by Alex Wolf
Rebel in a Suit
Cockiest Suits Book 4
Alex Wolf
Rebel in a suit Copyright © 2018 Alex Wolf
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Publisher © Alex Wolf May 29th, 2018
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Contents
Introduction
1. Maxwell
2. Claire
3. Maxwell
4. Claire
5. Maxwell
6. Claire
7. Maxwell
8. Claire
9. Maxwell
10. Claire
11. Maxwell
12. Claire
13. Maxwell
14. Claire
15. Maxwell
16. Claire
17. Maxwell
18. Claire
19. Maxwell
20. Claire
Epilogue
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Introduction
Brooke
Weston
Brooke
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Introduction
April
Brodie
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Introduction
Jaxson
Jenna
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Introduction
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About the Author
Introduction
I’m a rebel in a suit.
Relationships bore me.
I’ve been burned once and that will never happen again.
Left the drama behind me in California.
Now, I’m a partner at a high-powered law firm in Dallas.
I murder the opposition in the courtroom during the day and bang whoever I want at night.
I’m a kinky bastard and keep that part of my life safe and compartmentalized.
A man can never have enough money, power, and respect—and I have enough for a hundred lifetimes.
When my best friend Jaxson suggests a new assistant I know it’s a bad idea.
I don’t mix work with pleasure.
She’s smoking hot with her skirt constantly riding up her thighs while I attempt to concentrate.
She drives me crazy eI’m a rebel in a suit.
Relationships bore me.
I’ve been burned once and that will never happen again.
Left the drama behind me in California.
Now, I’m a partner at a high-powered law firm in Dallas.
I murder the opposition in the courtroom during the day and bang whoever I want at night.
I’m a kinky bastard and keep that part of my life safe and compartmentalized.
A man can never have enough money, power, and respect—and I have enough for a hundred lifetimes.
When my best friend Jaxson suggests a new assistant I know it’s a bad idea.
I don’t mix work with pleasure.
She’s smoking hot with her skirt constantly riding up her thighs while I attempt to concentrate.
She drives me crazy every second of the day, chewing on the cap of her pen or asking me if I need anything else from her.
The way she says my name—Mr. Bass.
There’s only one problem.
She’s Jaxson’s little sister.
I shouldn’t touch her.
I should find a reason to fire her.
But, I can’t.
I can fight it all I want, but I know she’s going to end up beneath me, begging for more.
I have to have her.
I will have her.
She was mine before she walked into my office.
Because I’m Maxwell Bass, Attorney at Law.
Maxwell
I’m on the verge of closing a multi-billion-dollar deal for a client. The largest of my career. What the hell was I thinking when I agreed to take on Jaxson’s bratty sister as my new personal assistant? I don’t have time to train her. I don’t need drama she’ll bring with her little prick of a boyfriend. She’s always running to Jax with all her problems.
Asshole.
I bet he did it to pawn her shit off on me. Well played, but I never lose at anything.
As I step out of the elevator, I notice her desk is empty. Late on the first day. Beautiful. I don’t need this shit. I’m not a fucking babysitter. Only two things matter in my world—power and pussy. And I already get pussy whenever I feel like it.
I don’t have time to fetch my own coffee. I don’t have time to answer phone calls and write down appointments and shit.
I walk into my office, oblivious to my surroundings, totally focused on how to fire Claire before she even starts, when my eyes land on a red pair of fuck-me heels attached to tan legs that would wrap perfectly around my waist, if they weren’t attached to…
“Claire.” I breathe out her name as I stand there wide-eyed. It takes a lot to shock me, but goddamn.
Gone is her usual messy bun and university sweatshirt. Her dark hair hangs longer than I would’ve thought, cascading over her shoulders in loose waves. Her hazel eyes brighten as her mouth curves into a smile.
“Good morning. I got coffee for you and a water. Went ahead and checked your schedule for today and pulled files for all your meetings. I found your last PA’s notes in my desk and tried to figure out everything I could.”
“Yeah, that’s umm, great.” This is going to be trouble. Now I need to fire her for an entirely different reason. There’s no way I can fuck Jax’s sister, but my cock doesn’t seem to process that information.
She has on makeup but not too much. Red lipstick stains her lips and I can’t help but think how good it would look painting a ring around my cock.
I thought for sure she’d be incompetent, late—fuck off on the internet when I needed shit. Apparently, I was wrong, but I’ll never tell anyone that. I only hired her as a favor. Seemed important to Jax.
