by Alexis Angel
“I don’t know about that, Ms. Connor,” he says. “I can’t make any kind of a deal with you until I talk it over with the board of my company. This is a big and important purchase, you’ll understand…”
Will slides his cock in and out of me in a rapid rhythm.
“More. MORE!” I moan. I can’t help myself.
“Ms. Connor, more what?” the poor man on the other end of the phone asks.
He has no idea what’s going on. And I’m sure as hell not about to tell him.
“Uh, more time. I thought you were the CEO of your company. Don’t you make these decisions? A man like you must know how to make things happen, Mr. Paxton,” I say.
“Well, yes, I’m the CEO, but…”
“Oh my god. Give it to me!”
Will hasn’t stopped moving his cock in and out of me. And I’m about to have the biggest orgasm I’ve ever had in my life.
“I…you’re a very forceful woman, Ms. Connor. I’m not sure…”
He had no fucking idea what I really meant. I intend to keep it that way.
“That’s right,” I moan, and I’m not even sure who I’m talking to at this point—Paxton, or Will. “Just like that. Make it happen—make it fucking happen!”
Just like I thought I would, I had the biggest orgasm of my life…followed by several little ones. Never have I ever felt like this before. No man has ever satisfied me like Will Ambrose just did.
At the same time, Will slings cum from his cock all over my stomach, my breasts, my desk—everywhere.
He smiles down at me. “That was the best fuck I’ve ever had!”
I can only hope Mr. Paxton didn’t hear Will say that. My hands are still tied with the phone cord, the phone still cradled in my neck.
“What did you just say, Ms. Connor?” Mr. Paxton asks.
“Nothing. I didn’t say anything.” I motion at Will to untie me so I can hold the phone with my hand.
He doesn’t take the hint, though.
“It sure sounded like someone’s in the room with you and said something. I heard a man’s voice,” Mr. Paxton says. “Is there something funny going on here?”
“So what do you say to that purchase?” I attempt to get the conversation back on track.
“I…I already told you that I need to speak with my board, Ms. Connor.”
“I have other companies who are interested, so I’ll need an answer from you by the end of the day.”
I watch Will walk away from me and grab some paper towels from a stack on the counter.
He cleans off his cock.
“What do you say, Mr. Paxton?” I ask.
Will stands next to me. He swings his hips, and I see his cock wiggling around.
The other end’s silent. I’m sure he’s hung up on me.
“Well…you know what, let’s do it. You drive a hard bargain, Ms. Connor, but you’ve got yourself a deal,” Mr. Paxton says.
“That’s great. I appreciate your business,” I say. “I’ll have the paperwork done and sent to you by the end of the day.”
“Sounds…good. Very good. Very…”
The other end goes dead.
“Are you impressed yet?” I tell Will.
“You fucking bet I am,” Will adds, laughing.
William
I watch Kat’s throat as she tips her head back, swallowing half a bottle of sake.
It’s her third.
She surprises me constantly. I thought I’d do the gentlemanly thing and take her out to my favorite sushi bar. I never thought she would share my passion for wasabi and sake.
The food’s top-notch as usual, and we’re right under the action at the bar with hot pieces of meat flying out to land miraculously on plates left right and center.
The theater, the food—they usually distract and amp me up. But tonight, I’m more fascinated by those gulps of Kat’s hungry lips and her thirsty tongue.
All the other quick fucks I’ve had just disappear the moment I walk out the door, but this time it’s like my skin’s remembering her touch.
I have to stop thinking this way; otherwise, I’m going to bulge right out of my pants.
Wouldn’t be the first time at this very bar, too.
Still, I need to play this cool. This woman’s a fucking shark.
She slams the bottle down on the counter and nips up a salmon roll with her sticks—fuck, can she use them—and flips it into her mouth. She gives me a side glance and a hint of a girly grin as she struggles to get her mouth around the meat.
Well, that’s it. My boner’s poking high out of my pants, and there’s no help for it.
I clear my throat and stab up a few morsels for myself, gulping some sake. I’m not good at this self-examination shit.
I like life to be simple.
Money, booze, pussy. Repeat, in a different order with slight variations.
Having emotional stirrings and personal uncertainty isn’t on my list of things to do. As much as I hate this feeling, I hate that I’m trying to think of something smart to say even more.
She’s starting to look at me—early conversation was easy, about the food and the bar—but now I’ve got to engage her.
I honestly don’t know how to do that without my cock.
“Look at them.”
Kat gestures across the room. There’s an elderly couple sharing a platter, gazing into each other’s eyes like newlyweds and feeding each other.
“Cute,” I say.
Maybe it is.
I don’t give a literal fuck. I’m rich. I’m not getting old.
“How is it, do you think? Have they struggled all this time? Have they settled and made their peace with it? I don’t get it. I seriously don’t. No matter how they got there, it would’ve been constant sacrifice. Compromise. I’m not into that. I can’t do it…that’s kind of why I gave up on love,” she admits, blushing just a touch.
It might just be the wasabi.
“That means you must’ve believed in it at some point then,” I pry.
I’m going to need something harder than sake, I think.
