Thin Walls

by Lawson, Cassandra

  “Did it work?” I asked. “Did I finally attract my boss’s attention?”

  “Oh, you’ve got my attention all right,” he said in a stern voice. “Stand up and bend over the desk.”

  This was taking an even kinkier turn than I’d expected, and I loved it. When I got to my feet, Spencer was standing so close that I brushed against him. His eyes darkened.

  “Now, what shall I do with you?” he asked as he turned me and pushed me until I was bent over the desk with my ass in the air. He kept one hand between my shoulder blades to hold me in place, not that he needed to put any effort into keeping me there.

  Spencer massaged my ass as I wiggled against his hand. My body was already heating with lust. Naughty secretary was one of my favorite fantasies thanks to countless bad boy billionaire novels.

  He leaned in close and whispered, “We’re going to have to keep it down, love. You don’t want security coming in here and seeing your bare ass on display, do you?”

  A shudder ran through me as I felt him push my skirt up. “I’ll be quiet,” I promised.

  “Very good,” he murmured before his palm came down on my lace covered butt cheek. The slap echoed through the room. It wasn’t hard, but I still yelped in response. “Quiet,” he reminded me as he massaged my backside before delivering another smack.

  He continued his playful spanking, building in intensity and speed until the stinging heat spread throughout my backside and my pussy throbbed with need.

  Spencer’s fingers slid under the edge of my panties. “I’m not sure you’ve learned your lesson yet.”

  “Not yet,” I said on a moan as he pushed my panties down to my ankles. My hands gripped the edge of the desk, and I moaned even louder when I felt one of his fingers stroke my opening.

  “You’re so wet,” he whispered. “Christ, this is hot.” He cleared his throat, and when he spoke again, he was back in character. “Have you learned your lesson yet, Ms. Whitier?”

  “Yes, sir,” I said in my sweetest voice. “I promise to try harder.”

  “No more flirting at work?” he asked as he slid two fingers inside of me.

  I moaned and rocked back against his hand. It wasn’t easy staying in character when I was so turned on that I wanted to beg him to take me. “That’s not fair! I can’t help it if men are attracted to me.”

  “Then I see you haven’t learned your lesson,” he scolded as he helped me to my feet and then led me over to the sofa. He sat down before pulling me across his lap.

  I giggled when I found myself facing the floor.

  “You think this is funny, do you?” he asked before giving my ass a firm smack.

  “A little,” I admitted, but I wasn’t laughing long when Spencer started spanking me again. This time, he was merciless. His swats were fast and hard, but he’d already warmed me up enough that the stinging heat felt incredible. Once I was wiggling and moaning with each swat, he slipped his hand between my legs and began stroking me. I was already wet and close to orgasm as he circled my clit with his finger before thrusting it inside of me.

  “More, Spencer,” I begged. “Please.”

  “Please what?” he asked.

  “Please make me come,” I pleaded. He flipped me onto my back on the sofa and moved so he could bury his face between my legs. There was no more teasing or games as he sucked my clit into his mouth while two fingers moved inside of me. Between the thrusting of his fingers and the way he sucked and licked my clit, I felt myself tumbling over the edge within minutes.

  I did my best to keep my cry of completion down, but it wasn’t easy. I wasn’t sure I’d ever be able to move again as the spasms of my release seemed to rock my entire body.

  Chapter 42

  Spencer

  I continued to gently suckle Mercy’s clit as my fingers stroked her until the spasms from her orgasm subsided. She was incredible, and I wanted inside of her.

  “Shall I bend over the desk again?” she asked. Her inviting smile made my dick twitch.

  “I’d like nothing more than to bend you over my desk and fuck you,” I murmured. “Unfortunately, I don’t have a condom. I’m clean, but that’s not our only concern.”

  “Why don’t you have a seat at your desk, and I’ll show you how committed I am to doing a better job at work?”

