Page 40 of Finding Haven (Haven #2)
Quinn
The rasp of Zack’s voice sends a shiver rolling down my spine.
Visions of him, of us together, reclaimed their position at the forefront of my mind as soon as I finished with my last client.
It took all my self-control not to run through the hotel to get to him.
Having to take an elevator down to the main floor, where his office is located, gave me time to think about what I wanted to say or do as soon as I saw him.
Then he opened the door, and all rational thought completely vacated my mind.
It’s not like I had forgotten what he looks like or what he was wearing this morning, but the sudden reminder makes my breath catch in my throat.
The sleeves of his crisp white button-up have been rolled up to display his corded forearms, the hem of the shirt tucked into a pair of gray dress pants secured with a black leather belt.
His whiskey-brown eyes bore into mine, sending a wave of heat straight to my core as he pulls me into his office.
His command to undo the buttons lingers in the silent space between us as he waits. I watch my fingers move as they slowly work open the buttons of his shirt, starting at the top where he’s left the first couple undone.
“Eyes on me, Sugar,” he rasps, and my gaze flits to his. “Good girl.”
My thighs clench as I work open the last few buttons, exposing the smooth skin and lines of muscle beneath.
The phoenix tattoo that covers one side of his torso suddenly holds so much more meaning than it did the first time I saw it.
It’s not just some mythical creature that he had inked on his skin because he liked the way it looked.
It’s a true representation, not only of his job with the Legion, but of the hell he’s had to endure.
He could have chosen to allow the darkness to swallow him whole, and maybe he did for a while, but he still fought his way through the flames.
“Can I?” he asks, taking the hem of my shirt between his fingers.
Holding his gaze, I slowly raise my arms above my head. His lips pull into a smirk as he drags the shirt off over my head before dropping it to the floor at our feet.
Are we really doing this?
When I told him this morning that I thought it would be hot to suck his cock while he works or to have him take me over his desk, I didn’t imagine him bringing the fantasies to life.
His dark gaze settles on mine as he pulls off his shirt and turns away from me, taking slow, measured steps towards his desk as though he knows my eyes are on him.
He lays his shirt over the back of his leather office chair before he faces me, sinking onto it and spreading his legs wide. “Come here, baby.”
My eyes flutter shut at the delicious, deep tone of his voice, letting the words roll over me as arousal begins to pool between my legs.
A nervous energy begins to buzz beneath my skin as I glance back at the door.
What if someone comes looking for Zack and they burst in here to find me on my knees for him ?
“Quinn.”
I gently bite the inside of my cheek as I turn back to look at him, my gaze immediately finding his.
“Nobody comes in here without my explicit approval. You’re safe, baby,” he says softly.
His words ease the tension coiling in my stomach.
I saunter towards him, throwing a little sass into the sway of my hips as I cross the room.
When I reach him, I place my hands on his thighs to brace myself as I hold his gaze and lower to my knees.
His nostrils flare as he spreads his legs wider to give me room.
“Come on, baby. You know what to do.”
The implication is clear. Take his cock out.
The intensity behind his gaze as he watches me has electricity sparking through my veins like a livewire, lighting me up from the inside as I move my hands to the buckle of his belt.
Despite the privacy that his office offers and the knowledge that nobody will be entering the room without his permission, there’s a sense of urgency hanging in the air.
This won’t be like the first time I was on my knees for him, when he was sitting comfortably on his couch, while I knelt on a pillow.
When I was able to go slow and truly admire him.
Right now, I don’t want to take my time. I want to feel the heated weight of him against my tongue as I take him into my throat and bring him to the brink of ecstasy.
My attention drops to my fingers as I work open his belt, unbutton his pants, and carefully slide the zipper down. The weight of his stare burns into me as I slowly slip my hand into his boxer briefs, grasping his thick cock and pulling it free .
“Get it nice and wet for me, baby,” he says, his voice laced with gravel as his hands grip the arms of his chair.
