What I had not told Hollis was that I had nightmares every time I dared to close my eyes. I relived those moments where the thieves attempted to kidnap me over and over in my sleep. I hadn’t had a decent night sleep since…well, I blushed thinking about it. I hadn’t slept well since after Hollis and Winslow had had their way with me. Or had I had my way with them? After all, hadn’t I enjoyed it and wanted more?
I wanted more now just thinking about that night. Feeling conflicted; I grabbed my purse and walked out of the building, hoping not to run into either one of them.
I was breathing a sigh of relief when I made it out the door without a sign of the two men when I heard my boss call my name.
“Ivy? Hey, sorry. I know you’re going to lunch but Hollis wanted to speak with you regarding the newsletter format. He had a few suggestions and wanted to add some legal jargon? Do you have a minute?”
I badly wanted to tell her no. But I knew I couldn’t do that without seeming lazy and losing my job so instead I smiled like a good little employee and made my way back inside.
“He’s in the conference room,” she said when I turned to go towards our shared office space.
With a sense of foreboding, I squared my shoulders and walked into the room.
Chapter Two
I opened the door and Hollis sat there with his feet up on the conference table. He had a smug look on his face.
“You don’t actually want anything, do you?” I said closing the door firmly behind me.
He smiled devilishly and stood up. He didn’t say a word to me as he slowly approached me. His eyes scanned my body, lingering on my breasts before heading back up to my face.
He stopped within inches of me and held my eyes.
“To be clear, Ivy. I have no intention of sharing you with Winslow. Or anyone else for that matter.”
I didn’t know what to say. Something about his statement sounded more like a command. As if he was deciding my future for me. I didn’t know how I felt about that. Moreover, I didn’t get a chance to think about it, as he wrapped a possessive hand around the back of my neck and pulled me towards him.
He stroked the nape of my neck before lowering his lips down to mine. The kiss started off gentle, with his lips moving softly over mine. However, suddenly things changed and he started kissing me more deeply, letting go of my neck and instead using his hands to grab me around my waist and pull me against his obvious erection. He lowered his hands to my behind and squeezed it roughly.
I made a sound and he hushed me. “Shhh…” he said as he began to walk me backwards, until the back of my knees hit the long table behind me.
He began kissing my neck and I let him, not caring that we were in the office, that at any moment someone could walk in on us. In fact, that seemed to add to the excitement. A sexy, successful man kissing my neck, undoing my blouse all in the light of day in my workplace–I definitely wasn’t in small-town Texas anymore.
He pushed my top up and shoved my bra down, my breasts spilled out and he pushed me back so that I was now seated on the table. I stared up at him, loving the sight of him. His broad shoulders, his odd colored eyes. I was wet, waiting to see what would happen next, wanting him to continue, but knowing this was not the place or time.
Apparently, he thought differently. He brought his hand down to his sex and began to rub it and I watched his erection become even more prominent. Without him asking, I took over and my hand began to mimic his earlier motions. He felt long and warm and I couldn’t wait for him to fill me.
He bent down and slid his hands up my legs, slowly. He unbuckled my slacks and I lifted my hips up a little so that he could slide my pants down my legs. My panties went with my slacks and I sat there completely nude on bottom with my sex and breasts exposed for his viewing.
“Don’t move.” He said as he walked to the conference room door and locked it. Seconds later, he was kneeling down in front of me burying his face in between my legs, licking and sucking at my clit. Rolling his tongue up and down my sex, I felt the need to scream. And as if knowing that, he abruptly stopped and stood up.
“What? Why’d you stop?” I gasped out.
“Stand up.” He ordered.
With wobbly legs, I did as I was told. He turned me around and slid his hands across my bare behind.
“God, I love your ass. It’s so fuckable. But we’ll leave that for another time.”
His coarse words sent a chill up my spine and the next thing I knew he had me bend forward with my hands placed on the conference table. From behind, he began to finger me and I couldn’t help but moan. He placed a hand across my mouth, silencing my moans of pleasure.
I heard his zipper come down and then I felt his cock against my butt. I tilted my hips up, wanting him inside me and he responded by sliding a finger deep inside my sex. I bit down on his hand and he chuckled. He continued to finger me, roughly diving one finger and then two deep inside me. I began to buck against his hand, already coming when he removed his fingers and deftly replaced them with his cock.
He was merciless as he slammed into me, sending me flying forward with each thrust. I parted my legs to take him in deeper and reached back to gently massage his balls. He groaned and slapped my behind. The pain of it made me gasp and I realized then that I liked it. I liked Hollis to be a little rough with me.
I groaned and he leaned down and kissed my back. He trailed kisses from the base of my spine to the back of my ear and I grew wetter with every single feel of his warm mouth on my awaiting flesh.
My sex clenched around his dick, sucking him in deeper, knowing that I was only a second away from coming. He began to rub my nipples. They hardened at his touch and then when he tired of my breasts, he began to rub my clit, slowing his thrusts until I was wiggling and moaning, begging him to do me harder, faster, deeper.
Again, he tried to shush me, but I was beyond reasoning. I was about to scream his name when he smothered my mouth and smacked me hard again on my behind, “No noise.”
