by Amy Brent
“I see someone didn’t go home to change,” she said.
“Would you like anything to drink?” I asked.
“Drinks put us in this situation. I think I might want to stay away from alcohol when I’m with you,” she said.
“Fair enough.”
I sipped on my third drink while the two of us made small talk, but the more we delved into the conversation the less willing I was to talk with her about why we needed to meet in the first place.
“We can’t do this anymore,” I blurted out.
“I know,” she said. “What we did was incredibly unprofessional and it put you in a bind with your morals. Not only that, but it made me something I never wanted to be.”
“And what is that?” I asked.
“Someone who fucks her way to the top,” she said.
“You’re hardly that,” I said, snickering.
“Not everyone will see it that way if this were to get out. We can’t let it happen again.”
I was the one that was supposed to be having this conversation with her, and yet it somehow felt she was having it with me. I don’t recall a time when a woman had ever taken the reigns with me like this. When the fuck did she turn the tables on me?
Why the fuck did I suddenly feel like the woman in this scenario?
“Fine. Then this won’t happen again,” I said.
“Rumor around the office says you’re trying to find someone to groom as another shark to stand at your side.”
“I see Mike’s been talking to some people,” I said.
“I’d like to officially put my bid in for the position. You know, since you saw me in action over the weekend.”
“Consider your bid officially placed,” I said. “And remember, this didn’t happen, nor can it happen ever again.”
“I know,” she said, winking. “I got it.”
But honestly? I wasn’t sure I did. Her playful nature and her hot-ass body called to me unlike any other woman I’d ever come across. If I was going to groom her like I wanted to, then I was going to have to spend time with her. But, if she was this alluring to me in just a shirt and jeans, then there would never be a moment when she wasn’t.
There would never be a moment when I wouldn’t wanna bend her over my fucking desk and slather my paperwork in her scent.
“Are you picking up the tab, or am I?” she asked.
“You didn’t drink. Why the hell would you pick up the tab?” I asked.
But, the smirk on her face told me she was intentionally trying to throw me for a loop. She knocked her knuckles against the table before she got up and walked away, and my eyes locked onto her swinging ass and followed her all the way across the bar.
Nope, I didn’t believe my own fucking words one bit. And part of me hoped she didn’t believe hers either.
Why the fuck did she have to be my employee?
Chapter 10
Charlie
“Charlie!”
His voice fell heavily on my ears and I felt my gut sink to my toes. I’d tried my hardest to hop on this bullshit my boss was trying to sell, but everything inside of me wanted to jump him where he stood. His tailored suit dripped off his body and hugged every single crevice I could remember feeling with my hands back in Helsinki, and his voice rang out across the bar.
Beckoning me back to him—like I wanted him to.
Even as I turned around, I told myself we couldn’t do this again. He was my boss, I was his employee, and I didn’t want him favoring me in the office. If we continued these affairs and moments now that we were back here in Miami, he’d favor me just to get in my pants. Soon, we’d move from one of our bedrooms to the supply closets at work, and push boundaries just for the thrill of it.
I know I pushed boundaries just for the adrenaline rush, and L would be no different.
Even as I spun around on my heels and sank my eyes into his from across the room, my mind screamed that this was just a one-time thing. The moment people caught wind of what we were doing, I’d be history. In order to restore normalcy, L would have to fire me. In order to restore his reputation and keep the morals he had ingrained into his company, he would have to transfer me.
In order to not seem like a hypocrite, he would have to break me.
But he looked so incredible and I could smell his cologne as he approached me from across the room. He picked up a random pink drink that was set on the bar for someone else before reaching into his pocket and mindlessly throwing a $50 bill in its place. He strode towards me, with his hardened blue eyes and strong, broad shoulders, then held the drink out for me to take just as his body heat radiated against my skin.
“Have a drink with me,” he said.
Three drinks later, a mariachi band hit the stage. I’d never been in this bar before, but the moment they struck up their music my hips were swaying to the beat. The bartender kept the pink cocktail coming while L grasped a plastic cup that had some sort of amber liquid in it, and I felt his hips behind me while I gyrated across the floor.
The trumpets were calling out and the drums rattled my ribcage. I couldn’t understand a fucking word they were singing about, but soon my hand was within L’s and the smile that graced his cheeks was so wide it closed his eyes. He twirled me around next to our table, our shoulders moving and our feet dancing, and for the first time everything from work fell into the background.
There was only me, him, the music, and our beat.
He twirled me into him before he set his drink down, then he plucked mine from between my fingers before his nose tickled my ear. I tipped my head off to the side, giving him room, as he wrapped his arms around me, interlocking our fingers while his breath danced along my neck. My God, it felt incredible to be back in his arms, and I could feel the alcohol eroding my walls while he slowly ground his hips into my ass.
“You smell divine,” he said into my skin.
“And you feel so strong,” I said.
