“Stay here. I’ll make you breakfast,” he insists.
Rob still doesn’t let go of my hands. He rubs at them instead, as if he’s reluctant to let go. I feel the same. My body craves his touches the way an addict wants her drug.
I wiggle my eyebrows. “You can cook?”
“Toast, eggs, and bacon?” he suggests.
“Sounds perfect.”’
“Thank God you’re not one of those women who insist on eating diet food in the morning, or every time of the day.”
I scrounge my nose in disgust. “We only live once, you know?”
“Exactly, baby.”
He leans over, gives me a kiss on the lips. Rob reaches for my left nipple and gives it a pinch. Moisture floods between my legs at the gesture. A moan slips out when he pulls his mouth away and wears a wide knowing grin on his mouth.
“Don’t start, or we’ll never get out of bed,” I warn him.
“That seems like a good way to spend the day, too.” He drags his hand lower, past my ribs, the curve of my belly and further down the comforter.
Rob gives my pubic curls a teasing tug. I open my legs wider so he could slide two fingers down my wet folds. With my eyes, I silently plead with him to push them inside my pussy. All he does is swipe the honey there and puts them to his lips to suck. I groan. The image is erotic, especially this early in the morning.
“Be a good girl and stay here. I plan on pampering you all day, princess. Oh, and I better not catch you touching yourself without me.” With a wink he disappears through the doorway.
I flop back on my side. Sexual frustration wells in me. Remembering his warning, I reach for my phone and check if there are any messages from the office. Miriam, a friend and fellow colleague, should be updating me about filing my sick leave the next day.
Instead, I get a text from Dick. I don’t need to open the text to know it’s full of threats. I can’t let that asshole ruin my day, so I leave it be. I’ll put on my big girl panties tomorrow and deal with the shit-storm first thing in the morning.
I wonder how many girls Dick’s been an unbearable bastard to, after they’ve rebuffed his advances. The HR department keeps all complaints on file. I recall someone filing a sexual harassment complaint a couple of months ago. Dick suggested we shrug it off, that it was Martha’s way of getting attention. I harbored my doubts then, but no one questions the best.
Fuck. I’m glad I’ll no longer be working in that venomous environment. I place my phone on the table beside the bed. Winking off for a couple of minutes until Rob comes back sounds like a good plan.
No one has ever done anything for me like this before. Rob can be rough and sweet, protective and tender at once. It’s an amazing combination.
My eyes start to droop when I hear a door being opened and voices rising and falling. Hearing the high-pitch voice of a woman’s overpowering Rob’s I frown, completely wide awake now.
I catch snatches of conversation.
“Get out, Alison. Didn’t I tell you plenty of times my lawyer will contact you?”
I never heard Rob’s voice sound like that, shaking with so much fury. Logic states I should let Rob handle his ex-wife, but I can’t. Envy hits me again, then anger. This woman made Rob’s marriage life a living hell. She left mental scars on him that won’t entirely heal. I slip out of bed, grab a robe from Rob’s bedroom, and pad out of the room.
The smell of burnt toast and bacon reaches my nose. Not wanting an accident to happen, I shut off the kitchen stove. Rob’s standing by the front door, blocking it, preventing Alison entry into his domain.
The thin blonde catches sight of me anyway, and her face turns feral. Alison and I are worlds apart. She’s tall, thin, and seems like the kind of woman who takes care she presents a flawless appearance to the world. I’m short, curvy, and don’t give a damn about what people think.
Back in high school, I used to envy girls like her. Hell, girls like her made my life a living nightmare, but those days are over.
“You bringing sluts into your apartment now, Robert?” she asks, casting me a withering look.
If she thinks I’ll back away and hide in the bedroom, she’s wrong. I walk to Rob just as a growl tickles from his lips.
“Call her that again and I’ll stop playing nice, Alison,” Rob says in a calm and frightening voice.
I finally reach him. Planting a hand on his back, I began to rub circles until all the muscles there unknot and relax.
Alison pales, but Rob hasn’t finished his speech.
