by Maggie Cole
“Normally, you ask someone if they want to.”
“Well, you want to but would say no.”
I can’t deny that one. But this is bad. Bad, bad, bad. I do not need to be pressing against him.
I try to let go of his hand, but he pulls me right into him. And just like his work ethic, and how he fucks, he excels at dancing, too.
We stay on the dance floor for hours, grinding into one another, taking shots from the shot girl, and suddenly, Noah’s lips are on mine, and I am giving it to him as good as he gives it to me.
His hands are all over me. Mine are all over him. Even though we are on a crowded dance floor, no one else seems to exist.
My body is humming against his, and his hard-on is pushing into my stomach, taunting and teasing me.
The voice in my head is warning me to stop, but my hormones win. I yell in his ear, “Is your driver here?”
Noah firmly grasps my hand and drags me off the dance floor while pulling his phone out of his pocket and texting someone.
We get to the front door of the club, and he puts his arm around my waist. “Do you want me or the asshole?”
And I thought I wasn’t a masochist, but maybe I am because I blurt out, “The asshole.”
An expression I can’t understand passes over his face, but it doesn’t stay long. “Let’s go,” he growls and leads me out of the club and into the back of his car.
He tells the driver, “Just drive until I tell you to circle back.” The window between him and us goes up, and Noah quickly pins me to the seat and sucks so hard on my neck I know I’m going to have a mark.
“Noah!”
“You want me to go easy or hard, Piper?”
And I figure I really am a masochist because I tell him, “Hard.”
He sucks my neck again, in the same spot.
“Fuck, Noah!” But I like it, and he knows it.
He puts his head against mine. “I’m just marking you as mine, Piper. Isn’t that what you want?”
Noah’s eyes challenge me, and I feel his hard-on next to my leg, and all I can think is how much I want it in me, how much I want to be his, and I’m once again pushing all thoughts about why this is a bad idea out of my head.
“Yes, I want to be yours,” I cry out.
His mouth is quickly all over my neck, and I pull his head to bring his lips to mine.
Pushing my dress up and sliding my panties to the side, he glides his fingers in me.
I whimper as he scorches me with his touch.
“Tell me you want me, Piper.”
I don’t answer him.
He takes his fingers out of me.
“Tell me you want me, Piper, or I’m stopping.” He rubs his cock over my nub, and I moan, as my nerve endings burst awake.
I don’t want to admit it to him, but I never wanted anyone more than I want him, and the torture of being next to him every day and not touching him has been too much to bear.
I bite my lip.
“Okay, we’re going back.” Noah starts to roll the window down.
“Stop.”
He waits.
“I want you, Noah.”
His mouth crushes to mine, and his massive cock pushes into me, in one swoop.
“Oh fuck!” I call out as I don’t even have time to surrender to him.
Noah is thrusting into me, and I grab his ass and tell him to go harder.
“You want it harder, Piper?”
“Yes, Noah,” I cry out. And I do. I want it as hard as he will give it to me.
I wrap my legs around him tighter and push his thick shaft deeper into me, clenching him as he slides in me.
“Oh, you feel so good,” Noah groans.
I dig my fingers into him as he pounds into me, his balls slapping hard against my ass, his lips and teeth gnashing the skin on my neck, marking me further.
“I want you as mine, Piper,” he mumbles in my ear.
“Right now, I am,” I tell him.
He pulls his face to mine, breathing hard. “Not just now.”
“Only tonight,” I pant, pulling him tighter to me and digging into him.
Sadness passes over his face, but it’s momentarily because I climax, and my eyes roll, as Noah unleashes his seed in me, shattering both of us to pieces.
He lies on me, and our necks are buried in each other’s. “Come home with me, Piper,” he mumbles.
I freeze. I want to. I do. But I can’t. “No.”
“No?”
“No.”
“Why?”
“Because I said no.”
Noah exhales into my neck then sits up quickly and buckles his pants. He rolls the dividing window down an inch. “Back to the club.” He rolls it back up.
The atmosphere has shifted, and I want it to go back to how it was, but I know that is impossible.
I slowly sit up and pull my dress back down, and I realize I’m sopping wet, full of his cum.
I jerk my head at Noah. “Did you not use a condom?”
His eyes widen. “Oh shit!”
“Are you kidding me, Noah?”
He puts his hands over his face. “Piper, I wasn’t thinking. I’m sorry.”
“You weren’t thinking?”
His face turns red, and he barks, “Were you thinking?”
“Is this part of your ‘I get to be an asshole’ plan?”
“Are you serious? You want me to be an asshole. I don’t plan on being an asshole. You bring it out of me because that’s what you want, and all I’m trying to do is give you what you want.”
“You think cumming in me without a condom is what I want?”
“Wow. You really think I’m a complete asshole.”
“Have you been tested?”
Noah huffs. “I’m clean, Piper. Are you?”
“Yes, I am clean.”
“Are you on the pill?”
“No.”
Noah’s gapes at me then blurts out, “What kind of sexually active woman isn’t on the pill?”
