by Emma Nichole
She clears her throat and looks from me to him before smiling. “Sure. I’ll call you, okay?”
“Okay.” He shifts his body and opens his arms to hug her, and she leans in, returning the affection, but her eyes move to me and stay locked the entire time.
“Good to see you, Robbie.” I snap my fingers. “Shit. Ryan. I’ll get it one day.”
“It’s a pretty easy name, and you seem like a smart man, I have no doubt you’ll get it,” Piper chimes in.
Ah, there she is. I was wondering when the little raven-haired spitfire would appear.
“Well, I’ll leave you to your devices. Piper, I’m certain you have an email or two from me that need tending to today. I’ll be in my office, should you need anything.” I shove my hands into my pockets and make my way down the hall and into my office, closing the door behind me.
I sink down into my desk chair, unbuttoning my suit jacket as I go, and opening my laptop so I can access the security cameras on our floor.
As soon as the screen comes to life, I see Piper talking to Kate at the front desk and Ryan is nowhere to be found. Good. He must have already left.
Piper is talking very animatedly, moving her hands wildly, as she usually does when she’s pissed off. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want to piss her off… just a little.
That’s my favorite side of her. The passionate, fired up, wild Piper I’ve known since day once.
And just as I suspect, that tornado of a woman is barreling down the hallway toward my office right now.
Piper
Who the fuck does he think he is? What the fuck is he trying to play at? Fire is bursting from my ears when I leave Kate at her desk and march down the hall toward his office. I’m allowed to have lunch with a friend, even if he has a penis, because for one, I don’t belong to anyone. I can do whatever I want. And for two, he’s a friend who wanted to treat me to lunch. Nothing more.
I don’t even knock. I don’t care anymore.
I burst through the door and begin speaking without preamble.
“Who the fuck do you think you are? What are you trying to do here, Nathanial? Please enlighten me, because I’m really fucking confused. You don’t get to tell me that we need to stop whatever this is between us, then come to my apartment to check on me and tell me we need to talk, flirt with me, and make me feel all kinds of things, and then snap at me during a meeting in front of everyone, THEN have some kind of a pissing match with Ryan, who by the way, is just a friend. Especially considering the exact lunch you’re so pissed about, I told him I wasn’t interested in him like that, and I just wanted to be friends. You want to know why that is? Because I COULDN’T TAKE MY MIND OFF OF YOU!! You can’t have it both ways! You don’t get to have me and not have me! That’s not how this is supposed to work. You’re so confusing you’re giving me whiplash, and I can’t take it anymore.”
I pause to take a breath as the massive tirade that just left my lips has exhausted me, and he just sits there, scrubbing his hand over his scruffy beard, not saying anything, but I can see a smirk on his lips.
“Don’t you dare make fun of me right now. You have me all screwed up. I don’t even know which way is up. You want me, but you don’t. You push me away then pull me back in. Just pick, Nathanial. Or I will take away your choice.”
“Meaning?”
The one simple word hangs in the air.
“Meaning, I’ll make the choice right now that I will not be open to pursuing any type of friendship or arrangement with you, and I will request, via HR, to move departments. Because working together would be less than possible after this.”
I watch him as he rises from his desk, pulling off his suit jacket and discarding it on the back of his chair. He’s dressed to the nines today, and he looks good enough to eat.
“Answer this question, Piper.”
He steps toward me again.
“What?”
“What does your body and your mind tell you that you want?”
I don’t even have to think, I know what they want, and I don’t hesitate to tell him as such.
“They both want you. It’s like you’re an itch I can’t scratch and part of me doesn’t even want to. Part of me wants to just let it itch forever and ever and never give in, because let’s face it, that would make things a hell of a lot easier.”
“And what would happen if we gave in?”
“If we gave in, I have a feeling we’d never want to stop. If how I felt yesterday, right here on this very desk, is any indication… if you touch me again… we’re fucked.” I lick my lips, my eyes moving back and forth between his, searching for a hint of what he may be thinking. “Pun absolutely intended.”
“And how does that make you feel?” He steps toward me again, but this time, I make a move as well, closing the distance between us just a little.
“Terrified.”
“Why?”
“You’re my boss, for one. For two, you are already trying to figuratively piss all over me because I had lunch with a friend who happens to have a penis…”
“Who also looks at you like he wants to eat you,” he interrupts.
“How could you possibly know that?”
“Because that’s how I look at you.”
Jesus H. Christ. His words are porn in and of themselves.
“This is a terrible idea, Mr. Lennox. You know that. I know that, but…”
He keeps walking toward me and comes to a stop when we are toe to toe. He is towering over me and I am forced to tilt my head back in order to see his face.
“Piper, I thought about this long and hard last night, after I left you, and you’re right. I went about this the wrong way, so this is what I think we should do.” He reaches out and places a hand on my cheek, and without thinking, I nuzzle into it. “I’m giving you the keys. You’re in the driver’s seat. I’m going to tell you where I stand and it’s in your control after that.”