“Come here again and I’ll get a restraining order against you. You want the stupid beach house? Fine. Let our lawyers draw up the contract. Other than that, we have nothing more to do with each other.”
Her blue eyes go wide, and her lips tremble. I imagine it’s a look which is designed to make men weak in the knees and give into her demands. Most men, but not my Rob.
“My” has a good ring to it.
A sneer replaces her pout once Rob continues staring at her, completely unaffected. Alison turns her gaze on me.
“He’ll get sick of you eventually, bitch. I’m his wife. You’re his nothing.”
A tick appears on Rob’s cheek. I brush a hand over his arm and take over.
“Ex-wife,” I correct. “I think Rob’s made everything clear. He’s been nice to you. I don’t have the same patience. My father’s the chief of police of this precinct. Come around here again and you’ll leave in cuffs.”
She lets out a hiss, before turning on her tall heels and stalking back to the elevator. Rob shuts the door and turns to face me, eyebrows up.
“Chief of police? Damn, woman. Should I be quivering in my shoes? You never told me that.”
“Of course, because it’s a complete lie. I was raised in a single-parent household by my mom,” I reply.
He lets out a low whistle. “We have that in common.”
We’ve traded childhood stories, likes and dislikes on our date yesterday night, but I’m still hungry to know more about my man.
Rob wanders to the kitchen and winces at the blackened strips on the pan. “What a waste.”
I touch his shoulder, turn him so he’s facing me. Rob’s only wearing boxers, and damn, but he’s fucking sexy as hell. I don’t know what I want to pet and touch first—his pecs or abs. I don’t miss the hard-on pressing against the thin fabric.
Rob growls. “Keep looking at me like that and I’ll be tempted to fuck you on the kitchen counter.”
“What’s gotten you so hard so soon?” I tease back, trailing a fingertip on the tiny bite mark I left on the side of his neck last night.
Rob pulls me into an embrace, resting his chest against my back, hands firmly around my body. He kisses the side of my neck and answers, “You, getting all huffy and mad for my sake.”
“I was only defending my territory,” I declare, making him laugh.
“Now I want a taste of what’s mine.” He nips at my ear and undoes the belt of the robe. “You look so sexy, wearing my robe, beautiful girl. You’ll drive a man wild this way.”
“This thing?” I ask, squeaking when he sucks at the sensitive spot connecting my neck and shoulder. “I love it. It smells like you. Everywhere here smells like you.”
“I’d ask you to move in, but it’s too soon.” When he says those words, it makes me shudder. Every inch of me wants to, but I also know we can’t rush this. Rob continues, “I’ll settle for this for now and dream of the time I can have this sweet body of yours anytime of the day.”
I moan, rubbing myself against him. “I wonder if we’ll manage to do anything that way.”
“Hmm.” Rob slips a hand past the robe and begins rubbing my slick pussy lips. “I have an idea. Let’s eat out. I’ve decided to have shower sex instead of rutting you on the counter.”
I shiver in anticipation and roll my hips, wishing he’d slide a finger in me. The tease halts though.
“Why the bathroom?” I ask.
“We’ll kill two bi
rds with one stone. We’ll shower, dress and start our day together. We can have a slow brunch.”
“Sounds perfect.”
****
Rob’s shower is tiny, made for one, but that doesn’t seem to bother him one bit. I shrug off his robe, aware he’s gone still. Like a predator watching its prey, he watches me with dilated pupils as I step into the shower. I turn on the spray and let the water drench my hair and skin.
Growing up, I’ve been self-conscious of my body. Rob looks at me like I’m edible, made for him. Electricity travels to my tits and cunt even before he joins me. He tosses his boxers away, and his long and thickening erection takes my breath away.
“Fuck, we need condoms,” he murmurs, fumbling for the drawer under the sink.
“Don’t bother with them,” I suggest.
“You sure?” he asks with a frown.
“You’re clean, I’m on the pill. There’s nothing to worry about.”
“Fucking you bareback? That’s my favorite fantasy, baby,” he says, finally joining me.
