Resisting the CEO: Office Second Chance Romance (Dirty Hot Resistance Series Book 2)

by Emelia Blair

  I open my mouth.

  She narrows her eyes into little slits and her tone is dangerous. “Don’t you dare say it.”

  I snap my mouth closed.

  Kendall marches out, slamming the door close behind her.

  Lucas gapes after her in the resulting silence that follows.

  I fix my shirt, rueful that our little game has ended.

  “What – What was that?” He stares at me.

  I shrug. “Nothing important. You were saying?”

  “What the hell, Caleb?”

  I think of the package lying in my desk drawer and I smirk to myself. “It’s nothing important. I might have upset her a little bit.”

  “A little bit?” He looks stunned.

  When he leaves, I know Lana and Oliver will hear about this in the next few minutes and I roll my eyes. I see Lana coming into the office a while later when Kendall returns and there is a hushed discussion.

  When she comes in to give me a report, the Head of Department of Human Resources shakes her head at me. “Perv.” Lana has started getting along with Kendall and has actually grown to like her.

  My relationship with Kendall isn’t a secret. Lucas knows and that means both Lana and Oliver know. I ignore Lana’s questions when she tries to probe me for details while her husband couldn’t give a shit, just chiming in every now and then with some snide remark pisses me off.

  It’s later that day when I’m sure that Kendall has sufficiently calmed down that I call her into my office. We’re working late today, and the office has nearly cleared out.

  “What?” she asks, suspiciously, her eyes taking in my relatively calm face.

  “Come here.” I tap the edge of the desk.

  She obeys, albeit reluctantly.

  “You were rude this afternoon, bursting in during a meeting,” I tell her.

  Her face flushes. “It’s your own fault, with what you—”

  “Still not very professional of you.” My tone is reprimanding.

  Her face falls a little. “I wasn’t trying to—”

  I cut her off, “I think your behavior warrants some punishment.”

  She pales in shock. “What?”

  I give her a calm look. “Did I stutter?”

  Her mouth moves. “No, but you do sound a little deranged.”

  I let a half-smile grace my lips. “Be as that may, I think a little punishment is in order.”

  Her eyes darken and I enjoy the mixture of helplessness and uncertainty on her face as she reads the intent behind my eyes.

  My hand grazes her hips and I order. “Go lock the door.”

  Defiance flashes in her eyes but she goes and does it anyway.

  By the time she’s returned, I’ve put the package that I’d bought the day after her drunken escapade, on the desk.

  Kendall eyes it hesitantly. “What’s in that?”

  “Open it and see,” I suggest.

  Warily, she does, and her eyes widen in shock. “What the—what is this?”

  I let my eyes move over the dildo and the vibrator that I had decided to purchase on a whim the other day. “Surely, you’re familiar with these.”

  She makes a choked sound. “This is…”

  I’m enjoying the way she clenches her legs together. “Yes?” I ask politely and she’s blushing so hard that I want to tease her some more. I stand up slowly, crowding her against the desk, my hands on both sides of her, trapping her there. “Do you know what you did to me?”

  “When?” She breathes, her gaze fluctuating between my mouth and my eyes.

  “When you got drunk that night?”

  Her lips part and she struggles weakly. “I tried to flirt with you.”

  I look amused and yet stern. “You tried to seduce me, and you did a very good job of it. I had to take care of myself in the shower.”

  Kendall’s eyes widen and she immediately glances down, blushing. “I’m sorry?”

  “I know you are,” I croon. “But now you’re going to show me.”

  There is interest in her eyes now.

  I cup her neck, my thumb running in small circles on her skin and I apply a little pressure, making her head tilt back, till she’s looking up at me, helpless. “First, I’m going to punish you and then, then I’m going to see how many times I can make you come.”

  Some of her snark returns slightly. “Doesn’t sound so bad to me.”

  I kiss her cheek lightly and move my mouth to her ear to nibble on her earlobe, my breath hot against her ear as I whisper, “Trust me. You’ll be screaming.” My hands run over her body, smoothing over every curve until they’re on her hips, and then I’m whirling her around, and bending her over the desk with an insistent hand on her back.

