by Hamel, B. B.
“I think you’re using sex to distract me.”
“And it’s working.” I kissed her, but she pushed me back against the seat. I smirked as she reached down and unbuckled my belt. Another awkward shuffle, but my pants came down, and my cock struggled against my boxer briefs. She stroked me, one hand down, the other supporting herself against my seat.
“Tell me how you feel,” she whispered in my ear, breath hot against my skin.
“I feel angry,” I said, grunting a little as she stroked me faster. “I feel angry that all this is happening.”
“Good,” she said and I moved my fingers between her legs again, making her gasp with pleasure. “I want more.”
I teased her clit, moving to the rhythm she set on my cock. “I’m mad about my company, and all the rumors that keep circulating, as if anyone knows who I am. I’m made the media never bothers to ask me if the rumors are true.”
“More,” she moaned.
“I’m mad that I’m on the edge of failure,” I said, and she kissed me.
“More,” she said, biting my lower lip. “Tell me.”
“I’m mad my past keeps coming back to ruin my life,” I said, and she tugged at my boxer briefs, getting them down. I pushed aside her panties and pressed my tip against her soaking, warm slit, and she arched her back just so, barely avoiding the horn as she slowly slid down my length.
I groaned and stared into her eyes, and for one second, our game stopped, and we both fell into the wet, perfect, incredible moment of my cock filling her completely, root to tip, every inch of her spread and swollen with me.
“More,” she whispered, and started to ride me, back moving, ass sliding up and down, pleasure rocking through my world as I held her hips, slapped her ass, and let her take the lead, moving with her.
“I’m mad people keep leaving me,” I said through clenched teeth, barely able to concentrate for the pleasure, for Millie riding my cock in the street in front of Desmond’s house, where anyone could walk past, and neither of us cared, since none of it mattered, not with her straddling me and my cock deep inside of her and pleasure, god damn, so much pleasure, her body and her breath and her lips and her teeth and her tongue, all of it driving me, pushing me, making my mind spun with delight and incredible bliss.
“More,” she groaned, throwing her hair back, moving faster, panting now, the car rocking softly on its suspension.
“I’m mad at all my friends, at everyone around me, for giving up and walking away, for being more worried about their own fucking bottoms lines to give a fuck about anything, for being vapid, for being shallow, for being pretentious mother fuckers, and I hate them, all of them.” I gripped her hair, letting my anger flow then, and she gasped, a smile on her lips, showing teeth, her tongue rolling out slightly, pink in the light, and she went faster, her hips strong and incredible.
“More,” she gasped, leaning forward, her hair falling down between us like a curtain, and the world went away, there was only Millie on my cock and her eyes in front of mine and her breath on my lips and her taste on my tongue.
“I’m mad I didn’t take you sooner,” I said, and kissed her. “I’m mad I didn’t fuck you the first day we met because I knew right then that I wanted you, and I’ve wanted you ever day since, and I’m mad I waited and waited, and lost so much time, and I’m mad I’m not spending every second inside of you, up in the plane as we travel, in the car, in the hotel, back in my office, I’m mad I’m not fucking you and pulling your hair then holding you and telling you how beautiful you are, how you make me wake up and wonder where you are and what you’re thinking, how when I’m hungry, I’m hungry for you, and fuck, I’m mad I don’t make you come every day, twice a day, as often as you want it.”
She gasped and we moved together in a furious, gorgeous rhythm and there was nothing, nothing, but her and me, my cock inside of her, the warmth and beautiful pleasure, bliss and bliss, and I kept going, growling, and she kept moaning, whispered my name, no more games, no more, only her and me, and her back arched as she gasped, and I felt her coming, her body tensing against mine, then she leaned forward, biting down on my shoulder, and I kept going, her moans stifled but her back and ass shivered as she came, and it was the most perfect thing I’d ever seen, better than I could’ve guessed, and it tossed me over the edge into a place I’d never been before—somewhere happy, and good, and safe, and I came inside of her, came deep and knew it wouldn’t be the last, not if I had to give everything up, it wouldn’t be the last.
