Chapter 38

38 OFFICE HOURS

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The unknown call my wife received keeps me awake after the fourth orgasms for tonight that Abby promised. My beautiful wife is already sleeping soundly in bed with hair spreads all over the pillow. Her naked back makes me want me to crawl back to bed and take her from behind.

I dial Logan. I know he’s already awake, and it’s already five in the morning.

“Seb, ‘sup? Shouldn’t you be in bed this early morning with your wife?” He sounds wide awake.

“Can’t sleep, who’s awake?” I walk down the hallway that leads down to my office.

“Mase still sleeping. He had been working all night, in bed. Oops. White’s with me.”

They both laugh. Fuck. Mason is sleeping with Trix. Pat will kick his ass when he finds out. I’m protective of Trix, but that’s her life. It will only alarm me when she’s violated, but when it comes to her sex life, it’s none of my business.

“Sorry, man. I forgot that she’s your cousin.”

“Not my business. Logan. As long as he respects her. Just don’t tell Patrick. I need both of you in my office.” I press my password and enter my office.

I sit on the couch and blink off my wife’s naked image in my head. After a minute, I hear a knock, and they enter.

“What’s keeping you up all night?” White asks me.

Sometimes he’s guarded and being too professional, but I know him, and he’s a good man. He’s willing to risk his life for me, not just as being my bodyguard, but as a friend. I helped him when his baby girl needed a kidney transplant. I used my connections and found a donor. Now, Millie is eleven years old and healthy.

“The call. This is off the book. Why did you ask Abby about her friend?” Logan is a keen observer, especially on personality. In just a short time, he impressed me with psychoanalysis.

“He’s too perfect to Abby. Like a nice guy, respectful, great friend, something like that. And that bothers me.” Logan puzzled me more.

“And is it a bad thing?” Lincoln raises his brow.

“Yeah. Guarded personality. Tennings is like he’s not what he shows he is. A pretender,” Logan explains that makes Lincoln laugh while I’m more confused.

“What’re you trying to say? How this will help Abby’s caller?” I cross my legs and rub my chin with my fingers.

“I want to check his background. Not just his previous work, where he from, or family. I want to find out what I can’t find in the database.”

I gape my mouth. I want to say something, but my brain just stops working. I’m not an expert in this area, and definitely not my cup of tea. I close my mouth and listen carefully. I know Abby won’t be happy with this, but I want to know everyone who is close to my wife.

“I think I need a drink.” Lincoln stands up and walks to my liquor cabinet.

“How would you do that, Logan? How can I help with your plan? Money, no problem with that. How long will it take though? If it’s really important for you or if this would help to solve the case of my wife, I have patience.” I reassure him. I take the glass from Linc. “

Keep this off the record. I don’t want to sleep outside my room.”

“Why are you obsess with Tennings, Logan?” Linc asks him.

Logan drinks and grimaces. ”The first time I met him in the apartment on our first day there, he doesn’t like me. He doesn’t know I’m working with you until that envelope incident. He threatened me to stay away from Abby, and he said she’s mine. When Abby came out from her apartment, she didn’t know what happened, and Tennings played cool as if nothing happened.”

My blood boils, and I want to break every bone in Tennings’ body. Maybe this is an alcohol effect, but it ignites me into a fire.

“Why didn’t you mention this to me before? Why now?” My rage is soaring up high.

“I thought it’s his way of protecting Abby. I had to continue my digging. I saw him sneaking in the middle of the night. I followed him but I lost him, and he did that every night. He went to his work every morning until five then stayed with Abby. I knocked on their door and asked them to have dinner in my apartment, he said no, but Abby said yes. He went to his room for a few minutes then came back with clenched his jaw and look pissed. We had dinner, and he barely touched his food. He stayed silent and didn’t join most of our conversation. Just said yeah, hmm, good, great, okay,” he explains, and I drink again.

“Do we have to tell Abby?” Logan asks.

“I guess we have to. I don’t want to risk her life by meeting Tennings. She doesn’t have any idea about her best fucking friend. Do what you want to do, and anything you dig, inform me immediately even small details. I’ll keep Mason with Abby. She will hold her summer classes if she’s staying with a possible psychopath. I can’t let her meet him too. Tennings must have been suspicious, Logan. Just be careful.” I rub my temple when I realize my wife’s life has been in danger for years.

“Sure, man. Thanks.”

“No. I should be thanking you. Linc, when will you have the report on the phone? Shit. I forgot to tell Elle to order a phone for Abby.” I stand up to my desk and grab my phone when I hear a knock on the door.

“I’ll let them work on that first,” Lincoln answers while Logan is checking who’s behind the door.

I sent an email to Elle on my phone, and I’m surprised to see my wife still rubbing her eyes.

“You’re a bad boy, Sebastian.” She walks toward my desk with only my shirt and boxers, messy bedhead, freshly fuck flushed face look, and she looks so incredibly hot. Shit. My cock just twitches in my sweatpants.

