Chapter 79 He Woke Up

Chapter 79 He Woke Up
Dmitry

“Good day, Mr. Orlov,” Mr. Musk greets from the other end of the line.

I grunt in response, biting down on my lower lip when Gianna's fingers drift toward my zipper.

I catch her wrist immediately, but she only smiles innocently from where she's perched on my lap, legs wrapped around my waist.

Focus on your work while I do mine, she mouths.

Damn it, kitten. She’s such a little menace.

I tighten my hold on her wrist, silently warning her to behave, but Gianna merely shifts against me, entirely too pleased with herself.

“Mr. Orlov?” Mr. Musk prompts from the other end.

Shit.

“My apologies,” I say, forcing my attention back to the call. “You were saying?”

Gianna beams like she's just won some sort of award for being the world's greatest distraction.

She's enjoying this.

Entirely too much.

“Of course,” Mr. Musk continues, oblivious to the war currently taking place in my office. “As I was saying, the board would like your final approval before moving forward.”

“Send me the documents and I'll review them within the hour.”

Gianna pouts, clearly offended that work is still holding my attention. She loops her arms around my neck, resting her chin on my shoulder as though she's the picture of innocence.

She's not, not even remotely.

I shoot her another warning look.

She winks.

God help me.

I've survived my mother’s drama, several bike crashes, board meetings and negotiations with men twice my age.

None of them prepared me for Gianna.

Just when I think she's finally calmed down, she slips out of my grip and drops to her knees.

She bats her lashes at me, never once breaking eye contact as she reaches for my belt.

A low groan escapes me and I seriously consider ending the call I've long since lost interest in.

Fuck.

Gianna smiles triumphantly when she finally frees me from the confines of my trousers, looking entirely too pleased with herself.

Shit.

I'm trying so damn hard not to come apart in her hands.

“Mr. Orlov, did you hear what I just said?” Mr. Musk asks from the other end of the line.

I stopped listening after the first hello.

“Yes,” I grit out, my gaze locked on the woman currently ruining my concentration. “E-mail the Seattle head office and send them the final edits from Cloak's contact.”

Gianna flicks her tongue against my already weeping cock, making the rest of the words die in my throat.

“Is everything alright, Mr. Orlov? You sound unwell.”

My grip tightens around the phone as Gianna looks up at me through her lashes, clearly enjoying my reaction to her antics.

“No,” I say hoarsely, my eyes never leaving hers. “I'm perfectly fine.”

She swallows the entire length down her throat and I nearly lose my fucking mind, she bops her head up and down eyes never leaving mine and my hand shoots into her hair on instinct, not to stop her but to ground myself.

Jesus Christ.

"Mr. Orlov?" Mr. Musk prompts again.

I force air into my lungs.

"Perfectly fine," I rasp, my voice rough enough that even I barely recognize it. "Is that all?”

Gianna bats up at me, tears rolling down her cheeks with my cock down her throat looking like fucking breathtakingly perfect slut.

My Fucking Perfect Slut. Mine, no one else’s.

"The Seattle office also requested your presence next week regarding the merger—"

I tighten my grip on the phone, my gaze never leaving the woman between my legs.

"Decline."

"Pardon?"

"I said decline." My tone comes out sharper than intended. "I'll attend remotely."

Gianna smiles around me, slowly taking my cock out of her mouth before shoving it back in like a hungry slut.

Fuck. Me.

Mr. Musk clears his throat. "Very well, sir. There is also the matter of—"

I don't hear the rest, because Gianna has apparently decided my suffering is amusing. Her fingers trace lazy circles against my balls, alternating between squeezing and massaging it and I swear she's trying to kill me.

I tug lightly on her hair until she looks up.

Stop, I mouth.

My cock leaves her mouth with a pop.

The wet sound is obscene in the quiet office, and for a split second I’m sure Mr. Musk heard it through the damn phone. Gianna doesn’t even pretend to look sorry. She licks her swollen lips, eyes glassy with tears and pure filthy delight, then dips her head lower without missing a beat.

Her hot tongue drags slowly over my balls, teasing the tight skin before she sucks one into her mouth with a soft, hungry hum. The vibration shoots straight up my spine. I bite the inside of my cheek so hard I taste blood, fighting the groan clawing its way out of my throat.

