Page 28 of Until You’re Breathless (Insatiable #1)

Bowie

M y laptop is spread across my thighs as I sit up in bed, going through notes from Drummond Motors, trying to organize our production model a little more efficiently.

We had a mess of a production schedule at Kruger a dozen times, and I was the only one that could make sense of it and make it into something attainable.

Jagger is at his brother Rush’s, going through some things, so that Halen knows what direction to go with resources.

Jinny is over there, too, since she’s the HR manager, and she’s dying to bring in new blood.

A news bulletin comes across my screen, and I realize that it’s out in the open now.

The world knows that Lawson and Drummond have made an agreement. That’s when my phone rings.

Heart pounding, I consider not answering it, but this is the first call that he’s made since I left him. “Boston. What do you want.” I open with. My voice is even, maybe cold, but unwavering.

“I see you hopped in the sack with both Jagger and Wesley Hopkins, huh.” He clucks his tongue.

“That’s not an answer. What do you want.”

“I just wonder how many other men you plan to fuck to get what you want. Or to get Jagger what he wants, that is.”

“Fuck you, Boston. I haven’t done anything other than do my job, which is more than I can say for you, you son of a bitch.

It’s called loyalty. You could use a lesson on it.

” I’m about to hang up, but he stops me, just as I hear Jagger walk into the house.

I decide to put him on speakerphone, so that Jagger can overhear the bullshit.

“If you knew what loyalty was, I would never have fucked around on you, and you know it.”

“I was never anything other than loyal to you. You’re delusional, Boston.”

Jagger walks into the bedroom, hearing me speak my ex’s name, and his face goes from content to ‘what the fuck does that asshole want?’

“If you were loyal, you would never have left me and gone to that weasel Jagger.”

I guess I should have known that this call would come some day.

It should never have been expected for Boston to take this whole ordeal sitting down.

Not only did I leave him, but I left him and went to his archrival, and then we were awarded a life-altering deal that he wanted, too.

So, Boston got bitch slapped twice. Not saying that he didn’t deserve it, just pointing out the facts, and the karma.

That’s when Jagger interjects. “That weasel Jagger is who gave Bowie what she deserved, jackass. All you did was make her work and take all the fucking credit. This girl is so fucking intelligent and hardworking, and all you ever did was fuck around on her in return. You got what was coming to you, Boston. So go to hell.”

Jagger kisses me on the lips.

“Oh, isn’t that sweet. You two lovebirds make me sick. I hope your friend Axl fucks you over like you’ve been fucking him over for years. You know, I should ask him if he wants to make a deal with me, since you’re too much of a pussy to do it yourself.” His tone is snide. He’s all but spitting.

“You go right ahead, man. I wish you luck.” Jagger scoffs, unscathed.

“Fuck you, asshole. I hope Bowie is a better fuck for you.”

Jagger loosens his tie and removes it. “That’s none of your fucking business, shithead. I’m sure your work has piled up to the fucking ceiling without her there to clean up after you. I hope you find someone else to change your fucking papers.”

I interject. “I’m blocking your number now, Boston. Don’t try to call me again.”

“Fuck the two of you.” He says and hangs up.

I sigh. “Well, I guess I had that coming.”

Jagger undoes his shirt and tosses it in the laundry hamper. “You didn’t have anything coming, Bowie. He was smarter keeping his distance. He tries that shit again and I’ll file a fucking restraining order.”

“That’s unnecessary. Boston is a lot of talk and no action. Plus, he wasn’t stupid enough to threaten me. And with what? We already got the deal he wanted fair and square. Nobody knew about it until the article was released just now.”

“I told Stevie to keep it as concise as possible.”

“She did. And she had to include the part about me joining your team, too. There was no choice in the matter since Wesley wanted it that way.”

“Well, if that’s the worst-case scenario, I’ll take it. A little trash talk from Boston is nothing compared to what shit I thought would hit the fan.”

He undoes his pants and removes them, effectively giving me a little strip show that he’s not aware of.

I try to keep focused on the subject at hand, but I can feel myself pulsing in all the right places.

I can’t help it. Jagger is so fucking hot I can’t think.

And being in the office with him all day and half the night, without kissing him, without touching him, does things to me.

I decide to play this game and see if he picks up on anything.

