Page 89 of Handsome Devil

She shuddered, silently offering her tits to my mouth again. There was something about calling her that that made me feel like I’d just conquered the entire continent.

I locked eyes with her. “Would you like me to play with this pussy while I take the call,wifey?” I ran the tip of my finger along her slit through her panties. She shivered, her skin pebbling.

Gia nodded, biting down on her lower lip.

“What’s the magic word?” I threw her words in her face.

“Immediately,” she said, not missing a beat.

My chest felt funny. We had inside jokes now. I’d never formed a human connection like this one before.

“Let me help you.Tate, please play with my pussy while you’re on a business call.” My dick was on the verge of detonating. “Come on, Apricity. Be a good girl.”

I dreamed about this from the moment I saw you.

“Tate, please play with my pussy while you’re on a business call.” The words slid from her lips in an urgent pant. Her head fell backward.

I rewarded her good behavior by flattening the base of my palm against her pussy. She tried rubbing her clit against it frantically, whimpering in abandon.

Guess the call was going to have some background sound effects.

Hey, it was better than elevator music.

I accepted the call. It was a four-way conference meeting with Beijing. A hostile takeover of a revoltingly expensive vacation resort they couldn’t keep afloat. It was locked, sealed, and underway. This was my introduction meeting to the purchased company’s board.

“Afternoon,” I said gruffly while my wife rode my palm. I massaged her ass, tonguing the space under her tits. “Allow me to introduce myself. I’m your new boss—andnightmare.”

Gia glided down my body, her fingers scraping down my sweatpants. She wanted to be fucked. I could not have that, if only for the simple reason I knew the minute those lips wrapped around my shaft, it’d be game over.

I grabbed the back of her neck, tugging her up and hurling her so her stomach was splayed over my lap. She was draped across the back seat now, twisting her head to look at me with those smoky feline eyes. Liquid gold and sooty lashes. Heavy with desire.

Her ass was up in the air, right in my face. Round, a little muscular, curvy. It was an offering I couldn’t refuse.

“William, my CFO, is going to share the signed deed on the screen. I trust you all have it in front of you. We’ll go through the bullet points. Ah, there it is.” My voice didn’t waver as I roughly yanked the top of Gia’s dress farther down, using the narrow sleeves to restrain her arms. Her tits chafed against the leatherseat. I clasped one of her nipples as though it was a precious diamond, rolling it between my fingers. Her forehead dropped to the seat, and she moaned with abandon.

“What was that?” the accountant of the Chinese company demanded.

I put the phone on speaker and tossed it onto the seat on my other side so I could play with her tit with one hand and use the other to pinch the lips of her pussy through her underwear.

“Nothing,” I said coldly. “Pay attention to William’s presentation.”

While Will droned on about business plans, cutting budgets, and shutting down parts of the resort to manage cost, I slipped Gia’s underwear to one side and buried two fingers inside her. She arched, chasing my touch with her pussy as I explored her silken, soaking folds. She was tight. To make matters worse for my leaking dick, she squeezed against me every time my fingers moved inside her, clamping around them in a death grip.

For Pete’s sake, I was never going to survive this woman. Fucking her would probably be like ramming my dick into a rubber band the width of a nickel. My balls shuddered at the thought.

I slid in and out, blowing air on her tight hole softly while playing with her tits. The sounds she made seared themselves into my DNA. Doubtless it was the sound of angels singing while they opened the gates of heaven for you.

Not that I’d ever get the chance to find out.

Gia was as close to paradise as I was going to get.

I brought her to her first climax quickly, making her writhe and whimper my name, all while somehow managing to keep my dick from shooting all over my briefs. She spasmed around my fingers, and I felt a rush of liquid heat coating them. It leaked down to my knuckles, vining around my wrist.

On the conference call, Will groused, “We need to be diligent about managing costs. If you go to page three-oh-two, item fifty-six, you will see some of the cuts we’ve made.”

Shit. Yes. Cuts. Costs. Hotels. Mini soaps. All that crap.

“I’ll make the trip there myself in a couple months,” I warned, withdrawing my fingers from Gia’s pussy and reaching over to her mouth for her to taste them. Her lips fastened around my fingers, sucking them off. She maintained eye contact with me, and that was all it took to eradicate whatever willpower I had left in me.