  18

  Kendall

  A small sound of surprise leaves my lips as I’m forced facedown onto the smooth wood of the desk. It feels cool against my heated cheek and I’m not proud of the tremor in my voice when I speak, “W-What’re you going to do?”

  Caleb makes an amused sound.

  I feel his fingers tugging at my skirt and then my panties, pulling them down and guiding my feet out of them. “Stay still.”

  I’m not afraid. The opposite actually. My blood is humming and feeling the wetness between my legs, I whimper in need.

  Caleb’s hands are on my legs as he forces them apart and his hand goes between my legs then he’s running a finger up and down my slit. “You’re already wet,” he murmurs, and before I can say anything, he plunges that finger inside of me and I cry out in shock and arousal.

  He gives me two good pumps before adding another finger and I let out a long low moan as my pussy clenches around his two fingers. “If this is punishment.”

  A sharp tap on my ass and then I protest when he withdraws his fingers and I feel his clothed body press against mine as he leans forward and smears my juices against my lips, feeding me his fingers, silently ordering me to clean them.

  My lips part obediently, and then he hooks his fingers in my mouth as I suck on them, feeling his other hand smoothing over the curve of my ass.

  I’m not expecting the sharp slap on my ass as I cry out in shock and pain. “What the actual fuck?” I turn my head to glare at him. “Did you just spank me?”

  Caleb strokes the skin that is probably red right now, and says snidely, “Was I that obvious?”

  I’m about to snarl something at him, when his fingers reach to my pussy and he makes a humming sound. “Look at that. You liked it.”

  I scowl at him as he takes the evidence and licks it off his fingers. “I’m not—”

  “You talk too much,” he comments. “Let’s do something about that.” He reaches towards the box and takes out the fleshy looking dildo, and before I can anticipate what he’s about to do, he rubs it against my lips.

  There is something so filthy about this whole scenario that I whimper, “What do you want me to do with that?”

  His voice is hot in my ear, “You’re going to suck it while I spank you. Now be a good girl and do what I tell you to do.”

  I should be protesting more but I’m taking the dildo in my mouth as Caleb is standing in a position that has him in full control of the toy he’s holding while having full access to my ass.

  I’ve never felt so overpowered in my life.

  With anyone else, I would be running for the door, but with Caleb, I want to obey him, to see how far he takes this.

  “You’ll let me, won’t you?”

  I groan when the dido leaves my mouth, stunned and unsteadied by the intensity of it all, and my body feels limp as I finally concede control. “I’ll let you.”

  “Why?” His question is probing and we both know the answer.

  I feel one finger slide inside me again and I let out a long helpless sigh. “Because I belong to you.”

  “Good girl.”

  And then, the dildo is in my mouth and I cry out around it as I feel his hand descend on my ass, in a strong open slap. I don’t know why
my lower muscles tighten in response, why even as I feel the pain, there’s a tinge of something else, something which makes me suck harder on the dildo.

  Four times, he spanks me, four strikes, one after the other, and by the end of it, I’m a quivering mess, and I know I’m dripping on the carpet as I’m moaning around the dildo which is removed from my mouth.

  Caleb says, “I like the sounds you make,” just as he stuffs three fingers into my soaking pussy.

  I scream out, “Oh, Caleb!”

  He moves them in and out and I scramble at the desk, helplessly moaning loudly as the pleasure builds and builds and yet I crave something thicker, bigger inside me.

  “Did you like your punishment?” His voice is low and demanding.

  “Yes,” the word is torn from me in a sob as I feel him add in a fourth finger, and I’m slowly starting to lose my mind.

  He sounds so amused and so calm that it makes the whole thing somehow more embarrassing and yet, I can’t be bothered to think about how depraved this scene looks because I feel something nudging at my entrance. It’s thick and long and cold and even as I begin to realize it’s not his cock, I’m flipped over and I see Caleb slide the dildo inside my pussy, his eyes on mine.

