“Give me a job, Drake. I’m just standing here, useless.”I laughed at his description and nodded toward the beer section. “Pilsner. Find us a good one. And stick with cans, so we don’t have to fuss with a bottle opener.”He disappeared down the aisle, and I meandered over to the bread, finding what looked like a rye-wheat, the aroma telling me it was freshly baked. And last, for dessert, I picked up a slice of Black Forest cake.I met Easton at the counter, where we set all the food and beer.“Don’t even think about it,” he said as I began to take out my wallet.“But this was my idea. Please let me pay.”“This entire trip, including the dinner, is on Hooked.” He kissed the side of my forehead. “I’m paying.” He handed his corporate card to the older woman and put his arm around my waist.She silently ran his card through the machine once I selected the appropriate number of plastic bags we would need to buy, and I bagged our food, adding napkins and wooden forks and knives. “Beautiful
I glanced toward the water. “But the happiness extends far beyond my employment. I feel it every second while I’m with you. Just know that.”His fingers slid into my hair, his palm staying on my cheek. “You know what I’ve noticed about the professional side of you?” He paused, but he wasn’t looking for a response. “You have this quality that I’ve never seen in another leader. It’s the way you encourage, motivate. It’s almost like you put the listener in a trance and suddenly they’re eating cherry cake and they don’t even realize it until they swallow.”I laughed. “I’m a pusher.”“But you do it silently.” His stare deepened. “And you’re so down-to-earth, so humble, it comes across effortlessly. Like some of the times I’ve seen you with the coders and David. Rather than pull up a chair to their desk, you kneel next to them on the floor. Not squat—your knees are literally resting on the carpet. Or the meetings you conduct on the beanbags with your shoes off and your laptop on your lap. P
I just wanted to give her a warning in case she didn’t want my cum in her mouth.But all those words did was make her go harder. Deeper. Her hand grinding over the spit that had fallen toward my base, lubricating me as she thrust up and down.“Oh fuck!”My hips began to rock toward her mouth, reaching, climbing to that peak.She wasn’t coaxing it out of me.She was demanding.And I was there.That spot where the tingles left my sack and fired up my shaft, driving the blast through me.I fisted her hair, roaring, “Yes,” as the first shot came out of me, bucking forward and back, meeting her, as a second load hit her tongue, followed by a third.I couldn’t breathe.My whole body was this sensitive mix of warmth and vibrations.And she slowed down, ensuring she had every drop out of me before her lips left and her hand unleashed.I held her face the moment she rose and stared into her eyes, touching her throat as she swallowed me, a sight that was so fucking sexy.“Goddamn it, Drake. You
“They’re missing you,” he replied. “We all are, but I know many of them have reached out since you left. You’ve been a lifesaver, I can tell you that. One issue after the next, and no one has been able to fill your role.”She beamed from the compliment. “Someone will come along soon, I’m sure of that. Regardless, I’m happy to help. I know what it’s like to need answers and not be able to get them. I’m always here for you guys.”“You should see what’s happening at work.” He shifted his stance. “You know, the rollout and how it’s all come together.” He shoved a hand into his pocket, and the other went to his chin, holding it as he looked at her. “We’ve done some initial testing across a few markets. You’d be so proud with the results.”Her head shook. “I’m thrilled it went so well. We worked hard on those designs. I’d be crushed if it wasn’t received the way I wanted.”“It’s going to launch across all markets in the next couple of months. I’ll ping you on Faceframe when it hits the US t
Because before we’d left for Berlin, I had booked us a suite at the same hotel and paid for it personally, so I wouldn’t set off any alarms when our head of finance got the corporate credit card bill.Her brows rose. “Just for me?”“Well, for us, and then we’re being picked up to start our day of sightseeing. You know about the Jewish Museum, which we’re going to first. I’ve hired a private guide, so you can ask all the questions you want, and we won’t have to wait in any lines.” I rubbed my thumb across her lips. “We’ll then stop by Checkpoint Charlie, the Brandenburg Gate, the Wall Memorial—the required sites.” I paused, letting that settle in. “But aside from the museum, my most anticipated part of tomorrow is going to be the underground tour.”“Underground?” Her head tilted. “I’m intrigued.”“It’s a completely unexpected side of the city, where we’ll be shown war bunkers and air-raid shelters, and escape tunnels that were used during the war. The museum will show us one side of th
“A castration.” She laughed.I winced at her description, and she pressed her knees into mine. “Don’t stress over the details of the past. We’ve moved on. Things are fab now, remember?”I nodded slowly. “You’re right.”“And how are things going at work? You guys are together there every day. Is that affecting you at all?”“Not really.” I sighed, thinking of all the effort he put in to make sure work didn’t get difficult between us. “He really gives me my space. I mean, sure, I see him, we pass each other constantly, sometimes we go out for lunch. But he doesn’t hover, if you know what I mean.”“He gets what you need, and he gives it to you. That right there is the total package, my friend.”“I can’t deny that.”“And the international rollout—is everything still on track?”I lifted the vodka off the bar and took a sip. “Hence this,” I said, wiggling the glass, shaking the ice before I set it down.“Oh boy.” Her brows lifted. “Do I need to whip someone’s ass?”“No, no, it’s all good, it
“What, did you go for a walk?” I asked.She finished chewing, licking off the flakes of glaze. “I went and got some avocado toast for lunch. I was so hungry, I ate it during the walk back. You just gave me the perfect dessert.”I glanced down her body. The sundress was loose on her curves and hung all the way to her feet, where her cute polished toes were wrapped in a pair of sandals. I focused just a little longer on her tits, the way the fabric hugged them, and hissed out a mouthful of air. “I bought four of these”—I held up a doughnut and chewed off a bite, returning the rest to the bag—“because it’s been a hell of a day already.”“What’s going on?”I wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her closer. “The usual hectic nightmares when you’re trying to grow your business. Honestly, I’d rather kiss you than talk about it.” I connected our mouths, inhaling the coconut that wafted off her face. “I missed you last night.”We didn’t spend many evenings apart. Only if she had plans wi
“Fifteen minutes, Drake. Ticktock . . . remember.” I smiled before I ducked my face under the dress.I placed my nose on the lace, right over her clit, and inhaled her.That fucking smell.I couldn’t get enough.Ever.“Oh shit,” she moaned, quivering.I rubbed my nose up and down the thin material before I slipped the fabric to the side and licked from the lowest point of her all the way to the highest.There would be no teasing in this elevator.No waiting.No punishing by drawing out her orgasm.Drake needed one thing from me, and I was going to give it to her.I pointed my tongue and focused on the top of her clit, swiping it back and forth while I used two fingers to spread the wetness down to her opening. I made sure to coat those same fingers as I prepped her, gradually inserting just enough that she knew where I was going, and then went as high as my knuckles.Her hand found my head, the dress between us stopping her from pulling my hair—or even seeing me—but she still pushed a