Everything He Demands (Bookkeeper for the Billionaire #3)(2)
Author: Thalia Frost

“The things I could do with a little olive oil.” Rock smirked at me as I squirmed in my seat. He let his finger slide from my mouth. “In a few minutes…after the waiter takes our order.”

I nodded. No way he’s planning to do me here where anyone could walk in and see us.

But the glint in his eye said otherwise.

When the waiter returned, I found myself distracted. All I could think about was Rock bending me over the table and having his way with me.

“Take your time with the food,” Rock said to the waiter, his tone brooking no argument.

I knew the command would be heeded as all Rock’s orders were.

“Hmm. You’ve done this before, I guess,” I said in a shaky voice, chewing a piece of bread that seemed stuck in my throat.

“Never. I’ve never been with a woman who made me want to.” Rock’s gaze smoldered with desire.

“Oh.” I put the bread down, all thoughts of eating gone.

“I want you against the wall.” His tone had grown terse as he took my hand and gently pulled me up. My legs threatened to buckle as he stood beside me.

“But what if—?”

“Don’t worry about anything. I could buy Gino’s if I wanted to. Any damage will be minor.”

I wasn’t sure about that.

He pulled me into his arms, kissing me hard even as he backed me up toward the wall. His hands were all over me, tangled in my hair and then down the front of my dress as if he couldn’t stand not to touch me.

I moaned with arousal, my whole body flushed with heat. I wanted him inside me, and I didn’t care if anyone walked in. The control he had over me frightened me a bit, but I couldn’t think coherently about it with his hand against my ass.

I hit the wall with a thud. His fingers behind my head ensured that only my back and butt made contact. I gasped.

“You okay?” He released me from the kiss, his voice ragged.

“Yeah. I think so.”

“Good.” He whipped his jacket off and left me there against the wall, gaping. He sauntered back to our table. “I love olive oil. It’s so smooth and…healthy.” He leered at me.

My God. What is he going to think of to do with olive oil?

But I had some ideas.

“Don’t you?” Rock grabbed the bowl and scooted a chair near me. He set the dish down and unfastened his pants, letting them fall to the ground around his ankles.

“Yes,” I squeaked.

He pursed his lips as if unsure whether to believe me. “Get on your knees.”

I complied, having to hike my dress up a bit to do so. My pu**y tingled at the sight of his c**k outlined against his silky boxer briefs. I briefly felt self-conscious that I’d only managed to sponge off and freshen up in the lavatory on the plane. The scent of his cologne and of sex still clung to me.

As if he were reading my mind with that uncanny ability I’d seen in him before, Rock whispered, “I want you just like you are, and I’m not waiting till after we eat dinner.”

I closed my eyes at the intensity in his voice.

“I want you to look at me when you take my c**k into your mouth.” His words were harsh. “But not yet. I have other ideas first. Come closer, Lacey.”

Arousal rushed through me.

There were a few feet between us, so I had to scoot toward him on my knees. His gaze caught mine, and heat prickled my body. I stopped less than twelve inches from him.  His c**k was level with my face.

Slowly and deliberately, he reached for the dish with the oil in it. My heart thumped madly, and I wondered if I’d have a stroke. I’d never been so hot and in turmoil. What if someone walked in on us?

Rock slathered oil on his palms, a wicked grin on his face. “Perfect.” He took his c**k in hand and began stroking it. He bit his lip, never breaking his stare into my eyes.

I moaned softly at the sight of his long fingers on his cock.

“Touch your pu**y, Lacey. Show me how wet you are.”

I hurried to comply with him, tugging my dress up where he could see my tiny panties and garters. I slipped my fingers inside the lacy strip of fabric, finding my clit. I bit my lip, circling the nubbin.

“Finger yourself. You’re so sexy, Lacey.” Rock’s speed had increased a bit as he slid his hand up and down his cock. The sound of his flesh and the oil together made me shiver.

My cl*t was already on fire as I moved fingers inside myself. I groaned at the sensation and at the desire I saw in Rock’s eyes.

“I want you to make yourself come. Show me how much you like my cock.” Rock raised one eyebrow, his pace never slacking. “I love to watch you. I need to watch you.”

I heard that need in his voice, and my breath caught. I already stood on the precipice of orgasm. I’d never been watched and wanted by a man like Rock before and certainly not like this—in an upscale restaurant in Venice in a private room.

I swirled my fingers over my clit, faster now, and his hand on his c**k worked more quickly as well.

“That’s right. Make that pretty pu**y feel good, Lacey,” Rock crooned.

At the sound of his voice, I shouted my release. I fell forward and clung to Rock. His hands tangled in my hair, oil and all, and I couldn’t have cared less. I reveled in the feel of him combing through the strands as I kissed his inner thigh.

“I need you, Lacey,” he growled.

I clasped his c**k at the base and looked into his eyes, so dark and mysterious.

“I’m close. Finish me off. I want to come in your mouth.” He touched my face, trailing his fingers down my cheek.

I nodded and gripped his c**k harder, eliciting a moan from him, which thrilled me. Swirling my tongue around the plum-shaped head, I smiled.

“Don’t tease me. I can’t wait. I’m going to burst. Watching you made me crazy.” The words were terse.

“Right, boss,” I whispered and took him into my mouth—all of him.

“Oh, yes. That’s right.” He sighed as I moved up and down on his hard shaft. The oily taste of him only turned me on now. I thought of how he’d looked stroking his cock. He gripped my hair hard as I sucked him hard.

“Dammit, Lacey. How do you do that?” He shouted his orgasm moments later. His hot cum pulsed into my mouth, and I swallowed it with pleasure.

He relaxed his grip on my hair, and I licked the last beads of moisture from the head of his cock, my lips lingering there on the salty spot.

Rock was still for a moment, and only the sound of his breath filled the room. “Ready to eat?” He helped me up, a big smile on his face.

“I am.”

“Me too.” He helped me straighten out my dress, and I watched him zip up and tuck his shirt in.