Chapter 146 Chapter 146

Chapter 146 Chapter 146
ROMAN'S POV

The elevator dinged outside as it arrived. The air calm, dark. The sound of her heels soon filling the air, the only thing heard, my pulse stirring.

Soon her figure appeared. Host covered thighs, black pointy heels, short sleeves dress. Scandalous. A bow in her hair like a bunny. Red. Bold. The only touch of colour asides the bloody red colour she had on her lips.

She smiled as she spotted. Wicked.

"Bloody Mary tonight, huh?" I joked, muttered as I grinded myself down to reason. Holding back. Her lips twisted deviously to the side as she strutted over. Taking her time. Giving me a show, which I appreciated in every bit. Then her eyes took in the air around us, the environment, her steps slowing down to a pause.

"What is this place? Where are we?" She looked around then, curious. The black office desk behind me, comfortable guest couches arranged around, circular. Wide glass walls on the left, overlooking the night outside. She stepped towards it, "Is this the city? We're overlooking the city right now, we're on the very last floor? I thought Deep End was the last floor."

"Uh huh." I hummed, "It is. But for ordinary clients and people. You're not ordinary."

She turned. Faced me. I picked up my cigar, dragging, inhaling then puffing just a bit. "You smoke?" Her query came,

"Only in my offices."

"This is also your office? Just how many do you have in one building?" Now I chuckled. Low. She walked over, standing in front of me. "I can't believe you smoke."

"Why? Is smoking part of your list of 'immoral activities'"

She scoffed, low. Getting on top of me then, straddling, her body right on mine, skin burning the fabric of my pants. Her thighs, ass, naked. Utterly naked underneath the scandalous handless dress she had on. "Oh? This is what we're doing now?" I smirked, loving it. "We're walking around with no pants on." She shifted, ground herself low on me. Letting me feel her, the soft but really thin fabric of a net g-string right at her center.

Fuckk.

"No." She breathed, stable. Taking the lit blunt from my hands, "I think we're past 'immoral activities' at this point." Then she took it, wrapped her lips around it.

"Don't," I start to say, hoping to stop her from doing just that but-

"Uhh!" She coughed. Spluttered directly into my face, features miserable. "Oh my God, this is terrible!"

I chuckled. Knowing she couldn't pull that off, as bad as she's gotten lately. "Still my innocent sweet brown eyes. It's not for everyone don't worry" I took it from her,

"It's not for me for sure." She murmured, pouting right then. Effortlessly cute despite her sexy outfit. I wrapped my arms around her waist then, pulling her flush against me. Inhaling her scent, that sweet tinge of Jasmine and some other soft fragrance. "I missed you." I murmured, truthful. "I keep missing you more and more these days."

"Maybe because you can't get enough."

"I can't get enough." I said, looking at her. "I shouldn't." She pulled her lips down on mine then, kissing me. Soft. Slow. Deep, and just when it started to get hot. She pulled away slightly, taking hold of my hand. Pulling it from her waist, and trailing her thighs, the black host stopping just at her upper thigh, enough to cover the skin the tiny dress didn't and with her on top of me now, I got all the view. More than that, I got to feel it too. Feel her snake my fingers to her center, conscious and looking me in the eyes, holding my gaze as she dipped two of them inside of her. Taking them in, a wave of warmth washing over me immediately.

She moaned. Soft. Breathless as she threw her head back, showing off the line of her smooth neck down to the swell of her breasts barely contained in her dress. Especially now.

I worked those two fingers inside of her, dragging further inside her warmth, letting it surround me, coat me. Two fingers turned to three, she jerked, tensed bit clenched. Milking it up like crazy, like she'd been waiting for it. "Fuckk," the word fell from my lips, chest tight. "You're soaked. So soaked and we're just getting started." I increased my pace, working in and out of her. Getting her hips buckled on me, lifting and coming down to meet my strokes. She grinded against my hand, lips parted, waist eager, no words coming out, just increasingly quickened breaths. Like she was trying to focus all her energy, charge everything to this very moment. A very slutty innocent woman.

I didn't let her get her wish then. Pulled out my fingers and brought her right up to my face, her breath on her nose. Then I lifted the hand that was just in her, holding it up. Didn't need to speak. She didn't need instructions. She just sucked. Latched on them like the needy slut she was, her lips wounding around my fingers like she was born to do it.

I didn't let her swallow, choked around that neck and brought her right down to me again. This time taking her roughly, consuming all of that sweet juice I made her taste. Taking it all back, a deep gr
uttal groan vibrating from her throat at the pleasure. Her signature mark.

I loved it.