Simon Says

by T L Osborn

  “Thanks for at least listening to me.”

  “You’re welcome.” She gives me a hug and exits the room. I follow behind her, making my way over to Charlotte. Mel gives me my gifts from her trip, and Charlotte opens the rest of hers too—more bloody Disney dolls.

  “I couldn’t resist.” Mel shrugs. James and Charlotte play with her dolls, him pretending to be a prince. My siblings love their niece to bits, and in truth, without their help and support, I would’ve lost my sanity, which I’ll never admit to them.

  We spend a few more hours at my mother’s before James and I leave, heading back to my place. James will stay in the spare room, as he usually does after drinking whiskey at Mum’s.

  I tuck Charlotte in beneath her blankets, the Belle doll clutched beside her. Looking down at my daughter, I know she deserves a woman who’s willing to be a mother to her, a woman who’ll take the time to be with her, and I believe that woman just might be Aria.

  That first meeting, she never once ignored Charlotte, even taking the opportunity to pull the mushrooms out of her dinner without even being asked to do so. She happily read her books and didn’t even flinch when Charlotte asked for the same story three times.

  Maybe it’s time I start dating again, and I choose Aria. Despite my mother’s disapproval.

  Chapter Nine

  Aria

  I’m working in Simon’s office, putting away the files he’s finished using so he doesn’t have to do it later. I volunteered for this task, mainly because I know how busy he’s been lately. It’s just one less job he needs to worry about.

  I feel a pair of large, strong hands, slide onto my hips. I shut my eyes as those same hands slide around the front of my body. He moves forward slightly, not quite touching me, just far enough away for me to wish he were closer. He leans down, brushing the hair away from my neck, running kisses along the width of it. I lean back into him, and he chuckles against my skin.

  “How’d you know it was me and not James?” he asks.

  “One, I know your cologne, and two, there’s no way in hell you’d let James anywhere near me,” I reply, turning around to wrap my arms around his neck as he continues his trail of kisses. “Aren’t you supposed to be in a meeting?”

  He presses his nose to mine. “Finished early, so when I saw you standing here, looking all sexy in this tight skirt and loose blouse, I had to come over and get a taste,” he says. I lean up, tilting my head for a kiss. Our lips press together, softly at first, then rougher as our hands explore one another. I grip his shirt, tugging it from his pants with an urgent need to get to flesh. He glides his hands down over my ass, squeezing it gently at first then a little more aggressively. Just as he bends to lift me onto the cabinets where his files live, there’s a rattle at the door.

  He rips his mouth from mine. “Oh, for fuck’s sake, will I ever get you alone?” he groans. He tucks his shirt in, before opening his door. James is standing there holding a bottle of whiskey and two glasses.

  “Why was the door locked? Were you having a wank or something?” James chuckles, entering the office. He spots me standing by the filing system. “Sorry, Aria. I didn’t know you were here.”

  “It’s okay. I’ve got two brothers. I’ve heard that and worse.” I laugh.

  “Hang on a minute. What were you two up to?” He points between us before his face erupts into a grin.

  “James, leave them alone. If they want to fuck, let them,” Lara says, as she enters the office carrying a bottle of wine and two glasses.

  “You’re just jealous we aren’t doing it.” He chuckles at Lara as he grabs his crotch.

  “Me, jealous? Ha! I’d much rather give Aria the best orgasm she’s ever had, than do a dick I’m not interested in,” Lara replies. I blush and turn away. Lara brings me over a glass of wine. “I assumed you want one.”

  “Is this your way of trying to get into my pants?” I laugh lightly.

  She smiles. “No, because I’m pretty sure this is already taken.” She laughs, looking me up and down, her eyes filled with lust as she licks her red lips. I’d be lying if I said the way she looks at me doesn’t turn me on. My nipples harden a little. My clit, still aching from Simon, is now trying to claw its way out of my panties to get touched… by anyone.

  Slut!

  I look over to Simon, who’s lifting a whiskey to his lips, watching Lara and me with a wicked look in his eyes. I can’t decide if he’s turned on or mad that someone else is making a move on me.

