by Sienna Parks
I’m dressed in a classic black dress and jacket. Xander steps out of his walk-in closet dressed in a very sexy grey suit - it’s been a while since I’ve seen him in a suit. I’d forgotten just how good he makes them look. GQ - eat your heart out.
“Do we have to go to work, sweets? You look too edible to share with the rest of the world.” He strides toward me with hunger in his eyes. “I can work from home 90% of the time and you should be writing your novel full-time.” I can see the merit in his idea. Having him all to myself and naked for most of the day would be fantastic, but I’d never get any work done! He cradles my face, his mouth finding mine, his tongue licking at my bottom lip igniting a familiar fire in my belly.
“We need to go before you distract me too much. I can’t be late on my first day.” He gives me the most adorable puppy-dog eyes and pout before planting a quick kiss on my lips and dragging me from the bedroom.
David is ready and waiting to take us to our respective offices and I’m a little nervous as we sit in the back of the town car. When we pull up outside my new office on West 38th Street, my stomach is churning. He pulls my chin round so I’m staring into the depths of his ice-blue eyes before he speaks.
“You are going to be great. You’re perfect for this job, and remember the reason you wanted to do it in the first place. This is about making contacts for your own novel when it’s written. Eyes on the prize. You are an amazing person and everyone here is lucky to get the chance to work with you.”
He kisses the tip of my nose.
“You can call me anytime and I’ll be back to pick you up at 5.30 p.m. Okay?” I snuggle in to take one last long sniff of his addictive scent before getting out of the car and heading into the building.
I needn’t have worried. Everyone has been so warm and welcoming. No one has probed me about why I was starting work seven weeks later than scheduled. I’ve had a great first day, sitting in on meetings, getting a feel for the place, introducing myself to new colleagues, and getting my first assignment.
I’ve been given a paranormal thriller trilogy to read and review. The third in the trilogy has just been released and it’s taking the book world by storm. I’ve downloaded them onto my kindle and have already carried out some initial research on the author.
Xander will be happy to hear that I don’t even need to be in the office most of the time. I’m required to attend the Monday morning meeting to get my assignment and find out what’s happening with the rest of the magazine, and on Fridays to upload and submit my work. During the week I can work from the apartment, reading books and emailing the editor proofs of my review.
Throughout the day Xander sends me little texts of encouragement.
10:30 a.m.
Mr. P: Love you, sweets. The next chapter starts today. X
2:00 p.m.
Mr. P: How’s my favorite blogger/author getting on? X
Me: Great! Can’t wait to tell you all about it. Love you X
5:00 p.m.
Mr. P: I’m coming to get you, Miss Tate. I hope you’re ready for me. X
That last one has me squirming in my seat. I make a start on packing up everything I need for the week and shutting my desktop computer down before he arrives. A few of my new colleagues come over to my desk before leaving for the night to ask how my day has been. It’s great to be part of something again, but at the same time the flexibility to work from home.
I step out of the elevator at exactly 5:30 p.m. to see him standing in the lobby, the top button of his shirt undone, showing a smattering of deliciously dark chest hair just below his collar. I feel like I haven’t seen him in days.
On the ride home I tell him all about my new job. He is more than a little excited at the prospect of me working from home three days a week.
“Oh baby, I love your new job. I hope you know we have naked Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday here at the penthouse.” He wiggles his eyebrows at me with a devious grin.
“I’m never going to get anything done around you, am I?”
“You are going to get plenty done… to… you.”
My days at home this week have been amazing. Xander has been working from home, too, and made space in his rather large study for me so that we can work together. He wasn’t wrong when he said it was a requirement to work naked in the penthouse. I think we spent about 50% of our time working each other into a naked frenzy!
The rest of my time was spent immersed in books - laughing, crying, shouting at the characters, and loving every second of it. It’s so exciting discovering new authors; I still can’t believe this is my job.
