Part 24
/HIS POV/
Damon stared at his phone, impatience crawling in his chest. His assistant was supposed to be with him half an hour ago. They were invited to one of the parties in the exclusive club. When he called Mia ten minutes ago, she told him that she's on the way.
"Damon Rossi?" A loud voice shrieked behind him. He didn't have to turn around to know who that belonged to. A few seconds later, Lily stood in front of him with a massive grin on her face.
He raised his brow. "What are you doing here?"
"Why? Not happy to see me?" His friend teased him, wriggling her brows.
"Don't start now. I'm serious."
Lily plopped on the chair opposite him, crossing her legs together. Her face gleamed under the bright disco balls and the neon lights. The CEO couldn't help but notice her leaning on the bar while attention focused on him. "Brian owns this bar."
"Your boyfriend?"
Lily hummed. "Yeah. He also knew that there'd be some investors around today which is why I am here."
That's smart. Damon thought under his breath. Even though he offered to help her out, Lily didn't want that. She hated mixing business in their equation. He respected her enough not to pull that behind her back.
"So did you find any?"
Lily scoffed. "I'm trying! No ones in the mood to talk business."
"You should have known that"
His friend sighed. "Still doesn't make it any better. And before you say anything I'm fine. You don't have to help me out."
Damon raised his hands in the air. "I wasn't going to say anything."
She dryly snorted. "Sure"
"Let's just get some drinks."
Once they ordered their choice of beverage and sat back, that's when he spotted Mia. She was trying to weave through the crowd, dressed in a shimmery red dress. It clung to her like a second skin. His breath got caught in the throat as he noticed it ended at her thighs, showing off those delectable long legs.
Damon shifted in his seat, not knowing how to react. He wasn't doing anything wrong, though. Last time he had lunch with Lily, it resulted in an almost fight with Mia. The CEO was not interested in having a repeat episode of that.
"What's going on?" His friend asked as soon as their drinks were slammed on the table.
Mia finally managed to spot him. The CEO grinned as her lips broke out in a smile at the sight of him. As soon as she noticed Lily, her eyes dimmed, but she still walked forward.
"Its Mia"
Lily lowly gasped. "Is she here?"
Damon hummed just as his assistant crashed into his side, her cheeks flushed. "Sorry about that"
"Lily meet my...this is Mia Grace."
Mia shifted her attention to his friend, and politely smiled at her. "Hi. Nice to meet you."
"It's about time. I have heard so many things about you."
"Really?"
Lily nodded her head. "Damon talks about you a lot."
The CEO made a sound, suddenly embarrassed at the admission. Why would his friend tell Mia that? He narrowed his eyes at Lily, who only sheepishly smiled in return.
Mia blushed. "Only good things I hope."
"You bet" Lily laughed. "You guys continue I'll join you later."
She managed to slip away before Damon could properly yell at her for throwing him under the bus like that. He didn't want Mia to find out. Shaking his head, he focused his attention on the quiet assistant. That's new.
Mia took the stool in front of him. "So?"
Damon cleared his throat. "So what?"
"Nothing." His assistant sighed. "I need a drink."
***
Three drinks in and Mia ran her fingers along the inseam of his jeans. She didn't stop. And then she just brushed her hand over the bulge in his trousers. The CEO hissed at that, curling his fingers around her wrist. Again, he looked to be in deep thought, almost glaring at his assistant with a fiery gaze.
"Mia—"
"Come with me," She slurred, standing up and trying to pull him towards the empty loos.
He though his heart might flee his chest any second at the way she was staring at him. The CEO felt it thumping wildly as he took stumbling step after step. Mia pushed the swinging door of the loo open, dragged him inside, and twisted the lock.
"Mia what—"
She cut him off. "I am going to suck your cock. You should tell me now if you don't want me to."
Damon released this big puff of air, and with it goes the last thread of his senses. How can anyone say no to Mia? When he didn't say anything for a long while she sunk onto her knees into the tiled floor and reached for his belt buckle.
The CEO sharply exhaled when she dragged his jeans and his pants down to his knees, wrapped her beautiful hands around his thighs, fingernails digging deep. Mia raised her head at him. All he could think was of interstellar clouds of dust, the vibrant colours radiating from her eyes and the pink spots high on his cheeks.
It's too beautiful. Overwhelmingly so. And then she lowered his gaze, lashes fluttering down as she directed her mouth at the head of his cock. His assistant took him in with a quiet moan, eyes shut in reverence.
Damon slumped against the metal wall, his breath coming out arrhythmic. He curled his hand in her hair, as if to anchor himself.
Mia pulled off, wrapping her hand around him and stroked him fast. Her eyes find his again. She gave him kitten licks before sucking him harder and quietly moaned just to make his cock vibrate against her throat. The pleasure was almost too good, and the risk of being caught was quickly sending him over the edge. He threaded a greedy hand through the nape of her hair and steadily pushed her face down at the pace he desired.
"Wish you could see yourself. How pretty you are. Prettiest I've ever seen," Damon slurred.
It only made her hum around him, saliva dribbling from the corner of her mouth. She sucked cock like it was some sort of an art form. He should have seen it coming. Of course, even in public, she couldn't be quiet. Mia always made her sexual pleasure known but never in front of people standing outside. It was scary.
Damon groaned, tossing his head back against the metal stall. "M-Mia."
She peered up at him, eyes welled with tears and her mouth stuffed with his cock. Her face was so youthful and not yet damaged by the sun, and he momentarily praised whatever force in the world bought them together.
"I-I'm going to come" He gritted, his legs feeling weak all of a sudden.
She didn't let up at all. Not that he wanted her to. Her mouth was warm, gentle and somehow urgent too, coaxing him toward the edge, working him into delirium. Mia slid her hands up his thighs, up and down, massaging his balls before holding the base of his length. The CEO kept nudging the back of her throat, and she just took it, choking on him, and moaning like she loved the taste.
His assistant kitten licked the slit of his head and suckled just like a little tease would. All of his muscles tensed beneath his suit to keep his animalistic urges at bay. Mia swallowed him down like she was starved for it. Her entire mouth wrapped around him, wet, hot, and silky.
"Fuck! Mia..." He babbled, tightening his hand in her hair.
A groan vibrated around his cock, and his voice hit higher and more urgent than ever, breathless and so close, "I'm com—"
Damon was indeed reckless with the way he pumped his hips, but he didn't care, he could feel the familiar warmth of an orgasm pooling in the pit of his stomach. He thrust her mouth onto him without regard for her comfort and let the head of his cock slam against the back of Mia's throat. His balls tightened as she played with them and finally, he couldn't hold it any longer. With a grunt, the boss spilt into her mouth. Sticky, warm, and wet.
He came down, shuddering and gasping, with her tongue still swirling around him.
His head dropped behind, enjoying the way the cold tile felt against his scalp. The CEO rolled his eyes back, trying to catch his breath, trying to work past the tremor of his body. Mia let him stay like that for a moment.
After a few seconds, she crawled back up, stood on her feet, not bothering to zip his cock or tuck him away. Her lips and hair were ruined, and her eyes were smudged with the tears of exertion. Damon kissed her hard and squeezed her tiny body. "You are something else, Mia."
"I know sir" She whispered.
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