We fininsihed, and slowed, and she stayed in my lap for a while. We breathed. I looked out the windows to make sure nobody saw—and it wouldn’t have mattered if they had. Desmond’s house remained dark, the neighborhood remained quiet. She kissed my neck.
“I think I might’ve left a mark,” she said, and laughed, and kissed me where she’d driven her teeth into my skin. “Sorry about that.”
I touched her cheek and kissed her. “Don’t worry,” I said. “I’ll pay you back.”
She grinned, cheeks flushed, and slowly pulled away. I wished she wouldn’t, but I didn’t stop her as she climbed back to her seat and got dressed again. I pulled on my pants, and we sat there, smiling at each other like idiots.
“How do you feel now?” she asked.
“Not so angry anymore. I wonder why.”
“Funny how that happens. I guess I’m just a good listener.”
“You’re good at something, anyway.” I took her hand in mind and held it. She turned and looked back at Desmond’s house, and I had the sudden urge to start the engine and drive. We could get away from here and leave him behind—forget about revenge and the company, forget about the rumors and Lady Fluke, forget about everything but her.
And of course I’d never do it. Even despite all my anger, my pent-up rage at the world, I wouldn’t walk away. I had too many responsibilities and owed too many people, and I wanted to bring Millie into my world, even if that world was rough and judgmental and harsh. I wanted her by my side, so I could see something better, through her eyes at least.
“What now?” she asked. “Should we just go up and knock?”
“No,” I said, squeezing her hand. “Let’s go back to the hotel for now.”
“Are you sure?” She frowned and looked back at me, head tilted, leaning close. “I’ll go with you, if you want. We can get it over with right here and now. We don’t have to sit around and feel shitty.”
I laughed and adjusted my seat, getting close to the steering wheel again. “I don’t plan on feeing shitty tonight.”
“What do you plan on doing then?” she asked, and put her seatbelt on.
I started the engine. “I plan on destressing,” I said, and glanced at her. “And I plan on using you to do it.”
She smiled, and it was goofy and endearing, like she couldn’t believe her luck—and I felt the same way, like I’d stumbled onto something right for the first time in my life.
I pulled slowly away, leaving Desmond’s house behind. I wasn’t finished with him, but I wasn’t dealing with him, not yet at least. Soon I’d ask him all the questions I’d been saving for all these years, and tell him what I thought he needed to hear, but first I had Millie, and I had a company to save.
21
Millie
Rees treated me to breakfast in bed the next morning—deep black coffee and a stack of pancakes bigger than any human should eat. I had half, and he had the other half, and we lounged in bed, groaning and full, like two stuffed bears.
“We should shower,” he said, stretching. The night before was a blur of him, so much of him, and a bottle of champagne, and a second bottle—and more of him. A slight pulsing headache tapped at my skull, but it was worth it.
“Why?” I asked. “Let’s stay in bed for a while.”
He kissed me and stood, stretching with a groan. “I wish I could, but we have to get to a meet in an hour.”
“Desmond?” I sat up and looked at him, the sheets falling off my bare chest
. I couldn’t remember the last time I slept without a top on, but for some reason being with him made me feel free and confident in a way I’d never felt before.
“Not Desmond,” he said, smiling a little like he had a secret, and walked to the bathroom door. He leaned against the frame and looked back at me. “Someone else. Someone with money.”
“You found another investor?”
“Of course I did.” He disappeared inside and I heard the water turn on. “Now get your pretty ass in here.”
I laughed and scrambled out of bed, and we cleaned each other, and did some other filthy things. Within the hour, we dressed and went downstairs, and instead of heading out to get the car, he swept me into the dining room, and sat me down in a table in the far corner. He ordered coffee, then looked over his shoulder at the door.
“Who are we waiting for?” I asked.