  Her suggestion was so fucking hot that I lost the ability to speak. All I could do was nod and walk around to my side of the desk. I turned the chair and sat. I couldn’t look away as Mercy knelt on the floor between my legs. Her hands moved up my thighs as her head dropped to the fly of my pants. My dick twitched as her warm breath caressed it through the fabric.

  Her hands moved to the fastenings on my pants to release my throbbing dick, and her fingers wrapped around it. She stroked and squeezed my cock as I watched her with hooded eyes.

  “Put it in your mouth,” I rasped out.

  “Yes, sir,” Mercy replied as she leaned forward to tease the tip with the slightest caress of her tongue.

  I groaned, and my head dropped back as my fists clenched the arms of my chair. Her perfect mouth wrapped around my dick and slid down the length as she hummed around me.

  “Christ, that’s so good,” I said on a ragged groan.

  Mercy continued to suck and lick my dick, her hot mouth driving me to the edge. Her fingernails dug into my thighs through the fabric of my pants, and I lost what little control I had left. My fingers tangled in her hair. When I clutched it tightly, she moaned around my dick before sucking harder.

  Her head moved down until she took every inch of my cock. With her magical mouth pleasuring me, I wasn’t sure how long I’d be able to hold out.

  “Christ, Mercy. I’m already close to coming. That feels so good.”

  I gripped the arms of my chair to keep myself from grabbing her hair and guiding her movements. Still feeling the high from our roleplaying, I wanted to dominate and control her.

  When she swirled her tongue around my shaft as she cupped my balls, the last of my control snapped. I called out her name as I came hard.

  Mercy drank in the last of my release before looking up at me with a sexy smile. I gripped her arms so I could pull her closer and settle her on my lap. My lips claimed hers in a slow kiss as I drank in her moans.

  When I finally broke the kiss, my fingers were tangled in her hair. “Thank you. That was incredible.”

  “Yes, it was,” she agreed with a sigh. “I’m not sure I have the energy to drive home after that.”

  “Don’t worry, love,” I murmured. “It will be my pleasure to drive you home.”

  Chapter 43

  Mercy

  “I can’t believe we did that,” I said for probably the tenth time since we’d left the office that evening.

  Spencer chuckled as he set the takeout containers on the breakfast bar. We’d decided to head to his place since he had condoms. He’d had me bent over the back of his sofa within five minutes of us getting into his home.

  Spencer chuckled. “What can’t you believe? Is it that we let our food get cold while I took you?”

  I shook my head. “That I have no trouble believing. It’s the roleplaying in your office I’m having trouble believing. I’ve never done anything like that before.”

  “The roleplaying or the office sex?” he asked.

  “I’ve done some roleplaying but no work sex,” I admitted. “My rule about dating guys I work with isn’t new.”

  “I should feel guilty about convincing you to break that rule,” he mused.

  “But you don’t,” I finished for him as I ate my shrimp fried rice.

  “Not even a little,” he admitted. “I’m too busy feeling proud of myself for breaking your roleplaying at work cherry. You’re a natural.”

  “You seem to be experienced at roleplaying,” I remarked.

  “Not as much as you might think,” he replied. “I’ve always wanted to play naughty secretary.”

  “Me too,” I admitted. “I’ve read books with this f
antasy in them. What other games are you interested in playing?”

  Spencer cleared his throat. “We should probably save this conversation for later. After we finish eating, you can tempt me all you want.”

  “You’re making it hard,” I admitted.

  “Good,” he replied with a grin. “I can’t believe I wasted all of these months.”

  “Wasted?” I asked with a raised eyebrow.

  He nodded and swallowed his bite of orange chicken before responding. “I moved here nearly a year ago, and all this time, I thought you were an elderly woman.”

  “As my family and friends will tell you, I acted like an old woman,” I told him. “In my defense, I felt like an old woman for the first couple of months after the shooting. It’s not easy recovering from getting shot.”

  “Are you completely recovered?” he asked.

  “Sure,” I insisted. “Don’t I seem completely recovered?”

