Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 82756 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82756 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
“Knox sent me home. Told me to have weekend fun with you.”
“Even better.” He held out a hand for a plate, but before I could step away, he patted a clear patch of desk. “Sit. Let the fun begin.”
“Okay.” Somewhat awkwardly, I perched on the desk in front of him, legs dangling. “Did the podcast go well?”
“I suppose. I want to have Monroe back on the program to discuss the Stapleton case developments, but I’m waiting for the next official press release from the task force to record that one.” Holden sounded tired but like he was trying to be his usual optimistic self for my benefit. “So today’s pod was the author of a book about the impact of the true crime genre from the POV of a crime victim.”
“That sounds interesting.” I brushed my leg against his torso as I took a bite of eggs.
“It was. Great thought-provoking discussion.” Holden speared some potatoes and chewed before continuing, “On the one hand, there are cases like the Stapleton one where podcast and amateur sleuths are key in cracking unsolved mysteries. But the publicity takes a toll too.”
“You’re thinking about Worth again?” I rubbed his side with my bare foot. I didn’t know Worth personally, but I was also worried.
“After we were done recording the pod, I tried calling him. Nothing. Left a voicemail and text asking him to come to the memorial, offering to pay his way or help in whatever way he needs.” Holden’s mouth twisted.
“You offered. That matters.”
“Not enough.” He huffed a breath, sounding suspiciously like my usual dour self before brightening. “But I don’t want to dwell on the case right now. It’s the weekend. And like you said, I tried.”
“You’re a good friend.” Reaching down, I laid a hand on his shoulder, rubbing the tense muscle. “Maybe I can distract you?” I raised a meaningful eyebrow. “How are you feeling?”
“Right now? With you looking like a sexy-ass dessert on my desk? I feel amazing.” He grinned at me.
“I’m serious.” Tilting my head, I gave him a hard stare. His bad pain day had taken a few days to resolve as the weather had stayed rainy and wet.
“So am I.” Holden set his half-eaten plate aside. “In fact, I’m starving.”
“You want…?” I trailed off on a gasp as he danced his fingers down my bare chest. “Here?”
“Right here.” He grinned wolfishly. “My recording equipment is off, promise. And you look like a SEAL going undercover as a pool boy. I love it. Let me blow you? Please?”
“Thought please was my line,” I joked to cover my unease over the request. We hadn’t done this act yet despite Holden offering a few times. I wasn’t sure what my trepidation was. I didn’t mind being the focus when I was restrained, but take away the bondage, and I didn’t know how to deal with all the attention and affection.
“Oh, you’re going to be saying please plenty.” Holden waggled his eyebrows at me before turning stern. “Hands back behind you. Hold the edge of the desk. Legs on either side of me, touching the chair. Don’t move, and don’t you dare let go of that desk.”
“Fuck.” I exhaled hard. This was exactly what I needed, restraint and command. Orders. Orders I could do.
“God, baby.” Holden whistled low as he undid my fly and withdrew my cock. “You are so fucking hot.”
“I’m not—”
“Only words I want from you are please, more, yes, and close.” Growling, he gave me a fierce look that set my abs to trembling.
“Yes.” Being limited in speech was yet another layer of restraint, and apparently, my dick loved it because it pulsed in Holden’s hand. I hooked my feet around the arms of his office chair to increase the bound feeling even further.
Holden made an approving noise. “Good. Remember, don’t move.”
“I will…er…yes.” Trying to stick to the rules of this game, I suppressed a smile.
Even knowing what was coming, I had to work to remain motionless as Holden positioned himself so he could lower his head, teasing my cockhead with the very tip of his tongue. As usual, I was leaking big pearly drops of fluid, and Holden lapped up the precome eagerly.
“Mmm.” He made a noise more appropriate for hot fudge and brownies. “I love how turned on you get. Can’t wait to taste more.”
“I…uh…please.” I started to protest that I wasn’t entirely sure I could climax from oral attention, but if he wanted to try, I wasn’t exactly in a position to object.
“Good. You’re doing so good holding still. I think you need a reward.” And that was all the warning he gave before he swallowed me down, continuing until his nose rubbed against my jeans.
“Yes. Oh God.” I had to tense all my muscles, but I stayed in one place. A shudder raced through me, but I tried to tamp it down. I wasn’t truly worried that Holden might withhold pleasure if I didn’t stick to the rules he’d laid out, but there was also a certain satisfaction in pleasing him, in trying to prove my worth and obedience. And he rewarded my restraint with a steady rhythm, up and back, going a little deeper each pass before retreating to do more light teasing with his tongue. A frustrated noise escaped my throat. “More.”