by Abby Gordon
Quincy stared at the monitor without seeing the code that flashed across it. He wasn’t sure he understood it, so how the hell could he get Ben to?
“You’ve got your family, women falling all over themselves to get to you, friends you’ve known all your life,” he started quietly. “I’ve got none of that. It was never important to me. At least, I acted like none of it was.”
“But it is.”
“Yeah, it is.”
“Okay, I buy that,” Ben nodded slowly. “But what brought this on?”
“Been feeling like something was missing, like I wanted more, but I didn’t know what it was.” He smiled slightly. “I saw Grant Franklin and his new wife at the mixed martial arts championship three months ago.”
“Yeah, the hermit of New York City falling head over heels in love with a supermodel,” Ben grinned. “So, what, you want to settle down, get married, and have a family of your own? You’ve always said you weren’t into that.”
“I hadn’t thought that far about the marriage or family part,” Quincy frowned. Fate was strange, Quincy realized. Debbie had come into his life just as he had been feeling that something was missing. Had he seen her at the Mixed Martial Arts Championships and not even realized it? “I think that’s something to discuss with the woman involved.”
“But…?” Ben prompted.
Quincy leaned forward and rested his forearms on the desk.
“I’ve never seen women stick together or take care of each other. Like what we did in the field.” Hancock grunted with a nod. “That’s what happened last night. Those two women didn’t hesitate to go after Hammond to save their friend. There’s strength in her, Ben. She wants to take care of those around her, even though she’s scared of letting anyone get close to her.”
Hancock considered that a moment before sighing and shaking his head.
“Be careful. This could boomerang on you. If she gets skittish and backs off, then a helluva lot of people could have their lives exposed.”
A corner of Quincy’s mouth twitched.
“I don’t think she’ll say anything. I put toys on her before we left this morning.”
“You did what?” Ben’s eyes bugged out a bit.
“She’s a bit nervous about them.”
“I need a drink. A double Scotch might work,” Ben muttered, shaking his head. “I don’t fucking believe this. And Brian says I have balls for brains.”
“Try it with Penny,” Quincy suggested.
“She’s got enough problems with her family. She doesn’t need more to deal with right now.”
Quincy nodded. The MacLaurens were probably the dictionary’s definition of a dysfunctional family. That made him realize that he knew nothing about Debbie’s family besides the tidbit she’d dropped about her hometown. He made a mental note to bring that up fairly soon. Backtrack that thought. Families were not something he wanted to discuss.
“The big man in there doesn’t need any more either. From what I heard,” he paused to let Ben realize the door had been closed. “Penny’s father called. Keith MacLauren can put together an excellent string of obscenities.”
“Her father is an unmitigated asshole,” growled Ben.
“Plus there’s the whole fiancé issue.”
“Ex-fiancé,” corrected Ben. Quincy blinked at the fierce blaze in his boss’s gaze. “Hammond was using her. Her father, uncle, and cousin Kevin want to use her.”
“Why?”
“Damned if I know.”
“Does she?”
“No. She doesn’t understand what’s going on and, until that’s straightened out, I’m not going to explain anything to her. She’s got enough to deal with.”
Quincy nodded, keeping his thoughts to himself. From what he’d seen of the way Penny Davidson looked at his boss, she wanted him to explain a few things to her. Ben’s explanation probably wouldn’t be what she was expecting or hoping for, initially, but Quincy could see the two of them together as master and submissive. He’d never seen Ben so worried about anyone in or out of uniform besides one of his men. Nor had Ben ever been so restrained when it came to a woman he wanted. If Penny did something exceptionally stupid, Quincy could see Ben locking her in his playroom for weeks.
“Hey, Ben,” Allen O’Dougall stood in the doorway. Chief of the building’s security, Allen was a legend in all things in the field. It was like the old commercial—when Allen talked, everyone listened. “Everything quiet from your end?”
