by Cynthia Dane
Nadia dropped her arms in disgust as she retold her harrowing tale to one of her male coworkers. He took a sip of water from the Evian cooler and nodded as if he understood the perils a woman went through walking past a construction site.
It was difficult getting work done that morning. Nadia came in late after having dealt with a catcaller and an intervention from a police officer on her way in, meaning visitors were irate and the other workers left to fill in her gap. When she finally made it in, everyone wanted to hear the story, and those only just now coming in needed it to start over again. Even Ethan remained nearby enough to eavesdrop, his hands flipping through a stack of mail left on Nadia’s desk while she was gone.
“Rough,” Jasmine said, checking Ethan’s Wikipedia page for the first time that day. “I’m glad you were able to get it sorted out though.”
Nadia glanced at her but refused to hold eye contact. “Thanks.”
Jasmine didn’t know what else to say. Ever since Nadia guessed that hanky-panky was going on in the office, she and Jasmine were no longer besties. Nadia would blush every time she saw Jasmine, stutter around Ethan, and then scowl at the both of them when she thought they weren’t looking. Be more judgmental. Like I care now. Jasmine was long past the point of caring about what these people thought of her. She would be leaving in three months anyway.
Three million dollars richer.
A lump formed in her throat as Ethan came over, still looking through the envelopes in his hand. He passed one to her, held a finger to his lips, and retreated to his office, giving Nadia his support on the way by.
Jasmine snatched the letter off the desk, tore it open, and looked at it beneath her desk.
It was a doctor’s report. Addressed to Ethan but passed to Jasmine. He must have ordered it from his doctor after that one night, for in it his personal physician confirmed that Ethan Cole was infertile by way of vasectomy. Jasmine read through it one more time before taking it to the paper shredder and doing away with it.
Okay, so the man hadn’t been lying about the vasectomy. Unless he paid his doctor off to say that, in which case Jasmine would never know. Unless I get pregnant. She had to trust him. Trust that had dissipated after a woman named Samantha tore through the office weeks ago.
Whatever. If Jasmine were fertile enough or if Ethan had superhuman sperm, she definitely would have known by now. Three months of screwing him on a fairly regular basis would have pitched in at some point. She was young. He was young. As far as she knew, all of those parts were working fine. Bareback sex like they were having for a while would have caught up to her.
The whole vasectomy thing didn’t bother her nearly as much as what her heart kept screaming at her.
At no point had her feelings for him subsided. She knew it was irrational – as love often was. Although she had come to terms with their relationship ending in three months, and possibly never seeing him again, Jasmine still harbored those terrible feelings that made her weak whenever he said the right thing or touched the right spot. She knew that she shouldn’t beat herself up over it, but how could she not? If she couldn’t contain her emotions, she would only be setting herself up for heartbreak.
So what if she had alienated her only friend in the office? So what if she was debasing herself… Jasmine had to stop. She sat down at her desk, stared at the Wikipedia page, and considered editing it herself. Ethan Adam Cole: billionaire, big dick, big head. Buys women because why the hell not.
After a deep breath to ground herself again, Jasmine went back to work.
25
“Don’t you have any friends?” Jasmine stood beside Ethan’s desk, stapling papers he needed put together for an upcoming meeting. “Besides Mr. Creepy. He doesn’t count because you need better friends than that.”
Ethan slowly turned from his computer and gave her a strange stare. “I have friends.”
“Who? Work people? Bah. That doesn’t count.”
He tapped on his keyboard. “People I went to college with. People I have worked with in the past. Some people in this very building.”
“Oh yeah? What are their names? Give me one.”
“Mark Gillian.”
“Never heard of him.”
“Of course you haven’t. He was one of my roommates in undergrad. I went to his wedding last year.”
“Have you talked to him since?”
Ethan snorted as if she insulted him. “We talk about once a month on the phone. Going to be at a similar conference this year too. Do you want to know what we have for dinner the first night we meet up again?”
Jasmine picked up her stack of papers and shuffled them until they were all in alignment. “Point taken.”
“Why do you care about that anyway?” Ethan went back to staring at his monitor, clicking through emails and searching for attachments. So many spreadsheets. Jasmine put together most of them. “Should I be asking about the state of your friendships?”
“My best friends are named Juan and Selena. They’re siblings.”
“I see.”
Papers stapled and organized, Jasmine pushed them in front of Ethan and then leaned on his desk. “I ask because you seem so introverted. Not that it’s a bad thing. But you spend so much of your time either working or hanging out by yourself, as far as I know. What in the world do you do for fun? Besides sex.”
“There are other things?”
“Ethan.”
He waited until he sent off another email before answering. “Reading. Chess. Study languages. Staying up way too late on my phone and reading drama on the internet. Living the American life.”
This time it was Jasmine’s turn to stare incredulously at him. “You troll on the internet?”
“I didn’t say that. I just read the drama that stirs up every time someone sneezes near their keyboard.”
“What about video games?”
