by Harlow James
“Go ahead and head back.” She smiles a knowing grin and then reaches for her purse. “I’m just going to grab lunch and run a few errands.” As she walks around me, she gives me a wink and then exits the office, locking the door behind her.
Damn. Sheryl is one of my new favorite people. Perhaps she knows her boss needs to relax and I’m just the person to help him do that.
I walk as casually as I can down the hallway and land right outside the door I stepped through last time. Only this time when I enter, I have a far different message to convey to him.
I knock lightly, just in case he’s still on the phone, but his voice booms through the door almost immediately.
“Come in,” he calls. “Sheryl, where is that contract …”
His voice trails off as soon as he lifts his eyes and sees me walk through the door. And I wish his face looked different than the exhausted and frustrated man sitting on the other side of his massive desk. Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea. He looks pissed. And a little broken, like the weight of the world is resting on his shoulders.
“Shayla?”
“Hey, you.” I flash him a smile and then slide all the way inside the room, closing the door behind me even though I know it’s just the two of us here.
“What are you doing here?” His eyes bounce around the room as if he’s looking for someone else. Perhaps I caught him off-guard and he’s not a fan of surprises after all.
“I wanted to surprise you. I needed to see you, especially after our conversation last night.”
“Sweetheart,” he starts and then stands from his desk and walks around to get closer to me. He reaches up to cup my cheek and I lean into his touch. “It’s so good to see you, Shayla. I don’t think I knew how badly I needed to see you too until I saw you standing here. But I’m working.”
“I know, but this won’t take long.” I rise on my toes and kiss him, moaning at how good it feels to have his lips on mine again. The kiss turns heated in an instant, especially when Wes leans down and grips my ass in his hands.
“Fuck, baby. You’re so sexy.” His lips find my neck as he massages my ass. But then they’re quickly back on my mouth.
“I missed you,” I groan against his lips as he pushes us back against his office door. I lift my leg to wrap around his hip as he surges forward and grinds his erection into me. But then he pulls away too soon and lets out an angry growl.
“Fuck. We can’t do this here. Sheryl is out there. The last thing I need is my assistant hearing you scream my name.”
My lips curl up mischievously, which has him lifting his brow at me. “Sheryl went to lunch and to run a few errands. We’re all alone.”
“You don’t say?” He smirks and then pushes himself right back up against me.
“I do. And now that I have you alone, I need something from you.” I reach down and rub my palm along his cock, remembering vividly how amazing it felt inside of me, knowing I need it again or I might snap.
“What is it?” His lips find my neck again and then his tongue darts out to tease my skin with his touch.
“I need you to bend me over and fuck me on your desk.” My heart pounds wildly while I wait for his reaction.
Slowly, he lifts his head and stares down into my eyes with a heated look that has me bursting at the seams. “You want me to fuck you over my desk?”
I nod. “Uh huh. Ever since I was here the first time, I can’t get the image out of my head.”
Wes leans in and lines his mouth up to my ear, but not before nibbling on my ear lobe and sending a flurry of goosebumps over my skin. “Then I’d better make your fantasy come alive.”
“God, yes,” I moan as I turn and find his lips again. Wes spins us around and walks us back to his desk, lifting me up on the wooden surface as he shoves some papers to the side.
His hands run up my legs and under the hem of my simple black sundress, an outfit I chose with this exact detail in mind—easy access. His fingers push my thong to the side and before I can breathe again, he thrusts two fingers inside of me, causing me to cry out in pleasure.
“I love this surprise,” he says before pressing his lips to mine again and searching out my tongue once more with his own. “You’re so wet for me. It’s so fucking hot.” Wes commands my body to submit to his as his fingers slide in and out of me, and I don’t think I could fight him if I tried.
“I need you. I couldn’t go all week without seeing you.”
“Me too, sweetheart. I’m glad you’re here.”
Wes rubs his thumb over my clit as he fingers me roughly, heating up my body at a quick pace. The onslaught of my orgasm makes itself known, but I stop him before I cross the finish line. Suddenly, I urge him back as he withdraws his hand and then I lead him by his tie to his chair and push him back in the seat with force.
“Are you trying to take control, Shayla?”
“Well, this was my idea,” I tease, kneeling to the floor in front of him and then reaching for the belt on his slacks. His breath hitches as I undo the buckle and then his button before dragging the zipper down at an excruciatingly slow pace.
“I love your cock,” I murmur as I pull his rock hard length from his briefs and run my hand up the shaft, pausing to rub my thumb over the tip. “I couldn’t stop thinking about it.” Before he can respond I take his tip in my mouth, running my tongue around the ridge before sucking him back in my throat as far as I can take him.
“Fuck,” he groans as he rests his head back on his chair and then grips my hair on my head. I tease him, drawing him in and out of my mouth just slightly and then licking him from root to tip before taking him back in again until he hits the back of my throat and I stop myself from gagging.
“So good, Shayla. So fucking good. Yes, like that,” he urges me on and my body trembles from how turned on I am right now. I feel insatiable, like I could never get enough of making this virile man come undone and how it feels to be doing this with him.
