by Stella Stone
He smiles, tilting his head to the side. “My favorite part about coming to your office is the eye candy, Liam. Had I known, I would have rescheduled,” he laughs.
The pencil I hold in my hand snaps, my fingers gripping the broken pieces. I am able to hold back the growl that threatens to escape my lips, but barely. Bob doesn’t catch on to my irritation, he quickly moves the conversation on to business.
About an hour into the meeting I’m about to tell Bob to shut the fuck up when my door opens. It’s Leonardo and he looks concerned as his eyes travel over Bob and land on me.
“Leo?” Bob asks, standing from his seat.
Leonardo lifts his chin, then his gaze finds mine. “Have you seen, Shawn? I called her a few times last night, then again this morning. She’s not here, and I haven’t heard from her,” he explains.
I clear my throat. I could tell him last night she was busy with my cock, but I don’t. “She called in, said she had a bit of a hangover. I gave her the day off,” I lie.
Relief floods my friends face and I feel guilty as fuck. I should tell him the truth, should let him know what we did all night. Well, maybe not in detail, but I feel like a fucking asshole. Here he was worried about her, and I was busy claiming her cunt.
Bob and Leo leave me alone a few minutes later, and I let out a sigh of my own relief. I’m finally alone with my thoughts, my thoughts about Shawn and her sweet body. The rest of the day is a waste. I get as much done as my mind will let me—which isn’t very fucking much.
I leave early, sliding into the driver’s seat of my car and letting out a breath. Gripping the steering wheel, I debate on going home or going where I desire.
My cock screams at me, practically begging and pleading on one particular destination. I ignore it, completely fucking ignore it, and I hate myself for it the rest of the night.
SHAWN
I stay in bed all day. I don’t want television or to read. I just stare at the wall like a fool. I wait for Liam to show up after five, but he never does. By ten, I’ve completely given up the hope that he’ll come.
He played me for a fool, an absolute fool. He knew I’d been crushing on him. He knew he could get me to drop my panties in an instant, and I played right into his hand.
Closing my eyes, I beg for sleep to take over, it never does. By the next morning I look exactly how I feel, like a fucking disaster. My eyes are puffy, my hair is a tangled wild mess and not from Liam’s hands, but from tossing and turning for hours.
It doesn’t take me long to get dressed for the workday. When my clothes are on, my hair is brushed, and my makeup is applied, to hide the dark circles beneath my eyes, I let out a sigh.
My skirt is black and tight, shorter than I would normally wear. My shoes black and higher heels than I typically would wear for work. My top, spaghetti strap, emerald green, low cut and silk. My hair is long and straight—Liam Thomas can go fuck himself.
Leaving my condo, I lock the door and head toward work.
The parking lot is full, like it always is for peons that don’t have their own personal spot. I’m forced to park down the street in public parking, yet again.
I should have taken my dad up on his offer to make my life a little easier here. But no, I had to be stubborn and say that I wanted to do this all on my own.
Once I’m parked, I gather my bag and hurry toward the building. The sidewalk is busy with people walking toward their own jobs and I let out a sigh. I’m tired, and nervous. My stomach clenches at the thought of seeing Liam in a few minutes.
Everything is going to be completely awkward, I decide as I wrap my hand around the door handle. I’m going to ask my father for a transfer today. There is just no way I’ll be able to work for Liam anymore. Not like this.
My stomach twists as the elevator doors open and I step inside. I only climb one floor when it stops and opens again. I bite back a groan, when Mike walks on. He sidles up next to me and I feel his breath touch my shoulder.
“Hey, Shawn,” he breathes.
I suppress my shiver, it’s the hardest thing I’ve done today, so far. Turning my head slightly, I shift my gaze up to him and give him a tight smile.
“Hey, Mike. How’s it going.”
He reaches out, his finger touches my shoulder for just a brief second, my stomach rolls when he does. “How about you go out with me Friday night?” he asks.
The elevator car doors open and I don’t look at who walks on, I’m frozen in shock that creepy Mike has asked me out.
