Love & Lies

by Jessica Wood

  CHAPTER THREE

  For some reason, I woke up frustrated and anxious the next morning. My thoughts immediately went to the girl from last night, and while my cock twitched in excitement, I felt frustrated and pissed off. I could still smell the way her perfume teased me, I could still picture the way she bit her lips, and I could still hear the way she taunted me when she said, “Because you can’t handle me.”

  “Mmm.” Veronica shifted in her sleep as she lay on top of me.

  Why the fuck did I stay over last night? Annoyed, I immediately moved her off of me.

  This was one reason I tried not to stay over at a woman’s place after a late-night fuck session. I hated cuddling. After an intense fuck session, I was hot and sweaty, and so was the chick. I didn’t want to feel another over-heated body on top of my own. It was completely irrational to me why anyone would want to cuddle after sex.

  But sometimes sleep outweighed that annoyance, and after the three hours of intense fun last night after a long day’s work, I’d accepted the consequences and crashed over.

  I looked at my Rolex. 6:55 a.m. I groaned. I had the 9:00 a.m. meeting with the Parker, Inc. people. I needed to get home to shower and change. But before I could get out of the bed, I felt a warm, wet tongue move along the shaft of my dick.

  “Good morning to you, too.” I chuckled as I closed my eyes and enjoyed her lips.

  “Mmm, you’re already so big and hard.” Her voice was full of lust and hunger.

  “Gotta love that morning wood.” I smiled at how unbelievable the blonde’s mouth felt on my cock as she licked and sucked on it with growing speed.

  Just then my phone beeped, indicating that I’d just received a work email. Fuck, what is it now? I can probably guess who that is!

  “Baby,” I grunted as she sucked on my balls, “can you hand me my phone?”

  “Oh, sure. Is something wrong?”

  “No, just work emails. I probably need to send out a real quick response.”

  She handed me my phone.

  “Thanks.” I paused and noticed that she was just sitting there. “No need to wait on me, baby. You just continue using those gorgeous lips of yours.”

  She giggled and began working on my cock again.

  I pulled my work emails up and wasn’t surprise to find an email from B. Parker. Does this fucker ever sleep?

  I clenched my jaw and felt my body tense as I read his email, and it had nothing to do with the blow job I was getting from Veronica.

  To: Ben Chase

  From: B. Parker

  Re: Parker, Inc. - Acquisition & Escrow Draft Contracts

  Mr. Chase:

  Attached you will find a number of comments and suggested changes to the draft contracts you circulated yesterday. Incorporate these changes and have a response to each of the comments for our meeting at 9:00 a.m. Also, print out paper copies of the revised drafts for Trent and me so we can discuss them at the meeting.

  There are quite a few changes, so I would advise that you start these changes as soon as you can to ensure they are done prior to our meeting.

  See you promptly at 9:00 a.m.

  B. Parker

  Acting Vice President

  Parker, Inc.

  In a fit of rage after reading his demands, I immediately shot back an email.

  To: B. Parker

  From: Ben Chase

  Re: Parker, Inc. - Acquisition & Escrow Draft Contracts

  B. Parker:

  I will review your comments and changes as soon as humanly possible. Since my dick is currently in and out of a girl’s throat, I am a bit indisposed at the moment. I will turn to the contract the minute I’m free.

  Thank you in advance for understanding.

  Regards,

  D. Chase, Esq.

  Associate

  William & Sutter LLP.

  I waited for a reply, knowing that it was going to come, knowing that I’d gone too far, knowing that he was going to rip me a new one.

  But to my surprise, nothing came.

  That’s odd.

  “I really love giving head in the morning,” Veronica purred from below.

  Shit, for second there, I almost forgot that she’s still down there!

  “I’ll bet.” I smiled down at her, refocusing my attention on my cock as it slid in and out of her mouth.

  “Mmm-hmm,” she moaned in agreement as she took the entire eight inches of me into her warm inviting mouth.

  “Fuck, baby! Those lips and my cock are like a match made in Heaven!” I threw my head back as her lips and tongue moved up the length of my shaft. “I’m about to come!” I warned.