My fist tightens around his base as I guide the head of his cock to my parted lips, licking my tongue over the sensitive tip.
A deep groan emanates from his chest as his head falls back, his eyes falling shut for a moment before his gaze finds mine.
The heavy heat burning between my legs gives me the confidence to hold his stare as I sink my mouth down until his crown hits the back of my throat.
Resisting the urge to gag around him, I hold him there, allowing saliva to build and pool on my tongue before I pull back.
My gaze drops away from his and falls to his cock as I leisurely work my fist up and down his length. My cheeks flame as an idea crawls forward, but I don’t give myself a chance to overthink it. Grasping his dick just beneath the swollen head, I lean forward and spit.
“Holy fuck,” he moans, his head falling back as his cock pulses.
Using my spit as lube, I twist my palm over the crown of his cock while using my other hand to keep a tight grip around his base.
The sounds falling from his lips, combined with the way his hips are chasing my touch, are almost enough to make me come.
Pre-cum leaks from the tip of his cock with each swipe of my thumb over the sensitive slit, and I use it to work my hand over him.
His cock thickens in my hand, and suddenly, he’s pulling away from my touch. “Fuck, stop,” he growls.
I shift on my knees. “Why did you stop me?” I ask, suddenly all too aware of my position at his feet.
He pulls the fabric of his briefs back up, tucking himself away as he leans forward and swipes his thumb across my full lower lip.
“Because I’m not coming unless I’m buried deep inside that sweet pussy of yours.
Now, get up,” he says, his words a smooth command.
My body shudders at the mental image he’s painted.
Now that we’ve both been tested and cleared and discussed birth control options, I’m more than eager to feel him inside of me with nothing between us.
Strong hands grasp my waist as I brace my hands on his thighs, slowly moving to my feet.
He reaches around my back and unclasps my bra, pulling it free from my body and letting it fall to the floor.
My nipples stiffen against the cool air as goosebumps pepper along my skin, my breasts heavy and aching for his touch. Desperate for it.
Keeping a hand at my waist, he pulls my body closer as he cups one of my breasts in his palm, guiding my nipple to the warmth of his mouth.
I slide a hand to the back of his head, fingers carding through his dark curls as his teeth sink gently into the sensitive peak.
“Zack.” His name falls from my lips on a breathy moan as my back arches, my body pressing into his touch.
Wet heat swirls around my nipple as he lavishes it with his tongue before releasing it with a gentle pop.
“Mm. Are you wet for me, baby?” He doesn’t give me a chance to respond as his attention shifts to my other breast, repeating the delicious torture.
The hand at my waist shifts, his fingers curling beneath the waistband of my leggings as he slowly begins to pull them down.
I move to take a step back, but he stops me, his eyes lifting to mine as he drags them down my legs, carefully lifting the fabric away from the pump on my upper thigh.
He tosses my leggings to the side as he sits back in his leather chair, his eyes raking over my nearly naked body.
Being on display for him like this, while he’s still wearing his gray dress pants and boxer briefs, his belt undone but still resting around his waist, sends a thrill through my body.
I feel vulnerable, but with that vulnerability comes power and an intoxicating rush of arousal.
“You’re so beautiful, Quinn.”
My breath catches as his hands trail down my sides and over the soft, smooth swell of my belly.
He leans forward and presses kiss after gentle kiss over my exposed skin, his hands slowly continuing their exploration of my body.
His fingers reach the damp lace between my legs, a growl ripping from his chest as his fingers dip beneath the fabric to slide through the arousal pooling at my core.
“So fucking wet for me,” he says, and then his hands are at my hips, his fingers curling around the sides of my thong as he begins to pull. The sound of shredding fabric reverberates off the walls of his office.
Satisfied, he stands and guides my body back until I’m pressed against the solid wood of his desk. “Sit down and spread your legs for me, baby. I need to taste and worship this pussy before I ruin it.”