  “You seem fine,” he replied. “Except for the nightmares you still have, but I suppose that’s to be expected.”

  “And I’m working on that in therapy,” I assured him. “It’s why I need Thursdays off starting next week. My therapist was on vacation, so you got me for two Thursdays.”

  “That’s fine. No one important has complained about you working from home on Thursdays,” he sounded irritated.

  “Who complained?” I asked since this was the first I’d heard of anyone being unhappy with that part of my contract. The rest of the team had known about it for two weeks, and no one had mentioned it being a problem. All our meetings were already scheduled around my need to be away from the office on Thursdays. They also knew how to reach me if they needed anything from my end. It was only two days in the last two weeks of my contract, so it hardly seemed like a problem.

  “Just Warren,” he explained. “According to Mia, he’s claiming that he needs to have team meetings every Thursday.”

  I nearly groaned at the mention of Warren causing even more problems. “Why didn’t anyone mention this to me?”

  Spencer shrugged. “We didn’t think you needed to worry about it. Mia told Warren that wouldn’t work for any of us. Warren is pissy because he hasn’t gotten what he wants from taking this job.”

  “Does he want something other than to be a pain in the ass?” I asked. “It seems he’s pulling that off. I guess he may not feel like he's a big enough pain in the ass. When I didn’t hear about him all day, I had hope that he was behaving.”

  Spencer shrugged. “I’d say he’s behaving as best he can. Warren wants to be the center of attention, and he’s not getting any. I’m not interested in listening to his apologies, and you aren’t falling at his feet. Mia, Kayla, and Liam don’t care for him. Basically, he has no one to praise him.”

  “Do you think he wants to work things out with you?” I asked. “I’m not suggesting you forgive him, but do you think he regrets throwing away your friendship?”

  “Possibly,” Spencer replied. “I think Warren got used to me being there. His family may give him anything he wants when it comes to material possessions, but they’re not close. Warren ends up pissing off all of his friends, eventually. No more talking about Warren. Let’s talk about us and what it will take to get you to spend the night.”

  I smiled, liking the idea of spending the night with Spencer almost as much as I liked the idea of the things he could do to convince me to spend the night. Before I could respond, there was a knock at Spencer’s front door.

  “Are you expecting someone?” I asked.

  He shook his head. “Nope. Let me see who it is.”

  Spencer looked out the peephole before turning to me. “It’s your sister and Gage Addison.”

  I was about to ask what they were doing there when I suddenly remembered the event I’d been trying to get out of for the last month. “Oh shit! I’m supposed to go to The Project tonight. Bennie made me promise to go to a small party the band is having in the VIP room. I forgot to message her to tell her I’m sick.”

  “You aren’t sick,” Spencer pointed out.

  “And now, she’ll know that,” I grumbled. “I guess you’d better let them in.”

  Spencer opened the door, and I watched from my spot on his sofa as my sister prepared to ask him if I was there. Her eyes widened as they took in Spencer, shirtless and still wearing his dress pants. Her eyes then moved around the room to where my clothes sat on the floor and finally landed on me in nothing but Spencer’s shirt.

  “Hi, Bennie,” I greeted her.

  She grinned. “And here I was worried you were going to try telling me you’re too sick to go out tonight.”

  I coughed twice and placed a hand on my forehead.

  Spencer’s expression was grave as he looked at Bentley. “She’s not doing well.”

  “That won’t work,” Gage told him before sticking out a hand. “I’m Gage.”

  Gage, the lead guitarist of Reckless Release, was a couple inches over six feet tall with dirty blond hair and brown eyes.

  Spencer smiled and shook his hand. “Spencer. I’m Mercy’s neighbor, as I’m sure you already deduced.”

  “I figured that out,” Gage replied. “That and other things. Is Spencer coming with us, Mercy? If he is, I should call Remi now to let him know. He’s already got security on high alert to make sure that crazy Suri chick doesn’t get in there.”

