Breaching the Contract

by Chantal Fernando

  I WAKE UP TO the sound of the TV on, my migraine gone, and still in my work clothes. Assuming Callie let herself in again, I sit up, rubbing my forehead, and walk into the living room. When I see Tristan there, casually dressed and smirking at the screen, I come to a stop. Remembering the events before I fell asleep, I walk to him and sit down next to him, leaning my head on his chest. A line has been crossed, and now it’s all blurred, but for once I just want to act how I want to with him, instead of restraining myself or feeling the need to “talk it out.” His arms come around me, and I breathe in his spicy scent.

  “How are you feeling?” he asks me in a deep rumble. He pushes my hair off my neck, and I smile, unable to believe I’m here right now, in his arms, like we do this every day. Like there’s nothing wrong with us showing affection.

  “Much better,” I tell him, studying him. “You went home and then came back?”

  He nods and tucks my hair back behind my ear. “I sorted the kids out, had a shower and changed, then asked Anne if she can stay overnight. I didn’t want to just leave you like that, Kat. You were out of it.”

  “Thank you for looking after me,” I tell him in a soft whisper, and I know we’re both playing a very dangerous game right now. I want him to kiss me—I mean really kiss me—but I don’t think we can come back from that.

  “Don’t look at me like that, Kat,” he all but growls.

  “Like what?”

  “Like you want me to do everything I’ve been daydreaming about doing to you since the second I first laid eyes on you.”

  I gulp and then boldly say, “What do you want to do to me?”

  “Kat,” he warns, gaze dropping to my lips. “I don’t know what you want me to do here. Be strong and deny this thing between us, or be weak and let us both have what we want.”

  “For once in your life, Tristan, be weak.”

  That’s all it takes, because in a split second his lips are on mine, and his hands are in my hair as he pushes me back onto the couch, taking control, giving us both what we need. He tastes so good, like spearmint, and his mouth knows exactly what it’s doing against mine. I run my hands down his back, then lift up his T-shirt to feel the muscles there. How many times have I thought about touching him but never thought I’d get that chance? And now he’s in my apartment, kissing me, leaving me breathless. He presses a kiss to my ear, then moves down my neck, and I gently dig my nails into his back. Neck kisses are my weakness, and I’m about to beg him to do a whole lot more than just kiss me. His lips find my collarbone and explore before trailing back up along my neck to my lips once more.

  “Tristan,” I plead, although I have no idea what for.

  This is wrong, yet nothing has ever felt more right. I’ve never wanted anything more. My head is all cloudy, dazed, as if I’m already lost in him. I can feel how hard he is against me, but he does nothing other than kiss me, taking his time, learning me.

  “Fuck, Kat,” he grits out, pulling away and looking down at me. The look he gives me is all-consuming. It’s filled with lust and want, those blue eyes telling me without words how badly he needs me right now. But when I look deeper, buried beneath all of that is uncertainty. If we had sex right now, would he regret it? Because I can’t think of anything worse than that.

  He gets off the couch and starts to pace. I guess his conscience is starting to fight against the hardness of his cock.

  “Tristan,” I murmur, sitting up and fixing my top, which was exposing the slight curve of my upper breast.

  He sits down next to me and turns to me.

  “I can’t stop thinking about you,” he admits, a muscle ticking in his jaw. “I don’t know what it is, but I haven’t thought about a woman so much since . . .”

  Since his wife?

  The air thickens, tension building between us at his words. I don’t know what he wants me to say, so I go with honesty. “I want you.”

  There, I said it.

  “I like that you can’t stop thinking about me, and I like it even more that you finally admitted it.” I reach over and rest my hand on his thigh, then glance up at him. “And I like your kisses and the way that you taste, and I want more.”

  “I’m essentially your boss,” he exclaims, closing his eyes as my fingers start to wander. “I don’t think this is what Jaxon wanted me to be teaching you.”

  “Who said you’d be teaching me anything?” I ask with a raised brow. “Maybe it’s me who can teach you a thing or two.”

