Page 49 of Hale Yes (Highway to Hale #1)

CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE

The ball-tickling brat

Helix

It’s been a month since Nicolette and I began dating out in the open. I told my father first since he’s the CEO, and then I spoke with HR to inform them that we’re in a relationship.

Relationship. That’s a word I never again thought I would use about myself, but here we are. And it’s been easier than expected. Because of her.

Nicolette isn’t pushy or clingy. I never feel pressured by her to spend time together, and that makes me want to be with her all the time. She is absolutely my dream girl, and I’m crazy about her.

We go together to the NICU each week, and I’m so grateful to her for introducing me to the baby cuddling program. Is it hard? Yeah, some days it’s really fucking hard, but it fulfills something inside me when I’m able to calm an infant who just need someone to love it.

I feel like I’m a thousand pounds lighter now that I’m in a happy and healthy relationship. Our sex life is amazing, and that definitely contributes to my good mood. The oxytocin and serotonin float freely through my brain in an almost constant flow.

On the work front, the new fragrance development is going better than expected.

We’ve run some preliminary trials to get a feel for how it affects various individuals, and the results have been more than encouraging.

They’ve been blind studies, so we don’t tell the participants what the expected effects are because that could skew the results.

We simply give them a blank spreadsheet with times listed down the side and ask them to write down how they feel during the day while wearing the fragrance, as well as a blank space at the bottom for comments.

Of course, the results are better first thing in the morning, right after they apply it, but the effects seem to last a full twelve hours. Nicolette and I spend our mornings poring over the results from the previous day, both of us practically giddy when we see the words we’re hoping for.

I feel so good while wearing this.

My soul feels warm, like someone just gave me a big hug.

This is liquid comfort.

Can I have a gallon of this stuff?

It’s like that feeling I get when my husband hugs me.

I stack yesterday’s reports and place them in a manila folder before dating it and placing it on the corner of my desk. Then I press the button on my intercom that goes directly to her office phone.

“Hey, can you come in here?”

Our offices are right next to each other with a connecting door in between. I don’t think I’ve ever even unlocked it before I started dating Nicolette, but now it remains open all the time. She comes through a second later.

“Why didn’t you just holler?” she asks, setting a fist on her hip. “I’m right next door, so there was no need to use the damn intercom.”

I lean back in my chair and rest my elbow on the arm of it, brushing my thumb along my bottom lip. “I wanted you to feel summoned.”

Understanding dawns on her face, and her smile turns coquettish as she closes the door behind her. “Oh, did you? And why did you summon me, Dr. Hale?”

My eyes rake up and down her body, letting her feel the heat of my gaze. The skirt she’s wearing is completely work-appropriate, as are her closed-toe flats. Her blouse is a rosy pink that matches the blush rising up her cheeks right now. She looks sexy as fuck, even in her prim clothing.

“What kind of panties are you wearing, Dr. Bell?”

She dips her chin, feigning shyness, and says, “White lacy ones, sir.”

I waggle my fingers in a come-hither gesture. “Give them to me.”

Without hesitation, she leans against my desk and pulls off the smallest panties I’ve ever seen, handing them over to me. I hold them up and glare at her.

“This little scrap of lace is not compliant with the company dress code,” I inform her, putting a distinct chill in my voice.

Nicolette bows her head. “I’m sorry, Dr. Hale. I didn’t think you would find out.”

“Well, I did, and now you’re in big fucking trouble.” I jerk my chin upward. “Come stand between my legs while I try to figure out what to do with you.”

She moves quickly with a pep in her step. She likes this little game, and fuck if I don’t too. I spread my knees wide, and Nicolette stands between them, watching as I lift her underwear to my nose. I growl at the delicious scent of her.

“It smells like you’re aroused. Do you think that sounds like professional work behavior?”

“No, sir, but it’s hard to control myself around?—”

I lift one brow when she cuts herself off. “Around whom?”

Her cherry-red lips form a whisper. “You.”

“Is that so?” She nods, and I stare at her for a long moment as she squirms. “The way I see it, there are only two options.”

“I’d be happy to hear any suggestions you may have, Dr. Hale.”

Fuck, she’s good at this role-playing thing .

I recline in my chair and rest my hand on my dick. “Number one, I can jack myself off with these slutty panties of yours and cover them with my cum. Then I will stuff your cum-soaked panties in your mouth to keep you quiet while I bend you over my desk and fuck you stupid.”