There’s an awkward silence for a moment.
She stands there awaiting my orders. I don’t give her any yet. I can see that I make her nervous, and it does something for me. I like it a lot.
Her eyes stay locked on me as I take a sip of my coffee. It’s shit, but I need caffeine.
I won’t crush her on the first morning and tell her it tastes like Chewbacca’s asshole.
Truthfully, I like the ways she looks standing by my desk. I move past her and take my seat. It’d be easy to reach over and run my palm up her leg. As tempting as the thought is, I refrain because I notice Jax strolling past my office. When he looks through the glass and sees us, he pokes his head through the door.
“Off to a good start?”
“Don’t need you checking up on her, Dad.” I give him a shit-eating grin.
He glances around and flips me the bird, then walks off.
Keeping my hands to myself won’t be hard. All I have to do is look at
Claire and see the resemblance to Jax. I shudder a little at the thought. But, as I stare up at her, she doesn’t look like him at all. Damn.
I was hoping I could picture him in a wig and make a connection, trick my mind. I blink and return my gaze to the mountain of files awaiting my attention.
Fuck, I didn’t think this through. Jax is going to be all up in my business all the time now too, dropping by, asking how she’s doing.
Since she doesn’t look like Jax, there’s only one other option—be an asshole and work her to death. She’ll either quit or all my work will get done in record time and she’ll hate me so much she wouldn’t fuck me anyway.
Sounds like a plan.
“I have some dry cleaning that needs dropped off. When you’re done with that, I’ll be ready for lunch.” I reach into the top drawer of my desk and hand her the keys to my apartment. “Almost forgot. You need a company phone and laptop. Go see Camillia in HR. She’ll get you set up and do all your paperwork too. Once you know your phone number, I’ll need you to program it along with your personal number into my phone.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Don’t look so nervous. They’re simple jobs. Only an idiot could screw it up.” I flash her a wide grin.
I wave her off and get busy on the stack of files while I wait for reports from the team I have working on a property value.
Claire
It feels weird hitting the button for Maxwell’s floor when I walk into the building where all the partners live. I’ve never been to his apartment before. I don’t even know what he needs dry cleaned or where to find it. His words play over and over in my head.
“Only an idiot could screw it up.”
When I unlock the door, it isn’t much different from Jax’s as far as layout, but their styles are definitely like night and day. Jax’s taste is highly sleek and modern, but Maxwell’s apartment looks more like a beach house. The living room has a shelf with seashells, and photographs of him surfing.
My cheeks flush at the sight of him in nothing but low-cut swim trunks. His body is definitely not hard to look at.
Tiki masks hang on the walls along with more photographs of the beach. If Maxwell loves the ocean and surfing so much what in the hell is he doing in Dallas? He should be living in Malibu or something. I walk around downstairs looking for the clothes I need to drop off but don’t see anything.
Making my way upstairs I find his bedroom first. The bed is unmade, and there are dirty clothes strewn everywhere. There’s a camera mounted on a tripod. I know I shouldn’t touch it, but I can’t help but be curious. If he has a security camera in here I’ll definitely be fired.
I hit play and my brain immediately screams for me to shut it off and sprint from the room, but I can’t look away. Maxwell is on his bed with one arm behind his head. He’s completely naked stroking his huge cock with the other.
What the hell is wrong with him? Why would he video himself jerking off?
How am I ever going to look him in the eye again? Some things you can’t unsee.
Run!
I can’t look away, though. It’s like a car accident on the side of the road. A beautiful, muscular, car accident with a giant dick. My thighs squeeze together and I curse them silently in my mind. His fist glides up and down as his eyes close. Suddenly, two women climb onto the bed and join him. They block the view and I don’t know what it is, but I find myself wanting to claw their eyes out. It’s too much. I have to get out of here. One of them takes him in her mouth while the other makes out with him.
It’s so…filthy.
Run!
Warmth spreads through me as I hear a groan of pleasure erupt from his mouth.
I don’t know what comes over me, but my fingers move down through the V of my shirt and into my bra. I tweak one of my nipples, watching Maxwell and his filthy threesome. My other hand moves up the bottom of my skirt, rubbing my clit over my panties.
Brian, my ex, liked to watch porn. But none of the guys in the movies were Maxwell. This is all so—wrong.
I push thoughts of that bastard away. He dumped me when I refused to put out. We fooled around a lot but never went all the way.
I know what I’m doing right now is wrong, but Brian never made me wet like I am right now watching Maxwell. The thought scares me. I have a job to do. Jax would murder both of us if he knew what I was doing right now, or that I fantasized about his friend.
