by Brooke Page
Chills ran up and down my spine from the deep, sultry voice making commands. “Ask nicely,” I goaded, leaning backward so he could get a full view.
He frowned. “So only you get to be demanding?”
I raised a brow at him. “If you don’t ask nicely, you won’t get to see.”
“No?” His hand pulled on the button of my jeans. “I think I know how to make you say and do whatever I want.”
Goose bumps trailed down my arms. My body was going wild for his demands, but testing him made the experience all the more exciting.
Once my zipper was down, his hand was underneath my jeans and underwear, softly making circles around my sensitive nub. I groaned in delight, using his thighs as support so I could angle my body backward.
His free hand snaked around my waist, creeping up my spine and unlatching my bra. It fell down my arms and across my stomach, freeing my breasts for him to see.
I didn’t even care. The bit of breeze felt marvelous on my nipples.
He was smirking at me. The fucker got what he wanted, and I didn’t have a coherent word to argue with him. Not while his hand was working over the most sensitive part of my body.
My hips began to move in sync with his hand, my whole body gyrating to the movement of his thumb.
“You like it this way, don’t you?” He breathed, watching my boobs bounce with my movements.
“I’ve still had better,” I teased. He pinched my clit, and I bit the inside of my cheek, expecting pain, but instead found immense pleasure.
“From my dick.” His thumb increased in speed now, showing no restraint or mercy. I ground my hips frantically with his rhythm, ready to burst yet again.
“You wish it were my cock right now, don’t you?” He muttered. “Crammed into your tight hole?”
“Yes!” I shouted, the flood of ecstasy bursting in a mad rush. “Yes, yes, yes!”
Both his hands found my hips, stilling me while I rode out in euphoria. My chest heaved, my breasts still feeling heavy with each breath.
While the earthquake inside of me still erupted, Craft’s mouth found one nipple, sucking and licking, then nuzzling between each breast before moving to the other side.
I clung to his hair, the boiling inside of me still overflowing. Instead of simmering to still water, the ache for release was building again.
Scooting forward on his lap, I took control, guiding his mouth back to mine, clawing at his shirt. He wanted to see and play with my boobs? Well, I wanted the full experience, too.
“Take this off,” I commanded, fisting the fabric in my hands.
“I don’t think I can do that, sweetheart,” he teased, holding my hips still.
The air in my lungs fought while I scowled down at him. “Excuse me?”
His smile was filled with mirth. “We don’t have time to take our clothes off, not this time.”
My face scrunched together in frustration. Covering my breasts, I grumbled. “But it’s okay to take off my shirt?”
He bit the side of his lip.
I snorted, shoving his shoulder, then hopping off of him, covering my chest from his view.
“Delayed gratification,” he said evenly, standing from the bench. I bent down to pick up my bra, turning away from him to snap the clasp. I didn’t want him to watch me, especially after he’d denied going further.
How did this happen? Earlier in the day, I thought I had him in my control, suddenly the tables had turned. The empty feeling in my gut mocked me for letting him touch me so easily. What happened to my self-control?
“Here,” he was standing behind me, holding my tank on the tip top of his finger. I snatched it from him, avoiding making eye-contact.
He chuckled. “What’s got you so heated? If anything I figured you’d be more relaxed.”
The amusement in his voice pissed me off.
I yanked the tank top over my head and shoved it down my waist, rapidly running my fingers through my hair. “Don’t be a dick.”
His hands found his chest. “How am I being a dick?”
I scowled at him. “You’re always a dick!”
His brows narrowed, any sense of humor was gone from his face. “Only when I have to be. I’ve been nothing but pleasant with you all evening.”
I crossed my arms. “That’s a long shot.”
“Pretty sure you’ve had more orgasms today than you’ve had all year.”
My lids popped open. “Excuse me?”
He was being cocky now. This was the Craft I was used to being around. The man who didn’t give a crap if he offended someone by speaking his mind.
“I know you haven’t had any significant others, and I know how you spend your evenings.”
“What exactly are you implying?”
He raised his chin. “Going to the bar every other Friday with work associates isn’t how you’re going to meet people.”
“I go out more than that,” I laughed, although that was a lie.
“The gym doesn’t count. Neither does the grocery store.”
I took a step back. The fucker was reading my mind. “So, people don’t normally have orgasms in public.”
“I meant from a real person. Not some battery operated vibrator.”
“Tell me,” he purred, ignoring my rising anger and taking a step toward me. “How many other men have been in your life?”
I shook my head, baffled with the direction this conversation was going. I was mad at him, and he was by passing my irritation with him. “That’s none of your business.”
“Is there someone now?”
My jaw dropped. “Do you really think I’d screw around with you if I were with someone?”
He shrugged his shoulders, and the root of my anger surfaced.
I stuck my finger at his chest, poking him hard. “Just because you’re okay with fucking every leggy blonde that walks into your office doesn’t mean I share the same standards. I actually give a damn about who I sleep with!”
He raised a brow. “So you care about me?”
My mouth clamped shut. I didn’t have a response to that, at least not one I understood. Not wanting to put up with his cocky attitude anymore, I turned on my heels and headed for the fire exit.