One who can’t have kids. I glare at him then turn, blinking back tears.
I roll down the window and give the driver my address.
Noah scowls at me. “What are you doing?”
I stay quiet.
“So you’re going to ignore me now? Because that is super mature, right?”
I continue to ignore him, focusing on the window. Tears run down my face and I wipe at them but they are falling too fast.
I hear Noah sigh, and he’s suddenly pulling me onto his lap and kissing away my tears.
“Leave me alone,” I tell him but not very loud.
“No. Stop telling me to leave you alone.”
“You need to.”
“Why?”
“This can’t go anywhere, and you know it can’t.”
“I never said that. You did.”
“It’s the truth.”
“No, it’s not.”
“Noah, we don’t have a future, so stop acting like we do.”
The car stops. Noah motions between us. “Then what is this, between us. If there can’t be a future, then what is this?”
“It’s just tonight.”
“Then give me tonight, Piper.”
He has both hands on my face, and I should tell him no, but I can’t. “Then come up.”
10
Noah
Piper is at the club, and I didn’t know she would be here, but I see her, and it’s like a magnet pulling me toward her. And since we aren’t in the office, any control I’d been displaying over the last week and a half is broken. I fall headfirst into my attraction for her.
She’s wearing a purple club dress, and I’m about to explode out of my pants just from looking at her. I’ve never seen her in anything besides work clothes, and my heart is pounding.
Xander is with me, but I don’t need to explain anything to him. He knows I want Piper as mine.
Once again, she tells me to be the asshole. I wish she would tell me that she w
ants me, not him, but she doesn’t, and I should turn around and keep her inside the club, but instead, I fall into the asshole role because I have to have her any way she will allow me to.
My desire for her clouds my judgment, and the condom never even crosses my mind, which is the first time I’ve ever not thought about one. I’ve been in relationships before and not used one, but it’s always been agreed upon, and I feel like the biggest loser on earth for what I’ve done. And like the asshole I am, instead of taking full responsibility, I make her feel like shit and blame her for not being on the pill.
Piper has this belief that there is no way we can be together, that this can’t be real, but I know it can. Sure, work complicates things, but I’ve read through the HR manual several times, and I know that all we would have to do is sign a form, and I would have to tell Bennett. Based on my previous conversation, I know he won’t care. In fact, he would probably be happy about it, but Piper is worried about her career. I can’t say I blame her. I know how she could be perceived, but I think everyone in the company knows her talent, and she’s already risen almost to the top of the ladder before meeting me, so I don’t see it as an issue.
But she does.
My rationale tells me to drop her off and don’t go up, but I can’t deny my craving for her, and if this is the only way I can have her, then I’m going to take it.
Before we get out of the car, she stops from opening the door. “Crap, I don’t have my purse. My key and phone are in it.”
I pick up my phone and text Xander. “Is Piper’s purse with you?”
“Yeah, it’s on the table.”
“Tell one of her friends to take it home.”
“Okay. You taking her to your place?”
“Yes.”
“Okay, I’ve made other arrangements, I’ll text you tomorrow before I come back.”
I chuckle inside my head. “Good man. Thanks.”
“Have fun.”
I send a fist-bump emoji and get one back and tell Piper. “One of the girls has your purse. You can get it tomorrow.” I roll down the driver’s window and tell him to go to my place before rolling it back up.
“Maybe—”
Before she can say anything else or think about why she shouldn’t come with me, I’m back to kissing her, stealing her lips and tongue, creating the heaven I’ve been dying to experience again over the last few weeks. No one on earth kisses like Piper because when she kisses me, I’m sure she wants me, she believes in me, she needs me...if only in that moment.
And that’s what I want. More than anything, I want that all the time, but if tonight is the only time she will give it to me, then I have to take it.
The ride from Piper’s place to mine is quick. Soon, we’re in the elevator, and I’m already claiming her as mine. I pick her up and push her against the wall, and she latches her legs around my waist. I’m so engrossed in her kisses, I don’t realize the elevator has stopped on my floor.
“Noah, we have to get out,” she murmurs.
The door has shut, so I hit the open button and carry her into the hallway. I never take my mouth off of hers, and I go straight to the bedroom, already unzipping her dress.
“Shower,” she mumbles against my lips.
Stopping first at my nightstand, I fumble with the drawer, pull it open, and grab a strip of condoms. Piper freezes like she’s going to say something.
“What’s wrong?” I scan her eyes.
She ignores my question and crushes her mouth against mine again, so I swiftly carry her to the bathroom and turn on the shower.
I put her down so we can get our clothes off, and she’s already unbuttoned my shirt, and within seconds, we both are naked, and the shower water is warm enough to step in.
Piper kisses my chest and works her way around to my back. My hands wrap behind me and press her into me but just for a brief moment, because I need to be pleasing her.
Spinning around, I lather soap on her and massage her shoulders and back then turn her so her back is against my flesh. My hands slowly find her pussy, and I’m sliding my fingers into her and rolling my thumb across her nub. My lips are on her neck, and I listen to her sweet moans ricochet against the tile shower walls.
