"Enough," she pants.
"What?" I ask with faint innocence. "You don't want me to talk about my very big cock and how perfectly it fits inside your hot pussy? Is that it?”
“Arghhh.”
"That's pent-up energy, kitten. I have a brilliant solution for that."
“Oh, just fuck me, already. Just do it.”
“With pleasure,” I say, flashing her a triumphant smile.
I lift her in my arms and she wraps her legs around my waist. I walk with decisive steps towards the conference table. I balance her weight on one side of my body and lean forward to clear the table of its contents, sending newspapers, post-it notes, highlighters and pens crashing to the floor. I drop her onto the table.
"Spread them wide," I command.
And she does.
My hand closes around her neck and I press her down until her spine touches the wooden surface.
“Two fucking weeks, kitten,” I growl. “I’m going to fuck you hard enough to remind you how addicted I am to your pussy. I'm going to give you what you've been dying for since the last time I honored your pussy with my cum."
Her eyes glaze over. “God.” That comes out muted because of my hold on her throat. I’m not cutting off her air supply, but she definitely feels my dominance.
"How wet are you, kitten?"
“Barrett, the dirty-talking only makes it worse. Please, put me out of my misery." She's begging. Just the way I like it.
I withdraw the hand at her throat to push her dress up to her waist. Our eyes are locked onto each other and it’s sexy as hell. I lower my eyes for a quick second to admire her panties.
"White lace? Those are among my favorites."
"I know," she says. "Are you going to rip them off?"
"Is that a challenge?"
"No. Just a question," she smiles.
I lower my eyes to her sweet pussy. "I love these. I'll let you keep them."
"Thank you, Master."
I return her wide smile.
"I'm always happy to oblige."
My left hand finds her throat again. With my right hand, I fling my tie behind my back to get it out of the way. The pressure against my balls doesn't allow me to be patient. With a rushed hand, I fumble with my belt until it’s dangling loose and I undo the top button of my trousers. The hiss of my zipper follows as I yank it down.
What makes this all the more arousing is how she doesn’t move her gaze away from mine. Urgency courses furiously through my veins at the sight of her lidded eyes.
Damn, I want this woman.
“Push your panties to the side, kitten,” I order. “I have no intention of letting go of your throat.”
I don't have to ask twice.
Something wicked flashes in her eyes.
"Put it in," she pleads.
“You’re just dying to swallow ten inches of meat?” I sneer.
"Fuck me until I lose consciousness."
That's her bloody answer?
Blimey.
Charlotte's thirst for debased and hardcore sex will never cease to surprise me.
Fuck, this woman is a dream. Classy and filthy.
I barely have time to free my cock from my boxer briefs than I'm already buried to the hilt with one single forceful thrust.
“Oh, Jesus," I growl.
"Bloody hell," she groans.
I let loose and I fuck her as if I’ve never fucked her before.
The cadence is frenzied, nearly delirious.
The combination of her little pleading mewls, the squeaking of the table and our flesh slapping against each other is intoxicating. It’s only now that I realize the music is still playing in the background.
‘When I'm with you, all I get is wild thoughts.’
"What's playing?" I ask in an exerted breath.
She laughs. “‘Wild Thoughts.’ It’s an oldie.”
“Interesting lyrics.” I seem to be saying that a lot today.
“That's how we act when we’re together.”
"I won’t argue. That said, contrarily to the lyrics that just played, your pussy isn't for the taking. Your pussy is all mine," I growl.
"I think I need a good hard reminder, Master."
"Don't come complaining to me when I give you what you ask for."
I thought I was fucking her in an unrepentant way before, but after that dare, I'm unleashed. I’m sweating like crazy. Of course, the fact that I was so desperate for her, I didn't even bother to remove my suit jacket and shirt, doesn't help matters, but I don't give a fuck. Her pussy is my only salvation.
“Harder,” she whimpers.
I pull her leg over my right arm, forcing her to spread open wider, allowing my cock to go deeper. The sight of her heel dangling from her foot is indescribably sexy. In this position and with my hand still clamped around her neck, her submission is absolute.
I ram into her with such force, my heavy balls bang against her ass sending a heated electric current up my spine. Jesus Christ.
She screams out, moans for me. “Oh God, Barrett.”
"That's it, kitten. Take everything I have to give you," I growl.
“More.” That plea falls so beautifully from her lips.
I pound her mercilessly.
There’s nothing sweet or innocent about the way I'm giving her pleasure.
It's raw.
It's rough.
It's carnal.
It's us.
"Yes! Yes, yes, yes…" she hisses.
Honestly, this is so core-shaking, I'm surprised the people from the office next door haven’t come banging down her door just to find us locked in this hedonistic embrace.
“Oh, Barrett, oh, Barrett, oh, Barrett,” she chants with her eyes closed.
“Are you going to give me what I want, kitten?"
She nods.
“I want words.”
“I will.”
“Good. And I want your eyes on me. You got that?”
“I don't know if I can, Barrett.”
“That's non-negotiable, Charlotte. You lock eyes with me as you come or else I’ll leave you here on this table so you can take care of your own pleasure,” I warn.