  “I don’t have anything on him though, do I?” Lara asks.

  I shake my head. “Sorry, Lara. I definitely prefer him.”

  “So you two are a couple then?” Lara asks. I look at her. “Sweetie, if you two were trying to keep it a secret, we’ve known for weeks. We were just waiting for you two to say something. But, I’ll be here waiting for when you’re done with him.”

  I walk around to where Simon is standing, and he leans down. “Enjoying yourself?” he murmurs.

  I turn to whisper in his ear. “I know you were.”

  He chuckles. “I’m that obvious, huh?”

  “Yup,” I say, sipping my wine.

  Suddenly, his attention is captured by something on his laptop. He swings his chair out and sits down. After clicking a few times, he begins reading. “Fuck!” he curses.

  “What’s wrong?” James asks.

  “The board wants the meeting moved from next Friday afternoon up to Monday. So all that work I asked you to get done next week now needs to be done by Monday,” he says, looking up at me. “Unfortunately, I’m going to need you to work tomorrow.”

  “Sure, but you owe me a day at the library.”

  He chuckles. “I’m sure I can arrange that.”

  We finish our drinks, and by the time we leave, Simon and James have had a couple of whiskies and Lara’s bottle of wine is gone. We ride the lift down together, and as I’m about to step out, Simon grabs my arm as James and Lara exit. He tugs me backwards into the lift and pushing a button. The doors close and he pulls me against him, wrapping his arms around me. His mouth closes over mine in a heated, soft kiss. I respond, pulling at his suit jacket. The doors open, and he swings me out, pushing me against the cold concrete wall of the carpark basement. He kisses down my neck, sliding his hands onto my hips. He returns his mouth to mine, claiming me.

  I pull my mouth away. “Not that I’m complaining, but what are you doing?”

  “I was jealous of the way Lara was eyeing you up. I felt jealous. I don’t get jealous, but you’re stirring all these feelings in me. So I need to know you’re mine.”

  “Simon, I want you. Only you.”

  He smiles. “Good. I’ll see you tomorrow. Wear something sexy for me.”

  “Anything particular you’d like?” I ask, giving him a mischievous grin.

  “Surprise me.”

  “Granny panties it is.” I laugh as I walk away from him and out of the carpark basement, leaving him with what I’m sure is a look of pure horror on his handsome face.

  Simon

  She better fucking not be wearing granny panties. I swear if she is I’m going to rip them from her body and make her go commando for the remainder of the day.

  Hmm…not a bad idea. Might do it anyway.

  By now, we’ve been working for several hours, and I can’t take my eyes off her. She’s wearing a wine-red blouse and a black flowy skirt. I wonder what she is wearing underneath it. She shifts in her seat, putting the tip of a pen in her mouth while she types something on the computer. My cock throbs hard within my pants as she gently sucks on the cap.

  I’m jealous of a damn pen.

  She turns to look at me. “Why are you watching me when you should be reading?”

  I get out of my seat and walk over to her, placing my hands on her shoulders. I rub them gently, and she leans back against me. I bend down, whispering in her ear. “We’re going to play a game. Since you tortured me, it’s my turn.”

  “How did I torture you?�
� she asks with a light giggle.

  She knows exactly what she did.

  I spin her chair around, lifting her from her seat so she stands before me. “Simon says kiss me.” I don’t wait for her permission to do it; I lean in, pressing my lips to hers while sliding my arms around her waist. Our kiss deepens, our mouths dancing as one. She grips at my shirt, my hips grinding against hers, and I rip my mouth away from her.

  “Simon says slowly remove your blouse for me,” I order, removing my hands from her body. I slide myself into the seat she was just in, as I watch her begin to remove her top. She does it slowly yet seductively, putting on her own little private show for me. She unbuttons it, pulls it off her shoulders, and allows it to drop to the floor. Her tits are encased by a black lacy bra that lifts them slightly, so they’re even perkier than normal.

  “You like?” she asks.

  “Indeed, but it’s going to look much better on my floor. Take it off,” I demand.