A throat clears and I turn my head to see none other than Liam standing there glaring.
CHAPTER TEN
LIAM
I can’t believe that she’s standing so close to Mike, that he’s breathing down her neck and taking in every inch of her perfect cleavage. I want to level him with my fist, beat the absolute shit out of him, but I can’t. So instead, I glare at Shawn.
“Um, I’m sorry Mike. I really can’t this weekend, maybe some other time?” she practically squeaks.
I clench my fist, balling it up and preparing for battle when the elevator doors open again. Mike throws out his hand to keep the doors open. He’s one lucky fuck that he’s getting off right now. “I’ll hold you to that, Shawn. Have a good day,” he calls out.
As soon as he walks away and the doors close, I turn to Shawn. “You go out with him and I’ll beat the shit out of him before I spank you black and blue,” I growl.
Shawn’s breath hitches, she tips her head back and her eyes stare up at me, narrowed and angry. She looks cute. Really fucking cute, and I’m pissed off at the combination, which is highly fucking annoying.
“Last time I checked, I was single and I could do what I please,” she snaps.
I frown, wondering why she looks so pissed. “Do as you please?” I ask lifting a brow and crossing my arms over my chest.
The elevator doors open, and she walks off. I follow right behind her. She stops once she’s reached her desk. She turns her head to look up at me. “Yes, Liam. I am single and I will do as I please.”
She doesn’t leave any room for discussion, so I decide to let her stew. If she wants to think she’s single for the next couple of hours, what the fuck do I care? She’ll know the truth of it before she leaves for the day.
That body is mine. One hundred percent—every fucking square inch.
SHAWN
That bastard.
The fucking asshole.
I think to myself as I pound on my keyboard answering the messages that accumulated from the weekend, and yesterday. Then, once those are answered, I begrudgingly walk over to the coffee cart. I smirk to myself, pretty damn proud that I made him wait an hour and a half before I had a coffee made for him, forcing him to wait for his caffeine fix.
Sucking in a deep breath, I turn the knob to his office door and exhale. I step inside, hurrying toward his desk and set the drink down. I take a step back and start to turn around when he wraps his hand around my wrist.
“Don’t leave,” he mutters.
“What do you want?” I sigh.
In a flash, he’s in front of me, his hands cupping my cheeks and his black eyes searching my own. “What do I want?” he asks, his voice gentle.
I stare up at him, opening my mouth to speak, when his lips crash against my own and his tongue fills me. I whimper, placing my hands at his waist and fisting his shirt with my fingers. I know I’m wrinkling his expensive shirt, but I don’t care.
Liam moans and I swallow the sound. Pressing my breasts against his chest, I attempt to relieve the ache. His teeth nip my lips, nibbling on them, before he kisses down the front of my neck to the bottom of my collarbone.
“I want you, Shawn,” he rasps against my skin.
My head falls back and I arch closer to him, pushing my breasts out, practically begging for him to touch, lick, bite—take them, and me. I’m completely lost to him, my brain and good sense is apparently on vacation because I’m no longer pissed, I’m just plain greedy and hungry fo
r his touch.
His teeth playfully bite the flesh of my breasts. I can do nothing but moan, and whimper with each nibble of his teeth against my skin. “Please, Liam. Please,” I shamelessly plead.
“Please what, Shawn? What do you want, princess?” he exhales, his breath sliding over my skin.
I don’t say anything, I slip my hands around his shoulders and give them a squeeze before I lean forward. “Stop being an asshole, Liam. Fuck me like you promised you were going to yesterday,” I demand, sinking my nails into his shoulders.
“Fuck,” he groans.
He doesn’t say anything else, he bends down slightly, wrapping his hands around my ass and he picks me up. I expect him to set me on the desk, but he doesn’t. He walks with me wrapped around him, until my back hits the door with a thud. His hands slide down, grasping my skirt in his fists as he tugs it up to my hips.
“Don’t wear anything this tight again, Shawn,” he announces between kisses on my neck.
“Why?” I breathe.