“Oh, you know.”
Kat tosses that dark stormy hair, her eyes glinting golden flecks in the light.
“All little girls play the game. The difference is, all those girls are still playing, and I’m not.”
She gives me a hard, steady stare.
Shit, she’s fucking sound after all that sake. It’s almost scary how intense she is.
“I’m not in love with you, Will. I don’t plan to be in love, ever.”
“Good thing we’re just having fun then?” I reply.
I grin as I sip some more sake, trying to ignore the throbbing of my cock. It had settled down, but it perks back up the second I mention “fun.”
“And you have a mail-order husband now, so you don’t need to worry about love. That’s what these deals are made for. Fucking on demand, a nice eye candy for a big event. Anything you please, whenever you want it.”
I want to touch her…to just casually stroke her knee and squeeze her arm.
I just want to touch her.
She laughs. “It does sound like a nice deal! I always have my sister for emotional support. It’s only the dick I have to order out for.”
I laugh easily.
“Yeah, well, my sister isn’t big on the emotional support part. None of my family is, really. But I wouldn’t be here at all with you if it wasn’t for Sarah. See, I had this bet with her…it was fucking impossible. I had this ditz of a caddie, you know, the cheap type who can’t manage her own tits, and I was getting drunk, so I wanted to try hitting the ball off her ass.”
Kat’s girlish giggles escape as a big cackle. She puts a hand over her mouth.
“Fuck no! You did not.”
“Yes, I fucking did. I was considering getting creative with the balls…but then I thought slapping her around the ass with an iron might be more fun.”
Kat was giggling upon giggling.
“So I�
��m all set up to shoot, and my sister comes along and starts chewing me out. Says I’m never going to meet a respectable woman. Well, fuck, who said I was even looking!”
Kat bursts out into a huge cackle, and I’m laughing my guts out, too. The sake loosened us up, but the laugh’s letting us go.
I’m feeling like I can be myself and not hide. It’s a nice feeling.
I’m not sure I’ve ever had it before.
“So,” I continue, taking another roll from the platter, “she says she’s going to hit a hole-in-one off the caddie’s ass. I say it’s impossible. I mean, I wasn’t even going to try for the green! Why wouldn’t I take the bet, seriously? I thought I couldn’t lose. She says I have to be a mail-order husband if I lose…I was pretty sure such a thing didn’t exist, anyway. Well, if it doesn’t blow my brain cells out like good whiskey when she makes the fucking shot. She’s got to be a witch or something.”
Kat’s rolling a chopstick against her bottom lip, licking up soy sauce. As her tongue creeps over the edge of her mouth, I completely lose my train of thought.
“But,” she says, “you ended up with me soon after. So I guess it wasn’t a loss after all.”
I grin at her, and I touch her leg and gently squeeze her thigh.
“Not a loss at all.”
Kat does a quick look around. I’ve seen her do this at work. Her eyes go to the surroundings, desk, then to the clock.
“I better get moving. It’s going to be a long one tomorrow. I suppose I should let you off husband duties for the night since you bought dinner.”
I reach out and grip her hand, waiting for her to turn to me.
We pull close together, sinking into each other’s gaze.
“No fucking way. I’ve got manly duties to perform. And if it’s going to be a long day, you need your husband to take all that stress out of you.”
She slips down from the stool, winking up at me as those sexy pink heels click to the floor.
“What’re we waiting for then?”
Katrina
This morning, I woke up in his arms.
But now, I’ve been in the office for merely a few minutes, and the phones are going fucking bananas. It’s not even 8 a.m. yet.
Normally I can’t wait to get into the office…but with Will in my bed, even I can admit that it was a struggle this morning.
But this job…I love this fucking job. For the first time in my life, I can really flex my steel and be myself. I kicked ass all the way up the corporate ladder, and I never once backed down. And now I’m here, the pace doesn’t slow down—fuck no.
It hits high gear.
For a couple of seconds, the phone is silent and the memory of Will sleeping comes up in my mind.
Waking up in his arms and breathing in that clean man scent first thing in the morning was divine. He sleeps deep, so untangling myself wasn’t difficult, and I found myself staring at him.
Awake, he’s a non-stop cock. Dick doesn’t even start to describe it, because his dick is at least worth two average dicks. Maybe more.
But sleeping…I don’t know. He looked kind of sweet.
Tousled hair and sweet dark eyelashes falling against his cheeks. Without those icy wolf eyes and quick shit-eating grin, I could almost think he was innocent.
I’m glad the phone rings again as I have a laugh at myself.
Fix your fucking perception, girl. See things as they really are, not how you want them to be.
Not long after 9 a.m., two dozen roses come waltzing in, all white and pink. The deliveryman gets all ‘wink, wink’ with me, but I laugh it off.
“It’s probably just a client.” I take the card to check after signing the board.
It’s from Mr. Paxton, a short note to let me know yesterday afternoon his profit margin tripled, and if I hadn’t convinced him to keep his account here, he would’ve missed out.
This makes me feel fierce, really puts the fire in my belly.
I work straight two hours without noticing the time and would keep going—if I hadn’t been interrupted by another delivery boy.
