by Stella Stone
A wicked, wicked idea begins to form, and I wonder if I’m brave enough to go through with it.
CHAPTER TWLEVE
SHAWN
My father walks into the office. I cover my mouth, to try to hide my giggles. I can’t believe we were almost caught and now I’m hiding beneath Liam’s desk. My face heats, as I think about our conversation. One day at a time, and monogamy. So, basically, we’re dating.
I’m dating Liam Thomas.
Me.
It doesn’t matter that there will be an end to us, this is still one of the most exciting things to have ever happened to me. He’s all I’ve ever wanted. All I crave. I place my palms on his knees and grin when he jumps from my touch.
I can’t hear exactly what my dad is saying, but I don’t care. I have one focus, and one focus only.
Sliding my hands up his thighs, I find his belt buckle and slowly unbuckle his pants. He reaches down, wrapping his hand around one of my wrists to halt my movements, but it does no good.
Once I have his zipper down, I reach inside of his pants, and pull his underwear down, wrapping my hand around his hard cock. I stroke him slowly, his hand leaving my wrist to fist the back of my hair. Leaning forward, I press my lips to the tip of his dick.
Slipping my tongue out, I taste the head of his cock, right at the seam where a bit of precum has formed. I hold back my moan, opening my mouth, I take him as far down my throat as I can.
Wrapping my hand around the base of his cock, I stroke him where he’s exposed, where my mouth can’t take him in. His grip tightens in the back of my head, but it doesn’t hurt, it makes me move faster. My drool slides down my fingers as I continue sucking him, my head bobbing up and down, letting my saliva coat his entire length.
His fingers tighten in my hair again and I think he’s going to pull me off of him, but he doesn’t. Instead, he controls my movements. Using my mouth to fuck him. It’s wrong, my father is just a few feet away, I can hear his voice. I shouldn’t be doing this, and I certainly shouldn’t be soaking my panties as I do.
Using my free hand, I pull my skirt up to my hips. When it’s finally wrapped around my hips, I shove my hand down the front of my panties and slide my fingers through my wet center. I swirl my index finger around my clit, whimpering as he uses my mouth to fuck his cock.
I continue touching myself, bringing my body to the edge. I’m almost there, my fingers moving quickly between my legs when Liam pushes his chair back, releasing my hair and his dick from my mouth.
“Liam,” I hiss.
He frowns before his lips tip up in a smirk. “He’s gone, now get your ass up here and ride me, princess.”
I crawl toward him, standing to my feet before I straddle his hips in his chair. I feel his cock press against my center and I bite the corner of my lip, sliding down his length. Liam’s hands grab ahold of my ass, holding me down once I’ve taken all of him inside of me.
LIAM
Glancing down between us, I look back up into her brown eyes and my breath is stolen. Our conversation from just minutes ago plays on repeat. I’m the second man to be here, the only one to be here more than once. She’s giving this gift to me, this gorgeous gift of her body and I don’t deserve it.
Shawn rolls her hips, moving on my cock. My fingers grip the flesh of her ass, it takes all of my restraint not to move her the way I want to. I let her roll and move the way she wants though, giving her a bit of control.
“We really shouldn’t be doing this a second time,” she groans, grinding down against me.
My fingers flex and I clench my jaw, trying to keep from coming too quickly. She feels too good, too wet, too goddamn tight. The way she’s moving, her body holding nothing back as she rides me, it’s fucking beautiful.
“You need to come, princess,” I order.
She hums, her eyes opening, hooded and full of desire. “I don’t want to. I want to stay just like this, Liam.”
Abandoning my grip on her ass, I slip one of my hands between us and press my thumb against her clit. She’s working her way inside of me, too damn quickly. What was meant to be a one night thing, a get her out of my system thing, has completely shifted into something different.
Her pussy squeezes my cock even tighter, like the tightest goddamn grip I’ve ever felt. I grit my teeth, my back tingling. My balls draw up and I moan as I empty inside of her. Shawn’s hips move, her orgasm taking over until she stills and falls against my chest.
I can feel her cunt milking me, as I twitch inside of her. My hands slide up her back, as I hold her against me. “You’re mine, Shawn,” I breathe against her ear.
“I am,” she agrees, her lips against my ear.
There is something hanging in the air between us. Something neither of us mentions and I know what it is. She is mine, but that doesn’t take away the fact that I can’t keep her forever. Not with the relationship I have with her dad. I know our business would suffer, if it didn’t completely fall apart.
The longer I hold her, I wonder if I would mind so much. I like having her here. I fucking love being inside of her. I love how right it all feels.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
SHAWN
After cleaning up, I make my way back to my desk. I spend the rest of the day attempting to concentrate on my work, but all I can think about is the ache between my legs and the fact that Liam claimed me as his.
We’re together now. Although it’s not something we can scream from the rooftops. My dad would freak the fuck out if we did, at least right now. Liam is fifteen years older than me, a fact that my dad won’t like, yet it’s one of the many pluses for me. There are so many pluses when it comes to Liam, and I wonder if this is what it feels like to start falling in love with someone.
A new email comes through my computer and I grin when I open it.
