by P. A. Jones
His tongue started tracing a path around my panties. Goddamn, what panties am I wearing? Are they the sexy ones? Or the normal ones? But I lost my thoughts when he started sucking my folds through the fabric.
In a swift motion he removed my panties and kissed my thighs. He was getting into action. I was waiting for his tongue to touch me down there, but nothing happened for a moment. And he was testing my patience now.
"Mr. M., what are you waiting for?" I cried. I wanted his tongue to storm inside my pussy and give me some pleasure, but instead he was waiting for something.
"I'm just appreciating the lips you have down here. I'm trying to decide whether your upper lips are the most luscious or the ones down below are.
His words sent a sweet feeling across me. But the next moment he was demanding something else. "Why wouldn't you kiss them both and then decide?"
"It sounds like a better plan." And his lips touched my folds. And somehow he managed to kiss them as if they were my mouth. I could see his tilted head; he was actually kissing me down there.
A smile took over my face in that moment of fire as well. The man was resourceful and I liked that. But then he lightly bit my sensitive area. Wow, that's awesome. My ex- boyfriend never, ever did that to me. I guess he was afraid of hurting me, but this man wasn't and he knew his game.
"Come on Mr. M." I cried, capturing a handful of hair and lifting my hips more so he could taste everything he wanted.
His tongue was making its way inside my folds now. It was a totally different feeling, something raw and something soft. How could anyone give me pleasure in two ways at the same time? But here I was, feeling something different every moment.
He stopped for a second and lifted his head. I tried to lift my hips up more so I wouldn't lose his contact with his tongue.
"I must say, you taste better here." He chuckled.
"And you don't have to stop doing that." I was breathless and angry at him. I pushed his head down and lifted my hips more. I wanted that, more and deeper. I was on the verge of release and that bastard was pausing to tell me something.
When he started again, he was a complete different animal. He was forceful and faster than before. His tongue was using every ounce of force he had and pushing deep inside my folds. Every moment his tongue was twisting, bending, licking I was getting pushed towards my release. And I knew I wouldn't be able to stop.
"I'm coming." I shuddered. My body vibrated from the point of his tongue to my nails. My hand had grabbed his hair so tightly that I was afraid I might tear some from his scalp.
Current Time.
"Zoe, come back from the moment." Olivia was holding the ice cold ice cream bowl near my cheek and I could feel the coldness transferring into my skin.
"What are you doing, babe? Get that off me."
"You should get that stranger out of your mind, Zoe. He is long gone, if he didn't call you for last two days, he ain't calling you back. I would prefer you choose between these two bosses of yours over that stranger." She winked at me.
"No that's not gonna happen. And I need to prepare for my first day. I'm going to thank Mark again for landing me the job." I snatched the ice cream bowl from Zoe's hand.
Chapter 6
Mark
"Hello Sir. May I come in?" a sweet and pretty familiar voice emanated from my office door. As a junior partner, I had an office to myself. Being a junior partner had its perks, and an office and a secretary were two of them I liked. I need to tell Mona not to let this girl in without my permission.
My eyes darted to the door. There she was, a sexy girl standing the doorway, with one arm rested on the glass frame, wearing a white shirt and a black pencil skirt below. The sexiest thing about her was the top-most open button on her blouse showing the perfect cleavage. If I didn't know her before, I would have stared at her for her beauty.
She has to change her attire.
"Miss Walker."
"Call me Zoe, sir."
"If you want to work under me, you have to behave like a professional." The words “under me” sent shock waves to my cock. Yes I wanted her to work under me, but in a different manner.
"Is something wrong with this one, sir?" her eyes moved to her outfit; her tone was innocent.
How would I tell her that whenever I see that cleavage, my cock stands up in anticipation and I feel urge to fuck her by bending her over my office table. Damn you, Zoe, and your squashy ass and those perky tits. My cock was already fighting against the thin fabric of my briefs. Why does she have such an effect on me? Why can't she just stay away from me?
"What are you doing here?"
She walked in with a wide smile. "I'm so excited, sir. I was told that I'm assigned to work with you. And I'm glad for that, sir. I've so much to learn from you. And I wanted to thank you for putting a good word in for me, sir. If you don't mind, I bought a small gift for you." She pulled a box out of her bag and put it on my desk.
I cocked my eyebrows. It was just first day at work and she bought a gift for me. What kind of girl was she?
When she bent down to put the box on my desk, I could see her perky tits through her nearly non-existent bra and that was sending a wrong signal to my cock. A very wrong signal.
"Mark, can I talk to you for a minute?" Daniel swept in my office.
"Hello, Daniel. How are you?" Zoe's attention directed to Daniel. Daniel had this effect on girls. Generally I appreciated that, because the girls I chose were too different from the girls he chose. But today, I felt a little jealous.
"What do you want, Daniel?"
"Zoe," he replied promptly.
"What?" Zoe's pupils almost dropped out of her eyes. I liked the way she reacted.
"I mean, I need you for an assignment. And you can learn many things from it." Daniel placed his lady killer smile on his face.
"But I'm assigned to Mark, sir." She looked at me. In her eyes I could see that she wanted to go with Daniel. His charm was working its magic on her.
