by Jessica Wood
“We can’t…” she insisted.
“Why the hell not?” I shot back. I felt her hot breath against my face, her chest heaved in anticipation of our close proximity.
“Because I’m not interested,” she whispered flatly and turned to avoid my eyes.
“You’re a fucking liar! Do you honestly want to me to believe that you’re not interested in me when all those emails and all our interactions suggest otherwise?”
“Don’t flatter yourself,” she spat.
“I’m not. I’m just telling it like I see it. You let me seduce you at the grocery store and at the coffee shop when you knew all along who I was. You let me get you so wet with my hands in that conference room without any protest. And I’m sure you’d let me fuck you hard on that conference room table if I hadn’t left you there panting for more.”
When I looked into her deep emerald eyes, they were wild and crazed, and I knew she was turned on.
“I need you to tell me the truth for a change, Blair.” I pinned her against the wall with my body. “Just hypothetically, if you weren’t my client, and I wasn’t your lawyer, would you fuck me?”
“Please, Dean. I…” Her breaths were short as her chest heaved up and down.
“Answer me, Goddamnit! If we had no professional relationship with each other, and you saw me with that blonde tonight. Would you let me take her up to the hotel room I booked and fuck her? Or would you want me to fuck you instead?”
She gasped at my boldness, but I knew I was turning her on more and more by the second. Her body writhed against mine as she felt my erection push hard against her stomach.
“Answer me!”
“You really want to know?” she challenged.
“Yes, lay it on me.”
To my surprise, she pulled me closer to her body as she arched forward, causing me to groan in pleasure as her body rubbed against my throbbing cock. “Okay,” she leaned up to my ear and whispered. “Just hypothetically, that blonde can probably fuck you good.” She teased my earlobe with her tongue and I could fell her hot breath against my ear. “But I can fuck you better.”
My cock went hard at her words. A wicked smile spread across her lips as she pushed me away and turned to walk away.
I quickly recovered from my shock and pulled her back up against the wall. “No!”
Before she could push me away again, I pressed my mouth onto hers and tasted her sweet lips for the first time. A whimper escaped her as I began to nibble and lick her bottom lip.
She ran her nails across my back. “We can’t do this,” she begged as my finger traced the contours of her exposed collarbone. She tightened her grip on me and arched her back against my body, her breasts heaved as she pulled me closer to her.
“You’re telling me no, but your actions are all telling me yes.”
I secured her wrists above her head in a vice-like grip, causing her to gasp in surprise. I grabbed her waist and pulled her toward me, pressing the full length of my body up against her so she could feel how much I’d been ready for her. She gasped in surprise as I moved my rock-hard erection between her inner thigh. My hand moved down her body and in between her legs.
“Stop,” she whispered. “We shouldn’t be doing this.”
I knew she was conflicted, as much as I was conflicted. I knew I could lose my job if I fucked her. But at this moment, I didn’t care. I wanted her, and I would give up everything to have her. She was a thirst I had to quench.
I pushed aside her panties, exposing the heat of her pussy on my hand. “Do you really want me to stop,” I taunted her as I entered two fingers an inch inside her.
She let out a cry of pleasure as she involuntarily arched herself against me, pushing my fingers deeper inside her.
I smiled. “I didn’t think so.” I leaned down and whispered in her ear. “I’m going to keep torturing you like this, and every time you’re about to come, I’ll stop. I won’t let you come until I hear one thing.”
Instead of asking me to stop, her eyes were wild and desperate and I knew she wanted this just as much as I did. “What one thing?” she finally gasped.
“I want to hear you say you want me to fuck you tonight.”
“Please, we can’t…” she whimpered. “This is so unethical. I’m your client.”
But her body failed her again as her pussy clenched onto my fingers for dear life, begging for more.
I leaned down against her ear and whispered in a deep, hoarse voice, “Fuck ethics. We can. And we will.” My cock throbbed painfully as it hungered to be deep inside her wet, silky warmth, and I knew I couldn’t control myself any longer.
“Fuck, baby. I need you now.” I pulled down my pants and guided Blair’s hand to my cock. She gasped when she felt how hard I’d grown for her. “Now tell me what I want to hear,” I demanded as my fingers plunged deeper inside her pussy.
She cried out and nodded frantically. “Fuck me, Dean! I need you to fuck me!”
Without waiting a second longer, I took a condom out of my jeans and slipped it on me. I lifted her up against the wall, spread her legs, and plunged my entire eight inches inside of her.
She screamed out in pleasure as her pussy tightened around me, causing me to throw my head back uncontrollably as bolts of excruciating pleasure rushed through me.
