by Kira Bloom
“You nothing,” Jackson spits out. “Get the fuck out of here. If I see you near her again—if I see your goddamn face anywhere in this city again—I’ll rip you to shreds. You got me?”
Though there aren’t many, I feel every eye in the room on us, and I pray that by some miracle, I’ll go invisible.
All three men nod their heads, practically tearing apart the restaurant as they rush for the door. The blond turns bold just before they stumble out onto the sidewalk, twisting around to shout out. “Fuck you and the slut. You gotta double-bag for girls like her, anyway.”
Jackson takes a step in his direction, but then the door slams shut and I watch with my mouth hanging open as they take off down the sidewalk. Ashamed, I cover my hand over my face when I feel a possessive hand on the small of my back and smaller, feminine fingers on my shoulder.
“Flick, are you all right?” Brooke asks, and when I drop my hand from my face, tears swim in my eyes, blurring my vision. She pats my shoulder softly. “I’ll handle things out here, honey. Maybe you should go to your dad’s office. Clean up your face.”
“Yeah, thanks.” I take off for the back of the building, balling my hands into tight fists when I hear her thank Jackson for sticking up for me. I’ve barely stepped into Dad’s cramped office when the door cracks open and the scent of woodsy cologne overpowers my senses. I whirl on him, shoving him hard against the door as soon as he closes it.
“How dare you?”
“What?” He gathers my hands in his, turning our bodies so that he has me trapped against the door. “Not stand to watch some little shit feel you up? Get angry at a bunch of entitled fucks for disrespecting you?”
“I could have taken care of it!” I hiss.
“Because you were doing a hell of a job removing his hand from your ass,” he retorts, stretching my arms high above my head. He dips his mouth to my ear. My heart thrums wildly—out of anger and lust—and when I strain against his firm body, he whispers, “If you think they were going to leave you alone just because you asked them to, you need to wake the fuck up, Little Flick.”
“Get out of my office.”
“Oh sweet, this is my office, not yours and not even your father’s—at least not until you finish paying me off.”
He has a point. Even if it’s still confusing that he forked over ten times what I needed to pay him back. “Yes, well—” I gasp, bucking against him when he releases my hands and tugs at the button of my jeans and my zipper. “What are you doing?”
“Apparently, you’re half-asleep today, so I’m giving you a wakeup call.” Kneeling in front of me, he jerks my jeans down until they’re pooled around my ankles. Parting my legs as much as he can, he cups my pussy, crooking his fingers just slightly. I moan and sift my fingers through his black hair. “You are mine, Felicity. Mine.”
I shake my head. Nod. Allow a sob to hitch in my chest. “They’ll know what we’re doing back here,” I whisper frantically.
“Your friend thinks I’m consoling you before we talk business numbers,” he says, kissing the bare flesh just above my clit. “She’ll keep believing that as long as you don’t scream. Can you do that for me, sweet?”
“Jackson.” But then he wiggles a finger into the entrance of my sex, and I squeeze my eyes shut, dropping my head back against the door. He pumps my pussy with one finger, strokes my clit with another, and blows hot little breaths against my slit.
“Do you think I can make you come without you screaming?” he questions again.
I move my head up and down, hating that I have to bite my tongue to keep from crying out. This is wrong. So terribly wrong. He’s just physically and verbally threatened customers just because he doesn’t want another man touching me. He’s in my father’s office, in the restaurant that my family owns, with his tongue and his fingers driving me into a frenzy. And for some fucked up reason, I’m absolutely turned on.
Heat stretches across my abdomen, pooling in my center as a rough orgasm rocks through me. I bite my tongue so hard I taste blood, but I don’t scream. I can’t because I’ll never be able to look my co-workers in the eye again if they realize what I’m doing at this very moment. When I’m finished climaxing, he stops me from shakily bending to pull up my pants. Challenging me with his turquoise stare, he laps greedily at my sex, his tongue darting out to teasingly taste me.