"You can go, Zoe. Anyway I need to work on some facts. And if I need you, I will call you." I started going through the files placed in front of me.
"Thank you, sir." She replied and turned back.
"See ya, mate." Daniel followed her.
Once they were gone, I opened the box of the gift she bought me. It was a coffee mug, with a picture of a lake on it. It was sweet gift, and I liked it. But some part inside my heart was in pain, because Daniel just took her away from me. And the only thing I could imagine at that moment was bending her on my office table and fucking her until she screamed with pleasure.
Chapter 7
Mark
"Fixer, I hope you have everything you want." Justin walked in my office. Justin had a habit of walking in when you least expect him. And he called me Fixer, because mostly I fixed the cases.
"Do we not trust each other now? Is this what I get after fixing hundreds of cases for you?" I sharply hit him back. I still glanced at my bag. I'd double checked my bag before he walked in. I had all the required information with me. This time, I just needed to be a bit careful because I was going to fire a senior partner in one of the top investment banking firms. Sometimes you have to hire someone to do your dirty work. This top company was one of my first clients I landed when I was a first-year associate. Damn, those were the days when I enjoyed more of this. Daniel and I worked our asses off, but it paid off: we both were junior partners in less than six years. "Good, how are you getting there?"
"I own a McLaren 12-C," I smirked.
"Goddammit. You never forget to rub it in how much cooler your care is than mine.” He slapped me on my shoulder.
"That’s because I do own the sexiest car on earth."
"Is she ready for this?" he asked.
I rolled my eyes. "You bet she is. I got her washed just last night. He was defiantly jealous about my car. Wait until I show you my new Lamborghini.
"I fucking don't care if you drive in that six hundred thousand dollar car or use a
bullock and cart like thousands years ago!? I'm just going to make sure that you take that girl with you wherever you go." Now it was his time to smirk at me.
"Come on, I can't take her with me. I work alone, and all of them you should know this by now. Six fucking years, Justin, I've been working for you. From the days when you were just a senior partner."
"I'm not accepting ‘No’ for an answer. You are taking her with you. Or forget about becoming a senior partner yourself.” His evil eyes popped with a smile. He had me there. He knew how to get work out of me.
I wanted to punch his nose to get that smirk of his face. Fuck you, Justin. But the longer I knew him, the better I knew that when he decided something, nothing could make him change his mind.
"Swear at me all you want, but you are taking her with you." He smiled and walked out of my office.
I walked to Daniel's office. I knew he would be doing some so-called work with the new paralegal. I wonder they must have already kissed each other by then. Fuck, why do you have such soft lips, Zoe? And why the fuck does my cock have to jerk whenever I think about you?
To my surprise, Daniel was describing a case, and Zoe was taking notes from him. I guess my heart felt a little good by not seeing them kissing already.
"Daniel. I need her." My mind traversed to the dark side, seeing her sitting with her one leg folded on the other and bent on the table taking the notes. Oh god, why does she have to be so sexy. Baby, I really need you. I wanted to pin her on the table and take her right there. "Justin wants her to accompany me on a case right now."
I could see the fickle of surprise passing through his eyes. "Are you sure? Maybe you can take someone else instead. Take Martha or Samantha. I'm in middle of something important, mate."
"Sorry, Daniel. But it has to be her." I pressed my words. Justin wasn't going to listen to me and I wasn't going to listen to Daniel.
He threw his shoulders in the air. "Okay, Zoe. I guess we will finish this up tomorrow."
"Sorry. But I need her for the whole week. This case is going to eat lots of her time." I decided to give her the toughest weak of her life. So tough that she would run to Justin and say that she can't work with me. Hmm, that sounds like a good plan. How to get rid of a woman in five days without getting dragged into a sexual harassment case.
"What can I do when the order comes from His Majesty?" Daniel flipped his palms in disappointment. It was his patent style to show how irritated he was. But I couldn't care less.
"Zoe, be quick." I walked out of there. I didn't care if they both were crying now for separating their eternal love.
***
"Wow." Zoe's eyes rolled as she looked at my car.
"I know." I knew that look. Whenever anyone looked at my car for the first time, I saw the same expression. It was the black beauty, the only thing I loved more than anything.
"It's so nice." She smoothed her hand over the black metal. "It's so gorgeous."
"Get in, lady; I don't want to be late." I raised my voice.
"I'm sorry, sir."
"And call me Mark in front of the client, or I will fire you." I paused before hopping into driving seat.
"Sorry again. Can I ask one thing, sir?"
"Shoot." I pushed the start button. The second thing I hated most was to be late anywhere. When I gave my word, I follow it to a T.
"Am I a burden on you? I don't know, but you looked disappointed when you came for me."
She asked it with so much innocence, it made me think about my own decision. I liked her a few nights back when we were strangers. I liked the way she rocked my night. I liked the way she sucked my cock. I liked the way she obeyed me in bed. But the moment she stepped foot in my office, I hated her. Why did I hate her? Because of Daniel? Or because of the fire she invoked in my pants whenever she came near me?