I wanted to protest and he smacked me again. I liked it. I think a little too much as I began to come around his cock, my inner muscles tugging and squeezing him into submission. He groaned as he thrust one last time into me, breathing heavily as he too came, burying his seed inside of me.
My orgasm seemed to last forever and I stayed in that position, butt in the air, hands gripping the conference table, legs shaking in exhaustion, slightly sore from Hollis’ delicious punishment.
When my breathing and his finally returned to normal, I was instantly aware of the smell of sex in the room.
He was still inside of me and slid out slowly. I went to straighten up and my knees gave out from under me. He caught me instantly and turned me towards him.
He kissed me again, taking his time, devouring my mouth, letting his tongue become better acquainted with the taste and feel of my mouth. Then when he was done, he helped me right my clothes. Wordlessly, he fixed my bra, and pulled my shirt back down. He then bent down and slid my panties back up my legs, before finally righting my pants as well.
“There you go. All dressed.” He said softly.
I felt suddenly shy and self-conscious. He easily read my mind. “Don’t worry. No one heard anything. I made sure of that. Although all your moaning and groaning definitely would have given us away.”
I blushed as I folded my arms across my chest and pretended to be unperturbed by his comment. “I wasn’t the only one moaning and groaning as you so eloquently put it.”
“You’re right,” he said with a boyish shrug. His eyes darkened and he rubbed my cheek, “You have no idea how good you feel. Or what you do to me. Would it be too creepy if I admit that I might just be obsessed with you? The feel of you. The way you smell.” He trailed a hand down my cheek. “And it’s for that reason that I can’t share you anymore. To me, you’re mine.”
I didn’t know what to say or how to respond. His words were borderline obsessive and full scale possessive. But I could identify with
how he felt because I felt the same way.
I wanted, no, I needed more. My body was still lusting for him, as if it needed him to function, needed him for completion. However, I couldn’t tell him that. It was too soon to feel that way, wasn’t it? I barely knew him. He barely knew me.
“I have to get back to work,” I said softly.
He nodded. Kissed me roughly again on the mouth and said nothing as he left me standing in the conference room. He didn’t turn around and didn’t bother to close the door. I watched him leave and missed him already when he disappeared from sight.
I smoothed my hands down my top and patted at my hair. My sex ached a little as I walked back to my desk and I tried to avoid making eye contact with anyone. Part of me felt that if someone looked at me too long they would notice somehow what I had been up to. I knew it was ridiculous, but I felt the whole situation was ridiculous. How had I even gotten myself tangled up in this mess? I felt like I was living the sordid life of a B-list actress or reality TV star instead of the life of a small-town girl in the big city.
The rest of my day passed uneventfully. I was starting to drift off actually when my boss finally sent me home and told me to enjoy my time off. The rest of the office was going on a team building retreat that I was not invited on. I wasn’t bitter in the least. Trust falls and trying to tackle rope courses with strangers I barely knew wasn’t my idea of a good time anyway. Not to mention that they were going on a small plane chartered by Winslow’s company. I hated small planes. I always felt a big gust of wind could easily knock them out of the sky.
I hailed a taxi and climbed into the one that stopped nearest me. I couldn’t really afford a taxi even though my internship was paying me pretty well. I had yet to find another job. I had given my boss my resignation over the phone after the incident. His injuries from the incident had been minor, yet last I heard, he was also on leave and rumored to be looking to be reassigned to a different location. My mind was so occupied lately that I hadn’t applied elsewhere. And honestly, I was dreading the idea of working retail, which was the easiest field to find a job. I had worked retail in high school to make a little extra money and it pained me to think that after earning a college degree I would have to go back to the same job I had been qualified for when I was 17. It was disheartening to say the least.
The cabbie pulled up to my building and I paid him and hoped out. I climbed the stairs to my apartment, deep in thought, wondering what I should do about the job situation. I put my key in the lock and opened the door. I could hear voices coming from the living room as I walked in. Curiously, I wondered who it could be. I’d never met any of my roommate’s friends. In fact, I didn’t even know she had friends. She was cold and pretty much a jerk…at least towards me.
I heard her giggle and a masculine voice said something in response. I turned the corner and was surprised to see my roommate sitting across the dining room table with a man whose body I instantly recognized. My roommate didn’t notice me, but this guy did. Although I had not made a sound, he instinctively turned towards me and smiled.
“Ah, Ivy. You’ve finally decided to join us.”
My pulse started to race and my skin flushed. “Winslow, what are you doing here?”
Chapter Three
He stood up and walked over to me. He moved gracefully, in full control of all his movements that were exact and purposeful. “Like I was telling your roommate, I can’t stay away from such a beautiful girl for so long. I missed you.”
“Is that right?” I said knowing that he was deliberately stroking my ego, but not caring. Winslow’s attention was very good for a girl’s self-esteem.
“I came to invite you to dinner. I have another gala to attend, this time I’m hosting it at my home and would love for you to be my date.”