“So far,” Ben nodded, going to shake his hand. “I’ve got five men in the lobby watching all the doors at all times. Plus three more in cars in the garage. Four-hour shifts.”
“I appreciate it,” Allen replied. “I just got a call from the PD’s senior detective. Hammond’s been denied bail, but the MacLauren family are appealing to the next level.”
“There’s something going on there,” muttered Quincy.
“I agree,” the older man nodded. He smiled at the seated man. “You ever get tired of working for this asshole,” he jerked a thumb at Ben. “Give me a call.”
“Hey, hey!” Ben protested with a smile. “Stop stealing my men.”
Allen winked at Quincy who grinned back. “I’ll let you know if I hear anything else.”
****
Following her through the maze of cubicles, Quincy picked up the whispers she didn’t. She sat gingerly in her chair and he bit back a smile. The clit clip and vibrator didn’t let her just flop into a seat and get comfortable. He went to the conference table and pulled a chair back to her cubicle. Sitting behind her, he tapped her shoulder. She swiveled around.
“Everything okay?” she wondered. “I know you’re probably bored, but…”
“Everything’s fine,” he assured her. “I was just wondering why people were commenting on what you’re wearing.”
“Oh. That.” She twisted her hands on her lap. Fascinated, he watched her face turn bright red. Quincy had a feeling this would be a doozy. “I guess what I’d been wearing to work was, um, well, Serena called them better suited for working a street corner.”
“What?” His gaze went over her emerald turtleneck tucked into brown striped pants that matched the jacket she had draped over her chair. “Why?”
“I guess I subconsciously thought I could distract those assholes from messing with the others if my clothes held their attention,” she whispered, tears filling her eyes.
“Shh,” he murmured, putting a hand over hers. “When did you get these?”
“Keith thought it would be a good idea if Serena and I weren’t around yesterday.” She exhaled and smiled slightly. “Before I knew what was happening, Serena had dragged me into the store she goes to.” Her chin dipped then came back up. “I was horrible to her yesterday. She’s been like a big sister to me and so patient. She wouldn’t let me pay for any of it. Or for lunch.”
She swallowed. Her hands turned and held onto his.
“I spent yesterday afternoon bagging up all those trashy clothes. While Keith, Serena, and Claire were here dealing with…”
“Shh,” he whispered again. “We’ll figure out a way to pay her back if that’s what you want, and you can talk to her today.” She looked up with such a hopeful expression he felt his heart tighten. “You didn’t bag everything, did you?”
A nervous giggle escaped her lips.
“I kept some of my favorites.”
“Good,” he nodded. “You’ll have to put them on for me.”
“Debbie, I’ve got a problem with section four,” came a shout.
“Go,” he urged.
He followed her, amazed at how she answered questions from several different sections for each of her projects in rapid succession. Feisty, sexy, smart. And she was his.
****
Debbie bent double in the stall, trying to get the damn clit cup back on. It was nearly eight and Quincy’s temper was, as he’d warned her that morning, frayed. That was putting it nicely. At six o’clock, he’d snarled at two of her c
o-workers who promptly shut down their computer stations and left. She knew that as soon as she got back to her cubicle, he was going to say it was time to leave. She also knew that he was going to check and make sure the damn toys were in place.
Nervous anticipation made her fingers tremble and the damn cup wasn’t staying put. Sitting carefully on the toilet set, she took a deep breath and tried to remember what she’d done the first three times. Okay, get it nearly there, tighten the straps and then tweak it into place. It took her a few more minutes but finally she was satisfied. Pulling up her slacks, she zipped and buttoned then left the stall. And froze.
Quincy was resting his butt against the vanity just across from the stall. He gave her a feral smile and held up the remote.
“What…what if someone comes in?” she whispered, feeling her pussy flood at the thought of what he would do with that small black device.
“Everyone else left as soon as you came in here.” He bounced the remote in his palm a few times. “Come here, little girl.”
