Dear Rosie, (Love Letters #2)

She pulls the lever I can’t see, and the chair lowers.

Until she’s eye level with my waist.

A tingle starts at the base of my spine, crawling up. “What do you have to confess, Little Rose?”

She holds my gaze. “That Ireallywant to suck your cock.”

“Fuck.” I exhale the curse as Rosie reaches out and undoes my belt.

Rosie pauses to lift a finger to her lips. “Shh. We’re eating lunch, remember?”

I grip the edge of the desk with both hands to stop myself fromgripping her hair. “Did you really bring me a sandwich too? Or was that all a ruse because my girl is hungry for dick?”

“The sandwiches are real.” She winks at me, then pulls my zipper down.

“Best fucking girlfriend ever.”

When she tugs down the front of my boxer briefs, I lose the battle against my control.

ONE HUNDRED NINE

ROSALYN

Nathan’s fingers dig into my hair, messing up the ponytail I just made. And I love it.

I pull his dick free, and my core pulses at having him in my hand.

We’ve fooled around. We’ve fucked. He’s come on me more than once. But I’ve never had a view like this.

Never had his cock in my mouth.

I grip his base with one hand and slide the other up his length.

“Jesus.” His hips twitch. “Full disclosure, I’m going to come embarrassingly quickly.”

I smile and roll my chair closer. “Sounds like a challenge.”

I keep my eyes on his and open my mouth.

His gaze is hooded, and he tightens his hands in my hair.

Then I stick my tongue out and lick his tip.

He hisses.

I chuckle, because even though I’m torturing myself with this too, it feels good to cause such a reaction from him.

I lick again, tasting his excitement as I stroke his length.

“That’s enough.” He slides one hand around until he’s palming the back of my head. “Time for you to suck.”

My panties soak through at his tone as he drags my mouth onto his length.

The groan that rolls through his body is visceral.

I hum.

He pulls me closer, shoving himself deeper.