"Not disappointed. But I like to work alone, and Justin is forcing you on me. Hence we have to go through this, whether I want to or not. But personally I don't have anything against you. I'm sorry if you feel that way." It was pure business, no personal love or hatred should come into it.
"Fair enough. Can you at least brief me about the case we are working on today? I don't want to be clueless in front of the client."
"Yes, about that." I had totally forgotten. "We are going to fire a senior partner at an investment bank. It's going to be tricky, but we have to handle it smoothly."
"Why are we firing him? And why can’t his boss do it?
"Look at this. You will know why they want us to do their dirty work." I took out a paper from my bag.
Zoe moved closer to me. So close that the scent of her perfume had an extreme effect in me. My cock pushed itself hard against the fabric of my trousers. It was painful and difficult to avoid that reaction.
"Take this." I handed her the paper and focused on the road, I couldn't let her distract my attention from the road. But that was becoming more impossible every moment I spent with her.
"Goddamn, he is a fraud," she cried like a first-year graduate. And that irritated me more.
" Zoe, don't say anything about this document in front of him. He will sue the company we are representing." I almost shouted at her.
She moved away from me. For a moment I thought I saw hint of pain in her eyes. But she recovered fast and started looking out the window.
"I'm sorry. I'm not used to this." She sounded hurt.
"I’ve never had someone accompany me on a case and I'm not used to a paralegal coming with me at all. I hope you understand."
"You are the exact opposite to Daniel."
"What do you mean?" I couldn't guess why she was bringing Daniel into this now.
"He is very nice. He stayed late in his lunch hour only to teach me to file a patent. He is a gentleman. And he went to Harvard, too."
Now that hit me like a bullet in my heart. She had crossed the line already.
"Listen to one thing, Zoe. I don't really care what you think about me. Or what you think about Daniel. It's only because I have to work with you. Otherwise, I don't care any goddamn thing that matters to you." I busted on her.
Chapter 8
Zoe
I bit my lower lip as he scolded me for no reason. What did I just do to him? And why does he act so tight? Fuck you, Mr. Arrogant; I'm not going to work with you. I was done: the moment I got back to the firm, I would talk to Daniel and get myself assigned to his pool. He would be more than happy to take me in his pool.
Or I could file a harassment case against this jerk. He deserved it. How could he scold me like this? All he did by putting in a good word for me was gone in the air now. I just cared for a good work environment, and working with Mark, that looked impossible.
"Now keep this file with you. And don't let him see the documents at any cost." He talked without looking at me, like I was his servant. And his tone was rude, too. I ignored him and got out of the car. He was the biggest asshole I had ever seen in my life. And he had issues, too. I wondered how he got to be a junior partner in one of the biggest firms with this attitude.
He walked forward glancing at his watch. I prayed that we wouldn't be late, or else he would scold me again for no reason. Goddamn, how could I like this jerk yesterday? I already hate him with all my heart.
I looked around the reception area as we waited for the elevator. The company was famous in the banking industry. My father talked a lot about their investment choices and I was here to fire one of their top senior partners. It was an irony in itself.
We stepped out on the third floor. The view was totally different than the reception floor. The floor oozed luxuriousness. . Every office was specially and made with walls of glass. Glossy names were engraved on the glass doors.
"Mr. Dickson." Mark stopped in front of an office. It was even more opulent than other offices on the floor.
"Yes, Mr. Peterson. You are a couple of minutes late for the meeting. If it wasn't for your law firm being our representative, I would have gone to my next meeting b
y now." A man in his late fifties welcomed us. He was wearing at least a three-thousand-dollar suit. A Rolex flashed on his wrist. He was even richer than I thought.
Mark scowled at me for a moment. I wanted to slap him right there and get out of there, but that wouldn't be appropriate. So I just imagined that I slapped him and decided to move on with my plan to change my mentor.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Dickson. I shouldn't be giving any excuses, but I was held up in traffic."
"Anyways, shoot—what are you here for? I don't have much time for you. Also if it is regarding the renewal of your account, you better go and meet Alison, the new CEO. He is eager to meet you on some negotiations." He was clear and firm.
"I'm here to make you an offer, Mr. Dickson. And my firm's contract is already renewed for five more years before I stepped on the premises." I hated him, but the confidence and style with which he fended off Mr. Dickson was remarkable. I wished I could have some of that someday.
"What offer?" Mr. Dickson walked over to Mark. He was interested now.
"I've got a deal for you, Mr. Dickson. A deal I'm sure you will love." He offered him a folder.
Mr. Dickson moved through the pages quickly. When he looked back at us, his eyes were blazing fire. "What bullshit is this? Is this some kind of joke? This is a severance package. How dare you?" his voice was rising.
"It's called a severance package for a reason. I didn’t want to hurt your feelings or prestige, and that's why I negotiated a dignified way out for you." Mark pushed him.
Mr. Dickson threw the folder on the table, "They can't fire me. I'll sue them for wrongful termination. Next time you talk with me will be in court, Mr. Peterson." He was fuming.
I looked back to check if the door was closed. I didn't want anyone to peek in the room. That would have been embarrassing.