  Taking my cue, she released me from her mouth and began to move her hand up and down my cock. With her mouth open and tongue out, she waited hungrily for my release as her fingers began to take me over the edge. Within seconds, I lost control and came all over her face. I smiled in satisfaction as I watched her lick up and swallow every last drop of my cum.

  “My cock. Breakfast of champions.” I laughed.

  “Best. Breakfast. Ever.” She grinned up at me in delight.

  “Thanks for a fun night, baby.” I got up from the bed. “I gotta run, though. Got some work to do.”

  “Really?” I saw the disappointment in her eyes as she watched me get dressed.

  “Next time I’m in need of those incredible lips of yours, I’ll give you a call.” I walked to the door.

  “I hope it’s soon. Thanks for breakfast.”

  I laughed, turning back to her as I walked through the doorway. “Everyone’s gotta take their vitamins.” I gave her a wink before I closed the door behind me.

  ***

  “Hi, Ben, same thing today? Latte with a double shot of espresso?” The cute barista behind the cash register beamed at me.

  “Morning, Jane. Great memory there! You’ve been working here for, what? A week?”

  “Four days.” Her eyes were wide with eagerness as she couldn’t take her eyes off me.

  “You’re looking extra pretty today.” I saw the freshly applied lipgloss on Jane’s lips and the light black T-shirt that hugged her breasts. She’s wearing a padded bra today, I snickered to myself. Jane was new at Peet’s Coffee & Tea, the coffee shop across the street from my office. I knew she had a crush on me, but as much as I’d love to fuck her, I wasn’t going to. I liked going to this coffee shop in the mornings, and I didn’t want to have to deal with seeing Jane every morning if I fucked her and left her.

  “Yup, I’ll have that latte.” My stomach growled in protest and I looked at my Rolex. 8:29 a.m. “And let me also get a chocolate croissant.” I flashed her a smile and a wink and watched her face flush pink in response. I won’t fuck her, but it doesn’t hurt to flirt with her.

  As I waited for my coffee and croissant, a familiar voice interrupted my thoughts. “Latte with a double shot of espresso.”

  I looked up to see who had just ordered the same thing I had. My chest instantly tightened when I saw that it was none other than the girl from the grocery store, the one I hadn’t been able to get out of my mind.

  How was it that she was here at the coffee shop I frequented every morning, ordering my exact drink, and standing right in front of me? This must be a sign—a sign that I will fuck her and own her.

  “Hey, gorgeous.” I walked up to her as she finished paying. She looked up and I saw her tense up when she saw that it was me.

  “Oh. It’s you.” Her words were short, but I could tell that a part of her desired me.

  I raised my eyebrows at her. “Well, aren’t you a sight for sore eyes?” I licked my lips as my eyes moved down the curves of her body, lingering at the delicate flesh peeking through the opening of her blouse.

  “My eyes are up here, buddy,” she barked as she folded her arms.

  “And what beautiful eyes they are,” I replied smoothly, not missing a beat. I flashed her one of my smiles that usually caused women to melt at my feet.

  But once again, my c
harms seemed to have no effect on her. Instead, she went to grab her coffee that sat ready on the counter and turned to walk away.

  “Hey, hold on!” I grabbed my coffee and croissant and ran after her out of the coffee shop. “Give me a minute.”

  Again to my surprise, she stopped and turned to face me.

  “I’m sorry,” I heard myself saying. “I didn’t mean to be rude.” I wasn’t sure what came over me and why I had just apologized, but somehow, those words just came out.

  “Well, that’s putting it mildly.”

  “Okay, so I can be a bit blunt,” I admitted.

  “A bit?” She gave me a doubtful look.

  I chuckled and shrugged. “What can I say? I see a gorgeous woman that I want to take out, I go for it. So maybe sometimes my approach is a bit off.”

  Her expression softened slightly. “So are you like this with all women?”