  My lips part as I pant out while feeling the thickness fill me. His free hand palms my breast even as my head lolls backward, limp.

  He moves the dido out till the very edge is still lodged in and then slams it in.

  I cry out, feeling the almost foreign cock inside me while the one I really crave is inside Caleb’s pants, hard.

  He’s fucking me roughly with the toy, his eyes never leaving mine, accounting for every trembling sigh, moan, and cry that leaves my lips. His free hand is squeezing my breast, twisting and pulling at the stiff nipples. “Look at you,” he says, his voice no longer steady, heavy with want. “The way you’re moaning out, it’s almost entrancing. You’re taking it so well, your body is so eager for it.”

  “Caleb,” his name rolls on my tongue, mindlessly, as I feel the dildo destroying me.

  His hand now cups my jaw, thumb running across my lower lip even as I pant out, my body moving up and down, against the dildo fucking me.

  When did he unbutton my shirt?

  I’m coming now, sobbing out his name, my body tightening as I’m forced to gaze into his face, letting him see me at my most vulnerable, pleasure being torn from me.

  He doesn’t stop moving the dildo inside of me, riding out the aftershocks, rubbing my sensitive flesh against the hard rubber which makes beg and plead for more, for something, for Caleb.

  “Ruination suits you.” The amber in his eyes is so dark that I’m lost in them.

  Then his hand is tangled in my hair as he pulls my head back to expose the vulnerable column of my neck, and he kisses me, his mouth rough. I groan into the kiss, feeling completely under his control, his tongue fucking my mouth while the dildo fucking my pussy echoes the motions.

  I’m coming again and I writhe desperately, not feeling fulfilled, begging into the kiss, arching my back against the violence of my orgasm. “Caleb. Caleb, please!” He has taken me apart and now I need him, just him. “Enough. Oh God, enough! I want you to do it! Please!”

  He’s still holding me by my hair and his eyes are wild now. “Do what? Say it.”

  “Fuck me! I want your cock!”

  A look of satisfaction crosses his face as he pulls out the dildo with a squelching sound and I whimper, and then he’s helping me sit up, tugging off his pants and moving to sit back in his chair, beckoning me with his finger. “I want you to ride me.”

  Dazed, overcome by desperation, I move towards him and straddle him, just as he puts on a condom, unsure of how to do this, but he’s helping me, his hands positioning me until his cock is lined up with my pussy and I start sinking down, my mouth open in a perfect O.

  His fat cock is filling me up in ways that the toy couldn’t.

  “I-I…” My mouth gapes open and I close my eyes.

  he slaps my ass. “Eyes on me.”

  Instantly, I open them as I obey his command, and start moving up and down, whining as I feel the thickness rub inside of me, my breasts bouncing with the motion ‘til he captures one nipple between his teeth and sucks on it.

  But even as I push down, he pushes up and we build up a rhythm as I’m gasping out his name in prayer, in a plea, begging him to move faster.

  Caleb releases my nipple, his hands on my waist as he pulls me towards him, taking control of the pace, murmuring dirty things in my ear, making me tighten around him, as he breaks me over and again, showing me that he’s the only master my body will accept.

  When he finally releases as he bites down on my shoulder, hissing my name—I go limp with exhaustion. I feel him pull out of me and cradle me lovingly in his arms.

  “I adore you,” he whispers against my skin.

  My head lolls on his shoulder and I muster up the strength to say, “You’re lucky I feel the same way.”

  Caleb chuckles. “I guess I should take you home.”

  I shake my head, feeling oddly vulnerable. “Just hold me.”

  And he does.

  Later, we shower in his private bathroom and he takes me home.

  Now, lying on his huge bed, there’s a silent understanding that I’ll be sleeping in his bed, so when he pulls me closer and tangles his legs with mine, I sigh into his skin, “I love you.”

  He kisses me on the forehead in response as I slip into a deep sleep.