“His name is Alec Biggin,” he said, and glanced at me with a frown. “The last name isn’t a joke.”
“I didn’t think—“ I started to say when a massive man caught my eye.
He stepped into the dining room wearing a deep black suit. He was tall, probably twice my height, and his shoes shone in the light in a way I’d never seen before—like they almost sparkled. He had light brown skin and bright, smiling eyes, and a bald head. He scanned the room, spotted Reese, and marched over, his grin getting even bigger.
Rees stood to greet him. The big man wrapped his arms around Rees, and although Rees wasn’t small by any means, this human somehow dwarfed him in a hug.
“Rees,” Alec said, his voice a booming rumble. “I’m so happy you called.”
“Alec,” Rees said. “I’m so happy you came. This is my assistant Millie.”
“Hello,” I said, offering my hand.
“Hello, Millie.” He shook and glanced at Rees. “Is this the one in the news?”
Rees grimaced and glanced at me. I felt red coming into my cheeks and he released my hand with a laugh.
“Probably,” Rees said. “But we haven’t been paying attention.”
“Don’t worry,” Alec said. “It’s fine with me. I married my second assistant, and then divorced her, and you know that? She still works for me. We have a great working relationship. Terrible personal one though.” He laughed, loud enough that half the dining room looked over. He sat down and I could’ve sworn the seat gave a sigh beneath his weight.
I sat, and Rees motioned for more coffee. The waitress returned with a put and three mugs, and Alec poured all three, then raised his up.
“To Rees,” he said. “For returning to the promised land of Chicago.”
We drank to that. The coffee was hot and nearly burned my tongue, but Alec drank his down and poured another with a grunt of pleasure.
“I know you don’t know this Millie, but Alec is the biggest land developer in the city,” Rees said. “And I don’t just mean his size. He’s got a hand in every job in the state.”
“You flatter me,” Alec said. “But he does just mean my size.” He laughed again, booming and incredible.
I instantly liked him. There was something about the way he carried himself—jovial, a little self-deprecating, aware of his size but not ashamed of it. Some big men wanted to be smaller, but he seemed like he wanted take swallow more of the room, like he wanted every single eye on him and more if he could. He was a man built to be large, and a smaller body couldn’t contain him.
“I have to say, I really like Chicago,” I said. “I’ve never been here before, but so far, I’m impressed.”
“Ah, Chicago,” Alec said, and ran a finger around the rim of his mug. “It’s like any other city. We have our nice spots, our ugly spots, and everything in between. I like it here though. I was born and raised on the south side, and I still live there to this day.”
“In a massive mansion,” Rees said. “Don’t forget that part. He’ll pretend like he’s all rags, but this man is more riches than anyone.”
Another incredible laugh and Alec slapped a hand on the table, making the mugs rattle. “Alright enough flattery Rees,” Alec said. “I have more meetings today. What am I doing here and how much do you want?”
Rees grinned at me and winked. “I’m raising money for the SPAC,” he said.
“I heard about that.” Alec leaned back and stroked his chin. “You know I don’t normally invest in that sort of thing. I’m very old school, you know.” He looked at me, eyes widening. “I’m a value investor, darling. I spend half my time doing building projects, and the other half finding companies that should be worth twice what they are.”
“And he’s good,” Rees said. “Here’s the thing though. I need your eye on this as much as I need your money. I’m thinking long term now, and I know you have a gift for hunting down good investments.”
“That’s very true,” he said, his voice like a thunderstorm. He stroked his mug again, almost caressing it like a favorite pet, surprisingly gentle. “I don’t know if I’m tje right fit, though.”
“You are,” Rees said. “I’m offering you two things. First, some direct involvement in whatever company I end up buying. And second, a good price.”
“Of course, a good price,” Alec said, and laughed. “I’ll admit, you got me at a good time. A string of apartment buildings I’ve been developing finished out a couple months back, and I’ve been looking for a new project.”
