by Bianca Cole
The guard is up with the pizza a minute after I leave the room. I thank him and head back to Tessa—my Tessa. Her cheeks are pink and flushed, and she looks well fucked and more beautiful than ever.
“Come on, let’s eat,” I say, walking toward the sofa.
She’s a little unsure at first, which is ridiculous. I just had my cock inside her for the second time tonight. She walks over and plops down on the sofa, grabbing her pizza.
We eat in comfortable silence, other than a few noises of satisfaction she makes. Once she’s done, she closes the box and sets it on the coffee table. “That was damn good.”
I raise an eyebrow. “My cock or the pizza?”
She bites her bottom lip. “Both.”
“Tell me, Tessa, what made you want to be an accounting analyst?” I ask, wanting to know more about the woman who makes me lose control.
She sucks in her cheeks as if considering the question. “I love numbers. They’re logical and can’t lie to you,” she says, the hint of hurt in her voice.
“Have you been lied to in the past?” I ask.
Her eyes seem to glaze over, and she nods, biting her lip. “Yeah, I’ve not had much luck in the relationship department.”
I sigh. “Neither have I.”
Her eyes narrow. “I heard you were a playboy.”
I frown at her, wondering where she heard that. “I used to party a lot, but I wouldn’t have classed myself as a playboy.” I shake my head. “I’ve slept with a lot of women in my past, Tessa, but had no luck when it comes to love, and not for the lack of trying.”
My heart was badly broken by Ella, my first girlfriend, when she ran off with my best friend from college. I haven’t found a woman, I could see myself being with since.
Tessa changes that. I can see myself with her forever. The question is, would she ever want to be with me for real?
19
Tessa
I wake the next morning with a sweet ache between my thighs, lying in my bed, wishing Bryson was next to me.
Bryson and I shared a wild and passion-filled night, and I didn’t leave until almost one in the morning. Bryson insisted on escorting me home, but I didn’t invite him in.
The night we met at the bar, we made a passion-filled mistake, not realizing that he was my boss. The next evening after dinner was foolish, but both of us needed each other.
Last night can’t be a mistake. You can’t make a mistake three times. It’s more of an addiction. I’m addicted to my boss and the way he makes me feel. We’d had another night of mind-blowing sex that neither of us could resist.
My feelings toward Bryson aren’t sexual. I think I’ve known that since we met in the bar. We clicked in a way I’ve never clicked with anyone.
Bryson is hard to read. The worst thing is we ended up sitting together, chatting for hours. It felt natural, and I could feel myself getting more attached to him than I already was.
I press my wrist against my forehead and let out a long sigh. I’ve fallen for my boss.
Who the hell wouldn’t?
The man is kind, caring, and makes my body react like it never has before. The sex is out of this world, but I’ve fallen for him in other ways since we started working together.
It’s ridiculous, but it’s true. Last night wasn’t about sex for me, although I know it was for him. Why would Bryson Stafford want a nobody like me? He’s a billionaire. He can have any sexy, beautiful model he desires. My chest aches at the thought.
I force myself out of bed and hurry to get ready. If I don’t get a move on, I’m going to be late. Somehow, I’m going to work with Bryson today without letting last night’s session get in the way. He made me come so many times. I couldn’t count.
When I was with Ted, I was lucky if I came once anytime we had sex. I’d often finish myself off once he disappeared into the bathroom to clean up.
I dress for work and leave the apartment in record time. Despite the utter embarrassment I feel about even facing Bryson again, I can’t let him down. Not after everything we’ve been through. We’re so close to cracking this scheme and getting to the bottom of it. Once that it’s dealt with, I can go back to normal, sitting in my office and forget that Bryson even exists.
Why does that thought make my chest ache?
I can’t want Bryson. We’re worlds apart — two different people. I head out of the apartment in a daydream, heading straight for work on auto-pilot. Before I know it, I’m staring up at the looming Stafford building. Dread blooms in my stomach.