  The next few days are busy at the office and I’m also growing kind of sad that Elise will be leaving in a day or so for her maternity leave.

  “You tell me if you need any help,” I tell her. “I know a lot about this baby stuff.”

  She laughingly reassures me, “You’re as bad as Lucas. I felt a cramp yesterday and he flew into a panic mode.”

  “He really cares about you,” I note.

  Elise looks unsettled. “He’s been a very good friend to me.” Her voice lowers as she admits, “Honestly, he’s given so much support through all this that I can’t help but be grateful.”

  “He’s a good man,” I say slowly.

  She doesn’t meet my eyes. “He is. Yours isn’t bad either.” She’s smirking now.

  I feel the blush creep up my cheeks. “I have to go.”

  “Of course, you do.” She laughs. “You go do your job.”

  I show her my middle finger.

  She roars with laughter. Shaking my head, I enter the elevator.

  Caleb is on the phone when I enter the office and I hand him a muffin, seating myself on the edge of the desk. He tears a bit of it off and pops it into his mouth, rolling his eyes at me indicating that the person on the other end is boring him. When the call ends, he leans upwards and captures my lip. “Hi.”

  “Hello,” I murmur into his mouth. “How was your meeting?”

  “Dull. Where’d you get the muffin from?”

  “Stole it from Duke. Apparently, Tracy made him lunch. She never makes me lunch,” I complain.

  “So, you stole his? Shame on you.” Caleb stuffs more of the muffin in his mouth and grins around it.

  “I stole it for my man,” I deadpan. “I committed a crime for you. The least you can do is appreciate it.”

  He’s laughing silently at me, and it occurs to me that he does it more and more now, laugh. A wave of tenderness surges inside of me and I kiss his cheek.

  He’s about to say something when my phone suddenly starts ringing.

  I glance at it to see Elise’s number on the screen. I answer it, “Elise, what—?”

  “I’m in labor! Oh, God, the baby’s coming!”

  “What – Okay, hold on! I’m coming down!” I close the phone, and look at Caleb, my blood thundering. “Tell Duke to bring the car around. Elise has gone into labor!”

  “I have a meeting in five minutes. I’ll let Lucas know,” Caleb tells me.

  I nod and text Duke in the elevator just to be sure.

>   His response is rather odd when he tells me to meet him behind the alley and then we can pick up Elise. It makes no sense, but I hurry into the lobby where Elise is looking pale. “All right. I’m getting Duke! We’ll bring the car around and go straight to the hospital! I’ll be right back!” I hurry out and run towards the back alley, not questioning the strangeness of Duke’s request. Why he wants to meet me at the staircase entrance for the underground garage is beyond me.

  It’s only when I enter the alley and I see Duke leaning against the wall, his hand clutched to his stomach, blood leaking from him, that I realize something is really, really wrong.

  He looks at me and cries out hoarsely, “Kendall, run!”

  19

  Caleb

  I stare at the documents in front of me, confirming my suspicions. Kendall’s birth certificate, her family history.

  Someone has been snooping around.

  A knock on my door has me looking up and narrowing my eyes. “Mr. Hunter.”

  Jace looks wary on seeing me. “Is Kendall around?”

  “Why?”

  “I have something to discuss with her.”

  I stand up. “Why don’t you come in?”

  He enters.

  “Take a seat.”

  He tenses. “I think I’ll come back later, when Kendall comes back.”

  “I don’t think so, Mr. Hunter. Take a seat.” I lock the door behind me and lean against it, my hands in my pockets. “Let’s talk.”

  Jace watches the door and then his eyes flick towards me. “About what?”

  My expression betrays nothing. “About Kendall.”

  For the first time since I’ve met him, I see a hint of alarm on his face, and nervousness flicker there before he tamps it down. “What about her?”

  I smile, a cold look in my eyes. “You’ve been following her around, going to her home, trying to befriend her. And yet, you’ve not made a single attempt to form any kind of friendships in this office. You’ve kept yourself isolated from your colleagues. But when it comes to Kendall, you’ve been very proactive.”