“Then you found it,” Rees said. “Buy in, however much you’re comfortable, and tell all your developer friends. You’ll be my number two, and we’ll pick the company the SPAC buys together. How’s that sound?”
Alec leaned back then looked at me. “What do you make of all this?” he asked, gesturing at Rees with a bemused shake of the head. “This SPAC, all this fancy financial talk?”
“I think he’s the smartest man I’ve met,” I said.
“Darling, you’ve only just met me,” he said, smiling, but I got the feeling he was shrewd, and was testing me somehow. “Would you invest?”
“I already did,” I said. “Although I don’t know why you care what I think.”
“Because you’re with him all the time.” He stroked his chin. “I’ll admit, a lot of people are worried about this relationship.” He raised his mug and gestured toward me with it, and coffee sloshed over the slide. “But I don’t give a damn either way. I only care about the money. And like you said, Rees is good.”
“I’ll send over the documents,” Rees said. “Take a look at them. Millie helped draw some up, as it happens. She went to law school at Penn.”
“Did she?” He chuckled and shook his head. “Pretty lawyer for an assistant. That’s one of the wildest things I’ve ever seen.” He sighed then downed his coffee again and I grimaced a little, wondering how he drank that stuff so hot without burning his throat. He pushed back from the table, and stood up, lumbering to his feet like a giant waking from a thousand years of sleep. “Alright then, Rees. If Millie says you’re worth investing with, I’ll give it a try, but only if you give me some say in the final company choice.”
“I promise,” Rees said. “Whatever you want.”
“Good.” He grinned, like a viper mixed with a bear. Rees stood and the shook on it. “I’ve got some friends that might be looking for a break. I don’t know if they’ll bring in much, but it’s a start.”
“Maybe it’ll start the flood,” Rees said.
Alec waved to me then turned and walked off, his huge strides eating up the carpet, and everyone watched him go.
“What a strange man,” I said.
“Told you. The last name really isn’t a joke. Biggin.” Rees sat back down and kicked out his legs, stretching slightly.
“That was good though, right?” I sipped my coffee, trying not to hide my excitement. “I mean, we haven’t gotten a single straightforward investment like that since that weird bond guy.”
“It’s good,” he said, nodding, but he didn’t seem excited. I tried to think about why—and remembered what Alec had said about me.
The one from the news.
So word was finally out, and not just among the rich and elite, but everyone. My grandmother would hear eventually, and I’d have to explain—what, I wasn’t sure. I’d tell her the truth if I had to, that I got involved with Rees for money, but we weren’t really dating, it was all for show.
Then again, that wasn’t true, either.
Because we were doing something. Dating wasn’t the right word, but sleeping together at least. That was real, and though it made the lines incredibly murky, I couldn’t deny that I felt like we were moving toward something more substantial, something that would change whatever relationship we’d had until now. I had the sudden urge to understand what he was thinking, and what we were going to do from here.
But he stood and tapped on the table with his index finger. “Hang out here for a while,” he said.
“Where are you going?” I asked, frowning a little. I didn’t want more breakfast, I was stuffed from the pancakes. And all the sex.
“I’m going to call up Jack and have him send everything over to Alec.” He looked down at me, head tilted to the side. “And I’m going to have him register you for the bar.”
I blinked at him rapidly and nearly choked out my coffee. “What are you talking about?” I asked.
“You can’t stay my assistant forever,” he said, smiling a little bit. “We’ll pick a date far enough out that you’ll have time to prepare. But you’re doing it.”
“Rees—“ I started, then stopped myself, and thought back to that morning, and the night before, and how being with him made me feel like I could do anything, if he could want me, then I could want myself, and finally live up to al that potential I felt I had inside.
The bar was nothing. I was another test, and I could prepare for another test. I knew I’d pass and I’d be completely fine, but what came after that scared me.
Life and everything else waited on the other side.
But maybe that wasn’t so bad, with Rees here.