“—regarding the quarterly projections, sir. Should I have finance send those over as well?” Musk’s voice drones on, professional and completely unaware that my little menace is currently worshipping my balls like they’re her favorite fucking treat.

“Yes,” I manage, voice strangled. “Send them.”

Gianna swirls her tongue, massaging the sensitive weight with her lips while her hand keeps a firm, slick grip on my shaft, stroking me in long, torturous pulls. Precum leaks steadily from the tip, dripping down over her fingers. She moans around my ball, the sound low and vibrating, then switches to the other one, sucking harder, cheeks hollowing.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

I fist her hair tighter, not to pull her away but to anchor myself. My thighs are rock-hard with tension, hips twitching despite my best efforts to stay still. She looks up at me through wet lashes, mouth full, eyes sparkling with that bratty triumph she wears so well.

She pops off just long enough to drag her tongue flat along the seam of my balls, then lower, teasing the sensitive skin just behind them with the tip of her tongue. My whole body jerks.

Gianna’s soft, muffled giggle vibrates against me and I have to fight not to thrust into her greedy mouth. She doesn’t. Instead she takes both balls into her mouth as best she can, sucking gently while her hand works my cock faster, twisting at the head on every upstroke. Spit runs down her chin onto my trousers. She’s making a complete mess and she loves it.

I’m hanging on by a thread, jaw clenched, free hand white-knuckling the edge of my desk. Every wet sound, every swirl of her tongue, every squeeze of her fingers is pushing me closer to the edge, and she knows it.

Gianna pulls back just enough to look up at me, lips shiny and parted, voice a breathless whisper only I can hear.

“Cum for me, Dmitry, right down my throat."

Fuck.

"Mr. Orlov, should I call back at a better time?"

I close my eyes.

"That won't be necessary. Email me the details. I'll review them later."

"Of course, sir."

The line disconnects.

I stare down at Gianna for a long moment.

"Bend over," I say, tossing the phone onto the couch. "I'm going to punish you for being such a brat."

I stare at her, chest still heaving, cock aching and slick from her mouth. The defiance in her eyes only makes my blood run hotter. She backs up another step, that wicked little smile playing on her lips. “And if I don’t?” 

“Come,” I repeat, voice low and dangerous. I crook two fingers at her, slow and deliberate. “Now, Gianna.”

She tilts her head, batting her lashes innocently even as her thighs press together. “Make me Mr. Orlov.”

Brat.

In two strides I’m on her. My hand shoots out, fisting the front of her blouse as I yank her flush against me. She gasps, but there’s no real fear—only excitement sparkling in her gaze. 

I spin her around hard, bending her over my desk in one smooth motion. Her palms slap against the desk as she catches herself.

I kick her feet wider apart, pressing my leaking cock against the curve of her ass through her skirt. “You just couldn’t behave, could you, kitten?” I growl against her ear, one hand pinning her down by the back of her neck. “Teasing me on a fucking business call, sucking my balls like a greedy little whore while I tried to work.”

“I was bored.” Her words come out muffled.

My hands stay midair when my phone buzzes next to her on the desk.

“Don’t check it,” Gianna warns, voice still breathy and edged with frustration. She tries to push back against me, keeping me right where I was—cock pressed against her ass, her skirt flipped up, her soaked pussy exposed and waiting.

But my eyes catch the hospital logo flashing at the top of the screen. Everything in me goes cold.

I answer it anyway, keeping one hand firmly on the back of her neck to hold her in place.

“Family of Alec Ramirez?” the voice on the other end asks.

My grip tightens on Gianna’s neck. “This is Dmitry Orlov. He’s my best friend. What happened?”

Gianna freezes beneath me. The bratty defiance drains from her body in an instant. She twists her head, trying to look at me, worry flashing in her eyes now instead of heat.

The doctor’s voice is calm but serious. “Mr. Ramirez is awake now.”

I exhale sharply, the lust that had been burning through me moments ago now tangled with a rush of cold adrenaline. Alec was awake?

“I’m on my way,” I say, already pulling Gianna upright with me. “Keep me updated.”

I hang up and toss the phone aside. Gianna turns in my arms, her hands coming up to grip my shirt, eyes wide.

“Dmitry… what’s going on?” Her voice is small now, all traces of the teasing slut gone.

“He woke up,” I mutter, pressing a quick, hard kiss to her forehead even as I tuck myself back into my pants with the other hand. “We have to go now.”