How is Bryson going to act after last night? The last thing he should do when trying to impress his father is fucking one of his employees. It doesn’t take a genius to figure that out.
After a few moments of hesitation, I step into the calming entrance of my work building. I sign myself in as normal before heading for the elevator. No one seems to have noticed how much time I’ve spent on the top floor, or even asked what I was doing there for the last four weeks. It’s strange. Mrs. Davis doesn’t even notice I’m not in my office.
The elevator ride goes on forever. I’m glad. I’m so anxious I’m not sure I even want to see Bryson again after last night. Nausea floods my gut as the elevator dings, signaling my arrival on the top floor. I step out and barrel straight into a handsome, tall, dark-haired man I’ve never seen before.
“Oh, sorry! I didn’t see you there,” I say.
He smiles down at me. His blue eyes are so similar to Bryson’s. “No problem, Miss?” He gazes at me.
“Clayton, Tessa Clayton.”
He smiles at me. “Theo Stafford.” He holds out a hand for me to shake.
I shake it and then shuffle on the spot. “It’s nice to meet you. I’m sorry I barged into you, sir.” I bow my head, well aware that this is Bryson’s brother.
“No problem, may I ask why you are up here?” His eyes narrow.
Heat travels through my body straight to my cheeks. “I’ve got some files for Bryson Stafford. I’m on my way to his office now.”
Theo cocks his head. “Files, Huh? I hope he’s not taking advantage of his position here at The Stafford Financial Group.” He raises an eyebrow.
“Sorry, what are you insinuating?”
He shakes his head. “Nothing, Miss Clayton, now, if you’d excuse me, I’m late for a meeting.” He slips into the elevator and gives me a wink as the door shuts behind him.
My whole body is on fire. It’s as if he knew I’d slept with Bryson. Is his brother renowned for sleeping with his employees? My heart sinks in my chest at the thought. I head toward Bryson’s office and don’t even think twice about letting myself in.
My mouth drops open as I walk in on Charlotte, his secretary, launching herself into his arms. I walk in to see her lips clash with his, and my heart breaks a little. The door slams shut behind me, bringing Bryson’s attention to me. No doubt, my face is a picture of how I feel, and I can’t even bring myself to speak with him right now. I turn and rush out the door.
“Tessa, wait,” he shouts after me.
I don’t wait. I can’t. How stupid to let myself fall for a man like him. He’s no better than Ted. The elevator is waiting, and I jump straight in. I can hear Bryson’s heavy footsteps barreling toward the elevator.
“Tessa, stop.”
I press the button to shut the door, and in the nick of time, the elevator shuts in his face and moves downward to the first floor. Tears prickle my eyes, but I don’t allow them to fall. I hold them in. Intent on making it to my office before I let a single tear shed.
I’m thankful when the doors open to the first floor. I make my way toward my office, and once there, I let myself in and lock the door. Alone and away from anyone, the tears fall down my cheeks. I let Bryson Stafford in, and he broke my heart in record time. We slept together last night, and I walk in to find him kissing his secretary the next morning. He is the worst kind of man. I should have believed the rumors about him.
Heavy footsteps echo down the hallway towar
d my office, and my heart skips a beat. Surely, he hasn’t come down to the first floor after me. The doorknob twists, but I locked the door. Three hard knocks follow.
I wipe my face with my hand. “Who is it?”
“Tessa, it’s Bryson, please let me in, so I can explain.”
No way, I’m not letting him in, not after what I just saw. “I’m sorry. I’ve got a conference call.”
Bryson punches the door, sending a loud tremor through the room. “God damn it, Tessa. Let me in now before I break down this damn door down.” His voice is desperate and angry.
I can’t stand facing him, but I also can’t deny the CEO of the company I work for. With a heavy heart, I stand and unlock the door. I then sit back behind my desk and focus on my computer. He opens the door and slips inside, but I can’t even look at him.
“Tessa, what you saw isn’t what you think,” he starts.
I keep my eyes on my computer and read a couple of emails.