From: LIAM THOMAS
Date: July 10, 2018 at 4:46 PM
To: SHAWN JENKINS
Subject: Dinner
TONIGHT. YOU AND ME. MY PLACE. SEVEN.
I’LL COOK
-L.
Dinner. He’ll cook. My heart practically bursts from my chest at the thought of him making dinner for me. Cooking for me. I purse my lips together, cracking my fingers before I respond.
From: SHAWN JENKINS
Date: July 10, 2018 at 4:48 PM
To: LIAM THOMAS
Subject: Re: Dinner
Liam,
Though your invitation is appealing, I would prefer your breakfast over dinner. Take me out tonight, Liam. Show me what it means to be yours.
Shawn
I press send and a few seconds later, I hear chuckling from behind his closed door. I’m jotting down my to-do list for tomorrow when I hear my inbox chime. My face heats, assuredly turning red as I lift my hand to my mouse and open the message.
From: LIAM THOMAS
Date: July 10, 2018 at 4:50 PM
To: SHAWN JENKINS
Subject: Re: Re: Dinner
I WILL PICK YOU UP AT YOUR CONDO AT 6:30. BE READY. NO PANTIES. PACK A BAG.
-LIAM
I don’t respond to his email. I go about logging out of my computer system, powering down and gathering my things to leave for the day. Once I’m finished, I stand and make my way toward Liam’s office. I open the door, peeking my head inside. He lifts his to look at me, a small smile playing on his lips. My face heats and I know it’s turning bright red as I look at him.
“I’ll see you at six-thirty,” I say.
His eyes glitter as his smile widens. “I’ll be there, princess,” he murmurs.
Turning away from him, I practically skip toward the elevator. I only have an hour and a half to shower, get dressed and… pack a bag. I’m so excited, I don’t care if I seem childish, I’m practically vibrating.
LIAM
Picking u
p my phone, I call Al Forno, and make reservations for two at seven tonight. I ask for somewhere near the back, knowing that Leonardo enjoys the restaurant as well. I may not know much about Shawn, but I do know she likes Italian food as much as her father does.
Hurrying home, I shower and change for my date. I laugh, thinking about that. Date. I haven’t had one since college, then again, I haven’t had a girlfriend since college and here I am. I button up my shirt, taking a last look in the mirror before I head out.
I have a smile on my face, an honest to God smile. Matter of fact, I have smiled more in the past two days than I have in years. That’s Shawn, she makes me happy. Not just because I’ve fucked her so many times I’ve lost count, but because she’s her—Shawn.
Rushing toward her condo, I break a few laws I’m sure, but I don’t care. I’m not through with her, not by a goddamn long-shot, and at this pace I don’t know if I ever will be. She’s working her way deep into my system, and I wonder if I’ll ever work her out.
Then I wonder if I will ever want to. I’m liking where she is, how good she feels, and the way she lights up a goddamn room just by walking into it—the way she lights up my room.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
SHAWN
It takes me far too long to get ready for tonight. I decide on a little black dress, something I haven’t worn in a while, something that I can’t even wear panties with, if I wanted to.
The straps are an inch thick, it’s scoop neck, hits just below my ass and made of a soft cotton material. My shoes are the best part of it though, they’re red with thin high heels and sexy as sin.
I hear a knock on the door and reach down to grab my small bag. I practically sprint down my stairs, almost slipping and falling. I catch myself, just barely, before I reach the front door. Wrapping my fingers around the handle, I check the peephole before I open it, and I swoon where I’m standing.
Liam is on the other side of the door. He’s wearing a pair of navy blue slacks that are a straight cut fit, almost skinny. A dark gray shirt with his sleeves rolled up to his elbows and he’s wearing a navy vest that matches his pants. He looks sexy. His hair is tousled, messy, and just plain delicious.
I let out a breath, pulling the door open and looking up at him with a smile. His eyes travel down my body, stopping at the hem of my dress before they come back up.
“Go change,” he growls. Tilting my head to the side, I wait for him to elaborate. “That’s too short. Everyone will be staring at you, staring at what’s mine, and thinking about you naked.”
I don’t respond to him, I simply step out onto my front porch, locking my condo door behind me and tip my head back. “Good. Let them stare. I know who I’m going home with,” I say, leaning forward as I press my lips against his. “And it isn’t them.”
Liam’s hand shoots out and his fingers dig into my ass, grabbing ahold of me. “I know it isn’t them, Shawn. I still don’t want them to look at what’s mine,” he growls.
I drop my bag, pressing my palms against his chest while I tip my head back to look at him. “You know I want you, Liam. Just you,” I breathe.
His lips crash against mine, his fingers gripping me even tighter. I already have bruises on my ass from his finger prints earlier this afternoon, but I welcome more. They feel amazing, they look even better.
“To the car, Shawn. You’re going to have a long fucking night,” he growls.
My lips turn up into a smile, one that I cannot hold back. “I’m aching for you already, Liam,” I admit.
His mouth brushes mine and his lips press against my own, his tongue filling me for a brief moment. “I plan on keeping your pussy, needy, greedy, and sore, Shawn. I hope you can handle that.”