  “I really can’t go,” I argued helplessly, but I knew I was going to lose this fight. Bentley was gathering up my clothes and directing me to get dressed so I could head back over to my place to get ready. I cast one last glance at Spencer, hoping he’d come up with a way to get me out of it.

  He shrugged and grinned. “I’ll get ready to go now.”

  Chapter 44

  Mercy

  I was still kicking myself for forgetting to cancel with Bentley as I sat in the back of the SUV heading to The Project. The members of Reckless Release were traveling in three SUVs with their security detail. Normally, they only took two. I suspected Bentley thought it would be easier for me if we had more privacy. We could also make a quick escape if I had any problems. As much as she’d pushed for me to go to the party, she still worried about how I’d handle it.

  “Have you been to this club before?” Spencer asked as the driver pulled up in front to drop us off.

  I shook my head. “The only clubs I’ve been into are the ones I owned. The last place I wanted to be on my night off was a club.”

  “That’s not true,” Bentley argued as Gage gave our names at the door, and the bouncer checked our IDs. “You went to a club with me a few years ago.”

  “That’s right! They had a horrible bartender who didn’t know how to make hardly any drinks,” I remarked.

  “And you ended up tending bar all night,” Bentley complained.

  Spencer chuckled. “Did you really take over the bar at a club you didn’t even work at?”

  “They offered me the job,” I replied with a grin.

  “Are you planning to take over the bar tonight?” he asked.

  “We’ll see how things go,” was my saucy reply.

  “I’m sure Remi has everything under control at the bar,” Bentley stated.

  The music from the club made it hard to hear as we walked through the central area, toward the stairs near the back. The Project had a good crowd, no surprise since it was a little after eleven on a Friday night.

  I had been somewhat anxious about stepping into a club for the second time since my shooting. Even the sale of my clubs happened from the comfort of my home. My attorney had handled nearly all the details. When I’d gone to The Frisky Beaver with Spencer, I’d been too busy working to think about the night of the robbery.

  As we headed up the stairs to the VIP section, the music grew quieter, and I wondered if Spencer went to a lot of clubs. He seemed like the type who’d probably gone during his college years, but something told me he didn’t go too often anymore.

  All except Austin and Piper were t
here when we entered the VIP room. Piper still didn’t like leaving their new baby with a sitter. It had been far too long since I’d hung out with her. Piper had managed Euphoria. She was a natural at club management, and I’d had no regrets about hiring her. After the robbery, she’d decided to take a different position that allowed her to work from home—not because of the robbery like I had. Piper had also discovered she was pregnant around that time and decided club management hours weren’t for her. It was probably a good thing since the father of her baby was the drummer for Reckless Release. When Austin was on the road, she didn’t have to worry about finding a sitter.

  “Mercy!” Xander called out before standing and hurrying over to hug me. He lifted me and spun me around. “I was sure you’d bail on us.”

  “Put her down,” Cami, Xander’s girlfriend, said from his side.

  “Fine,” Xander agreed as he set me on my feet. Xander was the lead singer of Reckless Release. He was hot with brown eyes, black hair, and a neatly trimmed beard. He also had an insane waffle addiction that had made his band crazy before Cami taught him how to make amazing waffles. Seriously, I’ve never tasted anything like them.

  I’d known Cami for years. She was Bentley’s best friend, and we’d hung out together a lot. She was a little taller than me with a petite frame, pale blonde hair, and deep blue eyes.

  “You have a date, Mercy?” Cami asked as she looked Spencer up and down. I was surprised Bentley hadn’t already messaged Cami to let her know I was bringing Spencer. “Wait! Is this your porn-addict neighbor?”

  Spencer groaned. “Can I possibly get a new nickname?”

  “Sometimes, we call you Mercy’s hot neighbor,” Cami told him.

  “I like that better,” Spencer replied with a grin.

  “You’re a porn addict?” Naturally, Xander latched onto that part of the conversation.

  “No, he’s not,” I replied for him. “It was a misunderstanding, but we should talk about something else.”