“Damn it, Tessa. Look at me.”
I glance up at him because of the tone of his voice. “What do you want, sir?”
He clenches his jaw. “I didn’t kiss Charlotte. She came on to me and launched herself at me. If you had waited a moment, you would have seen me fire her ass for it.”
I raise an eyebrow. “That seems an unlikely story. It’s my fault for sleeping with you, sir. Your reputation proceeds you, and I should have known you sleep with many of your employees.” I shake my head. “I should have known what you were like when you fucked me against the tree in the park.”
Bryson slams his hand down on my desk, making me jump. “God damn it, Tessa. You’ve got no idea what you’re talking about, no fucking idea.” He runs a hand through his hair. “I’ve never slept with any employee at The Stafford Financial Group, until you. Sure, I was a lothario when I was younger, but never here at work. You’re the only one.”
I shake my head, disbelieving his words. “That’s bullshit.”
“It’s not bullshit, Tessa. It’s the God damn truth.” He glares into my eyes for a few moments, making heat travel across my skin as memories of the night before flood my mind. Before I can process what he is doing, he lifts me from my chair into his arms and kisses me hard.
I try to push him away. “What the fuck are you doing?” I shake my head. “I’ve been hurt by assholes like you before, and I’m not making the same mistake again.”
“I’m not going to hurt you, Tessa. I want you. You and only you,” he growls, capturing my lips again.
I relax into the kiss, unable to deny how good his lips feel against mine. The way he makes me feel is addictive. I wish his words were true, but this man is a player. A man that enjoys a woman for a while and then casts her aside when he’s bored.
He pulls back and gazes into my eyes. “Let me take you on a proper date tonight,” he says.
I raise an eyebrow. “A date? Isn’t that against company policy?”
He shrugs. “I don’t care anymore. I want you, Tessa.”
My heart swells a little at hearing him say that. He wants me. What does that mean? I can’t understand why he would want someone like me, but I’m not about to question him. I want him too.
When I saw that blonde Barbie doll’s lips on his, it hurt even more than finding Ted fucking Kirsten. I’ve fallen hard for Bryson—for my boss.
“Okay, we can go on a date tonight,” I say.
His smile widens, and he pulls me into a tight hug. What the hell am I doing?
Deep down, I have a feeling this is all going to end in heartache.
20
Bryson
My heart beats out of my chest as I watch Tessa type at her makeshift desk in the corner of my office. I’m not sure why Charlotte came on to me, but it almost ruined everything. I dismissed her instantly for unprofessional conduct.
I told Tessa the truth. Ever since I met her, I’ve wanted her forever. Never have I been so desperate for a woman the way I am for Tessa.
She agreed to go on a proper date with me. I feel giddy like a little kid with a crush. I don’t do feelings, but Tessa is the exception to every rule. I care about her. She’s mine.
I search through some resumes that have been sent through by Human Resources. After dismissing Charlotte, I need a new secretary. Anna was always a great secretary.
According to HR, she’s not qualified enough for the position of secretary to the CEO, which is ridiculous. I fire back an email telling her I want Anna and that as the CEO, I can damn well choose.
I glance at Tessa, who is deep in a file. Her forehead crinkles as she chews on the end of her pen. We’re both at a dead end on getting to the bottom of this embezzlement scheme. Over four weeks in and we’re no closer to finding the people or person responsible. Whoever is behind it knows what they’re doing. I may have to bite the bullet and call the feds in on my company.
My cock thickens in my pants as memories of the night before flood my mind. I glance up, meeting her gaze. She bites her lip, blushing. Her eyes move back to her desk. I get the feeling she’s thinking about last night too.
I stand and walk toward the windows of my office, pulling the blinds down as a precaution. My brother’s not in for the rest of the day, and he’s the only other person with an office on this floor. Considering I fired my secretary, we are alone.
I turn to find Tessa watching me. “What are you doing?”