At the huskiness of his command, she felt her knees turn to jelly. She stiffened her legs and managed to make it to the spot he pointed to at his left. At his gesture, she faced the mirror that was ten feet long and went to the ceiling. He stood behind her and put the remote on the counter. His hands went to her hips and held her still as he shifted forward. Feeling his erection against the small of her back, she wriggled her ass and leaned against him.
“Quincy,” she whispered.
“Let’s see how quiet you can be,” he suggested, picking up the controller. “Be a good girl, sweetheart.”
She opened her mouth as he pushed a button. The nipple rings stirred to life and she bit back the first whimper. Another button was touched and the clit cup vibrated. A third and the thumb-sized dildo moved inside her. After a moment, he touched them again and the movements increased. She trembled as her most sensitive nerves were stimulated.
Perspiration appeared on her upper lip from both her arousal and her effort to stay silent. Her hands fluttered and gripped the forearm at her waist that held her to him. Another level and she let her head fall forward. The heat was building. She could feel her panties grow damp from need. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw his thumb move again. A shudder swept through and her body convulsed.
“Please!” she gasped.
He spun her around. She caught a glimpse of rich satisfaction and deep hunger in his dark eyes before his mouth landed on hers. One hand—she thought it had to be the one holding the remote—went to the small of her back, pinning her to him. The other caught the back of her head and held her still. He ravaged her mouth as the toys increased their tempo again.
Unable to hold back, she moaned into his mouth. Burning up, she felt her pussy clench tight and sighed blissfully, thinking he would shut the toys off. He didn’t. He held her to him, ground his cock against her pelvis and upped the power again. Trapped, helpless to his sexual power, she felt her mind check out and her body’s needs took over. She writhed as sexual desire gripped her. Her body tightened, like a spring just waiting to be released. Moaning into his mouth, she trembled, feeling her nipples ache as her pussy clenched, wanting his cock.
“Come for me, Debbie,” he whispered, his lips barely leaving hers.
As he smothered her with another kiss, the orgasm kicked through her tense body, making her spasm for several heartbeats. Finally she collapsed in his arms. Slowly, the vibrating was decreased. She could still feel them, but her body was nearly numb.
Through an erotic haze, she felt him cradle her. She thought she felt his lips on her forehead.
“So fucking hot,” he whispered. “So damn submissive I can barely stand it.”
“Not,” she protested.
“Which?”
“Both.”
“What did I say about arguing with me?”
“Not arguing,” she sighed, wishing she hadn’t said anything. “Just facts.”
His hands framed her face, being careful of her bruises. There was such certainty in his expression, such…she wasn’t sure what it was, but she had always wondered what it would be like to have a man look at her like that. Like she was the only thing that mattered to him. Like…she belonged to him. Oh, no. She didn’t belong to anyone and…
“You are hot,” he told her, catching her bottom lip with his teeth and gently nipping her. “And you are incredibly submissive. You let me take control and trust me not to let anything happen to you.” He planted a soft kiss on her forehead. “You’re mine, Debbie. You can argue it all you want, but all you’ll get is punishment for it. And I’d much rather reward you for being such a good girl today.”
Torn, she looked at him. Damn the man! He’d said that on purpose. Yes, she liked being spanked, but she definitely preferred his rewards to being teased without being allowed to orgasm.
“If I’m submissive, what does that make you?”
A slow sensual smile curved his lips. “I’ll explain when we get home.”
“Home,” she repeated softly. “I’ve never thought of it as home. Claire does, but…”
“Why don’t you?”
Uncomfortable at the question, she shook her head. “That’s another discussion not for the office.”
“Or for the ladies’ room,” he nodded. He tucked the remote in his front pocket. “Let’s get going then.”
Debbie was tucked under his arm as they left the bathroom and returned to the now dimly lit Programming division. As she shut down her computer, the phone rang.
“It’s MacLauren,” she said, seeing the caller id. He nodded and she picked it up. “Sheldon.”