“And number two?” she asks.

“Number two, you can get on your goddamn knees before me and suck my cock until I come down your throat.” I lift one finger when she starts to speak. “And then I’ll stuff your panties in your mouth while I bend you over my desk and fuck you stupid. Your choice.”

Nicolette taps two fingers against her lips and hums. “Hmmm, it’s a hard choice. To be honest, I haven’t had my throat fucked in a while, so I’m leaning toward option two.”

My face hurts from trying not to smile, but I maintain my stern demeanor. “Option two it is.” I slide a hand up the back of her skirt and give her ass a firm squeeze. “Get on your knees for me, Dr. Bell.”

She does, and it’s the most beautiful sight I’ve ever seen. We’ve done a lot of sexy stuff since we started our relationship, including Nicolette wrapping that pretty mouth around my dick, but I always stop her before I come in her mouth because I’m too anxious to get inside her hot little pussy.

But this afternoon, all my fantasies are about to come true.

I nod at my crotch. “Take my dick out and stroke it.” She licks her lips and unfastens my pants, pulling the waistband of my boxer briefs down enough to pull out my turgid erection. Her hand wraps around me, and I groan, “That’s a good girl.”

My fucking cock is dripping, leaking pre-cum down the side of my shaft. Her small hand finds it and uses my natural lubrication to ease the slide of her hand up and down.

“May I lick it?” she asks, looking up at me from beneath long lashes. She’s so damn pretty.

I remove her glasses and set them on the desk before dusting the backs of my fingers down her cheek. “You may,” I tell her quietly.

The first swipe of her tongue has me clenching the arms of my chair with enough force to break it. “Yeah, just like that, baby.” She rolls her tongue around the ridge of my crown and moans her approval. “Do you like how I taste, Dr. Bell?”

She lifts her head only long enough to say, “Yes, sir,” and then she’s back at it, cleaning me up as quickly as another drop spills from my tip.

I press my head back against the chair and bring her panties to my nose. “Christ,” I say on a deep inhale. “Wrap those cherry lips around me and let me fuck up your lipstick.”

“I’m wearing Hale’s smudge-proof,” she says with a smirk.

“Challenge accepted, Dr. Bell,” I retort with just as much cockiness. “Now suck my dick.”

She does, taking me about halfway before dragging those gorgeous lips up my shaft. On the next downstroke, she goes even deeper, making herself gag.

“Fuck, yes,” I pant. “I love hearing you gag on my cock, Dr. Bell.”

Nicolette does it again, and I grab her bun with one hand and hold her down. “Take it, baby. Open that throat up for me.” She relaxes her throat muscles, letting me slide home. She’s hot and tight around my dick, and saliva pools at the corners of her lips.

My hips lift from the seat, fucking her mouth as she sets a quick pace, her head bobbing up and down as I fight for my life to keep from coming already.

I realize we forgot to lock the door, but I’m not too worried about it. None of my employees would dare open my office door without knocking.

However, the CEO of Hale Cosmetics has no such qualms.

“Helix?” my dad says, pushing open the door a little. I freeze with my dick in my girlfriend’s mouth and snap my gaze to the door. Luckily, my father pauses, and I hear him say, “Oh, hello, Isla. Yes, I’m just coming to say a quick hello to my son.”

“Under the desk,” I hissed at Nicolette, and she releases me from her mouth and moves back into the foot space. I glance down to see her wide green eyes staring back at me.

“Great to see you as well,” Dad is saying. “Tell your mother hello from me.”

I don’t have time to button up, so I do the only thing I can do. I slide my chair beneath the desk and hope like hell my father doesn’t ask me to stand for some reason.

“Hey, son,” he says, and I realize with horror that I’m still holding Nicolette’s panties in my hand, so I quickly open a drawer and stuff them inside.

“Hi, Dad. To what do I owe the pleasure?” I say, praying he doesn’t notice the strained tenor of my voice.

“Just wanted to check in,” he says, taking the seat across from me. Goddammit .

I swipe away a layer of sweat from my brow and fold my hands on the top of my desk, attempting to look natural. “Everything is going well here,” I tell him.

Dad settles in, and I inwardly curse. Please leave now so I can continue getting my dick sucked. At work.