I can feel myself begin to shake just from his touch alone. “Where do you stand?”
“I want you. I want you right now and I’m so hard it hurts. That’s what you do to me. Just seeing you right here, smelling your shampoo, and hearing your voice sets me on fire. That’s where I stand. I want you. The rest, if you’re willing, we can figure out as we go.”
This man is offering himself to me on a platter. I’ve always done what I want and lived my life however I wanted to, everyone else be damned.
Why should that change now?
“Fuck it.”
I wrap my fingers around his tie and pull him to me, smashing my lips onto his.
Chapter 11
Nathanial
Her lips taste exactly like I thought they would.
Cherry with the slightest hint of her mint toothpaste. It’s a flavor I’m never going to get enough of. I’m a doomed man, destined to be addicted to this woman’s lips until the day I die.
When she opens them just enough to allow her tongue to peek through and touch mine, I nearly come undone right there where I stand.
The kiss is chaotic in that it’s like we can’t get enough of one another, but subdued enough because we know we shouldn’t take it any further in here.
But that doesn’t mean we will stop.
I slide my hands down her back to grip the globes of her ass. Squeezing, I lift her off the ground, and she wraps her legs around my waist.
I spin around and take a seat on the small sofa that resides in the back corner of my office, letting her spread out astride me.
She pulls back, breaking the kiss and arranges all of her hair over her left shoulder, places her hands on my chest, and gives me the sexiest, sideways smile.
“Fuck you’re incredible.” I grip the back of her neck and pull her back down, capturing her lips once again.
Seconds turn into minutes, minutes bleed into an unknown amount of time that she and I stay just like this—making out on a couch behind a locked door like two teenagers.
Her dress rides highe
r and higher up her body until it’s bunched at her waist, and I can feel the heat of her pussy pushing down against my rock-hard cock, pressing painfully against my slacks.
My body instinctually moves, hips rising and pressing up against her, and I’m rewarded with a soft moan vibrating from her lips against mine.
“I could come just like this,” she whispers.
“No,” I say and she stops and pulls away.
“I’m not above begging when necessary.” She grinds down on me and I have to squeeze her hips to have even an ounce of self-control.
“Next time you come, I want to be balls deep inside of you.” I lean forward and bite her nipple through her dress.
“Oh God.” She drops her head back. “Do that again.”
I happily oblige, extracting another moan from her body.
“No more of this sneaking in the office for what we can get. No more sidestepping each other and what we want. Come home with me tonight. I want to take my time with you.”
She slides her hands into my hair and tugs, pulling hard at the root as she grinds her pussy down onto me once again.
“Say yes,” I whisper against the shell of her ear.
“Okay.” She kisses my lips then sits back so I can see her face. “But I have some rules.”
“I love rules.” I grin. “Name them.”
“This stays between us, for now. It’s a casual thing, so there is no reason for anyone to know. And you have to wear a condom. It’s too personal to go without one.”
“I don’t make it a habit of telling people who I am actively fucking, so you don’t have to worry about that, and as for the condoms, I’ve never not used them, so that’s not a problem either.”
“Good.” I can feel her body relax.
“And now, I have a few rules of my own.”
“I’m listening.”
“Leave your inhibitions at the door and come to me with complete trust.”
“I wouldn’t even consider this if I didn’t trust you. And I have another thing to ask. I would like to go home first. I want to get ready a bit, and I need to run by my family’s restaurant to make sure they are okay for the night.”
“Of course. I’ll be waiting for you, and there’s no rush. I’m not going anywhere.”
“Okay.” She releases a heavy breath and I capture her jaw in my hand.
“No nerves. This is supposed to be fun and for us, right? You have nothing to be nervous about.”
“I just made plans to meet my boss at his house later, so we can fuck each other into oblivion, because it’s all we’ve thought about for months. Of course, I’m nervous.”
At that, I can’t help but laugh.
Piper
The amount of time I spent getting ready for this evening is actually kind of embarrassing. I can’t remember the last time I put this much time or effort into a booty call.
Normally, I just make sure I’m clean and smell nice, but I took my ass home and shaved, plucked, polished, painted, and scrubbed to absolute perfection. I refuse to let that man find a flaw on me, even though something tells me he wouldn’t care.
I checked in with my mom to make sure she was all right at Kingston’s tonight, and obviously she was. She’s just excited I have somewhere to go. She pushed for details, but I didn’t fess up.
Now I’m in the back seat of an Audi SUV he sent for me, riding through the busy city traffic, on my way to fuck my boss.
I feel like I’m living one of the smut novels I love so much. The one with the fairy tale whirlwind of the average girl landing the hot, billionaire and having wild, kinky sex. Only this is my reality. I’m going to have potentially kinky sex, and it could be very kinky, with a very hot, very well-off man, who also signs my paychecks.
Oh my God. What the fuck am I doing? Am I crazy? Maybe if I open the door now that we’ve slowed down, I can tuck and roll without much injury.
My phone vibrates in my hands, startling me and the butterflies flapping around in my stomach just a bit.
