Rebel in a Suit (Cockiest Suits Book 4)

by Alex Wolf

  “Oops. How’d that happen?”

  Somehow my cock is out of my pants. Better take care of that. Must be a sign from up above.

  My cock aches, just hard as a fucking rock, when she moves to my bed and sits on the edge with her skirt hiked up.

  You naughty little bitch.

  Her panties are sexier than I’d guessed. I never dreamed she’d be turned on watching me fuck two other women, but she is. I figured the second she hit play I’d be getting slapped when she returned.

  I zoom in closer and watch her stuff her fingers in the pretty little pink pussy. I grip my cock, stroking myself as I watch little Miss Innocent ride her hand. Her head flies back, dark hair fanned out on my sheets. Her thick lips part and she brings her fingers up and sucks them into her mouth, moaning as she tastes herself.

  Christ, she’s fucking sexy.

  I jerk my cock harder and faster imagining her lips wrapped around me, sucking me to the back of her throat.

  Fucking her would be poetry. I’d love to look into her eyes while I feed her my dick.

  Jesus, I’m about to blow already.

  A shudder travels down my spine and my balls tighten before I blow all over my hand. Wave after wave. I’m still busting into my hand when I text her with the other. She’s fucking with my stuff, so it’s only natural I should fuck with her. She needs to be punished for making me jerk off on my hand like some teenage boy.

  Claire looks up when the phone goes off, but doesn’t stop pleasing herself on my sheets. It takes everything I have not to drive over there and finish the job for her.

  I start calling and she ignores all of them.

  It pisses me off. My jaw ticks as she finishes up then races around my room in an orgasm-induced haze.

  I finally get her on the phone. Even her goddamn voice nearly has me hard again. I need her back in the office now.

  I’m fucking starving, but not for food. I want my cock in her tight cunt as soon as possible.

  I grab a tissue from my desk to clean up.

  Then I wait.

  Claire

  I’ve been sitting in the parking garage for ten minutes. I know Max’s food is probably getting cold. I can’t bring myself to go in there after what I did. My brother would die of shame if he found out. I don’t know what came over me, but the worst part is…I liked it. I want more. I want Maxwell. I want him to take me like he did those women and show me how a real man fucks.

  I’ve never been with a man before. I’ve only dated boys. Max is tall and commands respect with his dangerous blue eyes. He has a surfer’s body and can wear a suit like he belongs on the runway.

  My phone pings.

  Maxwell: better have my food on my desk in five minutes.

  My first response is to ask what happens if I don’t, but I think better of it. He’s been short with me ever since I walked in the office this morning. Maybe it’s because I’m Jax’s sister. I grab the bag of takeout from the passenger seat and make my way to the elevator. The blinds in his office are pulled down so I knock on the door.

  “If you aren’t lunch go away.” His loud voice booms and I bite the inside of my cheek.

  He’s angry that I’ve made him wait for his food because I’m a chicken shit. If I want to start standing on my own and stop living off Jax’s allowance, I better pull myself together.

  Squaring my shoulders back, I open the door and walk in like I own the place.

  His head snaps up. “About damn time.”

  “Sorry, caught up in traffic.”

  “Rule number one. If you’re going to work for me, don’t bullshit me. You can’t bullshit a bullshitter. Number two. If you’re running behind, let me know. Number three. Never waste my time. Time is money.”

  “Yes, sir.”

  I offer him a weak smile as he snatches the bag and takes it over to a seating area in the corner.

  “Well…” His eyes sear into me. “Gonna join?”

  “I uh, don’t like hot dogs.” I do but there’s no way I can eat right now. I need out of this room, fast.

  His brow quirks up. “Can’t handle twelve inches?”

  “What did you just say?” There is no way he just said what I think he did. Did he?

  Before he can reply my brother throws the door to the office open.

  Maxwell scowls in his direction. “Don’t you knock?”

  “Just coming by to see if Claire had lunch yet? Why are your blinds down?” His tone is accusatory.

  “I don’t want assholes bothering me while I eat.” Maxwell smirks. “Why do you think they’re closed?”

  Jaxson rolls his eyes then turns to me. “Claire, lunch?”

  “Sure.” I glance over at Maxwell. “That is if you don’t need me for anything else, sir.”

  His lip twitches when I call him sir, and I swear my body heats up another twenty degrees.

  Maxwell pretends to mull it over.

  I think he’s really just trying to piss Jaxson off.

  “It’s fine. You can go.”

  I scurry out of his office. He’s making me crazy and it hasn’t even been a full day.

  I follow Jax to the company cafeteria and get a salad.

  “Aren’t you eating?” I smother the lettuce with ranch dressing, suddenly feeling starved now that I’m out of the office.

  “Already did. Wanted to see how things are going.”

  “Good. I think it could be a good fit.”

  No you don’t. This is a horrible idea. You’ve seen how the first day has gone.

  “Glad to hear it. If he gives you shit, let me know.”

  “He’s fine.” I wave my hand around and dig back into my salad.

  “I need to get back upstairs.”

  “Go. I’ll see you around.”