“Oh God, Dean!” she cried as I slid in and out of her, deeper with each thrust. After several minutes, I felt her pussy clench and quiver around me as she lost complete control and reached the apex of her orgasm. I continued to pound deep inside of her as waves of pleasure ignited every inch of my body, and with seconds, I reached my own release.
***
After our fun in the hallway, Blair and I moved into the hotel room and fucked another two times before passing out in each other’s arms.
I woke up the next morning with her passed out in my arms. To my surprise, I wasn’t annoyed, and I had no desire to push her off of me. Instead, The warmth of her soft body was nice and inviting. As I pulled her naked body closer to mine, I smiled. I fucking smiled.
I kissed her gently on the forehead, and for the first time in as long as I cared to remember, I wondered how life would be like with another person in it. I wondered what it’d be like to have her in my life.
Just then, I remembered something Damian had said a few weeks ago. “Bro, one of these days, when you least expect it, you’re going to fall for someone hard, and the next thing you know you’ll be making her breakfast in bed.”
As much as that comment had once scared me, at this very moment, it hadn’t. Instead, I had a strong urge to make Blair breakfast in bed. Was Damian onto something? Then I realized that I’d been so alone in life that I didn’t even know the feeling of liking someone anymore. Was all these days of frustration and anxiety because I actually had feelings for this girl? Was it more than sex?
I slowly lifted Blair off my chest and got out of bed. Just as I was about to order room service for us, I received an email from Trent Parker, flagged “Urgent.”
From: Trent Parker
To: Dean Chase, Esq.
Subject: Call Requested
Flagged: URGENT
Mr. Chase,
There’s a highly-confidential and time-sensitive matter that I’d like to discuss with you over the phone. Please call me ASAP. 415-555-8129.
Trent
Trent Parker
Acting CEO
San Francisco, CA
I went to the bathroom to avoid waking Blair up and called Trent.
“This is Trent.” He picked up on the first ring.
“Hi, Mr. Parker. This is Dean Chase. I just saw your email.”
“Dean, I’m going to get straight to the point, okay?”
“Uh, sure. What is it?”
“I know, Dean.”
I heart stopped cold at his words.
“You don’t need to hide anything from me.”
“I—I’m not,” I stammered out.
“I know how you feel abou
t my sister.”
How did he know? “You do?”
“Yes. I know you hate her.”
His words took me by surprise. “Hate her?”
“Yes, I’ve read some of your email exchanges with her. I know she was condensing to you. From your emails, it’s clear that you don’t like her.”
“No, that’s not the case. Really, Mr. Parker.”
“No need to be formal with, Dean. I asked you to call me because I need your help with something.”
“What is it?”
“Well, I’m not sure why, but I could tell Blair trusts you. And that is great. But at the end of day, I’m the CEO, and I have the power to give you everything you want at your firm.”
“What are you saying, Mr. Parker?”
“Call me, Trent, please.”
I remained silent for a few seconds, unsure of what exactly he wanted. “What are you trying to get at, Trent?”
“Dean. The less you know, the better. But trust me when I say, Blair is not fit to help me run Parker, Inc. I want to bring down my sister, and I think you’re just the best man to help me with this job.”
AUTHOR’S NOTE
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Other Books
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Below is a complete list of my available books:
Emma’s Story: Book #1: A Night to Forget
Emma’s Story: Book #2: The Day to Remember
Emma’s Story Box Set
Summer Fling
Damian
The Heartbreaker – Prequel Novella to DAMIAN
Taming Damian
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Here is a list of my upcoming releases:
The Chase, Vol. 2 – June 10, 2014
The Chase, Vol. 3 – June 2014
Oblivion – Spring 2014 – Add to Goodreads
Forever Broken – Summer 2014 – Add on Goodreads
About The Author
Jessica Wood writes new adult contemporary romance.
While she has lived in countless cities throughout the U.S., her heart belongs to San Francisco. To her, there’s something seductively romantic about the Golden Gate Bridge, the steep rolling hills of the city streets, the cable cars, and the Victorian-style architecture.
Jessica loves a strong, masculine man with a witty personality. While she is headstrong and stubbornly independent, she can’t resist a man who takes control of the relationship, both outside and inside of the bedroom.
She loves to travel internationally, and tries to plan a yearly trip abroad. She also loves to cook and bake, and—to the benefit of her friends—she loves to share. She also enjoys ceramics and being creative with her hands. She has a weakness for good (maybe bad) TV shows; she’s up-to-date on over 25 current shows, and no, that wasn’t a joke.
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The one thing she wished she had more of is time.
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