He chuckled into my skin and it caused goosebumps to ricochet up my arms. He pulled me close to him while we swayed to the music, our hips following one another’s while we both let loose. I knew I was treading in dangerous territory. I knew that at any moment, someone would want to get away from the office and walk right into the screaming mariachi bar. They would see us, wrapped up in one another, and our entire bubble would be burst.
Our secret would be out.
I’d be the dick-sucking queen everyone already thought I was.
Just as we finished our drinks, I realized neither of us would be able to get home alright. We agreed to split a cab as we leaned on each other out of the bar, and his arm flagged one down so we could get in. He agreed to see me to my apartment complex and then he would text me whenever he got home, and that was going to be just that.
But, when we sat down next to one another, the air in the back of the cab crackled with electricity.
The sharpest knife couldn’t cut through the tension between the two of us and I saw his cock throbbing visibly underneath his pants. My nipples were hardened against my bra and I could see how taut his muscles were, so I made a bold move and slid my hand onto his thigh. He jumped at my touch, his muscle contracting underneath the feeling of my warm hand.
And as I turned my head to look at him, he turned his gaze to look into my eyes.
He threw himself at my body, tackling me in the cab as his lips latched onto mine. My free hand flew to his hair while the other was trapped underneath his body, and our tongues danced like fire lapping at the heels of a kerosene can. He was panting against my body, breathing me in while his tongue raked along the insides of my cheeks, and my teeth clattered against his while his hands made their way up my shirt.
“Fuck, Charlie,” he said, groaning. “You taste so good.”
His voice melted whatever small piece of the wall remained and I laid my teeth into his neck. I felt his pulse point underneath my tongue, beating rapidly while his cock pressed against my leg. He shifted so he was between my legs, fre
eing my hand so it could claw at his back, and my lips kissed down his neck as I nipped at every available piece of skin he had to offer.
“Fuck,” he said.
I felt his hand slide up my shirt and palm my clothed breast. He wanted access to what I had given him before. He wanted to feel my tit in his hand and suckle it with his lips, and just the remembrance of how his warm tongue felt on my nipple caused me to spill into my jeans.
Holy fuck, how wild it would drive him when he realized I wasn’t wearing underwear.
The cab came to a stop and he threw his door open wildly. He ripped me into an upright position before pulling me out of the cab, and we both stumbled up the steps to my complex before I got us buzzed in. He slammed me into the wall of the elevator, his lips attacking my chest as he pulled my shirt down. I heard something rip behind me, busting me at the seams before I felt my tits fall forward in freedom, and that’s when I realized he had popped my bra completely off my body.
I giggled as his lips attacked my skin, and when the elevator doors opened I tugged him to my door. My fingers trembled as I tried to get my key into the lock, but all he did was take it from me and open my door himself.
“That’s a bit better,” he said.
“Would you like to come in?” I asked, fluttering my gaze up to him.
“Oh, I would definitely like to come,” he said, growling.
He pushed me into my apartment before his leg darted out and kicked the door closed. He spun me around, giving me a moment to lock the door, but by the time I could gather myself he was already ripping my jeans down my legs. My pussy came into view, glistening for his viewing pleasure as I heard him drop to his knees, and a devilish chuckle peeled from between his lips when he realized the surprise I had underneath my pants.
“Oh, you naughty fucking woman,” he said.
He parted my legs before he dove into my depths, pinning me to the wall as his tongue licked my slit. He tweaked my clit just right, pressing and swirling and flicking its tip. I jumped with every stroke as I swung a leg over his shoulder for leverage, and it gave him just enough of an angle to slip one of his fingers deep into my pussy.
“Oh, shit,” I said breathlessly. “Fucking eat that pussy.”
“Oh, I plan on it,” he said.
He dove back in, slurping me up and licking every single wall my pussy had. His finger crooked right up against that spot his dick rubbed so perfectly, and my drunken haze helped me to unravel right there against my door for him. My body twitched and shook, my pussy walls clamping down around his finger, and suddenly I was cumming right into his hand while my juices dripped into his palm.
“Yes! Yes! Holy fuck, L!”
I slowly slid down the door when he released my clit with a pop, and I sunk to my knees as I tried to catch my breath. This man knew how to press every single solitary button I adored, and I knew nothing I would be able to say to myself rationally would ever keep me away from him. Whenever he would crook his finger, I would be there just for him.
And hell be damned the fucking rules of the office.
“Open wide,” he said.
I looked up and saw his massive cock sitting at my lips and I threw myself onto it. I opened my mouth and took all of him I could before I wrapped my hand around his base. The way his hands wrapped themselves into my hair made me moan around his dick, and it twitched in delight while I wound my free arm around his thigh.
“God, your mouth is so warm, just like I thought it would be. I’ve been thinking about it all day,” he said.