He chuckles, his fingers, moving my panties to the side before I hear his belt clink. “Because it’s too goddamn tight and I can’t get it up as easy as I’d like. I want easy access, princess.”
A shiver rolls through my entire body at his words. Leaning forward, it’s my turn to sink my teeth into his bottom lip, gently before I speak. “Yes, sir.”
He smirks as his cock slams inside of me with one swift thrust. My head falls back, hitting the door with a second thud. Liam doesn’t pause, he doesn’t allow me to adjust to his size or to the ache he left between my legs Sunday night. He fucks me hard and fast against his office door.
“Shit,” I hiss as his pelvis grinds against my clit.
He grunts, his head tipped down as he watches between us. “So sexy, the way you take me, Shawn,” he groans.
“I’m close,” I warn.
Liam lifts his head, a smirk appearing on his lips before he speaks. “Yeah princess, I know. Squeeze me. Make that tight little pussy strangle me.”
“Oh, God,” I moan as my pussy clamps down around his cock.
Liam slams into me a few more times, the sound of my body being pushed against the door, echoing through his quiet office until he buries his face in my neck and lets out his own long groan. His cock hardens before it twitches inside of me as he fills me with his release.
My legs, which are wrapped around his hips, pull him in tighter enjoying the way he feels inside of me, trying to keep him there longer. “You may not do as you please, Shawn. You’re mine,” he growls.
“Until when?” I ask, my heart slamming against my chest as I wait for the answer.
Liam lifts his head, his black eyes meeting mine. “Until it’s no longer fun,” he smirks.
I hate his time limit, or lack thereof. It speaks volumes without him actually clarifying anything. I’m for fun. Fucking me is only a game, and when he’s bored with my body, when the excitement of fucking a twenty-five year old is over, he’ll toss me to the side and move on. He’ll probably move onto someone closer to his age, someone who is intellectually on his same level. Someone he can relate to.
He slips out of me, gently setting me to my feet as he pulls up his pants and adjusts himself. I lean against the door, trying not to cry at what I already knew was the truth, and yet, didn’t want to face.
Liam walks over to his desk, grabbing a couple tissues before making his way back to me. He cleans me, and a tear almost escapes, but I concentrate hard on keeping it at bay. I refuse to let him see me cry—ever.
I watch as he walks back to his desk, as if he didn’t just fuck me against his door and clean me. He tosses the tissue in the trash and takes a seat, reaching for his morning coffee. “We’ll do lunch today, make a reservation wherever you want to go, princess,” he orders.
“Okay,” I say, but the word comes out shaky.
He lifts his gaze to meet my own. “You all right?” he asks. I nod, a little too eagerly and stand up straight.
“I’m fine, just a lot to do for the morning,” I lie. Slipping out of his office, I feel worse than I did walking inside just a few moments ago.
Instead of feeling like a one-time used toy, I feel like a whore. A slut.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
LIAM
Work. It’s always been my downfall. I’ve spent the last twenty years building my business, working overtime day in and day out. Work has been one constant, it’s always there. Even when my personal life was falling apart and turning to shit, the office always awaited me.
Now, I wish I could take time off, snatch Shawn and close ourselves up at an island resort somewhere. With my head down, I ignore that dream and get to work.
Just when I’m about to turn my computer off and head to lunch, I get an urgent email that lands in my inbox.
“Shit,” I hiss when I read over the information.
This needs to be handled, and now. I can’t even put it off an hour to go to lunch. Picking up my phone, I place a call to Shawn’s desk. I watch her jump and turn her head, her hand reaches for the phone slowly and then her sweet voice hits my ear.
“Liam Thomas’ office,” she rasps.
I chuckle. “It’s me, princess. I can’t go to lunch, an emergency just popped up. Can you head out and pick something up for us? We’ll eat in my office,” I explain.
“Okay,” she exhales and I can’t tell if she’s relieved or disappointed.
Watching her stand, she gathers her purse, her skirt still slightly wrinkled from earlier when I fucked her against the door. I shake my head with a grin at the memory. I’ll never be able to look at my empty door again the same. Unable to ignore the job on my desk, I decide to dive right in.
