by Lia Lee
I stopped and waited for him to come to me.
Our bodies collided as he crashed into me and drove me against the wall. He pinned me with his body, grinding his hard dick against my crotch. He mashed his lips against mine as he groped me, running his hands over my body. He tugged the teddy over my head and dropped it on the floor so I was topless. He cupped my breasts, kneading them roughly. I moaned and gasped. His onslaught was flaming hot, and it reduced me to a puddle of lust.
Brent leaned down and sucked one of my nipples into his mouth. He nibbled on the hard nub until I cried out in pleasure. He switched his mouth to my other breast after a while and did the same until I could barely stand it anymore.
He kneeled in front of me and peeled off my panties without moving the garter belt. I had put it on so that he could do that. It had always been a small fantasy of mine to be fucked with the garter belt still on. Brent apparently had the same thing in mind.
When the panties were around my ankles, I stepped out of them. I spread my legs, and Brent leaned forward, pushing his face into my crotch. He stuck out his tongue and flicked it over my clit. I moaned as he licked up and down my slit. He was so good at oral sex. I pushed my hands into his hair and felt his head move beneath my hands as he licked and sucked me. I closed my eyes and surrendered to what I was feeling.
Brent pushed two fingers into me when I was almost on the edge of an orgasm, and he started pumping them slowly in and out of me. I cried out as the first orgasm racked my body, making my legs numb. I struggled to stay standing on my heels.
When the orgasm was over, Brent stood and unzipped his pants. He kicked off his shoes, then stripped out of his pants and shirt. He was in naked in front of me in no time at all. I stepped out of my shoes as well, leaving me in nothing but the stockings and garter belt.
“You’re so fucking hot, teasing me all day,” Brent said in a breathy voice. “And now this.” He kissed me again, and I tasted my sex on his lips. “You’re mine tonight,” he carried on when he broke the kiss and spun me around to face the wall. I braced myself on the wall, and Brent pulled my hips back a little so my ass pointed at him and my back was arched. I was vaguely aware of the sound of a condom foil ripping. Brent always managed to put on a condom in a way that never detracted from the mood. When he was wrapped up, he found my entrance and pushed into me.
I cried out. Brent slowly slid in and out of me. He was drawing it out, making me ache for another release. I wanted him to take me hard and fast, but he wasn’t giving it to me.
“Brent,” I gasped. “Faster.”
He chuckled behind me, but he wasn’t giving me what I wanted. Instead, he kept up the slow pace. I moaned and complained, the pleasure and the frustration building up in equal portions until I was on the edge, being kept from an orgasm that I desperately wanted.
Brent pulled out of me, and I moaned again. He spun me back around and picked me up. I wrapped my legs around him, and he marched me to my bedroom. He dropped me on the bed, and I yelped. His cock was hard, straining in the condom that stretched around his dick, barely covering the length of him. The head was a bright pink, pressed up against the murky rubber, and it was slick with my sex.
Brent climbed onto the bed, but he lay down next to me instead of taking me again. He didn’t have to ask me twice. I clambered onto him, straddling his hips, and I lowered myself onto his cock. I gasped when he pushed into me. I was tighter and more sensitive now that I had orgasmed, but the size of him inside me was pure pleasure, and I started bucking my hips back and forth, riding him.
I found a rhythm, leaning forward so I was the most comfortable, pressing my hands down to his chiseled chest. I fucked him hard and fast, my knees chafing on my sheets and his cock ramming against my cervical wall. I cried out. My clit rubbed against Brent’s pubic bone, and I shuddered as another orgasm built inside me.
When I orgasmed the second time, it was hard to stay upright. I collapsed onto Brent, my body contracting and spasming. It was the best orgasm I’d had yet.
Brent let me ride it out before he rolled me over. He stayed inside me, which was more than impressive. He had a wicked look now that he was on top again, and he started pounding into me. I cried out with every stroke as he slammed his cock into my body, and I shuddered with the orgasm that was drawing out, consuming me with pleasure.
I felt it when Brent orgasmed. He pushed deep into me and cried out as he came, pumping into me at my core. We came together, and the intensity swept me away until I could think about nothing else.
Slowly, Brent and I returned to reality. He pulled out of me, and I groaned.
“I’ll be right back,” he said and kissed me on the lips before walking to my bathroom, his cock still semihard. I closed my eyes and reveled in the aftersex glow.
“Rena,” Brent said a moment later. “I have bad news.”
I opened my eyes, frowning. I turned my head to him. He stood in my bathroom door, naked, and he looked worried.
“What’s wrong?”
“The condom broke,” he said.
I leaned up on my elbows. “What?”
“The condom broke,” he said again.
My blood ran cold. We had both orgasmed. He had come inside of me.
“Shit,” I said.
What a way to ruin the mood.
I shook my head, trying to calculate when I’d last had my cycle.
“We should be all right,” I said.
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah, I think so. I know how my cycle works. I think we’ll be fine.”
Brent nodded and came to me on the bed. We lay together for a while, but we were barely touching. I was sure we would be fine, but the mood had been ruined.
“I need to get home,” Brent said eventually.