Chapter Fifteen
“Kelsey, stop,” he sighed, following me down the stairs.
I kept my pace, not bothering to respond.
Did I have feelings for him? He was an astounding businessman in a marketing room. I admired him for many of his work qualities, and he was one of the most handsome males I had ever come across, but he was such a jerk. He freaked out over little things like coffee and parking spaces, USB ports verses google docs.
Then there was tonight, when he would genuinely smile at me. How his voice wasn’t harsh yet soothing. He knew how to please a woman, that was for sure, but I wasn’t the hit it and quit it type girl, so why did I give in to him?
Catching up to me, he put his hand on the door knob to stop me. “What is your problem?”
The accusing tone was back, and I was dealing with Mr. Asshole again.
I spun to face him head on. “I don’t just fuck people, Craft. That’s the problem. I don’t like getting used by people.”
He put his hand on his chest. “Use you? How the fuck did I use you?”
“You got me half naked up there!”
“So, you wanted me to! Are you mad I wouldn’t take my shirt off?” I pulled in my lips, not wanting to admit that was the origin was why I got upset. His head fell backward. “Jesus!” He groaned out of frustration. His eyes were blazing, and I was thankful for the post holding me upright from shriveling at his stare. “I know those creeps would eventually come up there, and they wouldn’t hoot and holler, they’d take photos and videos. Do you think you or I need that type of exposure?”
I hugged myself. A chill creeping up my spine at the thought of Craft and I naked, only a blur covering out our private zones on the front page of the paper. It would be a scandal, and one I’d n
ever come down from, especially with how low on the totem pole I was in the marketing world. Craft would thrive from it eventually, but would get an earful from PR.
“Maybe you should get some new friends,” I whispered.
“Cody is my only friend in there. I’m only in it for the fantasy league.”
My lip stayed closed. I believed him. He wouldn’t associate directly with people who would bring him down, personally or professionally.
His jaw tensed. “Kelsey, if I wanted to use you, I’d have fucked you a long time ago. I wouldn’t bother to take pride in pleasing you, and I sure as hell wouldn’t have made you my assistant and kept you around for so long.”
A thickness formed in my throat. He was right, he had paid extra close attention to my needs. I tried to gulp it down. His words were extra personal just now, but my insecurities were beginning to play a part. “What about now? Will I have a lay-off notice letter on my desk Monday morning?”
The tenseness in his face didn’t relax. “Will I have a formal complaint written on my desk about my behavior?”
I sighed. “It takes two to tango. I’d be just as guilty of sexual harassment.”
His jaw relaxed along with the crinkles of his eyes. “I like to tango.”
A soft laughed escaped my mouth. I should have been mad at that comment, but for whatever odd reason, I thought I might erupt with giggles. This whole day had been outrageous.
“Besides, I’m sure you have a ton of sexual harassment complaints hidden somewhere,” I muttered, recalling all of the freshly fucked women who have left his office.
He furrowed his brows at me. “Why would you say that?”
“Because you fuck your interns as much as Hugh Heffner fucks his models.”
He clenched his jaw. “That’s quite judgmental of you to say.”
I raised a brow at him.
He bit his cheek and sighed. “I’m not saying I haven’t, but the numbers aren’t as high as you think they are. Women talk too, you know.”
“Not like men,” I muttered.
His lip quirked upward on one side. “No? So you wouldn’t be offended if a man denied you, but hit on your co-worker?”
“I’d have quit at life if I had that attitude.”
He held in a laugh. “Why do you think I kept you for myself?”
My insides warmed, but I shrugged as if I weren’t affected by his compliment.
“Odd, but most of these interns think they can sleep their way to the top. If one says they gave me a blow job in my office, the other thinks they need to, at least they think that will get them somewhere.”
I shook my head in disbelief, yet knew he was on point. The interns always tried to one up each other, especially with their relationships with Mr. Craft. “That’s disturbing.”
His eyes twinkled. “What? That they’d make up slut stories or that they’d give me a blow job in my office?”
I flushed, remembering the reality of what we’d done on both his desk and conference table. “Both.”
“Well, in case you were wondering, all slut stories are mostly false, along with me receiving a blow job, although, that is a fantasy of mine.”
“Slut stories?” I teased.
He smirked. “No, getting a blow job at my desk.”
“Well, it sounds like you’ve got a lineup of willing prospects.”
He studied my face, a calmness washing over me as he gazed. I thought he was going to touch my cheek, but he only caged me in, resting his hand on the pole I was leaned into. “I’m picky about who I let suck my cock.”
I shook my head and laughed. “You’re such a pig.”
We both laughed until the tenseness between us eased.
He licked his lips, never faulting eye-contact. It was hard not getting caught up in them. “You never answered my question.”
“Which one would that be?”
He tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. “Both. Your fantasy… and if you care about me.”
Taking a deep breath, I gave him a smile, then covered his hand that was holding the door handle. “I think it’s our turn to pick someone for your fantasy team.”
He frowned at my dodging his question. He didn’t need to know yet, especially when I didn’t know the answers.
