“Oh, shit,” she murmurs, her breathing promptly picking up. I can’t torment her any longer, so I stalk over and take a seat next to her. Pulling her up, I place her in my lap and lean her back against my forearm.
“No one else is walking in here, Reese.”
“Why not?”
“Fancy face, I never said I wanted to go watch strippers, and I definitely didn’t say I desired bringing one home for a threesome.”
“But the ‘Have you ever?’ game we played …”
“I only asked if you had participated in one. I never said I wanted to do it.”
Her green eyes are beautiful as the worry leaves them. “But you said you wanted to experience some of those things.”
“Some, and I recall saying only with you. Now, will you be quiet and kiss me already? I haven’t had a chance to make out with you for hours.”
A sweet grin bursts from her before her lips land on mine. Her tight ass is shoving down on my rapidly growing cock, and damn, I already want to fuck her again. She pulls away abruptly.
“Why did you put me through this?” she asks with a touch of irritation in her voice.
“You dragged me to this shady place. You deserved to be tortured a bit.” I brush strands of fallen hair from her face and bring her closer. “Baby, you’re the only woman I have eyes for, and I already told you that I don’t share. A threesome would require sharing you. You’re mine only.”
“Why didn’t you tell me instead of spending this time and money?”
“I was sure you didn’t want to go through with it, but you were so brave to even instigate it and to follow through with coming here, so I decided not to stop you until I had to.”
“What if I had wanted to do it?”
“I knew you didn’t.”
“But what if I had gotten here and changed my mind?” she asks, that chin of hers tilting like every other time she wants me to believe she’s a badass. I take hold of it and bring her mouth close.
“It wouldn’t have happened on my watch. I repeat … I do not share, and I would have said so.”
Reese sucks in a breath of air, and I feel her body quivering. “What do we do now?” Her voice is back to gentle and submissive before I capture her lips and find my way in.
My hand slides up her silky leg, slipping under the hem of her dress. I shove it up as far as I can without her being exposed. Fingers delve into my hair, twisting and gripping with urgency.
Her whimpers fill my mouth, and fuck, I want to take her here, but I refuse. Hips arch upward, and I can feel she wants me to touch her, needing me to get her off. Reluctantly, I pull my mouth away. Reese is flushed and lost in lust.
“Fuck me … right here,” she says before attempting to get up, likely to straddle me.
“Baby, listen, there is a camera in here.”
She freezes and stares at me.
“Seriously?” Her eyes begin darting around the room.
“Yes, and I’m not letting someone see any part of you naked.”
“Then touch me.” Her tone is soft and seductive as she moves my hand under her dress farther. “I won’t get undressed.”
“Your orgasms are for you and me. No one else gets to witness them.”
“Please, Everett. Don’t make me wait.” Her hand pushes on mine, her gaze as desperate as her voice.
“My brave girl wants them to watch. An exhibitionist. Who knew? Fuck, you turn me on more every second.”
She smiles up at me, her eyes laced with a devilish desire. “I think it’s erotic.”
“I’ll get you off right here, if I can do what I want to you at home,” I say as my fingers brush over the damp, slick material. Her head nods, urging me on.
“I’m only agreeing to this since you’re being daring, Reese, which is what I need from you.” My fingers slip inside of her as my nose grazes up her neck.
“More,” she says with a whimper as her body pushes against my hand. My tongue twirls around her ear as my thumb pushes and drags down her clit. She falls back against my arm, her hips edging upward again.
“That’s it. Let go for me, and be in the here and now.” My voice fills her ear as my fingers fill her cunt. Her hand closest to me is in my hair while the other clenches the side of her dress, wadding it into her fist.
“Oh, god, that feels so good.” Reese moans, so I cover her lips with my hungry mouth and take it from her. I taste the wine on her tongue and imagine licking her wet, pink flesh.
“You’re going to come for me. Make whoever watches that camera jealous that they’re not me.” Leaning right to her ear, I whisper, “Make them wish their hand was in your hot, tight pussy.”
My thumb works her harder as my soaked fingers move inside her. Cradling her in my arms, she unravels, writhing against me. Fuck, I want to bury my dick in her. Reese falls on my chest, so I slide my fingers out and pull down her dress.
It’s not only the amount of time it has taken for her to invade my soul that is blowing my mind but the depth that it’s affecting me. I’ve never felt emotions this intense in my life.
Kissing the top of her head, I hold her for several minutes before I sit her over on the couch and stand.
“Wait here a second. I’m going to have them call us a cab. If I don’t get you home soon, I’m going to be fucking you in public or having a taste.” Leaning over, I plant a hand next to each of her thighs and drag her bottom lip into my mouth. I suck on it, imagining the hood of her clit, before letting it go.
“You drive me insane, Reese. So. Fucking. Insane.”
Chapter Twenty-One
Reese
“Do you think you’ll like it here?” I ask Holly as she stands from the chair in front of my desk.
“Yes, everyone is nice. It’s weird since there are hardly any females, so please don’t leave me here alone.” Pleading eyes tag along with her smile. Uh, I guess it’s not the time to break the news to her that I will be quitting soon.