  He makes a growling sound deep in his throat, his eyes snapping open. I move to my knees in front of him and touch the button of his jeans. “Yes or no. Are you in, or are you out, Tristan?”

  I don’t know who has more to lose here. Yes, he’s in the higher position, but his career is set in stone. Mine however isn’t; I’m a nobody, and if this got out it could ruin my reputation and career. How would it get out though? The only people who will know are us, and neither of us is going to say anything. Besides, he owns the firm. Well, half of it anyway.

  He leans down, grabs my nape, gently pulling my head by the back of my hair, and kisses me.

  It’s a possessive, deep kiss that sends tingles right to my lower belly.

  I’m going to take that as a yes.

  chapter 13

  HIS HANDS COVER THE span of my lower back and gently run up my spine, lifting my blouse up with them. I let go of his face to allow him to pull my top off, which ends up on my carpeted floor. I undo the button of his jeans, then slowly pull the zipper down while looking into his eyes, the only sound in the room our heavy breathing. He lifts his hips and helps me remove his jeans, leaving him in just a pair of black boxers. I can’t help but stare. His cock looks so big straining against the cotton, and I lick my lips before taking it out in my hands, loving the feel of him, velvet over steel, so hard and soft at the same time. I stroke him a few times, enjoying the little growling sound he makes before taking him into my mouth and sucking the head. He has the biggest penis I’ve ever seen in real life, and I hope I can do this right and drive him crazy with my tongue and my mouth. I move my mouth down, until I’ve taken as much of him into my mouth as I can, hollowing my cheeks and sucking hard. He twines his hands in my hair, pulling gently.

  “Kat,” he half whispers, half rumbles. “Fuck, that feels so good.”

  His words encourage me, and I deep-throat him until my gag reflex kicks in and then I retreat. He gently pushes me off him, losing patience with me, and lifts me in his arms. He carries me to my bed and all but throws me on it, then pulls down my pencil skirt and panties.

  Spreading my thighs, he stares down at my pussy and then back up at me, his eyes a darker blue than I’ve ever seen. When he lowers his head, his tongue peeking out to taste me, I moan and arch my back. It’s been a while since someone has gone down on me, and for it to be him . . . I don’t know how much of this I’m going to be able to handle. I’m so on edge, so turned on, I can literally feel how wet I am for him, how badly I want him to fuck me, and how desperately I need to come. I’m in nothing but a navy lace bra, and I pull the straps and cups down, wanting him to touch me there too. He takes the hint and lifts one hand up to pinch and play with my nipples, all while his tongue works his magic, sliding in and out, then up to my clit to nibble, play, and suck.

  “Tristan,” I moan, letting go of his hair and grabbing on to the thin white bedsheets, clasping them in my palms. “I’m going to come.”

  He sucks harder on my clit, which sends me right over the edge. My thighs start to tremble, the pleasure spreading outward from my lower belly down to my thighs and legs. I take deep breaths, little mewling sounds escaping me as wave after wave hits me.

  “Oh my god,” I whisper to myself, moaning louder as he slides a finger inside of me. I slam my head back against the pillow, licking my suddenly parched lips. As I come back to myself, I glance down at him. His face is still
between my legs, his eyes on mine. I don’t feel shy, even though he’s right in front of my pussy, because he’s already seen everything I have to offer.

  “That was amazing,” I tell him, my voice scratchy and hoarse.

  “You’re amazing,” he returns, flashing me a wolfish grin. I force myself to sit up on my knees and kiss him, tasting myself on his lips and not caring. I wrap my arms around him and he lifts me up, so I also wrap my legs around him as he stands.

  “I want you to fuck me,” I tell him boldly, kissing down his jaw. He turns and sits on the bed, me straddling him. He’s still hard, and I grind myself against him. “Remove them,” I demand, sick of his half-on, half-off boxer shorts that are still in the way.