"You wouldn't dare!" There's a tinge of fright in her voice.
"You say that as if you haven't known me since you were fifteen. When was the last time I made an empty threat?"
"Okay. You win," she concedes.
“Good girl.”
Satisfied to know I'll get my way, I drive into her like a savage beast.
“I’m… I’m close,” she pants between breaths.
"Kitten, are you going to come hard for me?”
“Yes,” she wails.
"I don't have too many options here. Both my hands are busy. I'm afraid you'll have to take care of your clit."
"As long as you keep fucking me this well," she grins.
"Deal."
I lean forward and angle my body. This way, the pressure from my hips against her fingers will heighten things for her.
"Dear God," she chokes. “Mother of God.” Her body shudders as she comes undone.
I have to release her neck or I’ll hurt her. I’m too riled up and I’m a breath away from tumbling over the deep end. I place my hand against the table next to her head and lean forward.
"I'm going to shoot my load inside you, kitten."
She takes a breath, licks her lips. "Fill me up, Master."
Those words act like rocket fuel.
I kiss her voraciously until my body tightens.
“Shit,” she chokes.
The second she starts contracting her muscles, I'm done. I deliver one last forceful thrust and I lose it.
“Bloody Christ, Charlotte,” I grunt inside her mouth as I spew my cum inside her.
The conference room fills with our exhausted breaths. Her arms are wrapped around me and she's pulling me so close to her, I'm surprised I can still breathe.
“Did I take care good care of you?” I whisper in her ea
r.
"Fuck, I need a cigarette now. And I don't even smoke. It was that mind-blowing."
We both laugh.
"Come on, let's get out of here," I say, pulling away from her.
"Where are we going?" she asks, almost panicked.
"I know we’re up for just about anything, but I have standards. And I know you do too. Fucking your ass at work would be wrong. We need to be behind closed doors for that.”
“Oh.”
“Is your Benz parked downstairs in the garage?”
“Yeah. Why?”
“You’ll drive it back to your penthouse and I’ll follow—”
“You want to fuck me at my place?” she laughs.
“Nope. You’re going to pack a change of clothes and then we’re taking my Alfa Romeo to my house where I’ll spend the rest of the evening making up for the last two weeks."
"Jesus," she hisses.
"On second thoughts, it’s best to pack for the entire weekend. I'd hate to rush things."
CHAPTER 43
Charlie
One week later
My phone rings as I walk through the door. Since my hands are full, I drop my bags to the floor and quickly rummage through my Louis Vuitton Neverfull tote bag. When I recognize the name, my face breaks into a huge smile and I accept the call.
"Amelia!"
"Charlie!"
"It’s so good to hear your voice. I can't believe it's already been nearly a week since we last spoke. Thank God for texting," I say.
"Excuse me, but I'm not the one who’s busier than the Prime Minister."
"Says the insider in the know," I laugh. "Not to mention, that I wouldn't be so quick to judge. Let's not forget, you've been MIA as well. Your sex life is off the charts and now you're getting more action than I am," I remind her.
"Guilty as charged and loving every salacious minute of it."
"Given what you're riding, you’re forgiven.”
We explode in laughter.
So much has changed in Amelia Cavendish’s life. She went from a few lack luster and fairly inept partners to striking gold. And it all happened while I was digging Jason Belvedere out of the shit. As much as I hate the fact that I missed her incredible transformation, I’m pretty proud of her for having dared to walk on the wild side without any coaxing.
"Let’s get on FaceTime," she suggests.
"I just walked through the door. Give me ten minutes and I'll call you right back."
"Deal!"
I hang up with my best friend, tuck my phone inside the pocket of my blazer and return to the entrance. I pull my handbag over my shoulder, grab my two bags, rush up the stairs and drop everything in the guest bedroom. Once I’ve kicked off my heels and removed my blazer, I run back downstairs to the living room.
I dial Amelia's number as I plop myself on the oversized sofa as I stretch my legs on the ottoman.
"Are you camera ready?" I ask when she picks up.
"I'll never look as polished as you do, but I won't scare any small children either."
"Puh-lease. You're talking nonsense with that beautiful face of yours."
"Flattery will get you everywhere, lassie."
We both laugh.
"Ready?"
"Let's do this," she cheers.
A few seconds later, I’m staring into her gorgeous green eyes.
"I’m so sorry it's taken this long for us to connect."
"Jason Belvedere?"
"Who else."
"Between your text updates and what I've been reading in the media, I'm not surprised you’ve been so busy, Charlie. Honestly, after the ass-whooping Jason got in the media for that Bibi indiscretion, I can't believe he’d get himself in hot water so soon. Now that the sordid sex scandal of the year is behind him, you’d think he’d take a respite."
In his latest idiotic stunt, Jason managed to insult his fans and the entire Spanish-speaking community on both sides of the Atlantic. What did he do? As usual, he didn't shut his mouth. To be precise, he bastardized and butchered the Spanish lyrics of the English-slash-Spanish remix of Luis Ponce’s ‘Suavecito’ smash hit. I don't have to tell you that all hell broke loose on social media and yours truly was responsible for fixing things. Well, I should say that Barrett was also summoned.