I work him over, running my tongue along his length, running my nails through his happy trial and up his abs, using my hands along with my mouth, circling his tip with my tongue as he watches me in his chair. His eyes are dark with lust, his mouth slightly parted as he breathes through the pleasure I’m giving him, his hand still in my hair as he gently guides me up and down his cock.
“You have to stop.” He pulls me up suddenly and leans forward to kiss me once more, capturing my face in his hands. “I don’t want to come in your mouth. There’s a desk I need to bend you over still.”
I nod, and then let him help me up before he turns me around so my back is to his front. “Is it okay to tell you that I had this same fantasy when you came in here that day?”
“Yes,” I whisper as I feel his hands skate under my dress again and grab my ass. He gives me a playful smack on my right cheek and I gasp at the move before melting into his hands on me again. I soak up the movements of his hands as they trail over my ass, along my hips, and to my stomach before dipping down the front of my thong to run his finger through my soaked slit. I feel air hit my skin as he flips up the bottom of my dress and then gently urges me to bend at the waist.
“Lean forward,” he commands as I rest my forearms on the desk, and then I look back to see him take a condom out of his wallet. “Seems I always need to be prepared around you.”
I giggle and then push my ass back into his erection that’s still standing proudly out of his slacks. “I wouldn’t expect anything less from a boy scout.”
“Hang on, baby,” he warns before pulling my thong to the side and then driving forward with his cock at my entrance, stealing the breath from my lungs at how full I feel so fast.
“God, yes.”
“Fuck, Shayla.”
I have no time to prepare as Wes starts to fuck me, hitting me deep within with powerful thrusts accompanied by his persistent grunts. He grips me tightly on my hips as I hold on to the edge of his desk, taking the pressure with each drive he gives me. And then he starts to
swivel his hips in a circular motion, and I struggle not to come undone.
The sound of our bodies connecting echoes in the room—the slap of skin, moans and gasps of pleasure, the clank of his belt buckle hitting his desk as he moves forward faster and harder than before.
His cock hits that magical spot deep inside of me with each circle of his hips and before I know it, I’m screaming his name as my pussy clenches around him with my release.
Suddenly his body weight comes over me and his hands slide up my ribs, landing on my breasts as he cups and squeezes them while continuing to drag his cock in and out of me slowly.
“Shayla. You don’t have any idea what you’re doing to me,” he whispers in my ear as his movements slow and I nuzzle my head back into his. I feel his lips touch the spot beneath my ear and then he thrusts hard and slow, punishing my body with deep and rough drives, but the pressure feels incredible. One of his hands moves between my legs and locates my clit, rubbing the bundle of nerves lightly as he keeps shoving deeper and deeper, a moan escaping my mouth with each push forward, each slide of his cock in and out of my core building another orgasm fast.
I get lost in the moment—in him and how good he feels moving inside of me, how commanding he is with my body, taking everything I’m offering to him, but aiming to make me feel good in the process.
“Wes, please.”
“Please what, baby?”
“I need to come again,” I cry out, waiting for that final thrust that is going to get me there. I feel Wes’s fingers move faster over my clit and then his thrusts pick up as he holds me to his chest and we chase our release together.
“Come with me, Shayla,” he grunts and with a few more slides in and out of me, we both shatter, our moans of pleasure filling his office until we both stop moving and struggle to regain our breathing.
“Best surprise ever,” he says in my ear, kissing my cheek and then turning me to face him over my shoulder so he can press his lips to mine. And I bask in the feeling of him still holding me as my legs turn to jello and his hands gently release me as he pulls out.
Wes disposes of the condom and then we both turn to face each other as we put ourselves back together.
“Come here.” With a curl of his finger, I step up to him and wrap my arms around his neck as his move around my waist. “I didn’t even know I needed that as much as I did.”
“I needed it to. You sounded so distant last night, and I don’t know …” I shrug and debate how to continue. “I just felt like seeing each other would put us both at ease.”
“You were right. Thank you.” He presses a kiss to my lips and then one to my nose. “But I do have to get back to work now.”
“I know. I’ll leave you to it. At least that will tide me over until Saturday.”
“I’ll be counting the minutes,” he says on a soft smile before rushing me and kissing me once more, an intense, wet kiss that has my body coming alive again. We make out for a few minutes before we reluctantly part and say our goodbyes once more.
“Hey, Wes?” I say before I walk through his office door.
“Yes?”
“Count me as your plus one for the gala.” My decision was made as soon as I walked in here today, but I think part of me just needed the reassurance of our connection, more memories to hold on to before I submerge myself into his world.
And with a mega-watt smile, Wes grips my cheeks in his hands and kisses me passionately once more. “Thank you,” he whispers, holding me captive with his eyes.
“I’ll see you Saturday.”
“See you then.”
I leave his office and head back to my apartment, feeling lighter and yet deeper in lust with the man that came out of nowhere, but is taking me on a journey that was completely unexpected. I just hope I survive.
