Chapter 51 Done Pretending
The content room is empty when Scarlett and I step inside. I flip the switch, and bright overhead lights illuminate the space, exposing the professional cameras, green screens, and sleek equipment racks.
She's still tense from the Veronica encounter and hasn't said a word all the way here.
I make a mental note to handle that situation properly later today. Veronica needs to understand she has zero chance.
Walking a few steps deeper into the room, I gesture toward the setup. "This is where the team shoots most of our social content and campaign videos for the European market. The lighting rig is…"
I turn around mid-sentence and trail off.
Scarlett is staring straight at me. Not at the equipment, or at the room.
At me.
Her brown eyes are dark and intense, burning with something that scares me.
"What?" I ask in a soft voice. "If this is about Veronica, I'm sorry. I know you must've felt bad, but I promise you she won't…"
"It is about Veronica," she cuts in quietly, setting her tablet down on a nearby console.
Before I can say another word, Scarlett closes the gap between us in two quick steps and smashes her mouth to mine.
My back hits the edge of a lighting stand as I stagger, caught off guard.
It takes me a full stunned second to react. Then I groan and kiss her back just as hard, one of my hands sliding into her hair, the other wrapping around her waist.
The kiss is hungry, fierce and full of anger. Full of possession. She pours every feeling of her jealousy and frustration into it, her fingers fisting in my shirt as she presses her body against me.
When we finally break apart, I'm breathing so hard, a surprised chuckle tears out of me as I stare down at her flushed face.
"Okay… um. That was unexpected."
Scarlett doesn't smile. Her fingers drop straight to my belt, already tackling the buckle with a determination that both frightens and thrills me.
I stare down at her, eyes wide. "Wait… what are you doing?"
She looks up at me, her voice husky. "Isn't it obvious?"
I watch her for a heated moment, and suddenly it all makes sense.
This is still about how Veronica looked at me like I was hers for the taking. And the subtle dismissal of Scarlett as nothing more than the help.
It triggered something primal in her. Something raw and impulsive it makes my cock hard.
She wants to remind herself, and me, that I belong to her.
And fuck, I find it incredibly hot and insanely arousing.
"I thought you didn't want to do anything here," I tease, my voice rough as I help her unbuckle the belt.
"I changed my mind," she says simply, reaching for the hair tie on her wrist and gathering her long red waves into a messy ponytail.
The sight of her preparing herself like that in my content room, about to take me in her mouth because another woman was all up in my face, makes me feel so wanted.
She starts to lower to her knees, but I catch her elbow. "Wait."
I guide her quickly into the far corner of the room, the one spot the security cameras don't reach.
It's behind a large equipment rack.
My voice is rough when I speak again.
"Blind spot."
"Okay," she breathes, dropping to her knees on the polished floor.
My perfect, fiery assistant on her knees for me because she's jealous and possessive.
Her fingers unzip my slacks and tug my trousers and briefs down.
I'm already so hard and aching from the sheer fucking audacity of her.
The cool air-conditioning kisses my skin for a second before her hot breath mists over the head of my cock.
She looks up at me one last time with those beautiful brown dark with pure possession.
Then she opens her mouth and takes me in.
Fuck.
I thread my fingers through her ponytail and bite my lip.
It feels so divine.
Her mouth is so warm and eager… so wet.
She doesn't build her way up to it slowly as usual; she takes all of me in a smooth motion. And when the head of my dick reaches her tight throat, a suppressed groan manages to escape my lips.
I shouldn't draw attention to this place, and I should wipe the footage of us entering here and Scarlett kissing me before we moved to this hidden spot.
But all of that doesn't even matter now with the way Scarlett is sucking my cock.
She moans around me in contentment, making me grow even harder.
I don't mind that she's being sloppy and messy, with lots of saliva involved; it turns me on even more.
"Keep going baby…" I rasp, "...keep going…,yeah, that feels so good, baby…"
My cock slides in and out of her mouth with ease, making those dirty but arousing sounds.
I tighten my grip in her hair and start fucking her mouth, my eyes shut in concentration as I savour the heat and tightness of her throat.
"Yeah, just like that. Suck it sloppy for me." I rasp again, looking down at her. "This cock belongs to you, not Veronica."
My words seem to get to her because she starts sucking me faster and with more determination, taking me to the back of her throat till it constricts around me like a pussy.
Then she gags.
I nearly lose my soul.
"Baby…oh my god." I groan, almost out of breath.
Scarlett pulls back, her lips puffy and glossy from being fucked.
She holds my cock with both hands and starts jerking me off. Then, after a few strokes, her mouth dips to join in.
She swirls her tongue around the head while her hands work the shaft.
I'm fighting the urge to fuck her face properly. To grab her head and thrust into her mouth deep and fast and roughly till her jaw aches and her eyes are filled with tears of pleasure.
"You're so fucking perfect, baby…so perfect," I growl. "On your knees for me because some other woman wants me."
She moans louder around me.
I'm losing control fast.
"Scarlett… fuck… I'm close." I warn, my voice hoarse. "You want it? You want me to fill your throat up with my cum?"
She nods frantically around my cock, her gaze lifting to mine, begging without words.
Her hand strokes me faster, tighter, while her mouth sucks the head.
I come hard down her throat.
"Take it, baby... fuck," I groan, my voice rough with pleasure. "Swallow every drop like the good girl you are."
She obeys perfectly, staying still on her knees as I pulse and empty myself down her throat.
I pull out slowly, breathing hard, and tuck my cock back into my pants while she rises gracefully from the floor, loosening her messy ponytail and letting her hair fall loose around her shoulders.
Yanking her against me, I claim her mouth in a deep kiss while my hand grips her ass. "You're fucking crazy," I murmur against her lips.
She smiles into the kiss, then pulls back to look at me. "Had to remind you that you're mine."
"You say that like I'd ever let you be anything else," I murmur, before pressing another brief kiss to her lips.
"We'd better get back to the tour," I say, helping her adjust her blouse. "Before someone comes looking for us…"
"... and before I decide to bend you over that equipment rack and remind you that you're mine too."
Scarlett's mouth curves into a wicked little smile as she struts past me, looking over her shoulder. "You can do that when we get home."
I tuck my hands into my pockets, following her. "Oh, I like the sound of that."