As he takes off his pants, I pull my pajama shirt over my head, rendering myself naked.

My nipples bead instantly as he removes his underwear and places it in the hamper.

He’s naked. His dick is flaccid but perfect.

His muscles bulge as he walks to the ensuite bathroom to brush his teeth.

I watch him standing there, ample cock hanging down, biceps bulging as he works his teeth.

It takes everything in me not to rise and go suck his cock right in the bathroom.

The only thing that covers me on the bed right now is my laptop.

I try to look busy on my computer as he stands there, looking at his phone.

He peers over at me for a second, and that’s when I see his cock twitch.

“You’re looking awfully sexy there in your nakedness, batgirl. ”

I chuckle. “Batgirl?”

“A girl with a hidden mission.”

“I see it’s working.” I comment, as his cock lengthens. After I close the lid on my laptop and set it on the nightstand, I part my legs fully, opening myself to him. He’s about to walk to me, and I stop him. “No. I want to watch you.”

“Watch me what?” He asks, lifting a brow.

“Get hard as a rock.”

“Baby, I’ll get hard as a rock the second I touch you.”

I skate my hands down my breasts, to my clit. “I want to see if I can do it without you touching me.”

“Bowie, you have all the magic powers.” He says, as his dick twitches again, rising. “But I’ll play your game.”

“Will you?” I ask, my voice sultry, as I shove a finger inside myself.

He bites his lip as his dick hardens instantly. “Holy....fuuuuck.”

My finger goes in and out, getting wetter and wetter.

“You are not seriously going to make me stand here, with my dick pointing north, while you do that, are you?”

I go for playful. “I was just going to say what the fuck are you doing over there!”

He tilts his head and speaks warningly, with a playful snort.

“Why you...” He dives on the bed, hands first, face right into my wetness.

He sucks the clit, pulling it upward, opening me fully, as I writhe, desperate for him.

“Oh, baby, I’m going to make you come so hard for that. ” He speaks between sucks.

“You make me come hard, anyway. I want you to make me come and then fuck me hard.”

“Your wish is my command.” He answers, pushing his hands under my ass and licking my clit in the perfect spot, with the perfect amount of pressure.

I come in seconds, giving him absolutely no challenge at all, which I know is sort of a love slash hate thing for him.

He loves the challenge, but he also loves it when I come fast, too.

And all he has to say are a few words to drive me over the edge.

As I writhe and cry out, he sucks my clit, making the pleasure more intense, I could faint.

He kisses his way up my thigh as my climax ebbs, but he cleverly leaves a finger on my clit, rubbing it deliciously, keeping a rhythm as he makes his way up my body. “Turn on your side, baby.”

I do as he instructs, and he enters my wetness from behind, leaving the finger there, kissing my neck, making my eyeballs roll into the sockets. “God...Jagger!” I growl, feeling myself climb so fast this way. His cock is hitting me at a perfect angle inside, while his finger works the clit.

His thrusts are deep as I keep my leg lifted, giving him access, and his other hand reaches under me and squeezes my nipples. “Fuck! I’m gonna come, Jagger!” I hiss and groan, feeling my second orgasm come with ease.

He speeds, as I feel his cock engorge fully, riding on the coattails of my orgasm, and I reach back, squeezing his nipple, forcing him to come with me, for my third time.

His grunts and broken panting are so satisfying, as he empties inside me.

He kisses my neck as he slows, and our bodies relax.

When he pulls out of me, he slides his hand up my body, caressing me.

“Sleep, baby.” He whispers, kissing me behind the ear.

“You, too.”

I hear him swallow and then breathe deeply. On exhale, he says. “I love you, baby.”

“I love you, too.”

I lean over and turn out the light and we sleep like lambs.

...until morning...

Jagger

I think I’m dreaming until I look over and see that Bowie’s head is not on the pillow.

When I look down, I see her head bobbing up and down, sucking my rock-hard dick like it’s the last thing she’ll ever do.

“Jesus fucking Christ.” I breathe, feeling the come approaching the tip already.

She must have started fucking me with her mouth while I was in a deep sleep.

I wake up with morning wood almost every day, so she must have been.

..enticed. My cock is so hard it feels like it’ll explode, and her mouth on it looks so fucking hot I almost can’t bear to look.