Holy shit, he’d been thinking of me. My body warmed at the idea that this big, bad, powerful man was thinking of my lips around his dick while he worked. He had just scored the biggest financial weekend of his career, and he was thinking about me guzzling his dick down. He was thinking about me drinking his cum and digging my fingernails into his thigh and sucking him off until his balls curled up into his body.
And that’s exactly what I would give him while I was down on my knees.
I dug my fingernails into the back of his thigh and he hissed in excitement. His hips started at a furious pace, making the tip of his cock touch the back of my throat. My eyes flickered up to him as tears streamed down my face, juggling the act of suppressing my gag reflex and breathing while his thrusts pounded my face.
“Just like I imagined,” he said with a whisper. “Holy fuck, Charlie.”
I hollowed out my cheeks and squeezed the base of his dick. His legs began to tremble and I heard his hand thud against the wall, and that was my cue. His body was giving out and I saw his balls pull up into his body, and his dick shivered with its orgasm as my hands planted onto his ass cheeks. I dug my nails in, pulling him as deep as I could take him. I wanted to feel him against my throat while his dick twitched on my tongue. I wanted to watch this powerful billionaire unravel at the command of my mouth.
And when his warm cum flooded my tongue and slid down the back of my throat, the tears streaming down my face didn’t matter. The makeup running down my skin didn’t matter. The syncing of my breaths and my swallowing didn’t matter.
All that mattered was the look of utter lust that passed across his face before he leaned his forehead against the door and heaved for air.
I slowly slid his cock from my mouth and found it still hard even as it passed through my lips. I leaned my head against the door and closed my eyes, swallowing the last of him down my throat before I sighed with content. I’d taken the professional businessman to his knees, and the power that coursed through my veins lit my soul on fire.
But when I felt his arms snake under mine to pull me to my feet, I didn’t expect to see the softness behind his eyes as his thumb wiped away the wet makeup trailing down my cheek.
Chapter 11
Ellison
Wiping the makeup off her cheeks with my thumbs, while I studied her gaze. This powerful woman—with the spunk I adored, the knowledge I needed, and the tenacity that reminded me of myself—had dropped to her knees and choked herself on my cock just to bring me pleasure. No other woman had been so willing to please me with so little in return, and I looked at her in a new light before I slipped my other hand into hers.
Pulling her over to the couch, I pushed her down onto it, then slid between her legs and plunged into the depths of her pussy.
I couldn’t get enough of her body, even as she jumped with every thrust. Our bodies were still half-covered, yet it felt like we were baring our lives to one another in ways that had never happened before. I looked down and watched her thick pussy lips gobble my cock down into her body. As I slid out and saw her juices covering my cock, the slick silk dripping off my skin, I recognized a daunting reality.
In that moment, I realized I wanted to stay inside of her forever.
Grabbing her hips, I raised them to me while my knees were planted firmly into the couch. Her body bucked and her legs clenched around me, and her pussy massaged my cock in just the right ways. Her face was flushed with a beautiful tint of red that matched her beaten pussy folds, and the words that dripped from her mouth were nothing short of lustful.
“Holy fuck, L. Shit, your dick is wonderful. It fills me so—so good.”
I released her legs and dropped down, catching those dirty lips between mine. Her mouth tasted like my cock while her juices flooded my balls, and all I could do was ram my body into hers. I could feel her walls expanding around me, filling themselves with their want before I threw her body over the edge. I wanted her to quake around me. I wanted her body to be so wracked with pleasure that she couldn’t speak.
And when I watched her jaw unhinge in silent delight while her pussy milked my dick, I knew that’s exactly what I had accomplished.
“That’s it, Charlie. Cum for me. Cum all over my cock.”
I kept slowly thrusting into her, riding her through her orgasm while she gasped for air. I nipped at her neck and chest while her hands clawed at the suit coat on my back, feeling her skin dent to my every bite while her
body shook underneath me.
And that’s when it hit me.
I didn’t know if I could give up the interoffice romance I’d started.
I watched her as she panted for air in her vulnerable state. I pressed light kisses all along her cheeks and lips, feeling her smile into me whenever my mouth would tickle her skin. I grabbed a blanket off the back of her couch and held her close to me while I covered our bodies, and I couldn’t help but hold her close while the alcohol slowly wore off.
My intoxicated haze might be lifting, but I was still intoxicated by her. Every scent that fluttered around my head kept me hooked to her. Her perfume, her cum, the smell of our sex, the sweat in the air— all of it combined to create a residual high I was riding while her fierce green eyes softened every time she flickered them my way.
“Ah, so you’re staying this time,” she said.
I felt a pang of guilt hit me straight in the chest and I knew I was about to make the biggest mistake of my career. Leaving her that night in Helsinki was a bullshit move, but the one I was about to make could potentially devastate my image along with the company I’d worked so hard to build.
“I don’t want to stop seeing you, Charlie,” I said.
“My pussy just that good, L?” she asked, smirking. “Because at the bar, you seemed pretty dead set on it.”