There’s very little space, so Rob cages my body with his. My nipples tighten to points when the hard muscles of his chest grind against my breasts. He reaches for one and gives it a squeeze.
“I love your tits, your curves, your pussy—everything about you,” he murmurs, grabbing the back of my head.
He brushes his lips against mine for a slow and torturous kiss.
Rob grinds his dick against my belly, and I clench my pussy muscles, wanting him to slide that fat cock in me.
“I love you, too.” The words slip out, unbidden.
I blush hard, wishing I could take them back. I mean every word, but I wonder if it’s too early to say them. It’s not like we’re complete strangers. Every morning, we’ve been seeing each other, dry humping each other, except we only traded names recently.
None of it matters to me. The first time Rob pressed his body against mine during the daily commute, part of me knows I was made for him.
“I love you, too, Maddie,” he says without hesitation.
He pins my arms above my head, restricting movement. I like the illusion of restraint, of this powerful man holding me down. Not just any guy—but Rob.
Rob lowers his head, sucking on my right nipple. Feeling the edge of teeth, I tense, but I welcome the brief sting of pain when he bites down. When he pulls away, desire surges through me at the sight of his red teeth marks.
“I need you in me,” I plead.
Keeping one huge hand over my wrists, he uses his other to position his glistening tip into my entrance.
“Spread your legs for me, dirty girl,” he commands, and I shift my thighs apart. “You want this in you?”
“Hell yes. Fuck me hard.”
He laughs, smearing his pre-cum over my clit, eliciting another groan from me.
“Stop playing around, please.” I enjoy it nonetheless, our games, but don’t mention it out loud.
Rob finally pushes his dick inside me, this time sheathing himself fully in me with a single thrust. He steals my breath for a couple of seconds. Rob’s huge, completely stretching me wide. I let out a breath.
“You’re still so tight,” he murmurs in wonder.
Rob doesn’t move for a couple of seconds, as if he’s savoring every moment of this. So am I. Time slows to a crawl, and I look down to see our bodies, perfectly joined.
He takes my lips again and starts to fuck me. With each thrust, he makes sure to hit my clit. The pressure inside me builds, and he releases my hands so I can clutch his shoulders.
After wrapping my arms around his neck, I mount him, wrapping my legs around his waist, so he can penetrate me deeper. With ease, Rob holds me tight, making sure I won’t fall. It’s so hot, the way Rob hammers me against the walls. The tiles are a little cold, but Rob’s entire body is warm, hot enough to burn.
Our gazes never leave each other. Rob rides me faster, breaches my most intimate places. He shifts his hips, hitting my G-spot, and I cry out, back arching, breasts bouncing.
“Come for me, baby girl,” he whispers against my ear.
That does it. One last push inside me and Rob sends me flying twenty-thousand feet in the air. Hearing my screams triggers his own climax. With a grunt, he pistons inside me a few more times, before unloading his seed inside me.
“Perfect,” he whispers against my ear, and he’s right.
Nothing can ruin this moment, and I realize I don’t mind waking up to this every single morning.
Chapter Six
Maddie
I type out the last sentence of my handover notes and breathe a sigh of relief. The red circle on my desk calendar stares back at me. Today’s my last day at work, and Rob’s picking me up from the office. The clock on my PC reads eight in the evening.
I won’t be paid for overtime, but I want the next person who takes over my position to have all my personal notes on hand.
My phone beeps, and it’s a text message from Rob.
Rob: Done, baby?
Maddie: Ten minutes more.
Rob: I’ll be up soon.
Rob adds a smiley face and couple of emoticon hearts. He never fails to put a goofy grin on my lips.
I save the file, print up a copy, and leave it on my desk. My desk calendar goes to my box of personal items. The party hat follows, a souvenir of the farewell party my department threw for me during lunch.
With box in hand, I shoulder my handbag and exit my office. Almost everyone’s gone home, not surprising given it’s a Friday night.
I walk past empty cubicles, feeling nothing but relief. I’ve given two years of my life to this company, and it’s enough. Rob wakes up early with me to look at prospective jobs. I’ve sent applications to some and have my first interview this coming Monday.