  “Uh-uh, you didn’t say Simon says.”

  I leap out of my seat to grab her, but the little minx is too fast for me. She squeals and runs across the room. She doesn’t get far before I have her wrapped within my arms and pinned against a glass wall in my office. I change my mind about what item of clothing I want her to remove next.

  “Simon says remove your skirt,” I whisper in her ear, trailing light kisses down her neck, causing her to groan. “Simon says do it now.” I feel her remove her skirt and it pools on the floor at her feet. I bend down, lifting her into my arms and wrapping those luscious legs around my waist. “Simon says remove my shirt.”

  She reaches out, touching my torso as she slides her hands down to the base of my shirt. She tugs it upwards while I raise my arms, allowing her to lift it over my head. I crash my mouth to hers, our skin touching, igniting a burning wildfire between us. She grabs at my body as I carry us over to the couches and sit us down so she’s straddling me, continuing our kissing. I hungrily devour her mouth as I fist my hand around her hair and tilt her head backwards, so I can nip at her neck. I run my other hand down over her tits, pulling one from the cup and touching her nipple, as my mouth continues the journey down.

  She moans as I clasp my mouth around her nipple, sucking and licking. She grinds against me, trying to get the friction she so desperately wants for her clit. I release her hair as she slides her hands into mine, tugging my head closer to her breast. I pull my mouth off, skimming my hand down her body, over her panties, to rub her clit. She’s soaking wet, the pathetic material she calls underwear is getting in my way.

  “Take them off, please,” she whimpers as if sensing what I want.

  “Simon says you take them off,” I tell her.

  She pouts but gets off me, turns away, and gives me a sexy little show as she bends down to remove her panties. “Honey, I know I’m not allowed to use my tongue down there, but may I spank this?” I ask, reaching out to touch her ass.

  She looks over her shoulder at me. “Yes. You can spank it.”

  I smile and stand up, spinning her around and bending her over on the couch. I slide my hand down over her ass and slap my hand down on it. She moans arching her ass back into my hand.

  “You like that?” I ask.

  “More,” she begs.

  I slap her again, rubbing it immediately, to ease the ache. I slide two fingers down over her pussy which is now completely saturated. She moans as I rub her clit and slide a finger deep inside her.

  “Si…” she moans. I pull my finger in and out slowly, precisely and I feel her quiver around me. I need to feel that while she looks at me.

  “Stand up, my love. Face me; I want to see your gorgeous face when you come,” I say. I gently lay her down on the couch to continue my sensual assault of her. I run two fingers over her clit, all the way down to her soaking wet pussy, sliding one finger in and out. She writhes against me as I add a second finger, stretching her a little more.

  “Simon,” she moans as I work them slow at first, then faster and faster until my hand is coated in her juice. Her legs begin to shake on either side of me, and I know she’s close to coming. She pulls away from me to moan out her orgasm, but I keep her held in place sprawling my hand over her stomach, her pussy clamping tightly around my fingers. Her entire body shaking. “Oh my God,” she says. “Your turn?” She trails her fingertips down my torso to the waistband of my jeans.

  “As much as I’d love you on your knees, my love, I really just want to bury my cock between those legs of yours and make you scream my name while I bang you all over my office. So stand and bend over the couch; point that fucking gorgeous ass at me.” She does as she’s told, but not without pouting to show her disappointment with me. As I stand, ready to position myself, my cell phone begins to ring. “Damn it!” I say. I’m tired of us getting interrupted. I really need to come up with a way to fuck the living daylights out of her and not be disturbed. I answer the phone, turning away from Aria. “Hi, princess.”

  “Daddy, when are you coming home?” Charlotte asks.

  “Soon, I’ve got a couple more things to do, and then I’ll be home. Okay?”

  “Aunty Lissa is here for dinner,” she says.

  “Could you draw a picture for Daddy please?” I ask. “I need a new one for my wall.”

  “Okay!”

  “See you soon, princess.” I hang up my phone and turn around, discovering my office empty. I race out to the elevators, finding the doors are closing. Damn it, foiled again in my plans to have sex with Aria. My cock is angry with me as I pull my pants up.

