by A. E. Neal
"Did you do anything fun over the weekend?" she asked.
You have no idea.
"No."
"Well," she began and Quinn instantly tuned her out. She didn't need another recap of her promiscuity over the weekend. Although she had stopped listening to Hannah's ramblings, something she said caught Quinn's attention.
"What'd you just say?" she asked Hannah cautiously.
"Cindy and the hot security guard, David, hooked up Friday night. It would've been me but—"
"No, after that. What'd you say about Mr. Beckett?"
"Oh, right. So, Cindy says she saw him with some girl last night coming out of Jay's."
"Is that right?"
"Yeah, she said the girl wasn't as pretty as the ones she's seen him with before. Said she was sorta plain looking, you know?"
"Uh-huh," Quinn said, nodding.
"Anyway, apparently they had some kind of tiff and she slapped him, got into her car and drove off, leaving him all alone on the side of the street."
"Hmm."
"And Cindy said she would've gone up to him, you know to console him or whatever, but he left in a red Lamborghini with some other chick. I told you he was a man-whore."
"You did say that."
For the love of all that was holy, Quinn wanted to squeeze more details out of her, but just couldn't bring herself to listen any longer.
"Did you get to see his office on Friday?" she asked.
"Yes."
"Well?"
"Well, what? It looks like an office, albeit a huge one, but an office all the same."
"You've gotta give me more than that. I'm dying to know every last detail. Come on, Quinn."
She was practically on her hands and knees begging Quinn for details, but she didn't want to give Hannah and her gossiping little minions anything to more to talk about, so she kept her mouth shut and pulled a file from the large stack that resided in the middle of her desk.
"I've got a lot to do today," Quinn stated, matter-of-factly.
"I'll say," she replied and that shut her up.
As the day wore on, Quinn had already gone through eleven portfolios, answered twenty-six emails and because Hannah was driving her batty, she sent her on an errand. By one-thirty, she was completely exhausted.
She knew she should've taken up Nick's offer and called in sick.
Her phone rang, snapping her out of her daydream.
"This is Quinn Langley."
"Quinn?"
"Jaysen, what are you doing?" she whispered, looking around to see if anyone was listening in.
"Have you eaten lunch yet today?"
"I thought we already went over this," she began, but he interrupted her.
"You haven't left your desk since you got in this morning. You must be starving."
Yeah, leave it up to Mr. Smokin'-Hot-Stalker to worry about whether or not she'd eaten lunch, she thought.
"I am, but I'm swamped. I can't leave."
"Where's the girl you share a cube with? Can't she help you?"
"Hannah. No, I sent her on an errand 'cause she was driving me nuts."
"You have to eat, Quinn," he scolded, sounding like her father.
"I'm fine."
"I will walk down there, blindfold and tie you up if you don't get up here right now." He wasn't kidding.
"Bossy aren't we?"
"It's not a suggestion, Quinn."
"You know, you really need to work on your people skills, Jaysen. I would have considered it if, oh I don't know, you said something like, please Quinn have lunch with me."
He laughed.
"I'm serious."
"So am I."
"So?"
"So, get your ass up to my office before I come down there and escort you myself."
"And?"
"And what?"
"Say it."
He huffed and mumbled something under his breath. He wasn't used to asking nicely and Quinn could sense his frustration.
"I'm waiting," she added.
"Please Quinn, will you come have lunch with me?"
"That's better," she said and hung up on him. That would probably get his blood boiling as he waited for her. She giggled, knowingly.
She hadn't had a clue as to where Hannah had run off to, so she jotted her a quick note and left it on her desk. She was probably just asking to be drilled and questioned until there was no tomorrow, but she didn't care, she was having lunch with Jaysen.
Hannah-
Had to bring some files to Mr. Beckett.
I'll be right back.
Quinn
Chapter 15
Unlike the previous time Quinn had visited Jaysen's office, this time she was greeted at the elevator by Will.