I start to close my eyes because the pressure is back—building quicker than before—but he reaches up and strokes my breast. “I told you this was a wakeup call, Little Flick. I want you to come again. I want you to look at me while you come.”
Though it’s the most difficult task I’ve ever done, I part my lashes and settle my green eyes on his. Everything about this moment strips me down—from his tongue probing my slick heat to his hands gripping my hips to hold me steady and, finally, to the hunger behind his gaze. I’ve never had a man stare at me like he wants to dominate every inch of me, but he does. Every time he looks at me. It’s scary and intense and dizzying, and my heart thuds as I watch him watching me as a new orgasm builds in my core and shatters me.
After the waves of pleasure have finished spiraling through me and I can hardly stand, he shimmies my jeans over my hips, grinning at the little gasp that falls from my lips when my wet panties come in contact with my pussy.
“Don’t ever do anything like that again,” I whisper huskily.
“Protect you from little shits or eat you out wherever I fucking please?” he demands and tilts my face up to his. He kisses me hard, giving me a taste of myself on his tongue. Fuck him and his tongue. Fuck me for molding against him and panting like a little kitten beneath his lips.
“Because I’ll do both again in a heartbeat,” he continues with a cocky smirk and backs away from me.
He smooths his large hands through his black hair, arranging it in the same professional, tidy style he wore into Dad’s office. I don’t understand how he can look so cool and unfazed when every emotion and nerve within me is in a state of panic. “You’re a bastard, Mr. Cade.”
“Always, sweet,” he murmurs. He steps around me to the door, but peeks over his shoulder to regard me with a giant grin. “I came by to ask you to dinner tonight. I’ll have a car pick you up at your apartment at eight. Same hotel after we’re done eating.”
“You’re going to squander your fortune renting penthouses in fancy hotels,” I say, planting my hands on my hips and resting the backs of my legs to the side of my father’s desk.
He wiggles his eyebrows and shakes his head. “Not at all. That fancy penthouse you screamed and moaned and came all over a few nights ago? I own that building too.” Of course, he does. It seems like he owns just about everything in my life. Opening the door, he steps out into the hallway, his detached, business-like smile a 180 from the one that sets fire to my veins.
Who the hell am I kidding?
Even this expression is plenty to ignite my body.
“Thank you for meeting with me, Miss York, and I’m sorry about your customers.” I don’t buy his pleasant demeanor for a second. “Until next time.”
7
Jackson
I see Felicity twice over the next five days, and my dick starts to despise me for this game of tease and denial. When Callista calls, I have Elaine, my secretary, tell her I’m out of town. I don’t want to fuck another woman while I’m waiting for Flick. I want green eyes, perky tits, and that perfect ass I’ve fantasized about pounding until she’s slick and speaking languages she never knew existed. No other body—no other woman—will do. I haven’t felt this way about someone since my ex-wife, Jessica. She’d demanded and needed until I couldn’t do it anymore, but I had still wanted her even after she took off to be with the old bastard she’s with now.
Flick is different, though. She’s selfless and sweet, the kind of woman who wants to give, not take. I can imagine putting babies in her belly. Waking up every morning to her little smile and her open legs as she invites me in.
Fuck, what am I t
hinking? A couple of weeks without getting my dick wet and I’m imagining matrimony with a college girl and a house full of kids.
Focusing my attention on the memory of her body, my cock is in my hand beneath my desk when my secretary pokes her head in my office eight days after the end of the auction.
“Mr. Cade—”
“What?” I snarl. My mood is in the shitter because my balls are full. I thought she would’ve given in by now, but Flick doesn’t like to go down without a fight. It drives me crazy. It makes me want her twice as much. Brings me back to those unwanted thoughts that are dangerous.
“Felicity York is here to speak with you,” Elaine announces hesitantly, lowering her eyes to the floor. “Should I tell her you’re away like you had me tell Callista?”
I really am going out of town on business—I’m leaving for New York tonight—but there’s no way in hell I’m taking off without seeing Felicity. “Send her in. And Elaine?” She peers around the edge of the door. “I apologize for being short.”