“Debbie, it’s Keith. You folks need to head home.”
“Everyone else has left. We made some good progress. I think we might even finish the Georgia contract a week early.”
“I needed to hear some good news,” he sighed. “Were you able to see Serena?”
“Claire and I took a late lunch to see her,” Debbie nodded as Quincy picked up her coat. He held it for her and she slid one arm into a sleeve. “She seemed tired and a bit distracted, but that could be from her concussion and everything that’s happened.”
“Understandable. Did you tell her not to come in until Monday or whenever she was ready?”
“Claire did. She heard, but I’m not sure she was really paying attention to anything the two of us said.” She frowned. “It really wasn’t like her at all. I didn’t know what to say or do.”
“I’m not sure either,” he muttered. “This whole thing is such a fucking mess. Sorry about that.”
“It’s okay,” she whispered. “Keith, I’m sorry.”
“About what?”
“All of it. All of this is my fault.”
“Bullshit!” he exploded. This time he didn’t apologize for swearing. “Debbie, you did exactly what you should have. You’ve nothing to be sorry about. I’m the one who’s sorry. I should have known what was going on in my own company.” There was a heavy sigh. “I’m sorry for so many things.” He was quiet and Debbie glanced at Quincy, uncertain of what to say. “You head on home now, Debbie,” Keith finally said, back in control of himself. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Good night,” she said softly.
“He’s taking the blame?” Quincy guessed, helping her with the other sleeve.
“Completely,” she nodded, then snuggled up against him. His arms went around her and she relaxed. For the first time in her life, she felt safe and protected. Quincy really wasn’t going to let anyone hurt her. He wouldn’t hurt her. “Let’s go,” she murmured. “I need to learn how to give you a blow job.”
She stepped away, but he caught her hand and pressed it to his zipper. She felt him hard and hot under her palm and looked up.
“Wow,” she breathed.
“Yeah,” he nodded. “Wow.” He bent slightly and rested his forehead against hers. “I’m really tempted to bend you over that desk and fuck you right here.”
“Really?�
�� She felt her heartbeat pick up.
“Yeah, really. Except I’d rather not give Allen and his security team a show like that.”
Debbie nodded. Previously, surveillance cameras had only been in the halls. Saying he preferred to err on the side of caution, Keith had asked Allen to install cameras in every MC office except the bathrooms. He’d sent out an email giving his tenants the same option.
“But you said you might make me come in public,” she frowned.
“That’s a different plan,” he smiled, tucking her back under his arm. “Let’s go, little girl.”
“Why do you keep calling me that?” she asked as they paused at the door. She turned the lights off, closed the door, and set the security code. “Quincy?” He was focused on the hall and she was quiet until they were in the elevator. “Quincy, why do you keep calling me that? I’m twenty-three and…”
“That’s one of those things to discuss somewhere else,” he replied.
“I need to make a list,” she muttered.
That got a chuckle from him as the car slowed. They were only halfway to the basement garage. Debbie remembered what to do from Quincy’s instructions that morning. She moved back into a rear corner and put one hand at the small of his back, just above his belt. She could feel the handle of a gun in its holster. His broad shoulders cut off her sight of who was joining them.
“It’s Quincy, right?” a man’s voice questioned. “One of Ben Hancock’s men.”
“Yes.”
“We met a couple years ago. I’m Brody Custis.”
“I remember,” Quincy nodded.
Debbie felt him relax slightly as she tugged on his coat.
“Who are you hiding back there?” the deep voice rumbled.
“Debbie Sheldon. Senior program manager for MacLauren Computing,” she answered as she waved past his shoulder blindly.
Quincy moved slightly and she peered around him. The tall blonde man reminded her of a Viking.
“Hello,” she smiled. “Sorry about the cloak and dagger.”
Sharp, blue eyes went from her face to Quincy’s, then came back to her. “She’s involved in yesterday’s activities.”
