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“One…”
Travis strode through the doors exactly on time, but he didn’t say a word. He shot a sideways glance at her, scowled and proceeded into his office without saying one damn thing to her.
Somehow, Ally had already expected that reaction. She got to her feet, smoothing down her cream-colored cashmere sweater dress, loving the feel of the material under her fingers. It was perfectly professional, with a decorative belt that clipped at the waist and hung comfortably at her hips. But it was a little bit shorter than her normal style, the hem hitting above the knees, and the material clung to every curve. The matching stilettos were plain but elegant, and she loved the whole outfit. She just tried not to cringe when she imagined what the ensemble had probably cost.
She shook her head as she went to the kitchen and poured a mug of coffee. Travis was never going to let her take back any of the clothes he’d bought, so she might as well wear them.
Not bothering to knock, Ally opened the door of Travis’s office, locked it quietly behind her, and placed the mug on his desk. “Your coffee, Mr. Harrison.”
His eyes never left the computer screen. “Fine,” he grumbled.
She was right. Travis was hiding, and doing a lousy job of it. Their awareness of each other was electric in the air. Time for more drastic measures.
“You left something at my house,” she told him in a low, sultry voice.
He looked up then, his eyes turning dark as he saw his black tie dangling from her fingers. Leaning forward, he reached for it with a frown, but Ally held it away. Moving around the desk, she positioned herself behind his chair.
“I don’t think so, Travis.” She yanked his shoulders against the back of the chair and slipped the tie around him, pinning him and making a tight knot that restricted his body at the elbows.
He could have easily fought her, but he just sat there dumbfounded as she moved around in front of him and purred, “I think since I gave you your appetizer, you can repay me by giving me breakfast.” She leaned down before he could say a word, speared her fingers through his hair and kissed him, an embrace that meant business. He responded immediately, his tongue dueling with hers as she kissed him deeply, languorously, removing her hands from his hair and started to unbutton his pristine shirt, jerking it out of his waistband and opening every button she could get to as she nipped at his lips and soothed them with her tongue. When she loosened the buttons on all but the top few that were restricted by his tie, she took her mouth from his and straightened. Placing one stiletto-clad foot on the leather chair right between his legs, she gave his chair a hard shove, and it rolled back just enough to allow her to sink to her knees.
One thing that had always bothered her was the fact that Travis never let her touch him this way, too worried about losing control before he satisfied her. Didn’t he know that she needed to touch him just as much as he wanted to touch her?
“Ally, what the fuck are you doing?” Travis’s voice was hoarse and deeply aroused.
“I’m…exploring,” she told him, giving his own words back to him. “I want to know what you like. Tell me what you like.” She parted the material of his shirt and traced her tongue over the majestic phoenix on his chest. He’d told her why and how he’d gotten it, that it symbolized his dedication to weather the storm of the controversy after the death of his parents. “You’re so strong, Travis.”
She bit one of his nipples and then soothed it with her tongue. His body tensed, but he didn’t move, didn’t fight. She repeated the action on the other one, and then trailed her tongue down his ripped abdomen, moaning at the feel of his skin as her fingers trailed down the same path. Her nimble fingers undid his belt, flipped open the button of his pants and lowered the zipper. She yanked on his black boxer briefs, liberating his cock, which almost looked like it was twitching anxiously and fully erect. She wrapped her fingers around the engorged member and sighed as she looked at him, his head tipped back, the corded muscles in his neck straining. “God, you’re the hottest man I’ve ever seen. And you’re mine, Travis.” She squeezed his cock lightly. “This is mine.” She’d already figured out that he liked her claiming him.
“Jesus, Ally. If you don’t stop touching me, I’ll explode,” Travis rasped, his head snapping up to look down at her.
Their eyes met in clash of wills, but Ally was determined to win this time. “That’s the whole idea, big guy.” She licked her lips hungrily. “I want my breakfast. And I want to taste you until you lose your mind.”
“Already there,” he answered darkly.
“Not yet. But you will be. I’ve wanted this since the first time you kissed me. It’s one of my fantasies. And I’m in charge right now.” She knew she really wasn’t, that he was letting her do this, but it didn’t matter.
“My fantasy, too,” Travis growled.
Ally wanted to ask him why he’d never let her do it, but she already knew the answer. Travis was totally unselfish when it came to giving her pleasure. What he didn’t realize was that it pleased her to give him that same ecstasy.
Lowering her mouth to him, Ally twirled her tongue over the sensitive head of his cock, lapping up a drop of salty moisture dotting the tip, sucking it off leisurely.
“You’re going to kill me,” Travis groaned, threading his hands through her hair, causing her hair clip to drop to the floor.
She let the tip of his cock pop out of her mouth. “Do you like that?” she asked innocently, mimicking what he’d done to her just a few nights ago.
“Fuck, yeah. I just don’t understand any of this,” he panted.
“You don’t need to. Just…feel.” Ally wrapped her lips around his cock and took him deeply into her mouth, letting her throat relax. Travis was built big, but she took him as far as she possibly could, tightening her lips around the shaft as she let him slide in and out.
“Christ. I’m dying,” Travis grunted as he fisted her hair, his hips pumping.
Ally savored every groan that came out of Travis’s mouth as she gently fingered his balls, trying to take his cock even deeper into her mouth. She slowly increased her speed, Travis becoming more demanding as his hips jerked up to meet her mouth.
Ally didn’t stop as she tilted her eyes up, watching Travis as he watched her, as though riveted to the sight of her sucking him off.
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. I’m gonna come, Ally,” Travis told her in a guttural tone.