  For what might be the first time ever, he listens and removes them. Finally, with nothing between us, I take his length into my greedy hands and place him at the entrance of my pussy. Without a word, he slowly starts pushing himself inside of me, inch by inch, as we look each other in the eye and watch each emotion play over our faces, each show of pleasure. I bite my bottom lip when he’s fully inside of me, and slowly start to rock my hips.

  “You feel fucking perfect,” he tells me, voice husky. He kisses me, hands cupping the globes of my ass and squeezing tightly. I start to move faster, quicker, deeper, wanting him to come, to feel the same pleasure that he gave me only moments ago. He feels so good inside of me, so full. Tristan rolls me over onto my back, taking control of the situation, thrusting into me, his mouth now kissing down to my breasts, licking and sucking my nipples. When he gently bites down on them, I whimper loudly, unable to stop myself.

  “Like that, do you?” he asks against one of my nipples, before sucking it back into his mouth with an audible pop. I don’t bother answering because he knows it’s true. Apparently I enjoy just a tiny bit of pain with my pleasure. He rolls onto his back so I can ride him, my breasts bouncing up and down with each movement. He licks his finger, then starts to roll my clit with each thrust I make, and I start to lose control once more.

  “Fuck,” I whisper to myself, letting my head hang backward on my neck, arching my body to give him more access to the most sensitive part of me. “Tristan,” I plead, as I feel another orgasm approaching. This time though, he comes with me, jerking his hips up as he finishes inside of me. When we’re both done, I all but fall onto his chest with him still inside me. He places a sweet, soft kiss to my temple and then another to my forehead. As reality hits me, I realize just how much things have changed because of our actions this evening.

  I slept with my boss.

  He slept with his associate.

  And now we’re still going to have to see each other every day after this, work together and pretend like this never happened. I know it’s not going to be easy, but I want to do this again.

  With him.

  Over and over again, as a matter of fact.

  Does he regret it? I’m too scared to ask.

  “Are you okay?” he asks me, kissing my earlobe, making the hairs on my skin prick up in a good way. “You’ve gone deathly quiet.”

  “Just enjoying the moment,” I tell him, glancing up at him. I press a kiss onto his neck and then another onto his mouth. “Maybe I should get migraines more often.”

  He chuckles and then kisses me again.

  I can’t keep my hands off him, and it seems like the feeling is mutual. “Do you have to go home?” I ask, hoping he can spend the night in my bed but understanding if he can’t. He has children, and they have to come first.

  “I’ll stay for a few hours, then head home,” he tells me. “But I’d stay the whole night if I could.”

  I smile against his neck. “Well, I guess we better make the most of the time we do have, right?”

  “Yep,” he murmurs, rolling over so he’s on top of me. “Are you on the pill?”

  I nod. “Probably should’ve asked me that before you came inside of me.”

  “Wasn’t exactly thinking right in that moment,” he says with a grin. “I believe you had me a little distracted, Katerina.”

  “Full naming me, hey,” I tease, wrapping my thighs around his tight ass. “Are you distracted now? If not, I think I’ll need to try a little harder.”

  “Don’t think I can get any harder right now.” He grins, then slams his lips down on mine.

  Fuck.

  He’s hard again.

  So soon.

  I smile against his lips.

  chapter 14

  “WHY ARE YOU SMILING so much?” Hunter asks, examining my face. He turns to Yvonne. “Have you ever seen her smile so much?”

  “I’ve never seen anyone smile that much,” she says to me, giving me a curious look. “You know who else was smiling today?”

  She and Hunter exchange a look.

  “No fucking way,” Hunter exclaims, head turning to me. “Really?”

  Goddammit, there is no way they could have guessed this after being around me for twenty minutes. So much for keeping this one a secret.

  “I have no idea what you’re talking about,” I tell both of them, looking them in the eye in turn. “Are you speaking in a language I’m not familiar with? Because I’m lost right now.”

  “Going to play that card, are you?” Hunter asks, amused. “You and Tristan have been circling each other since you met, don’t even try to deny it. And I don’t know why you won’t just admit it; it’s not like we care if you two are fucking or not.”