"Good afternoon, Miss Langley."
"Hi Will. To what do I owe the pleasure of your company?"
"Mr. Beckett asked me to escort you to his office."
"That's a first."
"There's been a security breach, but nothing that would concern you. It's just a precaution."
He slipped his access card into the card reader once they were inside the elevator and began the ascent to the fourteenth floor. Will crossed his arms over his massive chest and adjusted his ear piece.
"Can I ask you something?"
He turned to face her and suddenly she felt small standing next to his six-foot-five-inch frame. "Of course," he replied dryly.
"Are you some kind of MMA fighter or something?"
His lips curled slightly and he took a deep breath. "You could say that."
"So what's your area of expertise? I'm only asking because I was thinking I needed to brush up on my self-defense skills."
"Krav Maga mostly, but I dabble in others sometimes."
"Hmm. No wonder you're built like a brick shit house. Excuse the expression."
He let a low rumble escape from his throat and she could sense him beginning to soften up, which made her smile.
"Thank you. I think," he replied.
"Oh, it's a compliment. Trust me."
He nodded and smiled again.
They reached the fourteenth floor and the doors glided open, revealing the beautiful water wall in the foyer. Quinn followed Will through the unusually quiet open office towards Jaysen's desk.
"Good afternoon, Quinn," Lisa said as they passed.
"Hey." She waved and continued to follow Will.
The glass that encompassed Jaysen's office was normally easy to see through, but as they approached, she could see the glass was dark, almost a mirror-like effect to those looking in from the outside.
Will knocked lightly and Jaysen's familiar voice replied with, "Will? May I see you alone for a moment?"
"Please wait here, Miss Langley."
"Of course."
Quinn stood quietly outside the office as Will exchanged a few hushed words with Jaysen.
Will smiled at her as he swung the glass door open, ushering her inside Jaysen's office.
"Thank you, Will."
"My pleasure, Miss Langley. Have a nice lunch," he said, then returned to the foyer and disappeared into the elevator with Lisa.
"Hello, Quinn. Come in and sit down," Jaysen said, rising from his chair.
She wondered if what had happened between them that morning was still weighing on his mind as heavily as it was hers, but was afraid to ask. She propped her elbows on the back of the plush leather chair but remained standing. Jaysen's gaze caught hers as he clenched his jaw. His eyes were exceedingly darker than she'd seen them before, almost like chocolate silk. His eyebrows furrowed and a tiny dimple on his left cheek appeared when he gave her a half-grin.
"Sit," he commanded, but she didn't budge. "You enjoy playing these games with me, don't you?"
"You seem to have a serious problem asking nicely."
He tilted his head to the side and took a step towards her. She gripped the back of the chair and shot him a wicked smile.
Another step closer.
"Sit down, Qu
inn," he ordered, but she kept her feet firmly planted.
Another step.
"So help me, little girl, if you don't sit down now, I'm going to make you wish you had."
"Oh, please," she scoffed, rolling her eyes at him.
Another step.
He stood directly in front of her, so close in fact, she could almost taste his breath on her lips. She remained still as he traced her arm with his fingertips, from her wrist all the way up to her neck. Instantly, her cheeks ignited and her nipples strained against the fabric of her bra. She wanted him to kiss her again. He needed to feel her soft tongue against his, taste her lips and wind his fingers in her hair.
Another step.
Jaysen's hand stroked the back of her neck, lightly, causing goose bumps to cover her skin. He moved behind her and she closed her eyes as she anticipated his next move. Slowly, he wrapped his hands around her waist, inching their way up her stomach and over her breasts. He reached the first button of her blouse and undid it, then moved on to the next one. He felt her heart hammering in her chest through his fingertips and let a low growl escape from his lips.
"What do you want, Quinn?" he breathed into her neck.
