Raw(35)
Author: Belle Aurora

She’s so small. With her hands on her hips and her face bunched, she looks pissed at me. I don’t know why she’d be pissed at me, but her stance has me a little worked up.

My eyes flash.

Sitting on the edge of her desk, I spread my knees apart and demand, “Come here, Lexi.”

Bending at the waist, she whisper-hisses, “No! I will not come here, Lexi just because you said so! What I’m still struggling with is why you just gave my seventeen-year-old two-year case a job when I don’t want him dealing!”

Back up.

Folding my arms across my chest, I lean back and study the floor, pursing my lips.

“You think I gave Michael a job dealing drugs for me?” I peek up at her through furrowed brows.

Her eyes lose some steam and her stance weakens. “Well, I did. Until you said that.” Reaching up, she pinches the bridge of her nose. “Dammit, now I’m just confused.”

Adorable. No shit.

“Babe, I gave that boy a job. A legit job. He needs the money for something, and he’s desperate enough to turn to the streets. Not gonna happen now. He’ll shadow me and be somewhat of a PA for me. You said it yourself, he’s smart. He needs something better than dealing. And I promise, if he sticks with me, I’ll take care of him. He’ll go to school and get a degree. He’ll be better off working for me.”

Her face has softened, but her eyes are still wary. Rolling her eyes, she asks sarcastically, “So, what? You’re just going to hire all my kids now?”

I immediately ask in all seriousness, “Would that make you happy?”

‘Cause I’d f**king do it.

For her, I’d do it.

Not answering, she shakes her head and her face becomes sweet again. “I’m sorry. I jumped to conclusions and it was really shitty of me. I’m glad Michael is working for you rather than dealing. It was a nice thing to do. So, thank you, Twitch.”

Patting the inside of my knee, I demand once more, “Come here, Lexi.”

Looking me in the eye, she takes two steps forward to stand in-between my legs. Leaning forward, I brush the tip of my nose against hers and whisper, “You really happy about this, or you just sayin’ that?”

Her eyes close, she rubs the tip of her nose to mine again, and says huskily, “I’m really, really happy.”

I make a soft growling noise in my throat.

This little woman turns me on something fierce.

“So you’re grateful?” She opens her eyes and nods. Leaning back from her, I watch her through my hooded gaze and ask very slowly, “Grateful enough to suck my tongue?”

Her breath hitches and her eyes flash the brightest of blues.

I smile big.

She likes that.

Leaning closer, I lower my face to hers until our noses meet. Opening my mouth, I run my tongue along her lower lip. Her lips part a little and I slide my tongue into her mouth. And she sighs.

She f**king sighs.

As if my tongue was a f**king gift. The best gift she’s ever gotten.

Her lips close around my tongue and she sucks very, very gently. My already painfully-hard c**k jerks in my pants. I’m craving her. I want to touch her, but this is about her showing me gratitude. My fingers curl around the edges of her desk to stop myself from kissing her back.

She sucks a little harder. Her lips are heavenly. Her hands come up to cup my cheeks, and tilting her head slightly, she sucks even harder, going so deep that our lips meet.

This is the single most erotic experience of my life.

A mewing sound escapes her and I pull back. Beautifully flushed, her eyes flutter open and I lick my lips.

I taste strawberry lip gloss.

Clearing my throat, I utter, “Gratitude displayed. Now thank me, baby.”

Asking her to thank me for letting her suck my tongue is a bit much, I’ll admit that, but she blinks before saying softly, almost dreamily, “Thank you, Twitch.”

And my c**k nearly explodes.

I need to get out of here. Buttoning up my jacket, I stand. “Got shit to do, babe. I’ll call.”

Returning to her usual self, she smiles, “No. You won’t.”

Smiling back, I respond, “No. I won’t.”

Then I turn on my heel and walk away from the girl of my dreams.

Leaving Lexi’s office, I make it back to work in time for Happy to pull me aside for a rare moment of privacy. “You sort things with the girl?”

Staring him down, I search his face. My lip curls.

What the f**k is it to him?

When he catches my glare, he matches it. “Don’t look at me like that. It is my business because it’s your business. Do you remember that I own this f**king company too? Remember why you came to me for that reason? You’re too impulsive. Unhinged, even. And you know it. I just want to protect my investment. I won’t let you f**k things up for me, man. Love you like a brother, but I won’t let you do that.”

Won’t let… Won’t let me?

Taking a step towards him, fire in my eyes, he places something into my hand. Part of me begs the angry part to let it go. But the angry part…it always wins. Glancing at the business card, fury makes my brain scramble. Lifting my fist, I punch my friend square in the mouth. Stumbling back, he falls flat on his ass. Ignoring my throbbing knuckles, I shake my hand a moment to relieve the pain, then flick the business card onto his chest.

My eyes focusing on the blood dripping from the side of his mouth, I ball my hands into fists and count to ten to stop myself from attacking a second time. And a third time. My head pounds with the need to do just that. “Don’t need to talk to a f**king quack, friend.” I say friend in a way that makes it sound like he’s anything but. “I’m fine. I’m f**king great.”

Happy stands, takes out a handkerchief from his shirt pocket, and dabs at his bloody lip, panting. “That’s exactly why you need to see someone, bro.” We stare at each other. “You’re not fine. I don’t think you’ve been fine a day in your life.”

Happy is my friend, but he’s also a pain in my ass. Turning to allow myself a moment to calm the beast that resides in my head, I breathe deeply. “No quack. Subject closed. What’s on the agenda today?”

He responds immediately, “Damage control. Warehouse A.”

My brow lifts. A sadistic smile appears on my face.

Looks like I’ll be able to take out my anger on someone after all.

Sitting on a five dollar fold out chair from a hardware store, my anger builds watching the traitor who tries in vain to cover his story. But he lies.