Xander spends his time working and laughing at my plethora of emotions as I read. His phone rings non-stop throughout the day. I don’t know how he stays sane. Everyone wants a piece of him… every minute of every day. I guess it comes with the territory when you’re as successful as he is.
When I’m finished and ready for the office on Friday, I decide to take some time to myself and go for a walk in Central Park. Xander offers to come, but I know he has a million things to do because he’s been choosing to spend time with me when he should be working. I convince him that I’ll be fine if he wants to go into the office for a few hours. He finally agrees and grabs some papers he’ll need while I run to the bedroom for something and slip it in my pocket. He walks me down to the lobby before we part ways, with a plan to meet at his offices and go for dinner at 8 p.m.
It’s a beautiful day, and as I wander round the park, I breathe in the sights and sounds, letting them wash over me. There was a time not too long ago, when I didn’t think I would be here. It changed my perspective on life and love, in a profound and meaningful way.
I don’t take my time with Xander for granted. I never really grasped that when my father died. I was so focused on my own grief, I didn’t see that he gave up his life to let me have a chance to live mine. I owe it to him to make something of myself. It really hit home for me when I thought I wouldn’t have the chance to make him proud.
I find a quiet spot in the park and make myself comfortable on the grass before reaching into my pocket – it’s Xander’s final letter to me when I was missing.
The last time I read one of these, it destroyed me to think of what we were both going through at the time. Maybe being out in public will help me hold it together. Or… maybe I’ll be a blubbering mess in front of everyone in the park.
I take a few deep breaths before reading the eloquent penmanship of the man I love.
Monday
To my sweet Lily,
I was really hoping to have heard from you by now. You need to let me explain what happened and make it right. I’ve given you all the time I can. If I don’t hear from you today, I’m coming to see you tomorrow. I can’t wait any longer.
I know you’re upset, but I can’t let you throw away what we have. I WON’T let you. You are the best thing that has ever happened to me.
As my words don’t seem to be getting through to you, I thought I would borrow some inspiration from the literature that you love. I decided Charlotte Brontë says it best in Jane Eyre. I’m paraphrasing, but bear with me.
I’m asking you to be by my side; to be the better half of me. I want you to be mine, and only mine, baby. You’re my equal and I offer you my heart. I want to share my life with you, Lily.
I know if you look beyond the hurt you’re feeling right now, you will know in your heart how much I love you.
I’m going to deal with Natalie’s lies and deceit, but not until I have you back. You are the ONLY person that matters to me.
You are my heart, and I will always put you first. Please, Lily… call me. I need to hear your voice.
Yours always,
Xander x
Gary Go – Black and White Days
I’m struggling to contain the lump in my throat. Xander is everything I need and want. He can be so incredibly sweet and emotional, and yet he is also the strong, confident Xander that I love. He seems to sense when these sides o
f his personality are required, and gives me exactly what I need.
It’s only six o’clock, but I have to go to him. I type out a quick text.
Me: Can I come to your office for a minute? X
Two seconds later my phone beeps.
Mr. P: Sure. Everything okay? X
Me: Everything is fine. See you in 5. X
As soon as I reach his building a sense of calm washes over me. The security guards have been informed that I’m coming, so I’m ushered straight through and make my way to the elevators. When the doors open, he’s standing in the reception area waiting for me.
“Are you okay?”
I take his hand in mine and whisper in his ear. “Take me to your office.” He searches my face for any sign that I’m upset, but I smile back at him, so touched by his beautiful letter.
I’m glad Xander’s office is private with large wooden doors and frosted glass so that the open-plan office outside of his can’t see in. As soon as the door closes behind us I throw myself into his arms, capturing his face in my hands; his scruff tickling my palms as I draw his mouth to mine. He doesn’t stop to ask questions, he simply pours everything he has into this kiss. Locking the door, he lifts me off my feet, crushing me to his chest.
“Wrap your legs around me.” I do as he asks, digging my heels into his perfectly toned ass as he walks us over to his desk.