I feel like I’ve been working for hours when there’s a light knock on my office door. I lift my head slightly, my eyes looking at the door as it opens just a crack and Shawn’s sexy ass slips inside.
She doesn’t speak as she walks up to my desk, sets the bag of food down, and turns around. “Stop,” I order.
Her body freezes, her spine straightens and my eyes roam over her. She’s stiff, uncomfortable looking, and it pisses me off. “Come over here,” I growl.
Woodenly, she walks around my desk and attempts to stand in front of me. Turning in my chair, I don’t let her. Wrapping my hands around her waist, I tug her down onto my lap, her ass landing on my thigh which causes me to groan—it feels so fucking good to have her against me.
“Are you pissed because we didn’t go to lunch?” I ask, nuzzling her neck.
Anybody could walk into my office and catch us at any time, but I don’t really give a fuck, not right now at least.
SHAWN
Pissed because we didn’t go to lunch? Is he serious with me right now?
I’m so pissed, I’m surprised steam doesn’t pour out of my ears. I attempt to push away from him, but he holds me closer, tighter. His arms are too strong and a couple of hours ago that was a good thing, especially when he had to hold me up against the door while he fucked me.
“It doesn’t matter, Liam,” I sigh.
He grunts against my neck, his teeth nipping my skin before he leans back. I turn my gaze to his, taken aback by his black eyes. They almost glitter and it isn’t with desire, it’s with clear annoyance.
“It does matter.”
Looking down at my lap, I twist my fingers together. “This is just for fun right? I’m yours until you’re done, and then you’ll be moving on?”
His body locks up tightly, his arms strong around me. One of his hands wraps around the side of my neck and his thumb caresses my bottom lip.
“Princess,” he exhales, his lips twitching into a smile. “Not just for a few fucks, but I honestly don’t know how this will all play out. Let’s just take it one day at a time.”
God, I want to hit him, kiss him, fuck him, then hit him again. He’s so damn frustrating. I want him, I want us, I want more. One night was not enough with him, and how I felt yesterday and this morning? It was th
e worst feeling of my life.
“I’ve never done this before,” I admit with a whisper. He frowns, obvious confusion laced in his features. “I haven’t dated. Not really, I lost my virginity in college on a drunken dare. Sorority bullshit, they found out I was a virgin,” I shrug.
Liam’s eyes widen and he looks away. I see the moment guilt rolls through him. I didn’t want to tell him, I didn’t want him to know, nobody knows other than my sisters and that feels like a lifetime ago. He’s only the second man I’ve been with, and the first was a one-time thing.
“I’m a dick,” he grumbles. “Shawn, I don’t…”
I hold up my hand, stopping him from speaking. “I didn’t tell you for you to feel guilty or sorry for me, or anything like that. I told you so that you would know. I’m new at all of this. I don’t really know what I’m doing or what’s acceptable, or what’s expected,” I explain.
Liam leans forward, his mouth gently touching mine, his tongue peeks out to taste my lips. I open my mouth, accepting his kiss and whimpering when he tastes me. His tongue fucks me. Closing my eyes, I enjoy the way he feels.
My hands wrap around the back of his neck and I press closer to him. Liam’s hands leave my face, his fingers grip my hips, hard and unyielding. When he breaks the kiss, it’s with a heavy breath and we rest our foreheads against one another.
“I haven’t dated since I was in college,” he whispers. “I don’t know what the future will look like, Shawn. I know that I can’t share you, though. I want you, all of you. You’re mine,” he states.
I gulp, nodding my head a few times. I close my eyes, pinching them tightly before I let out a shaky breath. “Okay. Monogamy and one day at a time?” I ask.
He leans back, a smile twitching his lips. He looks less stressed, happier than I’ve ever seen him. “Yeah, princess. Monogamy, one day at a time.”
There’s a jiggle of his handle, I yelp dropping down between his legs and backing up, under his desk. Then I hear my father’s voice booming through the room. Liam, rolls his chair closer to his desk, his crotch at my eyeline.