  I glance at Yvonne out of the corner of my eye. Hunter might not care, but she was his wife’s cousin. Surely she would care. I push my chair out and stand. “I’m going on my lunch break.”

  “Bailing from an argument? How un-lawyerish of you,” he huffs, arching a brow.

  “You just made up a word,” I point out.

  “What’s going on in here?” Tristan asks, entering my office and glancing around. “Team meeting I’m not invited to?”

  “That’s because it’s about you,” Yvonne pipes up, blowing a bubble with her gum, then popping it.

  Tristan exchanges a quick glance with me, then turns to the two of them. “What’s going on?”

  “Kat keeps smiling,” Yvonne says, smirking. “For no reason. And when you walked in to work today, you were humming and also smiling.”

  “And? Are we not allowed to be happy in this workplace? Are you a fucking dementor now, Yvonne?”

  I smirk at the Harry Potter reference.

  “Look, we just both want you two to admit that you had sex, that’s all,” Hunter says, sounding put out, like if he doesn’t hear the truth he’s not going to survive. “We’ve been watching the two of you; we’ve felt the tension, the awkwardness; and we’ve even seen both of you purposely avoiding each other, and people only do that when they hate each other, they want to fuck each other, or both.”

  Yvonne nods. “We’re just as invested as you are.”

  I rub my forehead, feeling a headache brewing. “I’m going to have my lunch. You guys can tell me whatever you come up with upon my return.”

  As I walk past Tristan our arms touch, and I have to stop myself from rubbing my bare skin. All I want to do is jump in his arms, and tell them yes, he’s mine, now leave us alone, but with the situation we’re in I don’t think it’s the best course of action. I trust Hunter and Yvonne, don’t get me wrong, but this is my career that hangs in the balance. I’m not admitting to anything. I don’t know what Tristan is going to tell them right now, but seriously, how nosy can they get? Apparently they notice everything. I wonder if they check the cameras or something. They probably saw me sneaking around so I wouldn’t have to bump into Tristan.

  I cringe at the mere thought.

  At least Callum isn’t here, because I’m sure he’d have something to say about this too. I was going to bring Tristan something to eat in his office, because I know how busy his day is to
day, but now if I do that I’ll never hear the end of it. Maybe I’ll just pretend it’s all for me until the coast is clear.

  Apparently this is what my life has come to, sneaking in food for my boss whom I slept with last night.

  How the mighty have fallen.

  “THANKS,” TRISTAN SAYS AS I place the chicken salad and milk shake on his table. I sit down and wait for him to finish the phone call he’s on so we can chat.

  “All right, I’ll see you next week,” he tells the person on the other end before hanging up and giving me all his attention.

  “You bought me lunch,” he says, smiling. “Thank you.”

  “You might not get time to eat otherwise, your schedule is ridiculous today,” I say, ducking my head when he doesn’t take his eyes off me. “What happened with the little office meeting?”

  “I told them to mind their own business or they’re both getting fired,” he says, the smirk on his face telling me it’s all a bluff. “Just ignore them. They want gossip, but we don’t have to tell them anything. Did you eat?”

  It’s easy for him to say, because he’s the boss. I can just imagine what people would say if they found out. They’d say I was using Tristan to further my career, and that’s how I got my position. They will belittle all the work I’ve done and all the work I’m going to do to be where I want to be. Legally we’re not doing anything wrong, but it’ll be frowned upon.

  I nod. “Yeah, I ate in the café. I needed a little air away from the peanut gallery. Seriously, do I never smile? How did they even figure it out from me just smiling?”

  “Kat,” he murmurs, shaking his head. “Don’t let them get to you. Did you sleep well after I left last night?”

  I nod, even though it’s not exactly true, because I slept much better when he was in bed with me.

  “Good,” he says, taking a sip of his chocolate milk shake. “How did you know I like these?”

  “I’ve seen you walking around the office with one in your hand a few times,” I reply, shrugging. “I remember thinking it was cute, a badass lawyer with a chocolate milk shake in his hand.”