“Don’t hesitate to ask Kyle if you get stuck on entering those invoices. I’m sure he will help you.” Her face reddens as she leaves my office.
Holly is twenty-three and has dark brown hair like Kyle’s. She’s also only a year younger than he, and they seem to be hitting it off. Now, I have to hope that doesn’t cause an interference with either of their work performance.
Not that I’m one to talk when I have boss-man groping me every second of the day. I need to call Becs to be sure we’re still on for dinner tonight. It’s Wednesday, and I’ve barely spoken to her since her date Friday with Travis.
He calls me Punch Bug every morning, due to my car, and it has been no different this week, other than his charming smile has widened since Friday. She informed me yesterday that she’s seen him every day since.
I can’t wait to get the lowdown and tell her about my weekend. The expression on her face, when I tell her about Dwayne, will be priceless.
***
“I found them,” I say excitedly to Sarge before wiping the sweat from my brow.
He closes the lid on the cardboard filing box he’s been looking through and props his bent arm on it. He’s on the right side of the storage unit, while I’m on the left. It feels as if it’s a hundred degrees in this metal building, and I notice that his breathing is labored.
“Thank you for bringing me out.” After putting a lid back on the last box I was digging in, I dust my hands off. “These accounts payable reports from that year should be the last thing I need.”
“You’re the one we should be thanking. We should’ve hired a professional, right after Krystal’s death, to come in and make sure that year was wrapped up correctly. Kyle didn’t have the experience, and we dumped it on him.”
“We’ll get it organized and settled, Sarge.” I take a glimpse at my navy skirt, which is covered in webs and dust. “I believe it’s time I retire the dress clothes.”
The front of my white blouse has scattered lines of dirt from where I rested the bottom of the boxes as I
moved them, and it’s practically clinging to me from sweat. I’m grateful I wore a camisole under it today, or Sarge would be getting a peep show in this dingy place.
He rubs the sweat from his forehead with the back of his arm. “Can I ask why you wear such fancy clothing to a place like Casteel?”
“I’m accustomed to it, so I have a lot of dressy clothes. Also, it makes me feel feminine in a place overrun by males.” I give him a smirk. “Let’s get out of here.”
Sarge is quiet the first couple of miles back to the store. He has the air blasting in his Ford F-150, and I could easily drift to sleep.
“So, you like my brother.”
My head pipes up, his matter-of-fact words gaining my full attention. “Uh, yes. I do like him. I guess everyone knows that now.” I don’t need my words to be a question, either. He kissed me in the damn parking lot Friday evening.
“Yeah, it’s gotten around. I know it’s been no time at all, but I can tell he already cares for you. I hope the two of you can continue dating, but if things don’t work out, please don’t feel as if you have to leave.”
Sarge never glances over, and I sense he’s nervous.
“I appreciate that.”
“I already told you that Ev is intense, and that means he feels deeply, so he can hurt deeply, too.”
I suddenly become aware of the intentions behind this conversation as he pulls into the Casteel parking lot and turns off the ignition.
“Sarge, I have no intentions of hurting Everett. I care about him, too. No, I can’t say what will come of us in the future.
“Honestly, this is all moving so fast that it’s hard to even tell what is happening in the present, but I’ll try my hardest not to hurt him.”
Looking over, he smiles at me.
“That’s all I needed to hear, and remember what I said; don’t let him run you off, either. He’s one passionate fella. I’ve never seen anyone who wears his emotions on his sleeve like that boy.”
I can’t help but snicker as I climb out of the truck. He does know his brother well. Once inside the store, I go straight to Kyle’s office and shut the door.
“Do you have a minute?” I ask.
“Uh, yeah, what do you need?” He looks curious but nervous as he moves a stack of papers, clearing some room on his desk.
“I need some information from you. It’s from the year Krystal died.”
“Alright, shoot.” He leans back in his chair and laces his fingers behind his head.
“You said that after her passing, you took over payroll and payables, correct?”
“Yep. I had helped Krystal some with payroll, so I was able to figure that out, but I got behind on accounts payables and my receivables. I was working a ton of hours.”
“Someone permanent should’ve been hired right away to help you.”
“Sarge kept telling me that Everett couldn’t handle someone stepping right into her job and her office. The old man, Dennis, started the following March and handled all the taxes for the previous year, or we would’ve been royally screwed.
“He then took over paying the bills, but he never seemed happy here and lasted a year and a half. It’s been six months now that I’ve been on my own again.”
My fingers rub my forehead as I imagine soaking in a bubble bath. All this time, they could have been paying two more employees on top of Kyle for not much more than what they’re paying me. It doesn’t make sense why they waited so long to take action.
“The workload before she died was enough for at least three employees, so it’s no wonder you’re behind again. I’m going to work my way through payroll first, and make sure the error isn’t there.”
“I can’t imagine it would be. I mean, ninety thousand dollars … I don’t see any way she could’ve made that kind of mistake without noticing.
“Surely, if she transposed numbers, the total being off that much would’ve thrown up a red flag for her.”
Kyle stares off, appearing in deep thought. “Maybe she entered that we paid out ninety-nine grand on an invoice when it was supposed to say nine grand.”