She gripped the chair harder as he pressed himself against her backside. He was already hard and as his cock strained against his pants, she couldn't help but to back herself into him as she tilted her head back to meet his shoulder. He brushed a few stray hairs from her neck and leaned down, nipping the sensitive skin below her earlobe with his teeth.
"Shit," she breathed.
"Now tell me, Quinn. What exactly would you like me to do to you?"
Quinn shook her head, unable to speak, let alone describe all the filthy things she wanted him to do.
He removed her blouse, letting it fall to the floor at their feet, then tucked his fingers underneath the clasp of her bra, freeing her aching breasts. Her nipples puckered as soon as they met the cool air of the office.
She tried to turn around to face him, but he gripped her hips and held her firmly against the chair. His fingers traced the back of her bare legs, over the hem of her pencil skirt, before resting on her backside.
"Such a lovely, little girl, you are," he said as he unzipped her skirt, letting it fall to the ground around her feet. "This," he hissed as he followed the waistband of her lace boy shorts with his fingertips before sliding his hand between the fabric and her bare skin.
"Yes?" she breathed as his thumb grazed her clit.
"This is mine." His fingers were positioned at her entrance and she tried to move, but he stilled her with his free hand. "Spread your legs."
She kicked her skirt to the side and slid her feet apart. The tip of his finger swirled in her juices, coating him instantly and he hesitated, causing her to let out a cry of frustration.
"So wet. So ready for me," he growled. "Now, listen to me carefully, Quinn." She nodded. "I'm going to bend you over the back of this chair and fuck you. Hard." She nodded again. "You've defied me enough today and although I don't think you deserve to have this..." He slid two fingers inside her and she gasped. It had been so long since she'd had a connection with a guy that the sensation surprised her.
"Uh-huh," she whispered.
He rubbed her clit with his thumb while moving his fingers slowly inside of her.
"Please," she begged him, rolling her hips against his fingers.
"Oh, now she speaks up. Please what, Quinn?"
She shook her head. She couldn't tell him what she wanted, only that what he was doing felt incredible. Jaysen knew he had her right where he wanted as her movements begged him to give her a release.
"Please don't stop."
"Do you want me to fuck you now?" he asked as he rubbed his thumb in circles, tormenting her by bringing her closer to the edge, then backing away.
She nodded wildly. "Yes."
He pulled his fingers from her, turned her around and smiled wickedly. "Open your mouth," he commanded.
She licked her lips and opened her mouth. He plunged his fingers inside her mouth and she closed her eyes as she sucked them clean. "Good girl."
Quinn wanted to feel his bare skin against hers, she wanted to trace his muscles with her tongue and return the favor by wrapping her lips around his strained cock. She reached down and unbuckled his belt as he shimmied out of his jacket. Her fingers traced the outline of his hardness through his pants, before she dropped to her knees and unbuttoned them, slowly working them down over his muscled thighs. He wanted a release as much as she did, but he wouldn't give it to her. Not yet. She pulled down the waistband of his boxer briefs and his cock sprang free. She gripped it in one hand and stroked it lightly, working her thumb over his glistening tip.
His hand gripped the back of her neck, grasping it tightly before pulling her head back to look at him. His eyes were not only filled with need and desire, but what also looked like confusion.
"What's wrong?" she asked, licking her lips in anticipation.
"Are you sure this is what you want?"
"Mmmhmm."
As he released his grip on her neck, she seized the moment, gripping him harder in her fist then lowering her mouth over his length. His body stiffened as she circled him with her tongue, taking him as far as she could. He groaned again and his hands wove into her thick hair as she mimicked his movements by guiding her up and down his cock. She sensed he was close when she felt him harden even more so than before. She tried to pull away, but he kept his grip on her secure. Another low growl escaped his lips as she pumped him with one hand and drew him into her mouth, this time much faster. He couldn't hold back any longer as his orgasm came, releasing his hot seed into her mouth, coating her throat. To his surprise, she swallowed quickly and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.