“I can’t tell you how pleased I am at the work you’ve been doing. I just wanted to let you know in person.”

I feel a hand slide up my thigh and have to force a smile. “That’s really nice, but you could have sent an email,” I say, and my father chuckles. My toes curl into my shoes when Nicolette takes my dick in her hand and stuffs it into her mouth.

What the fuck are you doing, queenie? Cut it out.

“I thought this conversation needed a personal touch.”

Oh, I’m getting a personal touch right now, Haywood, and it’s not from you.

“I appreciate that. I’m guessing you got the latest reports on the fragrance additive?” Maybe if I just chat for a second, he’ll leave, and I can turn Nicolette over my knee and paint her ass red, the little shit.

Dad rubs his hands together in glee. “This is so exciting. You and Nicolette really do make a wonderfully innovative team.”

The woman in question sucks me so hard, I go cross-eyed, seeing two of my father sitting in front of me.

“I hope we’re paying her enough,” he continues. “Do you think we should give her a raise?”

This is so fucked up. We’re sitting here discussing giving Nicolette an increase in pay while my goddamn cock is in her mouth.

“I think… whatever you think is best,” I rasp as she tickles my balls, and good god almighty!

She knows what that does to me . Women always like to fondle my testicles, rolling them between their fingers or squeezing them, but that does nothing for me.

Nicolette is the only one who has ever given me the light touch I need, and it drives me wild.

“Good,” Dad says, pleased. “I’ll secure that with payroll tomorrow. We definitely want to keep Dr. Bell.”

“Agreed,” I say because it’s the god’s honest truth. I can’t imagine ever letting this little ball-tickling brat go.

Needing to get my dad out of here, I subtly unlock my phone and send Phoenix a 9-1-1 text.

That’s the signal we use if one of us needs the other to call with an interruption, though my twin is usually the one summoning me to call so I can get him out of a boring meeting that’s droned on too long. Well, he fucking owes me.

A second later, my phone rings, and it’s the most glorious sound I’ve ever heard. Putting on my best apologetic smile, I waggle my phone at my father. “Sorry, Dad. That’s Phoenix. We’re supposed to have a, uh, a phone meeting about the packaging ideas for the men’s skin care line.”

“Ah, yes! Another brilliant idea. I’ll just get out of your hair.” He stands, and I stay seated but reach across the desk to shake his hand, which causes my dick to go deeper into Nicolette’s mouth. I hear a little gagging noise, and clear my throat, hoping Dad didn’t notice it.

“I’ll talk to you tomorrow,” I tell him.

“Okay, son.” I think he’s about to walk out the door, but he turns back. “I’m really happy for you and Nicolette. I think she’s a lovely young woman, and you deserve to be happy.”

The lovely young woman tickles my balls again, and I swear on my life, I’m going to strangle her.

My phone is still ringing so I answer it, saying a quick, “Thanks, Dad. Gotta get this,” followed by a “Hey, Phoenix. Thanks for calling.”

A chuckle sounds in my ear as my father exits and thankfully closes the door behind him. “Got stuck talking to the old man, huh?” my twin says at the same time Nicolette shoves her mouth down my shaft and does some kind of magical shit with her tongue.

“Goddamn, I’m coming,” I groan, grabbing Nicolette’s hair and fucking roughly up into her mouth as my head drops back. “That’s it, baby. Take it all.”

“Holy fucking shit, are you getting a blowie right now?” Phoenix blurts before yelling, “You go, Nicolette!” And then quieter, “Hey, dude, can you put me on speaker?”

“Fuck off,” I say, tapping my thumb against the screen to disconnect the call as I spill down Nicolette’s slim throat. “God, you’re such a bad fucking girl.”

“I’m still here,” Phoenix chimes in, and I realize I must have missed the button with my thumb. “I think you’re supposed to call her a good girl, bro.”

I do my best to focus on my phone— because I’m still fucking coming —and disconnect for real this time, relaxing back in the chair while my girl sucks my soul from my body.

When I’m completely dry with my head lolling to the side, Nicolette finally pulls off me and grins from beneath the desk.

“How’s my lipstick?”

I look at the smudges around the outside of her mouth and grin. “We might need to work on a blow-job-proof formula.”

She kisses my tip and says, “I’ll put that on the schedule for next year.”