Chapter 16
Wes
What a week. I’ve experienced a roller coaster of emotions more than once in my life, but nothing like the highs and lows I felt over the past four days.
Monday was one of the most nerve-wracking days of my life. Seeing Nolan after six years almost made me stop breathing. The sight of the boy that I hurt with my own selfishness was as painful as slicing my chest open with a knife. And yet, it was healing in a way I didn’t anticipate—not that everything magically felt better, but it was a reminder of why I was here, why I was working on this project against the advisement of the board.
Yeah, they know I’m here now. But they don’t know why. They don’t know the personal reason behind it, and that’s how it’s going to stay. All I communicated to them is that this cause has caught my attention and I feel the pull to bring something positive to the community that holds so many memories for me—both good and bad.
But they don’t know about the bad, the catastrophic. Only I hold those demons close to the belt.
When I left Nolan and Lydia’s house Monday night and remember the missed call from Shayla, I almost didn’t call her back. I was an inch away from convincing myself to cut ties with her, relieve her of my mistakes and the truth that I’m ultimately going to have to tell her.
But then I flashed back to our weekend and how hard it was to say goodbye to her after the time we spent together. And I knew there wasn’t a possibility of letting her go. Now my mission is to make her stay.
I have a plan. I just need to make sure all of the puzzle pieces fall into place before I tell her everything and hope that her heart she gave me a glimpse of on the yacht also possesses a level of understanding and forgiveness that is unparalleled. Because I sure as fuck am going to need it from her when everything is revealed.
Calling her after meeting Nolan Monday night helped keep me on solid ground. I knew she had a big day that day, but so did I, in a far different and more emotionally draining way of course. And then she surprised me the next day at my office. And God, I didn’t realize how much I needed her—to see her, feel her, fuck her. But somehow she knew, and I’m still reeling from taking her over my desk. It was definitely a fantasy come true and only sparked several more fantasies with Shayla that I can’t wait to bring to life.
Sitting in my office on Friday morning, I settle into my chair and get started on checking my emails just as my door flies open and Hayes stands there, grinning from ear to ear.
“Hey, fuck face!”
I pause for a moment to appreciate his presence before landing on the perfect opening line. “It’s a good thing I don’t meet business associates in this office or they might question the company I keep.”
“You know I’d win them over even after that outburst if they did.”
“Sadly, I believe you would.” I stand and then walk over to greet him as we share a manly hug and take each other in. “What are you doing here?”
“Can’t a man make a trip to see his beloved?” I give him a quizzical look, but he just rolls his eyes at me. “Fine, that was over the top. But truthfully, I’m on my way to San Francisco this weekend and thought I’d stop by to visit.”
“Well, as unexpected as your visit is, I’m happy to see you, man.” I clap my hand on his shoulder once more before we both settle into our chairs.
“How’s the project going?” he asks while crossing his leg over the other, resting his ankle on the opposite knee. Hayes’ dark features stand out against his tan suit and I remind myself to ask him why he looks like he’s dressed as a groomsmen in a wedding before he leaves.
“Pretty well. We’re a little behind schedule, but that’s to be expected. Some electrical needed to be replaced, which we figured given the age of the building. But in the next few weeks we should have walls and then the fun part begins on the inside.”
“Nice. So when are you going to take Nolan and Lydia to see it?”
“Not for a while. First, I just made contact this week. And second, I want to make sure the inside is safe and on the verge of being completed before I show them.”
He nods. “Makes sense. And how’s Shayla?”
I instantly grin as
he says her name. “Shayla’s good. I haven’t seen her since Tuesday, but she’s coming over tomorrow morning so I can make her breakfast.” Images of Shayla bent over my desk in front of me the other day come to mind, but I keep those to myself.
“You’re cooking for her? Damn, you are whipped. And a day date? Have you really been out of the game that long?”
I wad up a piece of paper and throw it across my desk at him. “No, fucker. If you recall, I had her all last weekend on the yacht. But she works Friday and Saturday nights at the club, and studies most nights, so it’s hard to get together in the evenings.”
“She’s still in school?”
“Finishing her degree in December.”
“Damn. How old is she?”
“Twenty-six,” I answer and then relay a little of her story regarding her education to Hayes.
“Gotta admire persistence,” he replies.
“Exactly.”
“Well, keep buttering her up so when you drop some bombs on her, she’s less likely to kick you to the curb.”
I sigh and then glare at him. “Thanks for the bout of confidence.”
“Hey. You and I know both know you have one hell of a mountain to climb if what you have with her is going to survive. You know how I feel about relationships, man. No thank you. But I can see your investment in her all over your face, so I’m just telling you to be prepared.”
“I know. I have a plan. I just hope it all pans out accordingly. Plus, she’s accompanying me to the Hope for Kids Gala next weekend, so that will be a pretty big test.”
His eyes widen. “Shit. Really?”
“Yeah. I didn’t pressure her, but she agreed rather quickly.”
“You know things are going to change after that, right? I mean, the press will be swarming the event. She won’t be a nobody after that night.”