I don’t answer her and walk straight up to her chair. My arms wrap around her waist, and I hoist her up onto my desk. She gasps as I shove her skirt up and rub her clit through her already soaking wet panties. “Have you been fantasizing about me instead of working, Miss Clayton?”
She shakes her head. “No, sir.”
“Don’t lie to me, Tessa. You’re fucking soaked right through,” I growl.
She bites her lip. “Sorry, sir, yes, I’ve been thinking about you fucking me with your huge cock all day.” She bites her lip. “I can’t help it.”
I capture her lips with mine in a punishing kiss, before biting lightly on her bottom one. “You’re a very bad girl, Miss Clayton. I need to punish you.”
She moans. “Please, sir.”
I turn her around and press my hard arousal into her backside, gripping her hair. “What do you want, Tessa?” I ask.
“Your cock,” she rasps out.
I’m lost in this woman. My common sense left me the moment I caught her staring at me. I pull her lacy panties down around her ankles and then free my cock from my pants. I drive into her hard without warning, grabbing hold of her arms behind her back, making her gasp. I’m desperate for her. Totally and utterly driven with the need to make love to this woman.
Make love.
Bryson Stafford doesn’t make love, but sex with Tessa is different.
Shit.
Am I falling for her?
I don’t care. I fuck her hard and fast—the way she likes it. The way she begged for it last night. She loves being dominated, and that makes me want her more, as I enjoy being in control during sex.
I slap her ass, leaving a pink mark on her creamy skin, making her moan louder. She doesn’t give a shit about keeping it down, even though we are in the office in the middle of the day.
She’s as lost to this as me. Her hips roll back, meeting my thrusts as I drive as deep as I can go. I’m pounding into her with no more thought or reason. My cock is ruling my brain as I dig my fingertips into her hips and hold her still, forcing her to submit to me.
The slap of flesh against flesh fills the air as I fuck her. My balls are slapping against her clit, making her cry out. Tessa doesn’t care that we’re in the office in the middle of the day. We’re both lost to our desire for each other.
Her muscles tighten around me, squeezing my cock hard as if trying to pull me deeper. I can tell she’s on the edge and I want her to come on my cock.
“That’s it, Tessa, come for me, let me feel you come on my cock,” I growl.
She moans, clawing at her desk b
eneath her. Her whole body shakes as her orgasm rips through her, making her scream, “Bryson.”
I snake my arm around her waist and lift her to her feet. “Lie down.”
She shifts, shaking as she lies down on her back. I remain standing in front of her, wrapping my hands around her legs and spreading them wide apart, taking in the sight of her spread for me. It’s fucking beautiful. I drive my dick into her tight pussy, keeping her legs spread.
She moans as I go deep, hitting the spot that makes her scream over and over again. I love watching her tits bounce as we fuck, her nipples pebbled and hard, pointing right at me.
Her cheeks are bright pink, and her lips are swollen and full. I’ve never wanted a woman as much as I want, Tessa. Something tells me I’m never going to get enough of her.
I can feel the muscles in her tight pussy flutter, and I know she’s close, again. I drive into her even harder and faster, driving her right over the edge. She’s screaming my name at the top of her lungs, and I fucking love it.
“Come for me, baby,” I growl, as I know I’m about to come undone myself.
“Fuck,” Her head lulls back as she comes again.
Her tight muscles pull my cock further inside of her, clamping down on me and forcing me to let go, shooting my thick seed inside of her, filling her up. I’m fucking in love with this woman.
Shit.
It’s true. I’ve fallen in love with my employee.
* * *
The clicking of the door opening draws my attention.
Fuck.
Who the hell is that? If they had walked in ten minutes earlier, they would have found me balls deep in my employee.
Tessa looks as mortified as I feel.
I glance over, and my heart skips a beat. A man of average height stands in the doorway in a cheap suit, but the reason I’m so freaked out is the badge hanging on the front of his suit—a Wynton PD badge. I’d recognize it anywhere.
“Mr. Stafford?” he asks.