She’d worked for my father before I took over, and it’s common knowledge he treated her—and all the other women on his staff—like shit unless they were on his fuck list. And if they were on his fuck list and he succeeded, he treated them even worse. I don’t want to be anything like that bastard. Besides, it’s not Elaine’s fault I’m so un-fucked I’m starting to see Flick in a new light and jacking off under my desk.
Elaine smiles. “It’s okay, Mr. Cade. I understand you’re stressed.”
If only she knew. The source of my stress struts into my office a minute or two later, looking prim and virginal in a bright yellow sundress. “Close that behind you,” I order, and she complies, shutting the door before she perches herself in the chair in front of my desk “To what do I owe this … pleasure?”
“I came to give you this.” She reaches into the side of her bag and withdraws a folded envelope. I open it to find a cashier’s check for $20 thousand. “I believe that settles my father’s debt. It’s been over a week since we … since you placed the winning bid.”
She sounds a little too smug pointing out her precious V-card is still intact and she’s proven me wrong by not begging me to take it yet. “I see the money cleared.” Her cheeks flush the sexiest shade of pink as she nods and licks her lips. My poor dick can’t stand the pressure, and I readjust myself. “I’ll get my attorney to work on the deed while I’m gone.”
Confusion knits her beautiful brow. “You’re going away?”
“Don’t look so sad, Little Flick. I promise I’ll always come back.” I doubt anything can keep me away from her at this point. Getting up, I walk around to her side of the desk. She starts to say something, but then she zeroes in on my cock bulging in my pants. “Don’t look so shocked. I was thinking about you, sweet.”
“About me?” she stutters. I nod slowly, taking her hand and pressing it against my hard length. I work her fingers up and down my shaft through my pants, clenching my jaw because her touch is a disaster waiting to happen. My patience is so thin and her fingers are so hesitant. “When will you be back?” she asks breathlessly.
“Saturday afternoon.” Tugging on my zipper, I guide her hand into my boxers. She shivers from head to toe as our skin connects, but I keep my expression stony. “Will you think about me the two days I’m gone?”
Sucking her lip between her teeth, she nods.
“Will you touch that perfect pink cunt for me while I’m away.”
She whimpers, closes her eyes, then nods again.
“Will you think about the way I taste?” I demand, and her eyes fly open.
“I’ve never tasted your… I…” She’s so deliciously flustered that it’s a wonder I don’t blow my load all over her hand right now. After holding out on me in spite of all the times I’ve made her come, she deserves to be the one to clean up the mess.
“Get on your knees, Felicity,” I command, making her eyes widen. “Open your mouth. Let me hear you moan my name a new way.”
Swallowing hard, she slowly slips out of her chair and onto her knees. I jerk my pants around my knees. My cock springs out, inches from her lips, and she stares between it and my face, her green eyes stunned. “Should I… Do you want me to…”
“You should.” I nudge the head of my dick against her lips, and she gasps, blowing me with a nervous breath. “I do.”
“I don’t think I’ll be very good at this,” she whispers. “I’m not very good at this, Jackson.”
Jealousy streaks through me. So, the ex-boyfriend was not only stupid, he was a selfish prick. He let her suck his dick and gave her nothing in return. “That’s okay.” I stroke her cheek with my knuckle. “You’ll catch on. Just … touch me.”
“Like this?” Her green eyes unsure, she trails her fingers carefully down the length of my cock. I wrap my hand around hers, guiding her to the head, and her chest heaves as I smear her fingers through my pre-cum.
“Just. Like. That,” I groan and move my hand from hers.
Her brow knitted in determination, she slides her hand up and down my cock, her shyness fading a little more with every stroke. “What do you want me to do?” She looks up at me for approval and her eagerness to please me gets me harder. “Please…”
“Put your lips around it, beautiful.” I hold the back of her head, easing her down. Her hot mouth closes around the tip of my cock, and I involuntarily jerk forward. Fuck, she’s incredible. She could just lick the head and it will still make me go insane. “Deeper,” I urge.