  When I get done with my food I head back upstairs and take a seat at my desk. I look to my left and feel the heat of Maxwell’s stare scorching into me and notice the blinds are open once again.

  I smile at him and he gives me a hard stare through the window.

  Did I do something wrong?

  I chew on the tip of my pen, a lifelong habit I can’t seem to break. There’s no way he knows what I did. Even if he does have some voyeur cam set up—which I wouldn’t put past him—he couldn’t have seen it yet. He’s been working all morning. The thought of him finding out has my stomach in knots.

  I need to focus on work to take my mind off it.

  But, no matter how hard I try, I can’t. I squirm in my seat remembering the look on his face when he came. His mouth was partially open, his square jaw clenched. He looked relaxed, not like the smug asshole mean-mugging me from the other room.

  My company phone pings with a text.

  Maxwell: My office. Now.

  Jesus.

  I expected him to be bossy, but he takes it to a whole new level. I put the pen down on my desk and scoot my chair back. I stand up and fix my skirt. It keeps riding up my thighs as I walk into his office.

  “Close the door.” He practically growls at me.

  I do as he says.

  He points to the chair across from him. “Sit.”

  “Did I, umm, do something wrong?”

  His blue eyes pretty much pin me to the seat.

  “Do you have a dress?”

  What the hell? “Yeah. Why?”

  He smiles, rubbing the pad of his thumb across his chin before leaning across the desk. He looks so dominating in his gray suit.

  “Got an invitation while you were at lunch. I need a date. Someone professional but hot enough to distract the man standing between me and a multi-billion-dollar deal.”

  “I don’t know.” I fiddle with my hands in my lap. “I don’t think I’m the one for something like that.”

  “Of course you are. I can’t get a damn thing done today with you wearing that skirt halfway up your legs. It’s about an inch away from flashing me those black panties you’re wearing.”

  Heat spreads across my face and flushes down my n
eck to my chest. How in the hell does he know what color…?

  Shit! Triple shit!

  “Look at me.” His brows narrow.

  My eyes immediately obey his command. “You saw?” My words come out on an exhale.

  “Goddamn right I did.” He licks his bottom lip. “Had to close the blinds and fuck my hand just so I could focus.”

  “I’m sorry.” I look at the floor.

  He stalks around his desk until he’s standing in front of me, then leans back and folds his arms across his chest. “What are we going to do about this?”

  I should feel ashamed, but the way he’s staring me down in his suit with those hard blues—I might get off just looking at him.

  “Please don’t tell my brother.”

  He smirks. “Why the fuck would I tell him?”

  I shrug and dare to look up at him.

  He licks that bottom lip of his and rakes his stare up and down my body. “Fuck, you’d be a perfect submissive. After this charity event I’m taking you somewhere.”

  “What?”

  “Shh.” He leans over and trails his index finger down my lips, then leans next to my ear. “I saw you watching me on that camera. Saw what you did in my bed. Saw everything. So don’t play dumb, okay?”

  “Look, I may have gotten carried away, but that’s all it was.”

  He leans back and snickers. “I know what you need. You’re curious. I know someone who’d be perfect for a girl like you.”

  For some reason my confidence kicks into overdrive. Confidence or stupidity. “Why not you?”

  A grin spreads across his lips. “Promised your brother I wouldn’t touch you.” He sighs. “God knows I want to. So, I’ll just have to watch someone else.” He pulls a black card from his pocket. “Get a dress. Shoes…whatever you want. Classy but sexy. It’s black tie.”

  He waves me out of his office before I even know how to respond. What the hell is he even talking about?

  He did get one thing right, though. I am curious.

  Maxwell

  This is a terrible idea. I’m already in over my head.

  Jaxson will kill me—well, he’ll try. I smirk to myself. What he doesn’t know won’t hurt him. Claire’s like a ripe virgin sent here to torment me. A forbidden fruit I should stay far away from.

  I don’t mix fucking and business. That’s a good way to ruin everything I’ve accomplished. The guys all know I love to fuck around and I’m into some crazy shit, but they don’t know I hold membership to an elite club for people with—eccentric tastes. Shit you can’t do with some one-night stand you take home from the bar.

  The club is my best kept secret. It’s mine, and only mine. Something special to me.

  Getting pussy is easy. Always has been.

  I don’t do relationships. I like to fuck, and I like… other things. That’s why I find the club so appealing.

  Watching Claire have the balls to rub one out on my bed while watching me bang two women—I bet she’d love it there.

  I can see it written all over her. She needs to be fucked. She needs a man. Not that little bitch she brought to the last Christmas party. I could mold her into a perfect sub, but if Jaxson ever found out…it would ruin the company.

  I can’t wait to see what she gets.

  I told Jaxson I sent her to pick up a new suit.

  I’m already lying to him and imagining how she’d look wearing a collar with my name on it.

  A girl like Claire needs to be owned. She needs to be mine. It’s an absolutely terrible idea, and I have no clue why I’m excited about sabotaging myself and one of my closest friendships.

  There’s just something about her.

  Once I get in the privacy of my car, I pull out my phone and bring up Claire’s personal number.

  Maxwell: you get a dress?

  Claire: yeah

  Maxwell: I want to see it

  Claire: what?

