Fool for Love (Believe #2) (47 page)

She nods at once.

“I trust you.”

“Thank fuck.”

My mouth slams down on hers and she opens up to me at once. Her tongue meets mine, and her arms reach up to wrap around my neck, clinging to me. I push her back until we’re stopped by the wall. The fire in my blood flares up when she lifts her leg and wraps it around my hip, rubbing her cunt against my dick in fast, even strokes.

“Fuck, why didn’t you wear a skirt?” I groan when I need to come up for air. She gasps when I lean away and unbutton her jeans.

“I’ll do that next time,” she pants, her hands reaching for my belt.

I grunt and pull down her jeans, kneeling before her to help her step out of them. With shaky hands, I press my thumb against the damp spot on her thong, and I curse wildly when I feel how wet she is. Leaning in, I inhale her musky scent, my tongue flicks over her clit.

“Garrett,” she sighs softly. “Please…”

“Please what?” I ask her as I rub my tongue flat against her.

“Please go down on me. I can’t take this teasing.”

Chuckling, I place my hands on her ass, digging my nails into her soft flesh. I itch to spank her, but I don’t have time. Any minute now, we can be interrupted, and even though the door is locked, I can’t have that.

I can’t lose this moment between us.

I pull down her underwear, and my breath hitches when I see the small strip of hair and her glistening cunt.

“This has to be fast,” I groan as I lift her right leg so it rests on my shoulder.

“Fuck, yes.”

Her moans grow louder as my mouth finds her clit, and I feast on her essence. With one hand on her hip, I push my tongue as far inside her as I can, groaning hard from the taste, but I need more. I unbutton my jeans and free my dick from my boxers, rubbing it hard until I can feel some pre-cum on the head. I rub it around, my lungs burning, and sweat gathers on my brow.

“Oh, god, Garrett, I’m close,” Suzy pants from above me. I look up to see her head thrown back, her eyes closed.

“Touch your tits, waif,” I order her, my voice hoarse. When she reaches up to pinch her nipples, I push two fingers inside her tightness.

I’m lost in her. I still my hand on my dick and lap up her juices, picking up my pace. Finger fucking her harder, deeper, hitting her sweet spot over and over again as my tongue flicks her clit, I hold onto her hip as her instincts take over and she begins to roll them against my face.

“Garrett, I’m coming!” she groans. Then I feel her walls clamp down on my fingers, and her wetness intensifies. I lean back and pepper her trembling thigh with kisses, wiping my cheeks as she slowly comes down from her high.

“Not done yet, my love.” I stand and pick up her limp body. Her mouth meets mine in deep kiss, and I hardly register the sting from her strong hold in my hair. I can’t get to the desk fast enough.

“Fuck me, Garrett,” she breathes against my mouth as she nips at my lower lip with her teeth. “I’m yours.”

She doesn’t have to ask me twice. I let her slide down my body and with a possessive grip on her hip, I turn her around and push a hand on her back.

“Bend over, babe.” Arms trembling with need, I push down my pants entirely, kicking them off as they hit the floor.

I take off my sweater and push her legs wider apart with my foot. Her soft puffs match my hard ones, and I take a firm grip on the base of my dick and let it run down the crease on her ass, all the way to her sensitive cunt.

“Don’t scream this time,” I pant as I line up my dick against her entrance. “People could hear you.”

In one hard thrust, I push inside her, and I still, throwing my head back in ecstasy when her still wet cunt pulls me further in.

Heaven.

Then I fuck her.

H
E’S WILD.

He’s rough.

We’re both filled with a need that takes over all my senses. All I can do is match his relentless pace, pushing my hips back, until stars burst behind my closed eyelids, and his body covers mine. When he groans and his mouth comes down on my neck, kissing it, I know without a doubt that he loves me.

He may not have said the words yet, but I can
feel
it right to my soul.

He loves me.

And I love him.

But do I tell him?

I breathe deeply as he gently thrusts inside me a couple of times, and I turn my head to catch his lips with mine in a soft kiss.

“Fuck, waif, what you do to me…”

His wild breathing slows little by little as he rubs his lips against mine. My body is sweaty, and the air is heavy. If anyone walked in right now, they’d be able to smell what we’ve been up to right away.