Asshole: The code to the door is 8541 and the code to the elevator is 94528
Me: Codes, huh? It’s like you’re James Bond.
Asshole: Oh, baby, you have no idea. I can’t wait to learn all about your Octopussy.
I actually laugh out loud and immediately cover my mouth at his joke when Arthur, his driver, looks back at me through the rearview mirror. I mouth, “Sorry” and he just smiles.
This is the side of Nathanial that pulls me in the most. The side of him he doesn’t show anyone. It feels like a side that is just special for me. The side that makes me change my mind about running away screaming.
Me: You just made me embarrass myself in front of Arthur. I think I snort-laughed.
Asshole: Good. That means my joke landed, and don’t worry about Arthur. He’s seen it all.
I don’t even want to think about the things he’s seen in regards to Nathanial.
Me: I think we are here. We are pulling into an underground garage.
Asshole: I’ll see you soon, Ms. Kingston
If I was nervous before, I’m practically anxiety ridden now. I’m quaking from the top of my head to the tips of my toes, which is ridiculous. The last thing I ever am when a man is involved is nervous. I grew up with two brothers, so I know how to handle men. They are simple creatures with simple minds, mostly, and usually they just want to see your boobs, drink some beer, get their rocks off, and go to sleep.
But I know, without a shadow of a doubt, Nathanial is not like other men. Not even close.
If my time on his desk is any indication, tonight is going to twist me up, wring me out, and do it all over again.
Lather, rinse, repeat.
***
The elevator door slides shut and sends me flying skyward after I enter in the code he provided.
Christ, even the elevator is fancy. The floors are marble, and the walls are mirrored, so all I see is me from a variety of angles. Perfect. It gives me ample time to overthink my appearance.
I opted for comfort over anything too extravagant, choosing a simple pair of jeans and a simple, long-sleeved, flowy white top. Of course, I did make sure to put on my sexiest black bra and panty set.
I take a moment to check my makeup in the mirrored wall, quickly running my nail alongside my lip line to tame in smudges, then I give my wavy black hair a quick tousle just as the elevator comes to a halt, and the doors slide open.
There he is, waiting for me, in a pair of jeans and a basic black tee that stretches across his chest in just the right way.
“There you are,” he says with a smile.
“Here I am.” I slide my hands down my jeans nervously.
“Are you going to come out of the elevator or are you going back down?”
“Oh. Yeah, I’m sorry. I’m coming.” I step off and take the hand he has extended to me.
“Was the ride all right? Traffic wasn’t too bad, was it?” He slides his thumb over mine.
I can hear the elevator door slide closed behind us. We are left alone in a small hallway that contains a single table with a vase of white roses.
“Yeah, it was fine. Average city traffic.”
“Good. Well, come with me. I’ll give you the grand tour.”
He tugs my hand and we walk down to the left, stopping in front of the lone door that occupies this entire floor.
When we step inside, I have to pause to truly appreciate the stunning beauty that is his apartment.
Most apartments in the city are the size of an airplane bathroom, and that’s being generous. Hell, mine is just barely bigger than that, and I pay a small fortune in rent every month.
But this place is a fucking mansion.
“Holy shit,” I say out loud and he laughs at me. “No, really. Holy shit, Nathanial. This place is amazing.”
“It’s a bit much for only me, but I do enjoy having the space, and your reaction to it doesn’t hurt either.”
He leads me down the entryway and we take a
slight left toward a vast, open area completely encased in windows that overlook the city. To the left sits a large, black leather sectional sofa in front of the biggest television I’ve ever seen, and to the right is a formal dining room with a modern glass table fit to comfortably seat six people.
“Hold on. I think you’ll love this.” He places his hand on the small of my back and guides me farther into the open area, and I lay my eyes on the most incredible kitchen.
“Oh wow. Do you cook in here? It’s so spick and span.”
“I do have a housekeeper who comes in daily, but I do cook in here from time to time. Not well, I should add, but I have attempted a thing or two.”
“It’s a crime for this kitchen to be underutilized.”
He slides his hands into his back pockets.
“Would you like a drink? I can say with confidence that I can make a damn good drink.”
“I really need that. Thank you.”
He motions for me to take a seat at the short breakfast bar that separates the kitchen from the dining area.
I try to spin away to walk over to sit, but he takes my hand and pulls me back.
“Wait a second.”
“What?”
I turn to face him entirely and he cups my face in his hands.
“I’m really excited that you came today,” he says, before leaning forward and pressing a gentle kiss to my lips.
If I thought for even a moment our second kiss would pale in comparison to our first, I couldn’t have been more wrong.
The simple act of his lips touching mine sends electricity singing through my veins and I melt into his body, pressing my chest closer to his.
I reach up and wrap my fingers around his wrists, holding onto him like I’m scared I’ll drift away from this moment.
My eyes pop open when I feel his teeth sink into my lip and give the softest of tugs.
“Mmmm,” I moan softly.
He presses a final kiss to my lips then smiles. “You like teeth. I’ll have to remember that.”