I hesitated and for the first time since I met him, his confidence seemed to waver as if he wasn’t so sure that I would accept his invitation. For some reason, I found it endearing. Ultimately, that seemed to be the main difference between the two men. Hollis seemed naturally cocky and self-assured while Winslow was more introspective and difficult to read.
I found myself saying, “Sure.” I was enjoying the look on my roommate’s face too much to say no. She looked jealous and clueless at the same time as if asking herself what in the world this man saw in me. I didn’t know the answer to that question either, but I wasn’t going to dwell on it.
“When is it?”
“Tonight.”
“I guess you’ll send a car to pick me up then?” I asked, hoping that the car would not include Hollis like it had before.
“Actually, since you’re done with your shift, I figured we could spend the rest of the day together and end our evening at the gala. I get terribly bored with these events.”
“Yeah, poor you. Sucks to be rich,” my roommate cut-in bitterly with a mean little laugh.
I figured Winslow was just going to let her little comment go; instead he surprised me by saying, “I know it’s 2016 and all but being a decent human being still has its merits.”
My roommate narrowed her eyes at him and stomped to her room. I stared after her holding back a giggle.
“I guess she wasn’t too happy with your comeback.”
“She’s rude. She spent most of my time here attempting to belittle you. Of all the New Yorkers in the world, you just had to live with her?”
I shrugged, “It’s affordable.”
“Nonsense. Affordable does not mean you’re required to deal with that one. I had a grandmother like her. She made my life a living hell. The woman was impossible.”
“She has her shortcomings, that’s for sure, but she’s okay sometimes,” I said, although I wasn’t sure why I was defending her.
As if reading my mind, he said, “You’re such a good person, Ivy. You’re defending someone who pretty much just wants you to be miserable. You deserve better than this–” He gestured around my apartment.
I gulped, suddenly feeling terrible that all my hard work in college, all the times I sacrificed to study and do well hadn’t really paid off. I knew I was just starting off, but it was discouraging nonetheless and Winslow pointing it out to me didn’t exactly make me feel better.
I felt tears began to form and to my horror, one slipped down my cheek. I swiped at it, but he was already there holding my hand with a pained expression on his face as he swiped at my tear for me.
“Oh God, now I feel more pitiful than usual.”
“I must have said something wrong. I didn’t mean to offend you or hurt your feelings.”
I gulped, “You didn’t, at least not on purpose. I’m just really emotional right now and I don’t know why.”
“Because I was inconsiderate with my words,” He said frowning, regret clearly shown in his eyes.
He pushed a strand of my hair behind my ears and said, “I’m sorry. When I said you deserve better than this, I meant that literally. I have a lot more respect for your work than you give yourself credit for. In the short time you’ve been working for the organization, I’ve reviewed your work. Your talent is clear and your work is impressive.”
I blushed again. I looked down sheepishly and mumbled, “Thank you.”
“No, thank you. You’ve made a big difference already and I just want to make it clear that I have noticed and have appreciated all that you’ve done. But ultimately, you’re wasting your talent with us. That’s why I’ve arranged for you to interview with Kipp. Are you familiar with the company?”
My mouth dropped open in shock. “Of course. It’s only THE top public relations firm in the city.”
He smiled, “And I’ve spoken very highly of you to the CEO there. And she would like to meet with you.”
“I don’t know what to say. I mean…besides thank you.”
He shook his head. “Don’t thank me yet. I just got you the interview. It’s up to you to score the job.”
“Oh yeah, definitely. I get that. I just…wow…you have no idea how m
uch this means to me. It’s been a struggle–,” I couldn’t continue as I got choked up. His faith in my skills, his faith in me meant so much. I wanted to be successful. Not only to prove to myself that I could do it, but also so that my grandmother would be proud. Ultimately, it was because I wanted my parents to be proud of me. Yes, they were no longer with me, but it didn’t decrease my desire to make them proud even in the afterlife.
“Oh no you don’t, no tears,” he said taking my hand, “We have the rest of the day to enjoy. Crying is for losers.” He joked.
“I feel like that’s something Hollis would say,” I joked and then immediately felt bad for mentioning his direct competition.
Winslow though was unmoved by mention of Hollis. He laughed and said, “You’re right. I’m sure I got that saying from him. Anyway,” he said taking my hand, “Let’s go. I have a very long day planned for us.”
“Oh really?” I asked, “So you already planned everything assuming I would say yes? That’s a bit presumptuous don’t you think?” I said pretending to be annoyed.
He shrugged, “Well, I’m a presumptuous man. Now enough talk, let’s go.” He tried to maneuver me out and I stopped him and looked down at my clothes. There was nothing wrong with my clothes, besides the fact that they were a bit rumpled from my mid-day romp with Hollis. I guiltily felt the need to shower hoping that it would wash away any evidence of what had taken place on the conference room table.
I quickly came up with a plausible excuse to take a shower. “Let me get changed first. And unless you plan to buy me everything I need for the gala tonight, I should probably grab some clothes and jump in the shower.”
He shook his head, “No need. Because you’re exactly right, I’m going to buy you whatever you need.”
“No, I can’t let you do that.”
“You’re right. You can’t LET me do anything. However, I can do whatever I like. And what I would like to do is spoil you.”
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