I stride up from the desk feeling a bit pissed now. I’m not a fucking princess in a tower waiting around to be rescued. I don’t have time for this shit.
These roses are all red, the darkest most intense red I’ve ever seen. I pick out the card, and my heart stops in my chest as I catch the words.
To show my appreciation—my wife fucking deserves it.
-Will
Everything seems to stop now, like there’s silence all around me. I look at all the roses starting to gather, and for a moment, I can’t think.
His wife.
I know he’s joking, but still…
I’m just too fucking lucky. The big office, the stupidly rich clients, kick ass apartment…and a field of fucking roses in my giant office.
I don’t think I’ve ever been satisfied this way before, and I’m honest enough with myself to know, the sex is a huge part of that.
Phew. I need coffee.
My mind is wandering all over the fucking place.
I walk swiftly out towards the coffee machine, dropping a note to the secretary to contact billing on behalf of the Paxton account. If he tripled his margins, we need to increase the fees.
The coffee room is blissfully empty, and I grab a muffin and a very strong coffee. I eat standing up, pacing a little.
I’ve been sitting for the last few hours, and maybe with a little food, caffeine, and blood flow, I’ll be able to stop thinking about how vulnerable Will looks when he’s asleep, with those wolf-like eyes covered by sweet dark lashes.
Stop it, Kat! Fuck!
I jump as the door darkens and almost spill my coffee.
“Oh, here you are, Kat,” Sarah announces, all smiles as she walks into the room. She’s a cold one—I don’t think any expression on her face is ever real.
Eyes and smiles are all carefully calculated. It’s a trait I admire.
I remember thinking in the interview that if I can be half as good as that, I’m golden.
“Are you here to congratulate me on the Paxton account?”
She makes coffee for herself, licking the spoon deftly as she crosses the room to stand next to me.
“Maybe I should be. But that’s not why I’m here, though. I just want to check in, see that everything’s going well. It was a tough decision for a new CEO here; I know I made the right choice. I just want to see how you’re feeling. I know your work is good, the profit margins show that!”
She laughs, inviting me to warm up to her.
I’m not sure I want to give in. She’s Will’s sister. She’s still kind of my boss.
There’s something very dishonest about her right now, even while she is smiling and giving me big puppy sympathetic eyes.
“Yeah, I’m good,” I say, looking at my coffee like it’s something special. “It’s been a good start today—that’s why I like the work. I don’t have to think or feel.”
“How’s Will today? Have you seen him? I saw the roses in your office.”
I get that icy twist in my gut that has never failed me. Step carefully, it says.
I look her right in the face, and there it is, plain as day, behind her warm smile, her eyes are calculating.
She doesn’t give a fuck how I feel. Her plan was for me to run the company, and then she could fuck Will off and make more money while she quietly swept him and his boyish tactics under the rug.
“I saw him this morning. He’s not coming to work.”
“Ha!” she exclaims. She throws her head back, rolls her eyes, then steps close to me, conspirator-like. “That’s a first.”
“You sound impressed.”
“Look honey—I just want you to know Will has a reputation. When it comes to women, his attention span isn’t as long as his cock. I admit I put him up to that bet, but I was hoping some older baroness or duchess would buy him and get him out of my hair for a few months while he gallivanted her foreign fields and fucked
her maids. Will needs a break—and I thought this would give him one. I never thought a real woman would be interested in him…”
She trails off, not looking at me, and I think the bitch just put me down so slyly I don’t have a comeback.
“Thanks for the advice,” I say.
My voice comes out deep and smooth as I straighten myself up and put my empty cup down on the counter.
I didn’t get here by faking this fucking game. I knew in the interview I was going to have to have confrontation with her sooner or later.
“I thank you for thinking of my emotional welfare,” I assure her, grinning sweetly. “But it’s totally under control. Just like the company. Make yourself busy by all means, or have another coffee. You did hire me to run your company…and your brother, apparently. I can assure you—I have both completely handled.”
A little shot of my own, if she wants to imply I’m stupid.
She fucking hired me. That sword cuts both ways.
In the short walk back to my office, I feel lost. There’s a deep sinking inside and so much doubt. It’s not something I’m used to feeling.
I haven’t spoken to Will all day. Not since last night’s sex, actually.
Maybe I’ll call him, just to hear the tone in his voice. He looked at me last night in a different way, but what the fuck do I know, really?
I’m not a fucking wallflower. I’m going to call him and straighten this shit out.
As I sit down, the phone rings. I see the calls piling up as the little lights keep coming on and flickering at me.
I’m too busy to call him.
I love this work, and I throw myself into it, trying not to think about the growing worry inside that is making me frown at my beautiful roses.
William
The streets are getting dark and shadowy as the afternoon sun starts to angle between the buildings, and I’m pounding the pavement like a deranged cop.
This was my goal. Get out of work, pile it all on some unsuspecting CEO, and live the fucking high life. What’s high about wandering the streets mid-afternoon?
Fuck all this.
I’m not one of those dreamy, creative types I see, who’re gazing at everything wide-eyed as they sway through life.