He smirks. “I shouldn’t be prying, but since I had a hand in some of this, I want to be sure you aren’t suspicious of me doing something shady.”
“Gosh, no, Kyle. I don’t think you’re a dishonest person.”
He leans over his desk to be closer to me.
“I will say that Krystal seemed nervous about me assisting her with things. She by far needed the help, but never once did she allow me to be involved with paying the bills. I thought that was odd. It seemed to me like she would’ve been more worried about me screwing up payroll.”
I feel my stomach start to churn as the nagging suspicion I’ve had lately grows. I believe the discrepancy is from something dishonest.
“I have a bad feeling about this. Listen, please keep this conversation between us. I will keep you in the loop as I figure things out.”
“No worries, Reese. Everett is like a different person since meeting you. He’s not a total grump anymore, so I sure wouldn’t be the one to disturb that.”
I take a deep breath and banish the thoughts that questions Krystal’s honesty, before I stroll down to Everett’s office.
Everett
In an attempt to distract myself, I do some design work, sketching out ideas for a new customer’s bike. When I returned to the office an hour ago, after meeting with this client, Kyle informed me that Sarge had taken Reese to our storage unit.
It bugs me that he took her, but I can’t decipher why. I would’ve rather she gone with me. We had the perfect weekend, but like last week, I haven’t been alone with her since. Maybe that’s why I wanted to take her; I miss her.
Hearing her heels tapping along the concrete floor of the hallway, I look up and see her standing in my doorway. “Hi, did your meeting go well?” she asks before she’s shutting my door and padding over.
“Yes, he wants some sample ideas,” I answer before covering up my drawings with scattered papers on my desk. “What the hell happened to your clothes?”
She shrugs as she looks down at them.
“The storage unit was dirty. Sarge took me there.”
“Yeah, Kyle told me. I should’ve been the one to take you.”
“He didn’t mind.”
“You were looking for documents for the audit, right?”
“Yep. Can I see your drawings?”
“Come here,” I say.
Reese smiles and saunters around the desk to me. I pull her down into my lap, and she lets me without argument. “I’m sorry I’ve made you feel as if you can’t talk to me about that time period, the files … Krystal.”
“It’s OK. Sarge said he would help me as much as he can, so you don’t have to think about it.” She curls up in my lap, surprising me further.
“I wouldn’t have let you work so hard, if I had gone with you. Your outfit is ruined.”
“I can have it cleaned, and I didn’t work that hard. The dirt is deceiving.” She giggles before she leans up and kisses my neck. I’m diggin’ this mood she’s in. “The only thing is, now I need a shower. I probably stink.”
My nose is already breathing in the fruity scent of her hair. “You smell divine, baby, but I’d be happy to help you shower.” Leaning over, I press my lips to hers and have a taste. It’s been hours, and I need my fix.
I’m amazed at how long she lets me kiss her. She’s relaxed in my arms, and she’s never like this at work. “What gives? Why are you this relaxed as I paw at you in my office?”
A dazzling smile blooms from her petal soft lips.
“It’s time to wave the white flag. Sarge confirmed what I figured; everyone here suspects we’re dating, so I surrender.”
I can’t stop the mighty grin I’m brandishing.
“I want to hear more about this conversation you had with my brother, but first I have to tell you how damn happy that makes me.” Squeezing her hip, I run my nose up her neck, but she pushes on
me.
“That doesn’t mean you can have your hands all over me whenever you choose. I still don’t want to be affectionate in front of your employees.”
“Too late. You surrendered. Now, let me take you home to shower. I suddenly need another one, too.” She giggles as I crowd her neck, my teeth nibbling and tongue licking.
“I’m sorry, but I’m seeing Becca tonight, and if you come over, I will never be ready in time.”
My smile disappears as I whisper, “Reese, it’s been days again since I’ve been inside you.”
“I’m sorry. It’s been a hectic week. I’ll make a deal with you. Give me a peek at those drawings you were attempting to hide from me, and I’ll stay with you all weekend.”
“Promise.”
“Promise. I’m still eagerly waiting to see where you live.”
Extending my arm over the desk, I fish the drawings out from under the stack and hand them to her. Sitting straight up and holding them out, she examines each one, and I’m ridiculously uncomfortable.
“I love them, but they’re of a cityscape.” She says this as if it astonishes her. “You don’t like the city.”
“It doesn’t matter. It’s what the customer wants, so I draw it. Besides, I don’t mind the big city now that I spent time in one with you.” She kisses my forehead tenderly before eyeing the two papers again.
“Krystal always made me feel as if she settled by staying in Marietta and marrying me. That woman dreamed bigger. She should’ve moved to New York or LA.”
Reese’s arms drop to her lap.
“She made you feel inferior to the city life.”
“It’s stupid, I know.” I take the drawings from her and put them on the desk.
“It’s not at all.” She points toward the papers. “You’re an artist. Is there anything you can’t do?”
Finding her neck, I nibble on it again.
“Let’s find out.”
She giggles, and it’s the fucking highlight of my day. Reese is the reason I look forward to getting up every morning, and now that we don’t have to hide we’re dating, there is no reason for her to ever leave Casteel … or me.
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