He sets me down before pulling at my T-shirt, our lips parting only long enough for him to rip it over my head and throw it on the floor. His fingers make short work of my bra, pulling my hands from his hair to slide my straps off.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful.” I lean back on my elbows, his papers underneath me as his lips move down to my breasts. A moan of sheer bliss escapes me. “You need to be quiet, Miss Tate. I really don’t want my employees to hear how fucking sexy you sound when you’re screaming my name.” His eyes lift to meet mine. “Can you be a good girl and stay quiet for me?” I nod, biting my lip as a wave of pleasure ripples through my body. “Good, then let’s get rid of these jeans, shall we?” He runs his fingertips down my chest, over my stomach and stops at my waist. He quickly removes my shoes.
“Hold onto the desk, Miss Tate.”
I grip the edge as he savagely tugs my jeans down my legs and off, discarding them alongside my T-shirt. It’s a thrill to be almost naked in Xander’s office, hundreds of people on the other side of the door, oblivious to what we’re doing. He hooks his fingers under my panties on either side before dipping his nose down to nuzzle my pussy. “You are so fucking wet. Something turning you on?” A fire ignites inside me at his brazen behavior.
“You, Mr. Rhodes… you’re turning me on.” With a sly grin he bites his bottom lip and it’s so unbelievably sexy, I can feel myself getting wetter.
“Fuck... Lily. The heat coming off your tight little pussy right now is intoxicating. Shall I show you what that does to me?”
“Yes.”
“Yes, who?” Holy shit this is hot.
“Yes… Mr. Rhodes.”
He slowly removes my panties, tucking them in his pocket before loosening his belt, and unzipping his pants. I can barely breathe with the anticipation of seeing his beautiful cock, hard and ready for me.
His hand disappears under the waistband of his boxer shorts before lowering them just enough for his raging erection to spring free. I want so badly to drop to my knees in front of him and take him into my mouth. His cock is so big; steel encased in velvet soft skin; tight, long, thick and rock-hard, just for me. “I want to fuck you with my mouth.” He strokes himself, his eyes locked on mine, molten blue on emerald green.
“You want this in that pretty little mouth of yours, Miss Tate?”
I’m so turned on, my reply is nothing more than a breathy whisper. “Yes.”
He pushes my legs apart as far as they will go before kneeling down in front of me.
“You’ll have to wait. Right now I’m going to eat this delicious pussy of yours and make you writhe on my face until you can’t stand it anymore.”
He sucks my clit into his warm mouth, the scruff of his chin scraping against my folds, creating a myriad of sensations that blow my mind. I don’t even realize I’m panting Xander’s name until he stops dead.
“Now, Miss Tate. I told you to be quiet. I’m not sharing the sound of your orgasm with anyone.” He licks the length of my folds. “Understood?”
“Mmm.” I sink my teeth into my arm to stop myself from screaming his name.
His hands hold firm at the apex of my thighs, his fingers spreading my folds, his tongue delving deeper. He’s fucking my pussy with his mouth, thrusting in and out, driving me higher and higher towards my release.
“You taste so good, baby. I can’t get enough of your perfect pussy.” His tongue descends on my clit, circling and flicking, lavishing it with open-mouthed kisses as he slips his fingers inside me. Holy fuck!
My hips writhe as I push tighter against his face. I’m biting my arm so hard it’s almost painful, but the pleasure is too intense for me to care. I grab my heavy breast in my hand as he continues to lick, suck, and kiss me. I see his eyes widen as he takes in the sight of me touching myself, kneading my soft flesh; teasing my tightly budded nipples.
“Lick it, Miss Tate. Take that tight nipple of yours into your mouth while I make you come.” I didn’t know that was possible. “Don’t make me wait. Do it… NOW.”
I lift myself up onto my elbows before pulling my breast with my hand. I dip my head down, taking the tight, puckered flesh into my mouth. My gaze fixed on him as a fire explodes behind his eyes.