“I can’t feel my legs,” I whisper on a low laugh. “I think I need a nap.”

He hums and then straightens up. The loss of him inside me makes me wince slightly, and I try to hold in the trickle of his cum.

“Do you have some paper towels?” He nods quickly and opens a drawer. He hands me some paper napkins, and I quickly wipe it away and throw them in the waste basket next to the desk.

Ruffling my hair, I blow out a breath, trying to cool down.

“I think I should’ve brought a spare set of clothes.”

He picks up his pants and quickly puts them on before he walks to the wall to get my things. I hurry to get dressed, and as I button my jeans, my eyes fall on the delicious dessert.

“I’m starved,” I murmur. Stomach growling, I pick up a spoon and plate. When the gooeyness hits my taste buds, I moan and close my eyes, my senses overcome with how good it is.

“Please don’t do that.”

My eyes spring open when the rough tone reaches my ears, and I take in the almost pained expression in Garrett’s eyes.

Smiling, I take another bite.

“Why?” Mouth full, I sigh in pleasure, teasing him relentlessly.

“Because it makes me want to fuck you all over again.”

I giggle slightly and shake my head at him.

“You’re insatiable, honey.”

“Only for you,” he whispers. My breath stills from the intensity in his eyes. Gone is the pain that used to meet me; instead, there is hope and something else that I cannot quite define. But then he breaks the moment when he looks down and puts on his shirt.

“Well, I’m pretty sure that my lady bits can’t take anymore from you for at least twelve hours or so.”

His lips lift in an arrogant smirk, and he looks at his watch.

“What time do you have to be at
The Vault
tonight?” he asks me. I sigh when the real world comes knocking.

“At nine p.m.”

He nods once.

“We best get home. I have some pasta and chicken in the fridge; plenty of time to feed you before your shift.”

“Don’t you have to stay here at work?” I ask him, a bit puzzled.

He frowns.

“I’ll come back later. As long as we don’t know more about that fuckwit, Easton, I’m not letting you out of my sight.”

I nod and and lick the spoon in my hand, annoyed that that deplorable man has the ability to sour my good mood even when he’s not around.

“Alright, it makes sense. Do you think your dad will have dropped off Rufus at home while we’ve been here?”

“Nah. He usually texts me when he does, but who knows? Maybe he hasn’t bothered with it this time.”

“I miss him,” I sigh.

He laughs.

“You really love my dog, don’t you?”

I shrug. “How can I not? He’s so adorable; he might hog the bed, but he’s a great cuddler.”

“About that…” He comes towards me and taps my chin lightly. “No more cuddling with the dog when I’m home. That’s my job from now on.”

My lips part, and I blink a couple of times. My pulse speeds up at the implications of his words, of the enormity of them, but I don’t want to make a big deal out of it.

“Okay, then.”

I look down and rearrange my top, finally starting to cool down. Garrett gives me a quick smile and then walks away to wait for me at the door. He unlocks it when I reach his side.

“Don’t forget the tiramisu you made,” I murmur, leaning up to brush my lips over his.

“I wouldn’t dream of it.”

The wicked gleam that meets my eyes when I rest back on the soles of my feet makes me laugh.

“Insatiable,” I mutter as we leave his office to go home. When he takes my hand and squeezes it once, I smile and look down at my feet.

My heart feels light and free for the first time in years.

I won’t let anything ruin the happiness I feel right now.

Work is absolutely mad tonight. I don’t know if there’s love in the air, or it’s just my newfound happiness that makes me see hearts and flowers everywhere, even among the patrons frequenting the club. Even some of the Doms who look a lot harder to handle than Garrett seem to soften when their gazes land on their subs by their sides; and the smiles of their subs seem more proud than usual.

I’m preparing a cocktail when I hear someone call my name from behind. Turning around, drink in hand, I find Morgan waving at me from the other end of my station, and I smile wide.

Indicating that I’ll work my way down to her, I hand the older gentleman his drink and take his bills, before giving another customer my attention. My belly flutters with nerves as I work my way down to Morgan, all the while wondering why she’s here.