"Tell me about it. That's exactly why I told the record company that I’m done. Of course, they don't understand because they don't see it, but Jason Belvedere is a real train wreck. The money isn't worth it anymore."
"I couldn't—” Amelia stops midsentence and frowns.
She blinks a few times and squints.
"What?"
"Where are you? That background doesn’t look like your penthouse or your office."
I blush furiously. I don't know why I react this way. It's not as though I'm doing anything wrong. Still, my face is so flushed, you’d think I was coming down with a fever.
"I’m at Barrett’s," I say in a low voice.
“Okay,” Amelia says cautiously.
"He’s completely renovated his home since you were here last,” I add quickly.
"Is King Barrett there?"
I laugh.
"No. Not yet. He's on his way. He had a few late afternoon meetings and of course now he's dealing with rush hour traffic."
"So you're alone in King Barrett’s castle," she says.
"You're hilarious. Terry and you keep referring to him as royalty."
Terry was so freaked out about that encounter with Barrett that he's been walking a straight line ever since. He knocks before entering my office and he's asked his MD boyfriend not to come around the office unless it's his lunch break or after work. I even got a surprise batch of white chocolate and bitter orange cookies the next day. It's quite amusing how my ex-slash-current-shag conjures fear in my assistant’s heart.
"Newsflash, he rules your head, your body, your pussy and, as much as you hate to admit it, your heart," my best friend says.
"You're making too much out of it. I’m just hanging out at his place. That's it." I ignore entirely her last comment.
She narrows her green eyes to a sliver. "Are you taking me for a fool, Charlotte Wentworth?"
"Not at all. You’re a very intelligent person. That's why you're my best friend," I reply.
"Okay, let's play it your way. After you left him last year, I thought you made it a point to keep things between the two of you impersonal," she says.
"True. I insisted on keeping our romps to 5-star hotels, his office and his boardroom."
“In that case, how come you ended up at his place?” she cocks an eyebrow.
“Barrett suggested it last week after a particularly naughty interlude at my office—”
"Oh God. Please tell me Terry wasn't there."
"What do you take me for? Of course Terry wasn't there."
"Thank God."
"To answer your question, Barrett was never fond of my decision, but he went along with it. He said if that was the only way I’d accept to be with him then he would oblige. After Athens, he got tired of shagging on a strange mattress and using towels that might or might not have been bleached—”
“That’s hilarious!” she exclaims.
“Only Barrett,” I roll my eyes. "In any case, he wanted us to wake up in his own bed with me by his side." There I go blushing again.
"Is this your first weekend at his place since you returned from Athens?" she asks carefully.
I shake my head. "Last week, I came here on a Thursday and didn’t leave until Monday. It’s a repeat this weekend. Yesterday morning, he texted me and told me he wouldn’t be able to survive the weekend if I couldn’t spend it with him." I smile shyly. "Who am I to send a man to his own death?" I laugh. “Barrett picked me up at the office yesterday late afternoon. I left his place this morning to go to work, but I'm back now. He wants me to stay until Monday." I punctuate my sentence with a one-shoulder shrug.
"Wow!"
"I know. Crazy, right?"
"So you�
�ve seen Barrett a few times this week," she points out.
"I've seen Barrett every single night this week," I correct her.
We both laugh.
"Since you broke things off with him, you've only had random fuck sessions. This seems a lot more…"
"Intense?" I finish her sentence.
"Yes. That's a good word for it. Are you okay with that?"
"You’re a good friend, Amelia Cavendish," I smile. "Yes, I'm very okay with it, but I'm not delusional. After all, we’re talking about the great Tate Barrett Ascott and his insatiable desire to dominate the world, but lately he's been showering me with attention and I really like that."
"What about the evil Ascotts?"
"While we were in Athens, Barrett shared some good news with me over dinner."
"Really?" Amelia asks.
"Yeah. From what I understand, Tyler was able to find a way to put the boot into Archer and Cormac. Something to do with Tyler putting an end to this incessant chaos they cause in Barrett's life. He hasn't said much since then and I haven't broached the subject. He’s been so lighthearted and so carefree lately, I don't want to rock the boat by asking too many questions. He’s even had Korina over for dinner. It was great reconnecting with her again. Clearly Tyler was able to work his magic. Who knows? With a little luck, the evil Ascotts are now a thing of the past." Please God answer my prayer.
"Let’s hope so. For his sake… and yours."
"I think it's already happening."
"What do you mean?"
"Barrett is taking me out tonight. A fancy restaurant and all. He just blurted it out this morning when we were still in bed. Sneaky bastard. I had to take a taxi back to my place to grab an evening dress, proper high heels and accessories. It took me an hour to decide on the killer outfit. Not that I have any idea where Barrett is taking me, but I want to look my best,” I say, lifting my chin up.
“Barrett and Charlie. Barrett and Charlie. Barrett and Charlie," Amelia singsongs.
I meet my best friend’s laughing gaze. “Stop it," I admonish. "You sound like a five-year-old."
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