  Maxwell: send me a picture

  Claire: you can’t be serious

  Maxwell: I watched you finger fuck yourself on my sheets. I think a picture will be fine.

  A few minutes pass and eventually the dots start bouncing on the phone. The picture comes through as I’m typing out a message for her to hurry the fuck up. My cock stands at attention as I wait for it to load.

  As soon as it finishes, I feel the need to throw my phone through the window. It’s hanging in a fucking closet.

  Nice one, Claire. Think you’re funny?

  I can’t even see what it would really look like.

  Maxwell: you alone?

  Claire: yeah. why?

  Maxwell: I need to swing by and pick up my card. Text me your address.

  She sends it and I relay the information to the driver.

  Knowing she’s probably pacing back and forth, nervous as hell—it feels fantastic. Toying with someone as innocent as Claire is my idea of fun.

  When I arrive at her building, my face screws itself up. Why in the hell is she living in this building when there’s an empty apartment next to her brother? I can practically smell the shit from the sewer. I don’t like it. Her living here.

  I don’t even know why I care. She isn’t special to me. No one is.

  Made that mistake once with a girl in California. She fucked my best friend. Last I heard they got married and have three kids.

  I made sure to send them a wedding gift. It was a custom dildo molded from my cock. At least they’ll always have that to remember me by.

  I was a bitter bastard when it all went down but now I don’t give a flying fuck about either of them. It’s why I left town. Put all the bullshit behind me. I took the job here and started over.

  I walk straight into the building and the main door is unlocked. Of course it is. I stare around at the shitbox of an apartment complex. What was Jaxson thinking letting her move in here? I want to kick him right in the pecker.

  When I get to her apartment on the third floor I knock.

  Her soft voices calls out, “It’s open.”

  My jaw clenches. I knock again, harder this time.

  Why the fuck would she just invite someone into her apartment without checking to see who it is? Jesus.

  I listen for her footsteps. When I hear her approach, I step off to the side. She needs to learn a lesson in safety.

  I know they grew up on a ranch where they could probably sleep with their doors unlocked, but this isn’t a fucking hamlet out in butt-fucking rural county. This is a big city.

  The door opens, and she pokes her unsuspecting head out. The moment I catch a glimpse of her dark hair as she looks the opposite direction I make my move and grab her, clamping my hand over her mouth.

  Her fight or flight instincts kick in and she struggles against me. Her tight ass rubs over my crotch and my whole body tenses at the sensation.

  “What the fuck were you thinking.” I growl the words in her ear and let go of her.

  She takes a swing at me on instinct.

  I won’t give her an F, because it’s pretty impressive.

  She still doesn’t pass, though. Fucking hell, I’m going to have to talk to Jax.

  “What are you doing?” Her eyes widen, then narrow in on me. Relief washes over her face, but she still looks pretty pissed.

  “A favor. You live in a piece of shit neighborhood and didn’t even bother checking to see who was at the door. What if I was a rapist or serial killer?”

  Her face turns red and she folds her arms over her chest. “I knew it was you. You said you were on your way over.”

  “Doesn’t matter. You always check. You’re a single woman. Your brother should’ve taught you better than this.” I glance around. “The fuck are you doing living here anyway?”

  She sighs. “I like it here. It’s got character.”

  If by character she means bad insulation, rats, and shitty fixtures, then by all means, it has character.

  I follow her inside, closing the door behind me, unsure of what I’m really doing here.
Playing with fire. That’s exactly what I’m doing. I don’t need my card or whatever excuse I gave her.

  “Can I get you a drink? All I have is juice, water, milk, or tea.”

  “No. I shouldn’t even be here.” I look around her apartment feeling like I stepped back into college. Mismatched art on the wall. Her couch is a futon for fuck’s sake. It reminds me how young and off limits she is.

  “Why? Because you’re my boss or because of my brother?”

  “Both.”

  “Well, I have your card. It’s in my purse. Give me a minute. I was getting ready to make coffee. You can sit or whatever.”

  She’s changed from her work clothes and her t-shirt rides up as she stretches to retrieve something from a cabinet.

  I catch a glimpse of a daisy tattooed on her hip.

  “Out of the way, shorty.” I reach past and grab a coffee mug for her.

  Her fingers brush over mine, warm and inviting. An invitation I try to ignore.

  Saying and doing are two different things though.

  “I’d like to see what I bought. Go put on the dress.”

  She cocks her head to the side as she pours water into the coffee maker. Her teeth graze her bottom lip.

  “You want me to put on the dress? Here? Now?”

  I take a step toward her. “Look, Claire. I don’t like repeating myself. And I don’t say shit that I don’t mean.”

  Claire

  Holy shit.

  Maxwell is in my apartment. The man is temptation walking. God, he smells nice. Not overpowering or too musky. He has a clean smell, like fresh linens when they first come out of the dryer. But there’s a hint of something more. Something I can’t put a finger on. Attraction. Raw sexual chemistry hangs in the air between us. I inhale a breath and the air seems thick.

  It’s like he’s sucking all the oxygen from my small apartment. I know he thinks my place is beneath a man like him, but I got it on my own without my brother paying my way.