Chapter Sixteen
“Choose already,” Scooter whined.
The sun was on the horizon, and it was our final turn. I’d slammed three Red Bulls throughout the night and was wired. After coming down from the rooftop, Craft and I had switched places a few times throughout the night, but now we were both sharing the chair. Sitting on his lap, I was hunched over, staring at the list of utility players. “How about, Wyatt Clampson?”
Craft pierced his lips and nodded. I smiled, then told Cody to write it down.
“Congrats, Mack Daddy, you officially have the worst fantasy baseball team in the history of our league,” Sean teased.
“You’ll regret that.” So I was a bit over confident in something I knew nothing about, but if I’d learned anything while working for Craft, confidence was key to success.
I stretched and tossed the booklet on the floor, giggling at the silly nickname Sean called him. By how Craft’s eyes found the ceiling and his jaw clenched every time he called him that, I could tell he wasn’t a fan of the name either.
Craft laughed at Sean. “We’ll see what happens.”
As I wiggled from side to side, he ran the palm of his hand up and down my spine. I closed my eyes, loving the perfect amount of pressure he applied.
He’d kept his touching friendly, nothing more than simple caresses to my legs and thighs when he was sitting on the floor. I was fine with it. I had exploded with lust enough at the mercy of his hands for the night.
Around three, he took off my chucks and massaged my feet. Normally I hated when my feet were touched, but something about seeing Craft massaging them made me smile. Not only because he was amazing at it, but because I felt a sense of power having the leader of a multi-million dollar company focusing intently on my feet. He must have felt confident in my mood toward him after the rooftop. It was childish of me getting upset over him denying me for my own good.
“I should get home,” I yawned. His hand wandered, his thumb pressing into my shoulder blade. “God, that feels so good.”
“Let’s go back to my place,” he whispered so only I could hear. “I’ll give you a good rub down.” He winked and I glared at him.
Ignoring the playboy comment, I nodded my head. If he could give me full attention with his hands, my weekend would be made.
“I’m going to go to the restroom first.”
He had dark circles under his eyes, but the blue still sparkled when he looked at me and nodded. How he looked exhausted yet delicious wasn’t a quality everyone had.
I checked out my own appearance when I found the bathroom. My makeup had done a decent job staying in place throughout the night, but could use a touch up. After using the bathroom, I fluffed my hair and headed back out, only to overhear Cody talking.
“What’s with you and the girl?”
“What about her?” It was Craft. I’d recognize that no-nonsense tone from anywhere.
“You’ve never been so into a girl. You worshipped her all night. You even let her pick your least favorite pitcher. What’s she got on you?”
“Stellenos isn’t my least favorite pitcher. Garcia is.”
Cody paused. “Yeah… she picked him.”
Craft’s words were mumbled as if he covered his mouth. “Yeah, she did, didn’t she? Must have dozed off when she picked him.”
“Or you were too busy staring at her tits. Are you feeling alright? This is really weird behavior for you. Pussies never hold you by the balls.”
I heard Craft sigh. “She might file a complaint on me.”
“What? Oh, I get it, you’re trying to sweeten her up so she doesn’t make a big deal about you fucking her in your office,” Cody laughed. “When are you going to learn getting it i
n your office only gets you into trouble?”
“This might be the time,” Craft laughed as if it were all a big joke.
Cody snorted. “I do love how she calls you Mr. Craft. You’re such a dick with the whole ‘employees can’t be on a first name basis’ shit.”
My stomach clenched with betrayal. I thought we were having a decent time. He’d opened up throughout the night, but now, it felt like he was taking it all back. Did he lie to me about everything? Was he only trying to be close to me so I wouldn’t tell HR he seduced me in his office?
Anger took over, and I stomped passed Cody and Craft.
“Ready?” He asked sincerely.
“I’ll catch a cab,” I snarled, heading for the door.
“She might have overheard you,” Cody said under his breath.
I spun on my heel. “Yeah, I did. Don’t worry, Mackenzie, you won’t get a complaint from me, in fact, you won’t ever have to see me again.”
The few guys that were left only watched with wide eyes. Had no one ever stood up to this asshole?
Craft didn’t say anything in response. I huffed, more pissed off that he didn’t have a response. Fed up with them, I marched to the elevator, repeatedly hitting the down button. I hated that I had to stand there while they all whispered, Craft standing in the kitchen next to Cody like a fucking moron in shock. He’d never been speechless, and the one time I wanted to scream and bark at him, have him say something hurtful back, he chose to keep his mouth shut. It was easier to hate him when he was being a dick.
The elevator finally opened, and I dove inside, not bothering to look back. Once it closed, tears welled up. I actually thought there might have been more to Mackenzie Craft than the full of himself asshole who controlled his empire.
Chapter Seventeen
“Kelsey!” Craft shouted after me when I stepped off of the elevator. “Wait, you didn’t hear me correctly.”
I didn’t bother responding, only cruised past him down the sidewalk in the opposite direction of his car. I held my breath, trying my damndest to get myself together. He didn’t need to see how upset I was over one night of having personal conversations with him… and having mind blowing sex without even taking our clothes off.
