so it’s not a big deal to them. It’s like an average salaried person winning five or ten thousand. It’s a nice surprise, free money and all, but it’s not like they’re winning the lottery.”
“So do I get to play? Since I’m… one of your employees.”
I look over at her, not sure if she’s making a joke. She has a coy smile on her face so I play along.
“I guess that depends. Who are you going to take with you when you win the month-long trip?”
I place my arm over her shoulder as she leans in closer to me, that hand on my thigh trailing dangerously close to my hardening cock.
“Hank, probably.” She laughs and I flex my arm around her. She falls forward a little into my lap, her hand now resting fully on my crotch.
“You’re just begging to get punished, aren’t you?”
“Maybe.” She drags her teeth across her bottom lip. She has the kind of lips that beg to be kissed—to have my cum dribbling off them.
I look down her dress, my mouth watering. I slip my hand right inside, pinching her nipple, her look growing from flirty to needy in a matter of seconds.
“How should I punish you?” I continue to roll the tight bud between my fingers as I reach over and slide up the divider. Phil does not need to be witness to what’s about to happen.
“Do I get to choose?” I nod my head yes as she slowly slides off the seat, settling between my thighs.
Her eyes stay trained on mine as she reaches forward and undoes my pants, her hand reaching inside my underwear and fishing out my cock.
I reach out and slide one strap off her shoulder. “Don’t want you getting messy.” I do the same with the other, the dress falling off her naked breasts and pooling around her waist.
“God, you’re fucking beautiful.” I cup her cheek, letting my hand linger for a moment before she leans forward and takes me in her mouth.
I let my head fall back against the seat, my eyes fluttering closed as she slowly takes me all the way into her mouth till I hit the back of her throat. She repeats the process slowly a few more times, drawing a guttural moan from the back of my own throat.
She picks up the pace a little, sliding her hand up my shaft as her mouth comes down.
“Oh, baby,” I groan, reaching down to put my hand behind her neck.
I guide her, my hips begging to thrust forward, but I don’t want to be rough with her. I’m too afraid to screw up her makeup.
“Goddamn, your mouth was made to be fucked.” I grit my teeth, pleasure building rapidly.
“That’s right, baby girl. Take all of me,” I pant, my breaths coming out in quick, shallow puffs.
I can’t hold back. I tighten my hold on her neck as I empty myself down her throat.
“That’s a good girl. Swallow down every fucking drop.”
I glance out the window. We have less than ten minutes before we’re at the venue.
I reach down, pulling her mouth from my cock with a pop sound. I lift her dress up and pull her panties to the side, turning her so her back is to me before sliding her down on my cock.
“Ahh!” She reaches down, her hands gripping my knees at the intrusion.
“Sorry, baby. I don’t have time to get you ready. You’re gonna have to take me.” My words are strained as her tight little pussy milks my throbbing cock.
She moans as she finds a rhythm. I grab her hips, helping her raise and lower herself down on me.
I continue my verbal assault, not holding back on every filthy thought that I have in this moment.
“I want your belly and pussy full of my cum tonight.”
I move one of my hands to her shoulder, forcing her down onto me even harder. Her yelps and moans only spur me on.
“Everyone will know you’re mine. This pussy. Those tits. Your lips.”
I bring my thumb to my lips and get it wet before pressing it firmly against her back entrance. “This ass.”
She sucks in a sharp breath as I press harder, sliding an inch of it inside her. I feel her cunt tighten around me. “You like that, don’t you, filthy little girl. Fuck, I knew you would. Just wait till my cock fills you like this.”
We’re both teetering on the edge, hanging on by a thread when it finally snaps. I explode inside her, my vision blurring as my head falls back against the seat. My chest feels like it’s on fire.
Her legs tremble as I help her up. I reach into my pocket and pull out a handkerchief, sliding it between her thighs.
“I didn’t plan that, honestly,” I pant as I help her clean herself up before we both adjust our clothes and right ourselves.
“Your dress okay?”
“I don’t really care.” She smiles, her eyes sparkling.
“We’ve got a few moments to catch our breath. Here.” I hand her a bottle of water and open one for myself.
The event space looks fantastic. I throw two of these a year and each time I’m more impressed. I make a mental note to thank the team who handles it.
“I need a drink,” Margot whispers in my ear as she clings to my arm.
I don’t blame her for being nervous. This is an entirely new world to her and these people are sharks, wolves—predators. They can sniff out new blood from a mile away. Most of them are fine; I trust them with business, but when it comes to humanity, not as far as I can throw them.
I tighten my grip around her waist and steer her toward the bar. “That sounds like an excellent idea.”