  I wasn’t sure why, but something compelled me to give her a whole-hearted genuine smile and look into her warm emerald eyes. I was transfixed by her gaze and for a moment, I couldn’t think of anything else but her. Then something strange happened. I told her the whole truth.

  “I am pretty aggressive with women. I admit that. I don’t know why, but somehow I seem to be different with you than I am normally with women. Maybe it’s because you’re the first woman who’s ever talked back to me the way you have. And maybe that’s why I haven’t been able to get you out of my head.”

  I heard the words come out of my mouth, but it felt like someone else had spoken them. As I watched her reaction, I saw the same confused and stunned expression I felt inside reflected on this woman’s face.

  “So what are you looking for? A girlfriend?”

  “Hell no!” The words came rushing out of me like a reflex, a response that’d become second nature to me. Her question had taken me by surprise, and somehow, it had snapped me back to reality, back to my old self. I flashed her a crooked smile and leaned into her. “What I mean to say is, I’m always looking for a fun time.”

  “So a fun time.” Her expression was blank and I couldn’t figure out what she was thinking.

  “A very fun time. Every. Single. Time. I can promise you that.”

  She remained silent and expressionless as she studied me.

  “So you in for some fun?” My lips twisted into a smile.

  To my surprise, she returned my smile and leaned in toward me, the delicate curves of her exposed breasts peeped innocently out of her blouse. She gently placed her hand against my chest, causing my body to tense in excitement. As she looked up at me, her hand slowly and seductively ran it down my chest, her intoxicating perfume teased my senses, and I felt myself grow inside my pants.

  At that moment, I lost all sense of power and control over the situation, and every rational thought inside me evaporated as her green eyes pierced into mine.

  Fuck, she is hot! And it looks like she’s going to bite! Fuck B. Parker! I can definitely spare ten minutes for a quickie with her.

  “Well,” she purred as she batted her eyes up at me before giving my body a once over, “That’s a very tempting offer, and I’ve considered it”—her seductive demeanor turned cold like a flip of a switch—“and my answer is probably somewhere between ‘In your fucking dreams’ and ‘Go fuck yourself.’”

  Without another word, she pushed me away from her, turned, and walked away, leaving me staring after her in front of the coffee shop. For the first time in my life, I was speechless, stunned, and desperate for more of whatever I had just felt.

  ***

  It was 8:45 a.m. and I was running across the street to the office to make the 9:00 a.m. meeting. I walked through the front lobby of the building and as I got to the line of elevators, I stopped dead in my tracks.

  There she was. Again! She was standing there waiting for an elevator.

  “Hey, baby, I didn’t expect to see you here. If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were stalking me.”

  She turned and furrowed her brows. “What are you talking about?”

  “Did you follow me to my office building to tell me you regret not giving me your name and number?” I knew she was playing coy with me.

  “You wish.”

  As much as I didn’t want to admit it, her response had stung. But I quickly brushed off those thoughts and smiled at her. “Well, you’re here, aren’t you? Looks like wishes do come true.”

  Instead of responding, she snorted and shook her head and walked into the elevator that had just opened in front of us.

  “So does this mean you’re going to give me your name and number?” I decided to keep things playful as I followed her inside the elevator.

  She rolled her eyes and a smirk appeared on her lips.

  What’s so funny?

  I pressed the elevator button to the 20th floor and waited to see what floor she was going to.

  But she didn’t press anything. She just stood there in silence, staring up at the changing numbers above the elevator door as the elevator took us up to the 20th floor.

  Frustration engulfed me as I watched her ignoring me. I wanted to grab her by the nape of her neck and kiss her. I wanted to rip her blouse open and taste her breasts in my mouth. I wanted to nail her against the elevator walls and fuck her until she begged for more.

  But I didn’t.

  I just stared at her, wishing she would look back at me, wishing she would give me a chance, wishing she would tell me her name.

  But she didn’t.

  The second the elevator door opened to the 20th floor, she walked out.

  Why did she get off at my floor? Did she work here?