Fluttering her lashes, she nods compliantly, hollowing her cheeks the further down my shaft her head goes. “That’s it, Flick. That feels so good and hot. Give me your hand, sweet. Let me show you what I want.”
“Mmmhmm.” She lifts her palm to me so I use my free hand to steer her touch to my balls. I suck in a tight breath as she feathers her fingers over me.
“Don’t be so gentle, love,” I rasp, so she strokes me with more force, tugging one, then the other in her small hand. “Fucking Christ, Felicity!”
She flinches and pulls her mouth off my cock. “What, I—”
“Don’t fucking stop!”
Wearing a little grin, she bobs her head compliantly, then races her tongue along the underside of my shaft. “Like this?” she questions. I groan my approval and she glides her pretty pink lips back down my throbbing dick. She uses one hand to work my balls, squeezing slightly, weighing them in her palm, and the other to follow the same path her mouth takes on my dick. Every other minute, she goes deeper and faster, her tongue wrapping around me like this is the cock-sucking Olympics and she’s going for gold.
If she is, she wins. Every. Last. Fucking. Medal.
“I’m going to come,” I warn her, gripping one hand around the edge of the desk behind me.
“What—” she starts, but I grasp the back of her hair, urging her to take more of me. To take it all. She moans and the vibration of her mouth almost pushes me over the edge. Her mouth is so wet and hot; I swear I’m tempted to make her come with me to New York just so I can introduce her to the Mile-High-Mouth Club. She draws away again only for me to push back in.
“What should I do?” she manages through a mouthful.
I wrap my hand around her hair and tilt her head back so that we’re eye to eye, the sound of her mouth loosening its grip on my cock a loud slurp.
“Are you on the pill?” I demand.
Her eyes bulge, but she moves her head up and down. “Yes, I’ve been taking it for the last—” She gasps when I pick her up and plant her on my desk. I don’t care how long she’s been taking it—I don’t want to think about her preparing herself for another man—but I do want to make sure she’s protected. Flailing, she knocks a stack of paperwork to the floor along with the check she just presented to me, but I could give a fuck less. I’m more concerned with her.
Scooting her yellow sundress around her hips, I admire her tiny pink panties—complete with a little white bow in the center—then I rip them down
the middle. “I want you to feel me come.”
“Now?” she squeaks as I position her at the edge of the desk and wrap her legs around my waist.
“Put your hand around me, Little Flick.” Her lips tremble as she does. “Help me come,” I pant, pinching her clit between my fingers. She’s already soaked and ready. It doesn’t take long to bring her to a climax. Her fingers slacken around my cock, so I take it in my other hand, stroking roughly from shaft to head as her soft whimpers fill the room.
“When I’m gone—when you’re touching yourself and moaning my name—I want you to remember this.”
Her eyes are half-closed, but she still shouts out in shock as I let out an animalistic roar and release my seed all over her perfect slit. I rub my cock over her, smearing myself in with her juices, and she releases a nervous cry when I probe her opening.
“Oh god, Jackson!”
“I’m still not going to fuck you today,” I say through clenched teeth. Though I want to. She’s so tight and her pussy is practically sucking me in with every pulse of her climax. If I take her here, though, on this desk, she’ll never forgive me. She’ll come and she’ll like it but she won’t get over losing her virginity in the middle of my office. And since I plan to enjoy Felicity York for a long time yet, I want her happy.
Pulling her dress back in place, I help her off my desk, kissing her hard as she mumbles something about her thighs being wet. “I’m glad your thighs are wet,” I admit and stroke her flushed cheeks. I cover her mouth with my own again once she starts to whimper about ripped panties. “You should get used to it. Because when I get back from New York, there won’t be a goddamn thing in this world that will keep me from taking what belongs to me.”
Before I leave for New York, I make a few quick stops to send a care package to Felicity. I’ve noticed her dinosaur of a cell phone, and if I have to be away from her for two days, I at least want to see her. It’s after midnight her time when I video call the new phone. I’m almost worried she’s not going to answer, but then she does, rubbing sleepily at her eyes.
