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I stood there on the soft rug, my knees still a bit shaky from kneeling, staring up at Mr. Fairchild as if he’d just changed the fundamentals of physics. My mind was a whirlwind of thoughts—"this can’t be real" and "please let this last forever"—but beneath all that, my omega instincts were practically shouting a triumphant hallelujah.
The man I’d spent years quietly longing for...stoic, untouchable, that terrifyingly capable Mr. Fairchild was right in front of me, asking for help learning how to let go. In bed. With me.
Honestly, I’d have to be pretty foolish to turn him down. Right now, with slick already soaking my underwear and my body buzzing like a live wire, being foolish felt like the best choice ever.
This was the fantasy I’d replayed in my mind during countless late nights at the office, the one I’d never dared to say out loud, even to myself. A million bucks couldn’t pry me away from this moment.
My cheeks were burning hotter than the fireplace behind me, but I somehow mustered up the words despite the dryness in my throat.
"O-okay, sir," I managed, my voice cracking just a bit. "Anything you want."
Mr. Fairchild’s eyes darkened with satisfaction, the corner of his mouth lifting into that rare, devastating half-smile that always made my stomach flip.
"Good," he said softly, leaning back against the couch, his long legs spread just enough to make my heart race. "Start whenever you’d like, Theodore."
Whenever I’d like? I’d love to have started yesterday, thank you very much. I really didn’t want this dream to slip away, leaving me waking up alone with nothing but regrets and a cold shower.
My fingers were already moving, trembling...not from nerves, but from pure, impatient desire like they had been itching for years to touch him, and now they were rushing to make up for lost time. I stepped closer, sinking back down between his knees, the heat radiating from him making my head spin.
"I’d like to show you how it feels to be touched," I said, trying to sound seductive, but it probably came off as breathless desperation. I glanced up to meet his gaze, searching for any hint he might backtrack.
He gave a slow, deliberate nod, eyes locked onto mine. "Then show me."
I swallowed hard and reached for his belt, my fingers fumbling just a bit with the expensive leather before sliding the zipper down with a soft rasp that echoed in the quiet room. The fabric opened, revealing him already hard, straining against the dark material of his boxer briefs, like he’d been waiting for this just as long as I had.
A wave of pride surged within me. I did that. Little chaotic disaster Theo had made the unflappable Mr. Fairchild hard. I bit my lip to keep from grinning like a total idiot and carefully eased him free, wrapping my fingers around the thick, heavy length of him.
And wow.
I nearly fainted right then and there. He was massive...long and thick in a way that made my mouth water and my omega instincts whine with eager anticipation. The kind of size that promised exquisite ruin. My hand couldn’t fully wrap around him, and the warm, velvety heat of his skin sent a jolt straight through me.
I glanced up, unable to resist, wanting to see his reaction, needing to know what I was doing to him.
Mr. Fairchild’s jaw was tight, his eyes half-lidded and darker than I’d ever seen, a light flush coloring his sharp cheekbones. His breathing was shallow, chest rising and falling just a tad faster than usual. Seeing him...so usually composed, now watching me with barely controlled hunger, made me feel powerful in a way I’d never experienced before.
I started slow, stroking him from base to tip with deliberate pressure, using my thumb to tease the bead of precum gathering at the tip with each upward pass. His hips jerked involuntarily, a low, rough sound caught in his throat, and I had to suppress a triumphant moan of my own.
"Like this," I whispered, my voice shaky with longing, eyes glued to his face to capture every flicker of reaction,the way his lips parted slightly, the way his brow furrowed as if he were fighting not to lose control too soon.
He exhaled sharply, one hand resting on the back of my neck—not pushing, just grounding me—while his gaze burned into mine.
"Don’t stop," he commanded, his voice rough and deliciously undone.
I had no plans of stopping. Not tonight. Not when I finally had the man I’d wanted for years right here, hard and craving in my hand, looking at me like I was the only thing in the world worth losing control over.
Dream or not, I was going to make this lesson one he’d never forget.
I moved my hand steadily, making deliberate strokes, twisting just a bit at the tip because I knew, without a second thought...that it would drive him wild even faster. The feeling of him in my palm was intoxicating, warm and heavy, pulsing with every glide of my fingers.
I couldn’t help but look up, drinking in the sight of Mr. Fairchild falling apart. His head tipped back against the sofa for a moment, exposing his throat with his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed hard, but his gaze shot back to me like he couldn’t bear to miss a moment of this.
"How does it feel, sir?" I asked, my voice low and teasing, giving a little swipe over the slick tip just to see his hips jerk.
He let out a rough groan that hit straight to my core...so raw and unfiltered, way more than I’d ever imagined hearing from him.
"Good," he managed to say, the word stretching out as if it really cost him something. "It feels... very good."
I couldn’t help a soft laugh escaping, even as my cheeks warmed up.
"Never would’ve guessed," I murmured, leaning in just enough so my breath ghosted over him. "The great Mr. Fairchild, untouched and innocent. Are you really that much of a prude? With all those board meetings, authority and power, no one’s ever gotten their hands on you like this?"
His face flushed even deeper, a dark rose climbing those sharp cheekbones. He glared down at me, but it was undermined by the way his breath hitched when I gave him a particularly firm stroke.
"Watch it, Theodore," he warned, voice gravelly and breathless. "I’m still your boss."
"Mm, yes, sir," I replied, grinning wickedly. "But right now you’re my eager student. And if you’re already this hot and bothered just from my hand..."
I let that hang, watching his eyes darken further, "imagine what’s gonna happen when I do this."
I leaned forward and dragged my tongue slowly up the underside of his cock, tracing that thick vein from base to tip in one long, careful lick. The taste of him, salt and heat and something that was just him...made my head spin. I swirled my tongue around the head before sinking down, taking him into my mouth inch by inch while keeping my gaze locked on his.
He gasped, sharp and surprised, fingers threading into my hair...not pushing, just holding on like I was his anchor. I hollowed my cheeks, sucking gently at first, letting him feel the wet heat, the slide of my tongue along that sensitive underside. Then I took him deeper, relaxing my throat like I’d learned years ago, until my nose brushed the trimmed hair at his base and he was completely buried in my mouth.
𝔞𝔲𝔱𝔥𝔬𝔯’𝔰 𝔯𝔞𝔪𝔟𝔩𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰
If this book gets a gift or two, I might post the next Chapter immediately...just saying 😉