My pussy and stomach clench at the same time, then I feel wetness between my legs. I press them together, feeling it leak onto my inner thighs. I’m excited for what he’s promising, and I crave it, crave him.
“Sounds perfect,” I breathe.
He chuckles shaking his head a couple times before he releases my ass. I watch as he leans down, picking up my bag. “Let’s get you fed so we can finish our evening with hours of dessert,” he winks.
A shiver of excitement rolls throughout my entire body. I can’t wait. I simply cannot wait for what is to come. I feel like a kid at Christmas. I feel like a woman possessed. A greedy, dick hungry, woman possessed.
I can’t believe that this is my life—this, him, us.
LIAM
Gripping the steering wheel, I’m glad when we finally arrive at the restaurant. I want nothing more than to drive straight home and take her in every way imaginable. She made it clear she wanted dinner out tonight though, so dinner out, is what she’ll have. I’m already making concessions for her, and yet, I find that I don’t mind it much.
“Ready?” I ask as I shift the car into park.
She doesn’t say anything right away, so I turn to face her, worried that she’s upset about something, maybe my choice in restaurant. Shawn reaches for my hand, grabbing it in her own smaller one.
“Thank you, Liam. I know you didn’t really want to take me out, but thank you. I just…” her words trail off.
Slipping my hand from hers, I wrap my hand around her cheek. “Just, what, princess?”
Her cheeks turn red, her eyes dart around and then finally she speaks. “I’ve never been on a date before,” she shrugs.
Leaning forward, I press my lips against hers. My heart aches for the fact that she’s a twenty-five year old who has never been on a date before. She’s truly innocent, completely alluring, and mine. Fuck. She is mine.
“Then tonight, you’ll be wined and dined, Shawn.”
I sneak my tongue out, tasting her bottom lip before I release her. I open my door, unfolding from the seat, then jog over to her side, opening her door for her. I watch as she shifts out of the car, and like a pervert, I try to catch a glimpse of her pantyless pussy. I fail.
Sliding my hand around her, resting my palm on her lower back, we walk toward the restaurant. It’s fairly busy for a Tuesday evening and I’m surprised, but maybe I shouldn’t be. Al Forno is one of the best restaurants in town.
“Ready, princess?” I ask, dipping my chin to look down on her, my hand resting on the handle of the door.
Shawn grins, looking up at me. “I am, Liam. So ready.”
Stepping over the threshold feels bigger than it probably should. It feels like more than just a date, more than two lovers grabbing a bite to eat. It feels life altering. Like this is something bigger than us.
Tonight is going to change us, change exactly what we define ourselves as. Our discussion today put the wheels in motion, but tonight, this moment and the rest of the evening, this is catapulting it. Moving our relationship forward, and fucking fast.
Fuck.
I didn’t think I wanted this, didn’t think I was ready, but I’m here, and I should feel panicked. I don’t. Instead, I feel oddly calm and comfortable. I know why, too. It’s her, it’s Shawn. She’s what I’ve been searching for, what I’ve needed all of these years.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
LIAM
Once we’re seated, I order wine and water for both of us. Shawn doesn’t seem put off that I ordered for her or if she is she doesn’t say anything. I don’t order her food, just wine. Fuck, do men still do that these days? I don’t know how to date, or what the fuck I’m doing.
The waiter returns, so we order our food. I feel like a nervous teenager. I planned on tonight being much sexier than this, but I’m fucking drowning.
“Tell me something about you. Something nobody else knows,” she quietly demands.
I’m surprised by the question, lifting my eyes to hers I tip my head to the side as I think about what she’s asking me. I sink my teeth into the corner of my bottom lip.
Leaning forward, I speak in a hushed tone. “I’m a workaholic,” I say as if it’s some big secret.
Shawn smiles, then I feel her hand wrap around my wrist. “Fi
ne, I’ll ask you what I’m curious about then,” she states. “What about children, did or do, you ever want them?”
The question takes me by surprise. I almost tell her that it isn’t her business, that it isn’t her place to ask something like that. However, that isn’t the case. She’s not just Shawn the intern as she sits across from me, she’s Shawn—mine.
“I couldn’t see having them with Karen. She never broached the topic, so it was actually a relief.”
The look that crosses Shawn’s face is full of sadness, and pity. Her hand leaves my wrist and then her brown eyes meet mine. “I thought I was going to die alone. I’m twenty-five, but when you haven’t dated anyone, ever, it seems like a real possibility,” she shrugs.
I snort at her words, “Impossible, you’re beautiful, sexy, sweet and smart. You wouldn’t be alone, not in a million years.”
Shawn’s face turns pink and I smile at the sight. She looks even more beautiful when she blushes, her innocence on full display. Our food arrives, interrupting our conversation and I watch as she sucks in a deep breath, then releases it.
“Thank you for saying that, Liam,” Shawn whispers a few minutes later.
Shaking my head, I reach across beneath the table and wrap my fingers around her knee. Squeezing her leg, I keep my eyes focused on hers. “Just speaking the truth, princess.”
I wish I had longer arms, or that she was sitting closer to me, I would show her exactly how much truth there was to my statement, right here. “I was such a nerd in school,” she giggles a second later.