I flip the screen around to face the bed unable to resist what my body needs.
Fuck it. I’ve never done anything wild in my life. I deserve this. Get it out of my system and get back to work.
I pull my skirt up over my hips and push my panties to the side as I sink two fingers in my pussy. My eyes stay on the screen while one woman sits on Maxwell’s face and the other rides him. I can’t help but wonder what it would be like to be one of those women, taking that thick cock. Jesus, he’s beautiful.
I imagine his hands gripping my hips.
My thighs quake as I imagine riding him. Having him all to myself. I pull my fingers to my mouth and lick them clean before pushing them back in.
I can’t take my eyes off the screen. Max is now behind the woman that was on his face, taking her hard and fast. Her face is buried between the legs of the other woman.
I watch as the muscles in his back flex with his movements. The sound of their bodies slapping together is interrupted when my phone goes off from my purse up on his dresser.
I ignore it and allow myself to finish what I started. I rub my clit faster as I smell the strong scent of his cologne on the sheets.
My orgasm rolls through my hips and my fingers sink deeper into my pussy, hitting my most sensitive spot. My thighs squeeze as my walls clamp around my fingers and I ride this incredible wave of pleasure.
I look back to the screen and see Maxwell slapping his dick on both of their asses as his come spurts out all over them.
Jesus, the man is hot and clearly knows what he’s doing in the bedroom. How am I going to work for him?
The phone starts ringing this time, and I know I need to get out of here.
I scramble around the room picking up any dirty clothes I can find. Hopefully, by the time I return to the office I’ll have scrubbed these images from my mind.
When I get out of his apartment I notice he sent me a text.
Maxwell: I want a footlong hot dog from Hayward’s
I nearly choke as I read the message.
Jesus. Get your mind out of the gutter.
I’m sitting in my car still trying to catch my breath and come down from my release when another message comes through on my new company phone.
Maxwell: You okay?
My heart goes into panic mode when my brain processes the words. I know he’s just checking on me, but I immediately feel guilty. Does he know what I was doing in his bed? Is he fucking with me? What if he tells Jax?
I take a drink of water and try to calm down before replying.
Claire: Do you want sides? Something to drink? Toppings?
The phone rings and I see it’s him.
I don’t want to answer but I know I have to if I want to keep the job. How would I explain myself to Jax if I don’t make it one day?
Right now, my first instinct is to leave and just keep driving. I can’t believe I just went to town on myself on his bed. I want to just disappear.
I shake my head and clear my throat before I swipe the screen.
“Hello?”
“Find my suit?”
I gulp. “Mmhmm.”
“Why were you ignoring me? I don’t like to wait for shit. Get it done and meet back here. We’ll eat then.”
“Okay.” My finger practically cracks the screen I punch it so fast with my finger to end the call.
Maxwell
It dawns on me I didn’t tell Claire what she needed to get from my apartment for the dry cleaners. I start to text her, but I have a better idea. I pull up the security feed for my place on my personal l
aptop.
I watch as she examines my apartment. Probably thinks I’m a slob. They all do.
She smiles to herself as she picks up a picture from the mantle. I follow her as she walks up the stairs, swaying her hips, making my cock hard. One could argue that it’s wrong to spy on her, but it’s my fucking apartment and I do what I want.
With every step she takes, her skirt rides up her thighs a little more and I see a little more of her ass. I wonder what color her panties are? I bet she wears white cotton. Pure and innocent.
Jaxson always brags about what a good girl she is. It almost seems like she’s his own daughter sometimes. I always roll my eyes. He never shuts up about her. I think he forgets she’s in her mid-twenties.
I blink a few times when I see what’s happening on the screen. Apparently, she’s a curious woman. I lean toward the computer when she examines the camera I have set up at the foot of my bed.
Well, this just got entertaining.
Her fingers run along the buttons…tempted to spy on her boss. My cock grows a little harder and I zoom in on her.
Go ahead. Push that button, Claire. Don’t be shy.
I grin to myself.
Well, fuck me—she just hit play.
But here’s the real question—will she run away or stay and watch?
I have a healthy sexual appetite. I love pussy and I’m a kinky bastard. Sweet Claire isn’t even scratching the surface with this video. It was just a routine Monday night. I should put a stop to this but when I see her touching herself I can’t bring myself to do anything but watch. In fact, being the bastard I am, I close the blinds to my office and sink down in my chair.