"That was unexpected," he said apologetically as he pulled up his pants and buttoned them. "Stand up," he commanded and Quinn rose to her feet.
His dark gaze locked on hers again as he grasped her jaw in his large, warm hands. He leaned down and pressed his lips to hers, trailing his tongue over them as if to say, "open up."
She met his kiss with her own hot, needy one; delving deeper, tasting him. In one fluid motion, he picked her up, tucking his hands under her ass and set her on the edge of his desk.
"Now," he said, tucking his fingers into the waistband of her panties. "It's your turn."
In an instant, he was on his knees, pulling her panties over her thighs as she draped her legs over his shoulders while he moved her forward to meet his lips. He peppered her inner thighs with kisses and traced her bare entrance with his fingertips. He dipped one inside her, then another before she felt the heat of his tongue swirling against her sex. She bucked her hips to meet his draws, but he stilled her by digging his fingers into her backside. Her body trembled every time he withdrew, but he would return his assault with his magic tongue, pulling her closer and closer to an orgasm.
"Oh, Jaysen!" she cried as the waves of ecstasy washed over her. "Oh, yes. Yes!" Her hips bucked and she dug her nails into his shoulders as she came. She fell back on the top of his desk, panting. He stood before her with his unbuttoned dress shirt that barely covered his muscled torso, pants that hung low on his hips and his eyes had gone from dark chocolate, back to their familiar honey-like warmth.
For once she wasn't nervous, overly anxious, or even scared. He moved gracefully as he buttoned his shirt and buckled his belt. He knew there was still something stirring inside her and he couldn't help but to want more.
She balanced herself on her elbows and crossed her legs at her ankles, throwing him a knowing glance.
He stopped buttoning his shirt and loomed over her for a moment, before grasping her thighs, pulling her to the edge of the desk. She couldn't tear her gaze from his glorious manhood. The same part of him that she had just sucked off minutes before was erect again.
She sat up and shimmied forward, wrapping her legs around his waist, snaking her hands up the bottom of his dress shirt the
n licking her lips when she reached his waistband.
"I want you to do what you promised earlier," she said quietly.
"Is that so?"
"Mmmhmm." She nodded and waited for him to make the next move.
He rounded his desk and sat in his chair, propping his feet up.
She jutted out her bottom lip and frowned.
"Come here."
She remained on top of his desk, which was free of files, paperwork or any other hazards that might get in the way of her next advance. She rolled to her side, then on hands and knees, purring like a hungry cat as she crawled across his desk.
He wriggled a finger, motioning her forward and she did as he asked. When she reached the edge of the desk in front of him, he lowered his feet and leaned back in his chair. She took it as an invitation and crept off of the desk, sauntered forward, swaying her hips then turning on her toes, so he could catch a full glimpse at what he was about to have.
She placed a knee on either side of his lap, so she was straddling him. His necktie was loose around his neck and she made quick work of undoing before securing it around his wrists. She undid the remaining buttons on his shirt and opened it, revealing his muscular chest and stomach.
"Beautiful," she whispered as she reached into his boxers to free his cock.
"There's a condom in the top drawer," he said, his eyes never leaving hers.
He moved the chair closer and swiveled it around, so he could reach inside. He pulled the foil packet from the drawer, ripped it open and pulled the condom out.
"Here. Let me," she offered, taking it from him, then rolling it over his velvety thickness.
She positioned him at her entrance but didn't let him enter her. She wanted to savor the moment, not rush it. Quinn knew Jaysen must have practiced self-control because he sat there with her straddling him and he hadn't even moved a muscle.
"This changes everything," she whispered as she kissed his neck, then lowered herself onto him.
He growled and took her nipple between his teeth, causing her to gasp.
She slowly rocked her hips forward against him, taking his length in as far as she could. He filled her completely, her muscles contracted around him as she adjusted to his size, she was incredibly wet, but because she hadn't had sex in so long, she was incredibly tight.