Reaching the elevators, I notice a figure standing by the doors. My heart lifts, thinking it’s Rob, but when he turns, my stomach clenches. Dick breaks into a leer when he sees me. I’m certain he left the office early, but it looks like I’m wrong.
“Excuse me,” I say, keeping my voice even as I reach for the elevator button.
Dick blocks my path, using his bulk to his advantage. I scowl.
“Are you going to be an asshole until my very last day?” I ask.
Dick’s been skulking around the entire day, not speaking to me since this morning. I thought that was for the best, except I should know Dick’s not the kind of asshole who accepts defeat easily.
He puts his hands into his trouser pockets and regards me. His voice comes out flat. “You’ve opened up investigations into that harassment complaint. Why can’t you leave me the fuck alone, bitch?”
I back away a few steps, but that only makes him smile. The phone in my pocket vibrates, and I know it’s Rob.
“Get out of the way, Dick.” My voice wavers a little, and I wobble on my heels when he comes close and knocks the box from my hands. I wince. Fear crawls down my spine as my belongings scatter on the plush carpeting.
“Answer me. Why do you have to do that, bitch?” he demands. Dick’s eyes narrow, and his mouth forms a thin line. He cracks his knuckles, and the popping sound makes me jump.
I debate leaving my personal things, chucking off my heels, and running towards the emergency stairs. My ringtone breaks the silence, and I begin to reach for it, but Dick’s razor edge tone stops me.
“Pick that up and you’ll regret it,” he warns.
I put my hand down and face him. He’s a big bully, an asshole, but I decide I’m done putting up with his bullshit. Over my last few days here, all I’ve done is play nice.
“Because the company needs to hear the truth. Martha wasn’t the first one to file a complaint. Miriam’s following up on the others.”
“Be happy you got Miriam fired then,” he snaps.
If he thinks that information will rattle me, he’s wrong. I cross my arms, and I suppress a shiver when his gaze falls on my breasts. “Wrong. Miriam’s invaluable, and she’s spoken with the
main headquarters.”
A ping sounds from the elevator doors behind us just as Dick snaps and comes for me. Dick looks more like a rabid animal now, face contorting, hands lunging for my neck. I stumble and my back hits the nearest cubicle, but a shadow looms behind Dick.
A hand grabs Dick’s shoulder, and Rob’s there. Rob’s fist flies and connects with the side of Dick’s face. The sound of cracking bone fills the air, and Dick howls, touching his bleeding and broken nose.
Rob’s suddenly by my side, pulling me close to his warm embrace. All my initial fear ebbs away as my body touches his. Despite our clothes, my skin burns hot for him.
“Pick her things up, asshole,” Rob says in an authoritative voice that brooks no argument.
“Fuck you,” Dick answers, still clutching at his nose.
“The security camera caught you attacking my girlfriend,” Rob states, jabbing a finger at the camera beside the lift. My heart leaps when Rob refers to me as his girlfriend. “You really want to play with fire, bud? Maddie’s dad is the chief of police.”
Dick freezes. “Liar.”
I shrug, playing along. “Rob’s telling the truth.”
“Pick them up. Now.” Rob enunciates each word. It’s fun, watching Dick scramble for every object in the box. Once everything’s back in the box, Rob snatches it and guides me to the elevator.
“Don’t think of doing something stupid or we’re going to press charges to the cops,” Rob tells Dick as the elevator doors close.
For a couple of seconds, the only sound in the lift is his harsh breathing. The doors open again. Once we’re on the first floor, he sets the box on the empty reception table and spins me by the shoulders. He’s angry, I can tell.
“Maddie, swear you’ll never worry me like that again,” he whispers, voice full of concern.
Shock enters my system as he wraps me into a bone-crushing embrace. I hug him back.
“I promise, baby. I’m sorry. I didn’t know he was still in the office, but he’s no longer a problem.”
He tugs the band holding my hair into a braid and sets my hair loose. “That’s right, beautiful girl. Starting now, things will be different.”
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