The feel of my own breast against my tongue is wildly arousing, made even more so by his obvious delight. Xander is relentless, his fingers fucking me, keeping time with his wicked mouth - making love to me; worshipping my body.
“Bite your nipple.”
I do as he asks - the intense pleasure of his mouth and mine on my body at the same time sending me into a tailspin. My orgasm rips through me. I throw my head back as I convulse on the desk, my legs shaking uncontrollably.
I bite down on my lip to stop myself from crying out - so hard that I taste blood. Xander places his strong hand on my stomach, holding me in place, letting me ride out my orgasm against his face. When I’m completely spent, he stands up, my juices dripping from his chin, his erection even harder than before.
“Up you get, Miss Tate. Time to get on your knees for me.”
A thrill runs through me at his demand. I suddenly have a new surge of energy and desire as I lift myself from his desk. He’s still completely dressed, which I quickly set to work on remedying.
“May I take off your shirt, Mr. Rhodes?” I look up at him from under my hooded lids.
“Yes.”
He doesn’t touch me as I stand naked before him, unbuttoning his shirt, pushing it off his shoulders to the ground. I run my hands over his toned, tanned flesh, before dropping to my knees, my gaze never leaving his. I grab his ass in one hand, steadying myself as I wrap my fingers around the base of his cock and start pumping my fist up and down, flicking my tongue out onto the head with every upward stroke.
“Jesus, Lily.” I’m hungry, desperate to give him the release he needs. I take his tip into my mouth before sliding down as far as I can. His cock twitches. “Fucking hell.”
His words are a whisper as he struggles for control, knowing that he can’t be loud in here. I lick him from root to tip, lapping up the pre-come beading on the head of his engorged cock. He lets me set the pace, thrusting up and down the length of him, until he can’t take it anymore. He grabs handfuls of my hair at the back of my head and holds me in place as he starts frantically pumping in and out of me, hitting the back of my throat with each thrust of his hips.
“Fuck… I’m going to come.”
One more thrust and he stills, his cock pulsing as his orgasm rips through him, releasing his hot come down my throat. I gently move my lips over him as he rides it out; his eyes squeezed shut, trying to c
ontain the groans I know are fighting to escape. He pulls me to my feet, crushing his mouth to mine. Nothing else matters - just the two of us… in this moment… together.
“I’m not done with you, Miss Tate.” His dick grows hard again. “Turn around and lean over the desk. Spread your legs wide for me.”
A jolt of electricity shoots to my core in anticipation of impending ecstasy. When I do as he asks, he moves between my legs, positioning himself at my slick entrance.
“Always so wet, sweets.”
In one hard thrust he fills me to the hilt. A moan escapes me before I have to bite down on my lip again to stifle my reaction. He starts pounding into me, forcing me to grip the desk for purchase. He’s so animalistic, so primal and domineering in this moment - I can’t get enough of him. I’m quickly on the verge of another mind-blowing orgasm when Xander reaches down and presses his thumb against my clit. I’m lost to the explosion that obliterates my awareness of everything around me. I start to scream his name, but his hand covers my mouth almost instantly.
“Quiet, baby. Oh... Fuck.”
He keeps his hand over my mouth as he loses himself to his own orgasm. He bites down on my shoulder to contain his own cries of pleasure as we buck wildly against each other until we are completely sated. Xander slumps against my back, kissing down my spine.
“Oh my God. That was… intense.”
We stay like that for a moment, catching our breath, savoring our skin-to-skin contact, his come dripping down my thighs, before the reality of where we are kicks in. Xander gets some tissues from his desk to clean between my legs. I grab my clothes and quickly dress while he puts on his shirt and zips his fly.
“Fuck, I love watching my come spilling out of you.”
He walks up behind me and grabs me round the waist, lifting me over to the sofa. He positions me in his lap, cuddling me close to his chest.