“Unless it’s a card game, no. I like movies. But doesn’t everyone?” He leaned back in his chair. “I go for drives to clear my head. Change my scenery when I’m in a funk. When you work as much as I do, one of the last things you want to do is something taxing afterward.”
“Except sex.”
Ethan smiled. “Who said that was taxing?”
Finished with her work, Jasmine stood and prepared to go back to her desk. For the meeting, she needed to make a million copies of everything. The stupid copy machine had been moved to the supply closet due to its original electrical outlet dying and the maintenance people taking their time to get to it. I love that sweatbox of a supply closet. With the copy machine going as much as it was now, the damned room turned into a veritable furnace.
“Jasmine.”
She turned to face him. “Yeah?”
That look in his eye was unmistakable. “Make sure you get as much work done as you can now. After lunch I intend to… well, you know.”
“Uh huh.” Arms laden with folders and books ready to be copied, Jasmine shuffled out of his office and back to her desk in the executive suite.
Even with that hanging over her head, Jasmine still knew that it would be a while before it happened. There were folders to be stuffed full of copied files, and with the copy machine squared away in some small closet, Jasmine had to get to work now so she could still make lunch.
Half the office was already at lunch, meaning the copy machine was open for her to use. The only person who hadn’t left yet was Nadia, stuck on the phone with one of Ethan’s investors in some foreign country like Chile or Indonesia. Normally Jasmine enjoyed the quiet that fell over the office when she and Nadia were the only ones there. But that day she had to fire up the copying machine, the piece of shit machine that growled, whined, and sounded like pure death whenever someone tried to copy something.
For a billionaire, he’s sure stingy about the equipment. Jasmine had complained about it to Ethan more than once, but all the pleas to replace it fell on deaf ears.
While she was tur
ning a piece of paper over, she caught a glance of Nadia getting up and heading toward the bathroom. The rich investor must have gotten what he wanted.
He wasn’t the only man about to get what he wanted.
The door to the supply closet swung open, and there stood Ethan, dressed to the nines in his dark pinstriped business suit, smelling of the aftershave that could soothe Jasmine’s nerves on a good day. Right now she was dealing with the beast of the copy machine, and nothing in the world could soothe her.
“I’ll have these done in another ten minutes.” She didn’t bother to look at him. “By the way, when you getting this thing replaced?”
Ethan stepped into the closet and shut the door behind him. Crammed in together like that, Jasmine barely had room to open the lid on the copying machine and flip the paper over again. Yet that meant there was plenty of room for a little white flower to appear beneath her nose.
“Really? What has gotten into you?”
The flower disappeared. Instead it was replaced with Ethan’s left hand, placed beneath her chin and turning her head toward him. “Changed my mind. Don't want to wait 'til after lunch.”
Jasmine stared at the wall in front of her as the copying machine whrred beneath her hands. Oh hell no. When Ethan’s hand caressed her shoulder and his lips met the back of her neck, she nearly shivered out of his arms – if it weren’t for the damned machine.
The room was populated with shelves of papers, inks, toners, and other office tidbits; spools of computer wires and retired appliances; and a broom and a mop for emergency spills. It was so provincial that Ethan Cole must have been getting hard just from the novelty of the idea.
“Are you kidding me?” Jasmine lowered her voice and could barely hear herself over the copying machine. “In the supply closet?”
Damn him. And damn her for feeling tingly when he squeezed her arms and kissed her ear. “Just a quick one.”
He pressed against her, and wouldn’t Jasmine know it, he was hard enough to get going at any moment. Jasmine, on the other hand, was not as prepared. “A quick one? What? Do you think I can get ready in fewer than thirty seconds?”
The door locked from the inside. Ethan wrapped both arms around Jasmine, keeping her from finishing her administrative duties. When he kissed her skin this time, it was with a passion Jasmine was not expecting. “Yes,” he whispered into her ear. “I’ll make sure.”
Before Jasmine could ask how he planned to accomplish the impossible, Ethan tugged on her dress straps and pulled up on her knee-length skirt. Soon enough the chiffon flipped up past her ass and wadded between her and Ethan’s bodies. His erection pushed against her. About two seconds away from bursting through his zipper. Jasmine had to admit it – pretty hot.
But not “ready in thirty seconds” hot. Besides, if Ethan truly wanted to get something out of her in the next five minutes, he was going to have to make her forget about all the supply closet jokes and the fact that an ink cartridge could come falling onto her head while they humped like animals.
“You’re getting there,” Jasmine said between pursed lips as Ethan fondled her breasts and popped her buttons open. Bra? What bra? Jasmine stopped wearing those around the office when she could get away with it – as in when it wouldn’t be so obvious to anyone but Ethan that she wasn’t wearing such confining clothing. Their sex life increased that much more when she made getting her girls out a priority. He’s not the only one who loves paying attention to them! Like now, as Ethan pinched one nipple and Jasmine fought to find the other one. “Ramp it up, you pervert. I want to get off and go to lunch.”
