Chapter 517 In The Office
Elliot’s POV
Tessa arrived twenty minutes after I told my assistant to clear the rest of the afternoon. She walked in without knocking, closed the door behind her, and set her bag on the chair near the window like she already belonged in the room. I stayed behind the desk and watched her. She wore the same red lipstick she had on the last time we met. Her dress was tighter than the one from the hotel suite. She had come prepared.
“I have something,” she said.
“Sit.”
She did not sit. She stayed on her feet and rested both hands on the edge of my desk. I locked the door from the panel under the surface. The click was loud enough that she heard it. Her eyes moved to the lock and then back to me. She did not ask me to open it.
“Gail Windsor has not left her house in two days,” she said. “Katia went to see her yesterday. Julian did not. The staff at the estate said that old bitch called Celeste has been spending more time in the garden than usual. That is all I have so far.”
I stood and walked around the desk until I was in front of her. She did not step back. I put my hands on her waist and turned her so her hips pressed against the wood. Her breath caught when my fingers moved up and brushed the underside of her breasts through the dress.
“That is not enough,” I said.
“It is a start.”
I pushed her dress up until it bunched around her hips. She was not wearing anything underneath. I ran my palm between her legs and found her already wet. She made a small sound when I dragged my fingers through it. I kept my hand there and used my other hand to open my belt. I freed myself and pressed the length of my cock against her, sliding the head slowly through her folds without pushing in. She was dripping. I rubbed the tip against her clit, then dragged it down and held it right at her entrance, teasing her with the pressure but never going further.
“So ready to be stretched by Daddy,” I said against her ear. “Look at you. Soaked and open and still not getting fucked.You want it, don’t you? You want me to push this cock inside and ruin you right here on my desk.”
“Yes,” she breathed. Her hips rocked forward, trying to take more. I held her still and kept rubbing, letting the head catch on her entrance over and over until her thighs were shaking.
She reached down and closed her hand around me. Her grip was tight. She stroked once, slow, then dropped to her knees between me and the desk. Her mouth was warm. She took me in deep on the first try and stayed there until her eyes watered. I put one hand in her hair and held her still while she worked.
She used her tongue on the underside and sucked hard every time she pulled back. I watched her lips stretch around me and listened to the wet sounds she made. She kept one hand on my thigh and the other between her own legs, rubbing herself while she sucked. I let her stay down there until my legs started to tighten. Then I pulled her off and lifted her onto the desk.
I spread her knees and stepped between them. I rubbed the head of my cock through her wetness again, slow and filthy, coating myself while I talked to her.
“You are going to come just from this,” I told her. “From Daddy rubbing on you. From knowing I could fuck you open right now and I am choosing not to. Open wider. Let me see how wet you are for me.”
She did. I dropped to my knees between her legs and put my mouth on her. I licked her open, slow at first, then harder when she grabbed the edge of the desk and moaned. I sucked her clit and pushed two fingers inside her, fucking her with them while my tongue worked. She came with her thighs locked around my head and my name broken in her throat. I stayed there until she stopped shaking, then stood and wiped my mouth with the back of my hand.
She was still breathing hard when she sat up. Her lipstick was smeared. She looked at me and laughed once, soft and a little unsteady. Then she reached for me again. She stroked me while I rubbed the head of my cock against her swollen clit, both of us messy and close. I came across her stomach and the inside of her thigh. She watched it happen and kept rubbing herself until she came a second time, quieter this time, her forehead resting against my shoulder.
“If we keep doing this,” she said once she could speak, “I might fall in love with a man older than my father.”
I stepped back just enough to look at her face. “I plan on it.”
She smiled. She leaned forward and kissed me hard, tasting herself on my mouth. When she pulled back, she fixed her dress and slid off the desk. Her legs were not completely steady. She picked up her bag and checked her face in the small mirror she kept inside it. I watched her put her lipstick back on.
“The Catwoman information is still not free,” I said. “You bring me something useful next time, or this stops. I do not give names for free, and I do not keep sources who waste my time.”
She closed the mirror and looked at me. “I will bring you something better.”
“See that you do.”
I unlocked the door. She walked out without looking back. I stayed behind the desk and listened to her heels until they disappeared down the hall. My cock was still half hard inside my trousers. I did not fix it. I sat down, opened the file I had been ignoring, and waited for the next piece of information she would bring me. She would come back. They always did when I left them unfinished.