I nodded. I understood. I needed to have some alone time, too.
“I’ll see you tomorrow,” Brent said after getting dressed, and offered a chaste kiss. I walked him to the door, wrapped in a robe after I had stripped off the lingerie. I closed the door behind Brent and leaned against it.
Would we be okay? I hoped so.
Chapter 16
Brent
On Friday morning I went in to work early to meet with Joe and give him feedback about the meetings with the potential investors. I had good news to share with him, thanks to Rena and her charm. If it hadn’t been for her, I wouldn’t have had such good news to share with Joe.
The office was quiet this early in the morning, and I walked through without the usual crowd greeting me. Joe was already in his office. He might have left Boston early to be with his wife, but he was just as dedicated to the company as I was.
I knocked on his door and let myself in, closing the door behind me. Joe looked up and grinned at me.
“You’re back,” he said.
I nodded and sat down.
“With feedback,” I offered. “Rena was amazing. She took care of everything. I didn’t think I would have it in the bag. The guys were so full of shit, but Rena charmed the pants off them.”
Much like she’s done with me. I smiled at the thought.
“What are you smiling about?” Joe asked.
I shook my head. “I’m just thinking about all that money rolling in now that we have investors.”
“Right,” Joe said, clearly not believing me.
“Speaking of Rena,” I said. “I saw a side of her this week”—in more ways than one, I thought to myself—“that proved she might be in the wrong position in the company.”
“What do you mean?”
“She’s on top of the work around here. All of it. She does so much more than a secretary as it is, but she’s more than capable of doing a lot more around here.”
Joe nodded. “She’s been overqualified from the start.”
“Yeah, but she’s proving it to me. She really went the full mile this week. I think we need to bump her up to a better position in the company.”
“I agree,” Joe said. “I think it’ll
be good for her. You can always get a new secretary.”
I hadn’t even thought about that. Did I want a new secretary? I doubted anyone would be as good as Rena was. But that was the point, wasn’t it? She was so good that being a secretary didn’t do her justice. I was sure I could find someone else to take over her job. Maybe I could even put her in charge of hiring her replacement so that I would know the new secretary would have what it took to work for me.
Whoever filled that role still wouldn’t be Rena, though.
“So, what title will you give her?” Joe asked.
“I thought about that,” I said. “Her strengths lie in connecting with people. She knows everything about everyone’s position around here, even though it’s not her job. I’ve been watching her. And she is organized. She prioritizes.”
“How about office manager? We’ll put her in charge of a couple of people. Almost like project manager, but wider.”
I thought about it for a moment and nodded. That sounded perfect for Rena. I could push up her salary, too, even though she earned a lot of money as it was. I wanted to look after her, to give her exactly what she needed.
She had rejected my money when I’d offered to pay for her clothes, and I couldn’t get over that. I wanted to be the one she relied on, in a way. It was a possessive thing that was completely out of place. Why did I care so much?
When the meeting with Joe was over, I went to my office and waited for Rena to arrive. She usually arrived an hour before I did. It was strange being in the office without her. Rena had become synonymous with the office for me. She was always here when I was, arriving before me and often only leaving after I did.
Would that change if we bumped her up? Maybe, but she deserved this.
I was anxious to see her. I felt bad about how I left last night. The whole situation had been difficult to deal with. First, we’d had the best sex I’d ever had—the lingerie she’d worn had made me lose complete control—then the condom had broken and ruined everything. It’d killed the mood completely.
I was stressed about it, too. I’d heard stories about condoms breaking, but it wasn’t the same as thinking it would happen to me. It seemed like the kind of thing that only happened to college kids or something. Not for big-shot billionaires like me.
I probably hadn’t handled it well. I would have to make it up to her.
I closed my eyes and thought about the sex we’d had again. Rena was full of surprises. Every time I thought I’d reached the end of what she had to offer, she pulled something else out to surprise me. The lingerie was so bold when she’d always seemed to be on the shy side. I liked that I was getting to know other sides of her, sides that no one else knew. I liked that part the most. It was almost like who she was, the dirty side of her, was our little secret.
Of course, I didn’t know for sure that she wasn’t like this with other people when she was in a sexual relationship with them. I wondered if other men had seen this side of her.
Jealousy welled up inside of me. What the fuck? I pushed it away. No, she was just like that with me, I told myself. I was being ridiculous.
Rena arrived a short while later and brought a cup of coffee to my office, one that was usually waiting for me on my desk.
“Thank you,” I said, taking it from her. “I’d like to talk to you when you have a chance.”
Rena nodded. She was as sexy as ever, wearing a green dress suit that made her look fresh and professional. But she looked a little guarded. I didn’t like it. I didn’t like that I had done this to her.
“I have to take care of a few things first, but I’ll come to your office once I’m done.”
I had to accept that. Rena left my office to take care of her business. I started working, going through my morning routine, but I struggled to concentrate. My mind was on Rena in the other office. I thought about her a lot lately.
I opened a blank document on my laptop and started typing the list of new duties Rena would have to fulfill when I promoted her. I was essentially creating a new position for her, and I would have her renewed contract ready for her later.