Clearly, I’m a sucker for punishment because I growl, “Who do you want, Piper? Me or the asshole?” I pray she’ll choose me but once again, she rips my heart out.
“Asshole,” she says, as I finger fuck her so hard she screams my name, her knees buckle, and the only thing holding her up is my arm around her waist.
I rip the condom packet open with my teeth then remove the condom, spit the wrapper on the ground, and slide it over me. I bend Piper over, she braces her arms on the shower bench, and for the second time in the night, I enter nirvana, as she tremors slightly, tightly grasping my cock.
“Noah!” The way she calls out my name is bliss, and I know I’ll be replaying it in my head long after this night is over.
She is wrecking me. Every day in the office, every moment I spend with her, and all the ways I’m going to have her tonight is going to drive the destruction of my heart further, but I can’t help it and will give her whatever she allows me to.
“Get your ass higher,” I growl then dig my fingers into her hips harder. I thrust faster into her heat and my balls slap against her clit.
“Oh God, Noah!” Her voice echoes, ringing in my ears. I push harder and force myself not to cum even though my balls are a tightened, shriveled-up mess of nerves, waiting to explode against her walls that are spasming on me.
I remind myself I need to be an asshole, and I slow down my thrusts.
“Harder,” she calls out.
She doesn’t want to tell me she wants me, so I bend over and put my mouth near her ear. After a few nibbles, I mumble, “Who else fucks you like this, Piper?”
From the corner of my eye, I see her close her eyes.
“I’m going to stop if you don’t answer me,” I warn her, even though it’s torturing me, too.
But she wants the asshole.
Piper gulps. I pull out slowly, and she quietly says, “No one.”
“Louder,” I growl in her ear.
“Only you, Noah.”
Hearing what I want to hear, knowing that she didn’t want to admit that to me, I speed up, basking in the sound of her moans. Another hard thrust, and she trembles into her orgasm. She calls out obscenities and screams out my name again before collapsing against the bench.
If heaven and earth collided, it would be in these moments with Piper. And when I allow myself to topple, I continue to drive hard into her, and she screams, “Oh fuuuuuck!” as she spirals out of control again.
My lungs try to fill with air, and I pull Piper up and spin her into my arms.
I want to make sure every drop of water is off of her but because I’m supposed to be an asshole, I demand, “Dry off. Your night is just getting started,” step out of the shower, grab my towel, dry myself off then leave the room.
The pattern repeats itself all night. Make Piper tell me how much she wants me, make her plead for her orgasms, and send her skyrocketing. Then, be a dick to her after since that’s what she wants. But instead of sleeping in a different room, tonight I sleep with her.
My plan is to wake up next to her, plead with her to see that we can be together, tell her to stop wanting me to be an asshole, and show her that I can still fuck her senseless and not be a douchebag. But when I wake up, Piper is gone, and I curse myself because I know that once again, I had a chance and lost it.
“Why don’t you just text her?” Xander asks me over coffee, as I tell him the full story.
“She told me after the first time it happened only to use the company email.”
“For work stuff. Obviously, she doesn’t want you to email her personal shit.”
“You have a point. She’s so damn smart with numbers, she figured out my phone code and texted her friends to find out who had her phone.” I opened up the text she had sent he
r friends and showed Xander.
“Yeah, Charlotte got that text.”
I grin at Xander. “I was wondering who you were going to go for.”
He laughs. “Yeah, Piper and her friends are the definition of ‘beautiful people.’”
“Are you going to see her again when you move here?”
Xander shrugs. “I wouldn’t be opposed to it. We exchanged numbers. But I bet a girl like her is probably going to be taken by the time I move here.”
“Well, you’ve got her number.”
Xander takes a drink of coffee. “So, what are you going to do about Piper?”
“I don’t know. She has it in her head we can’t be together because of work, so I’m sure she’ll be shooting daggers at me again come Monday.”
“She does that often?”
I laugh and smile at Xander. “Yep. Most of the time, I deserve it though.”
“Why? What are you doing?”
“She keeps asking me why I’m going after the companies I am.”
“And you won’t tell her?”
“No. It could put her in danger.”
“So what do you tell her?”
“Really shitty things.”
Xander waits for me to tell him.
I shift uncomfortably. “I say it’s not her business. To do her job and collect her paycheck. That she needs to stick to her director role and not get involved in more important matters.”
“Jesus, Noah! Why would you go to that level?”
I put my hands over my face. “Because she wants me to be an asshole, and she’s so damn smart I want her to stop prying into this.”
“I don’t think she wants you to go to that level of asshole.”
“I’m in over my head, Xander.”
“Why don’t you just tell her the truth. That she could be in danger?”
“I think she would want to pry more.”
“I don’t know. I think you’re doing way more damage. Maybe you should just tell her and insist she plays dumb if it ever came down to it.”
“Piper isn’t one to play dumb.”
“Maybe not. So, how’s the project coming along?”
Xander is the only person besides Bennett who knows why I am going after these companies, or even that I am.
“I’ll be making a pitch to buy the companies in the next few weeks.”