  With William & Sutter LLP being one of largest international law firms in the world, there were over two hundred attorneys and many more staff in the San Francisco office alone. It was possible that she was a secretary here and I hadn’t even seen her before.

  I glanced down at my watch. 8:52 a.m. and knew I had to think about this woman later. The Parker, Inc. meeting was at 9:00 a.m., and I was not going to give B. motherfucking Parker any reason to patronize me. I rushed to my office and gathered up everything I needed for the meeting.

  “Hey, Cindy.” A middle-aged woman in a pair of dark red retro glasses looked up from her cubicle. “I have to get to that Parker meeting now. I probably won’t be back until after lunch. Please make sure to take my calls while I’m out of my office. I hate it when they go to voicemail.”

  Cindy smiled at me. “Yes, of course. Don’t worry about it.”

  “Thanks, Cindy.” I handed her the untouched croissant from the coffee shop, “Here, I know you love these chocolate croissants. I didn’t get a chance to eat these.”

  “Thanks for thinking of me, Ben. You’ve worked so hard on this case. Good luck at the meeting.” She handed me a stack of binders. “Here are the revised drafts you emailed me this morning to print out.”

  “Perfect. Thanks, Cindy. You’re the best.”

  When I got to the conference room at 8:58 a.m. and found about a dozen people already in the room making introductions.

  “Ben! Just in time,” said Bill Stephens, one of the three partners in the room. “You’ve been working a lot on the contracts side of this deal, so you’ve interacted with our clients regularly this week. Let me introduce you to them formally.”

  I grabbed the closest empty seat around the conference table and placed my coffee, notepad, and binders on the conference table. As I looked up and stretched my hand out toward the other end of the table where the clients usually sat, my whole body became paralyzed by who was staring back at me from across the table.

  It was her!

  The one with the infinity tattoo and piercing emerald eyes. The only woman who’d ever talked back to me and rejected my advances. The one woman I couldn’t seem to get out of my head and wanted more than any other.

  She sat there looking over at me as I stared at her with what must have been a dumbstruck impression on my face. I saw a hint of am
usement in her eyes, like this was a moment she’d been waiting for.

  But why is she here?

  “Ben, I’d like to introduce you to Trent Parker, the Acting CEO of Parker, Inc., and his sister, Blair Parker, the Acting Vice President of Parker, Inc. I know you’ve been mainly dealing with Blair with the drafting of the contracts.”

  Blair? Blair Parker?

  Suddenly, it all hit me. B. Parker wasn’t a pretentious prick. B. Parker wasn’t even a fucking he! B. Parker was a she! And she was the woman I’d been chasing for my 736th notch.

  Now, this changed everything.

  CHAPTER FOUR

  “You don’t shit where you eat…you can get disbarred…” My words from the other day echoed in my head when I realized who B. Parker really was. The wind was knocked out of me as I tried to digest this new reality—a reality where my two worlds had collided in a way I’d never imagined.

  How can the woman I want the most be the one I can’t have?

  “Ben? Is there a problem?” Bill broke through my thoughts and snapped me back to reality.

  “Yeah, I’m here. Th-there’s no problem.” I cleared my throat.

  There was a brief pause. Then Bill glared at me. “Aren’t you going to introduce yourself?”

  Shit! “Yes, of course. Sorry.” I outstretched my hand to Trent. “Mr. Parker. Ben Chase. I look forward to working with you.”

  “The feeling is mutual, Mr. Chase.” Trent shook my hand with reservation as he watched me quizzically.

  Then I turned to Blair and felt a wave of nerves twist in my stomach as I offered my hand. “Ms. Parker. Ben Chase.”

  Our eyes met and she reached for my hand. The second our hands touched, I felt the pent-up desire I’d had for her unleash throughout my body, making it difficult to think. The only thing I could focus on was the deep green of her eyes as she watched me squirm in front of her.

  “It’s so great to finally get to meet you.” Her lips curled into a wide smile, and I saw her eyes twinkle, as if she were trying to challenge me. My cock twitched in my pants, as if trying to tell me something I’d already knew: I wanted her more than ever.