  Down, boy. You’ll get to have your fun when I’ve figured out what the hell Aria is thinking.

  Chapter Ten

  Aria

  Whack! Whack!

  An empty wine bottle is my weapon of choice as I let out my frustration on these poor, defenceless biscuits I’m crushing to make chocolate fudge cake.

  Whack! Whack!

  How could I be so selfish to forget about Charlotte? I’m such a bitch. She’s his number one priority, not me. He should’ve gone home after we finished work, except I kept him from doing so. I’m a selfish bitch.

  Whack! Whack!

  “Take this… and that!” I yell.

  I pick up my glass of wine I’d poured earlier and take a sip before continuing my assault. After pounding the shit out of the biscuits, I stop, breathing heavily. God! That felt so good. There’s a knock on the door; I sigh as I walk over and open it. Standing on the porch is Stephanie, arms laden with goodies.

  “I couldn’t decide what to bring, so I just brought everything.”

  “Wine would’ve been enough,” I say, as she walks inside. I see Toby’s truck pull into the drive, so I leave the door open for him to come inside as I turn back to Steph, seeing she’s pouring herself a wine and topping up my glass.

  “So how was your day?” she asks.

  “I ended up having to work today, but it wasn’t all bad,” I confess.

  “You sure about that? Because I think these biscuits might have something else to say.” She laughs.

  “Oh yeah, that might have something to do with the fact that I’m so wound up over Simon.”

  She sips her wine. “What happened with Simon?”

  “He hasn’t done anything wrong. It’s me. I’ll start from the beginning. So last night, we ended up getting hot and steamy kissing, but we were interrupted by his brother and Lara, the other PA. Then it turned out a meeting got moved, so I ended up working today, which he turned into a sexy game of Simon Says. We were about to do it, but then he gets this phone call from his daughter. Well, I’m ashamed of my behaviour. I’m selfish and such a bitch for keeping the game going. He should’ve been with her, not me.”

  “You are the least selfish person I know.”

  “Then why do I feel this way?” I whine. “It’s not like I don’t want his daughter around. I believe she needs to be his priority, not me.” I cut the butter and placing it into the pot.

  She sips her wi
ne. “Then you should’ve stayed to tell him that.”

  “He probably thinks I’m a horrible person.” I pick up my own glass and take a gulp. “How am I meant to fix this? Steph, I really like him.”

  “Then there’s only one thing you can do,” she says.

  “What’s that? Give him a blowjob in his office?” I laugh.

  She sniggers. “No, though that probably wouldn’t harm the situation. I meant you need to contact him tonight, before he begins to stew over this.”

  “I’ll finish making the fudge cake first,” I decide.

  “You know, it wouldn’t hurt to take him some of that fudge slice. No one can resist it, even if they’re mad at you.”

  She’s right; it’s usually how I get my brothers to talk to me when they’re mad.

  I pick up my phone. “All right, I’ll text him, and if it doesn’t work, this is all your fault.”

  “What have you done this time Steph?” Toby asks as he walks in the house followed by a familiar figure. I gasp as I watch my twin brother Jacob come into the house. He grins at me and I run leaping into his arms.

  “W-w-why didn’t you say you were coming home?” I sob.

  “I wanted it to be a surprise.” He chuckles. I let him go and he gives Steph a quick and very awkward hug to say hi. “So what’s for dinner?” he asks.

  “I’m half way through making fudge slice and I had only planned on having wine out of a bottle for dinner,” I reply.

  Jacob shakes his head. “You need more than wine to eat.” He opens the freezer and pulls out some frozen chicken Tegal tenders. “Here cook these up, I’m going to dump my stuff and take a shower.”

  I look at Toby who shrugs. “Finish making the fudge cake while the tenders cook. I’ll be in the garage, call when they’re ready.”

  As soon as he leaves I turn to Steph. “You cannot tell Jacob about Simon, okay.”

  “For a piece of that fudge your secret is safe with me,” she winks.