“Me too.” She heard his zipper open, and sure enough his cock pushed into her lingerie. One large hand slapped firmly against her bare hip. Jasmine sucked in her breath and hoped she was ready – although she knew she wasn’t.
“Talk dirty to me.” She fended him off long enough to say it. “Damnit, don’t dally!”
Ethan halted his movements but found a moment to kiss her on the neck again. “Would that help?”
“It would help you get your dick in me faster, that’s for sure.”
“Is that what you want?”
“Yes you dumb bastard.”
“Now, now.” He clapped his hand over her mouth, stroking her hip with his other hand. “I’m the one calling people names around here.”
The tone of his voice melted her. Jasmine gripped the edge of the copy machine and found her footing in her heels. All she could do now was wait for him to get her going.
“You know why I want to do it in here so badly with you?” He squeezed her flesh, lowered her lingerie, and pressed his tip against her skin. Damn he’s hard! He must have already been half-erect by the time she left his office. I know I look good today, but… Maybe it was because he wasn’t in the mood the other night. When Ethan wanted it at work, it was usually tamer than this – and in his office. Some head at his desk, maybe a ride in his lap, and about once a month he mounted her on the couch. Jasmine always managed to have a good time, but this was insane.
“No. Why the hell are you fucking me against the copy machine?” She said it to dare him. To entice him.
Jasmine groaned as his tip pushed against her flesh. Hold on another minute! His hand on her breast, his other on her hip, and now his voice floating into her ear like a sultry wisp. “Because why not?”
He pushed against her hard enough to knock her chest onto the machine. Jasmine’s fingers slipped, and her hand snatched up to catch the lid before it slammed shut on the copier. Her other hand never made it up. It was too busy stimulating what she kept between the legs, teasing the shaft of Ethan’s cock with her nails, and moaning as her arousal finally arrived.
“Shit, you’re so damn hot.” Her skirt was up her back now, lingerie around her ankles and heels spread wide. The underside of the lid showed Ethan’s reflection – the man in a bold suit was about to come undone because of her. He couldn’t resist me even when I was just making some damn copies. The machine hummed beneath her body. “You want me to fuck you right here?”
“Yeah…” When Ethan lightly spanked her left cheek, Jasmine jerked against the head of his cock and let out a yelp of amorous alarm. “Yes!”
“What a naughty girl you are, my flower.” He could have her. He could take her just like this all he wanted. Hell, if no one was out in the office, why not fling open the door and knock her to her knees on the ground? Jasmine nearly demanded it after Ethan whispered into her ear that she was quite hot indeed between the thighs. That was his way of asking her if she was ready.
Granted, the head of his cock was already halfway in her. Jasmine whimpered in his arms, trapped between the finery of his suit and the man-made machine in front of her. Ethan lifted up her leg and thrust into her.
Oh my God, I’m having sex in the supply closet. Jasmine had to contain a cry of disbelief as her boss’s cock had no trouble thrusting inside her after all. That’s it. I’m officially easy. Easy for him? Easy for situations like this? Both? Easy in general. She briefly wondered if this was all Ethan’s doing when he groaned into her ear and increased the speed of his thrusts.
No dallying was right. He was a man with a mission, and that mission was for them both to finish as quickly as possible. After all, this was a quickie. It wasn’t even in the same league as getting his cock sucked beneath his desk or then fucking Jasmine for fifteen minutes. Nope. This was dirty. This was fast. And damnit, if Ethan didn’t do his best to get Jasmine off too, she would make sure he had plenty of hell to pay later.
“So good,” he whispered, his ferocity adding a tinge of pain to her pleasure. It was an awkward angle even without the cramped closet involved. “Damn I missed doing you like this.”
She knew, somewhere in the back of her sex-addled brain, that he meant bare and uninhibited. “I missed it too,” she panted, fingers turning red and then white against the copy machine. Jasmine could feel every inch of his skin, his body’s warmth as it thrus
t into her. The last time they did it like this was that weekend at his mansion. The one that awoke certain pleasures inside of her that she didn’t know existed. “Ethan…” She could feel them returning now, his grunts growing louder and sweat dripping down Jasmine’s chest. “Come in me. Please!”
Deep, dirty, and delectably hard, Ethan stalled himself within her, his body suffocating hers as one heavy kiss after another landed on her throat. I’m ready. If Ethan pulled out now he would have no difficult plunging back into her.
“Beg for it.”
In theory Jasmine could never understand why such things turned her wildly on. But then these situations happened, in which Ethan groaned against her, his body tense and his voice full of his need for her. He’s having me now… Jasmine’s nipples slipped between his fingers as he splayed both hands on them. One hand had to go back to holding her leg to keep her balanced against him. This is so wrong. Unable to control themselves. Unable to wait. Jasmine needed this as much as he did. “Please, sir.” Jasmine reached between her legs and felt him within her, stretching her as she rewarded him with her wetness. “I want it.”