After she had taken care of everything she needed to do, Rena came back into the office.
“Sit down,” I said to her and smiled. “I have some exciting news.”
Rena looked curious.
“Your work this week in Boston showed me that you’re in the wrong position in this company. I want to promote you.”
She raised her eyebrows, surprised.
“Joe and I spoke about it. You’re capable of much more than you’re doing at present, so we want to make you office manager.”
“Office manager?”
I nodded and handed her the paper I’d typed up and printed while she’d been busy. It outlined what I expected of her. She took it and read through the bullet points one by one, asking questions here and there.
When we worked through it all, I looked at her expectantly. She was still looking at the paper, turning it over in her mind.
“What do you think?” I asked after she’d been silent for a while.
Rena looked up at me, her brown eyes big and dark. Her expression was unreadable. What was going through her mind?
“I think this is a great step,” Rena said, and I grinned.
“I think so, too. I was thinking you could start your new position on Monday.”
“So soon?” Rena asked. “What about having a secretary? Shouldn’t we take the time to get one for you?”
I shook my head. “We’ll figure it out.”
I had hoped Rena would be ecstatic about the news. I was pulling all the strings to make it happen for her. She didn’t seem as excited about the promotion as I thought she would be. Was it because of how we’d ended the evening last night? Or maybe it was because she had so much on her mind with the PI and finding out that she had a sister.
I wanted to ask her what was wrong, but we didn’t know each other in that way. I was her boss. I was her lover. But I wasn’t her friend. I wanted to be able to be there for her, to feel at liberty to ask what was bugging her. Where were all these weird feelings coming from? Since when did I care about the women I was fucking?
After Rena and I discussed the work a little more, the meeting ended and she left my office to get back to work. I watched her walk away, her beautiful form moving from side to side, her perfect ass a sight to behold.
I suddenly had a flash of her as the mother of my children. Pregnant, babies, the whole thing. The idea of having kids with her popped into my mind out of nowhere. I entertained the idea for only a moment before I shook my head, trying to get rid of it. Where had that come from? I had never thought about having a family like this. When I had been with Gina, so long ago it was another life now, I hadn’t thought past the idea of marrying her.
What was more, the thought of Rena having kids didn’t scare me. I didn’t want a family, but the idea of having one with Rena didn’t make me want to run the other way. Where I had been terrified of any commitment with other women—even sex more than once or twice was a big no—the thought of having a family with Rena should have scared me shitless. But it didn’t.
That was something to think about. I didn’t know why I felt this way about Rena, why commitment and children and a family didn’t scare me the way it usually did. Rena was different than any woman I had been with before. I wanted to know her, every side of her. Mentally, emotionally, physically. I wanted to be close to her, as friends and not just lovers. I wanted to be able to be there for her when she was going through tough times.
I wanted to pay for things to spoil her.
None of it made sense. I had to get a handle on myself before I said or did something I regretted. Although, I wasn’t sure if I would regret being with Rena in that way.
No. I pushed the thoughts as far away as I could. This was not going to happen. I was being ridiculous. I was bored, seduced by a pretty face and fucking good sex. Nothing about what we were doing could be a long-term thing.
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And as soon as I walked away from Rena, once I was done with her, I would realize that being alone was what I was best at.
Chapter 17
Rena
The promotion was great. And I was excited about it. I’d been happy as a secretary, but to get noticed without trying was a wonderful feeling. Still, I had so much on my mind it was hard to be super excited about it.
Apart from when he told me about the promotion, I didn’t really see much of Brent. It had only been a few hours that we’d been together at work since last night, and there was a lot that needed to be done. It wasn’t like we could spend all day cuddling or something.
But the atmosphere between us was definitely tense. It was such a big contrast to last week and how we’d been together while we were in Boston. I felt it, and it stung a bit. I knew he was freaked-out about the condom breaking, and he had every right to be. It was a big deal—he’d made a point of using protection, and it had failed him. It wasn’t something anyone planned for. No one put on a condom thinking it would break.
It freaked me out a little, too. Since last night, I berated myself for not being on the pill. I had stopped taking it a while ago because I’d been struggling with the side effects. Birth control seemed to affect me in a way it did with few others, and I hadn’t taken the time to research other forms of birth control besides a condom. I should have done it, I knew that, especially because I had been gunning for Brent. I had been planning for him to fuck me for so long.
Again, I hadn’t at any point thought “this condom will probably break.” I hadn’t ever been a person to focus on the negative that way, and we’d been so swooped up in the heat of the moment every time, it hadn’t even crossed my mind.
Now it was a different story. He had come inside of me, and if that condom had broken, it meant I had a chance of falling pregnant. I wasn’t ready for a baby at all. I had thought only days ago that I would consider giving my baby up for adoption if I fell pregnant now because I wasn’t ready for it.
But I’d worked out the dates of my last period and when I knew I had ovulated. It was very late in my cycle, and I knew the small facts. I knew that if we didn’t do anything in that fertile window, the sperm couldn’t survive in my system for that long if it didn’t find anything worth doing something with.