“So I’ve heard, baby. Why up so early?”

She frowns. “You’re gone. what’s with THE meeting so early? Can’t wait till morning?” She looks around, “Oh, the team is up. Hi, Lincoln, Logan, and where’s hot Mason?”

I glare at her. “What did you just say, Abbygail?”

She looks amused with my reaction, and now she’s grinning. ”Jeez, I’m so in love with your caveman attitude.” She tiptoes and grabs my face to kiss my lips.

“Not funny, Abbygail. Don’t piss me off early in the morning.” I sit on the edge of my desk and grab her to press her body against me.

Lincoln clears his throat. “We’re leaving. Anything else, loverboy?” Lincoln asks with a glint in his eyes.

I roll my eyes. “That’s all. Thanks.” They walk out of my office and close the door behind them, leaving me just my hot piece of a wife.

“Does your door lock itself?” She glances at me and bites her lip. “I want you here on your desk.”

I grab her ass and press her against my growing cock. “Jesus, wife. Do you feel me? I want you too. The moment you came to my office, wearing just like that, you got my cock’s attention.”

She slips her fingers on the band of my sweatpants and pushes them down with my boxers. She kneels in front of me and licks her lips while looking up to me.

My pulse races in anticipation. She grabs the base of my cock and pumps it slowly, and it quickly hardens like steel. I swallow, and she licks the head slowly—very slow that I have to grab the edge of my desk with both hands for support. My legs wobble, and I throw my head back with a groan.

“Fuck. Don’t be a tease, baby.”

She takes my shaft and sucks hard. Fuck if this woman doesn’t know how to play with me. She twirls her tongue and sucks me again, grazing with her teeth slowly against my skin. I groaned long and hard. “Baby, you’re killing me.”

She takes all of me, and I watch my cock disappear in her mouth. I thrust my hips until my cock hits the back of her throat.

“Baby, it feels so fucking heaven.” I’m panting, I grab her messy her and pump my cock into her mouth, and she follows my thrust.

I’m building my release, “I’m coming. Release me now—oh, fuck” I pull her away, but she grabs my ass with a groan that vibrates through my balls. She looks so determined to give me my orgasm.

I come so hard, and she swallows all my release without hesitation. She licks every drop, and she’s beyond hot. I blink my eyes that have been blurry with post-climactic orgasm. What just happened?

“You okay?” She stands up, smiles, and wrinkles her nose. She knows she did a good job, and I’m still catching my breath. I lean my forehead onto her forehead and kiss her nose.

“I love you, Abbygail, even if you won’t go down on me, I’m still satisfied with you. Thank you anyway.”

She kisses me and bites my lower lip. ”You’re welcome, husband.” She pulls away and walks back.

I crease my eyebrows. “Where are you going?”

She smiles again. ”Back to BED.”

I walk fast to grab her. ”No fucking way. I’m not done with you yet. I want to eat your pussy. Now.”

She wants to escape, but I catch her on her waist. “You’re not going anywhere, wife.”

“You don’t have to do me a favor, Sebastian.”

I let her sit on my desk in front of my chair. ”I’m not doing a favor. I want to eat my sweet little pussy.” I remove her shirt and pull down the boxers she’s wearing. I sit on my chair and spread her thighs wide. She’s dripping wet for me. Her folds glisten against the light.

“You’re wet, beautiful.” I look at her, and she’s biting her lip, I separate her folds with my thumbs. And fuck, she’s so beautiful, pink, and wet, and I can smell her arousal.

I put her legs on my shoulders and move my head close to her pussy. I blow a breath that makes her jerk. She props on her elbows, and I inhale her intoxicating smell and begin licking her folds, she moans.

I lick from down to up and down and up. I thrust my tongue into her slit and fuck her with my tongue, and she arches her hips into my face.

“Grab my hair, baby, and do as you like.” She grabs my hair and pushes my head into her pussy.

“Sebastian, oh, god.” She keeps chanting my name as I flick my tongue on her clit and alternately sucking her pussy. She writhes, and I know she’s close. I suck her more and push my tongue into her pussy, and she shudders, and her release floods into my mouth. I swallow all and lick her dry.

“Such a sweet little pussy.” I kiss her pussy once again. She’s still catching her breath while looking up at the ceiling. I push down my sweatpants and boxers, and my cock is already hard. I stroke a few times, and I let her legs wrap around my waist, and she willingly does.

I position my cock in her pussy and slowly slide it inside her. She feels so good. I bite my lip, and I won’t last long like this as she wraps around me, clenching me tight.

I press her clit with my thumb, moving it in a circular motion while I’m pumping into her. She writhes and mumbles in her breath. God. she’s beautiful when she’s high with pleasure.

“Come for me, Abbygail.” I thrust into her faster and harder and rougher until we come together. Before we can catch our breaths, someone knocks on the door.