by Emelia Blair
I stride into my office only to see Agatha sitting on the long sofa, her legs tucked under her as she types furiously on her laptop, hitting the keys loudly.
I wince. “What did that poor laptop ever do to you?”
Her fingers still and she gazes up at me. It’s then that I notice that she is wearing glasses, large black circular frames that make her face look even more delicate than usual. Her hair is done up in a messy bun, wisps of hair having escaped, hanging down the side of her face. Her white blouse is silk, and the first two buttons are open, enough for me to see a hint of cleavage. I have no idea how she managed to get her legs under her in that pencil shirt.
She looks so sexy that I want to rip her clothes off and take her. However, I doubt she will be amused by any such attempt at the moment.
I tuck my hands in my pant pockets and rock on my heels. “So, uh, that’s a new look.”
She makes a face. “Don’t rub it in. Zayn dropped by for lunch, and he’s been texting me nerd jokes ever since. I fell asleep wearing my contacts last night, and my eyes started to hurt, so, I’m just sticking to the glasses.”
“So, everybody saw you like this, today?” I am trying to hold in my jealousy at my girlfriend probably having guys ogle at her.
However, Agatha takes it the wrong way, and there is a warning note in her voice as she says, “If this is your way of saying that I look stupid, I have a pen here which you can stick up your—”
“You look hot. Like something that just walked out of a fantasy, hot.”
Her jaw drops and her cheeks turned red. “Are you for real?”
I shrug. “You look like some sexy secretary. In fact—” I waggle my eyebrows.
Her eyes widen in disbelief. “Unbelievable. I could wear a sack, and you would still think I’m sex on a stick.”
I don’t miss the hint of pleasure in her voice.
I sit on the arm of the sofa. “I had to leave early, so I didn’t see you get dressed. Wish I’d been there. I’m ninety percent sure I could have talked you out of that and back into bed.”
She laughs. “Pervert.” As an afterthought, she adds, “It would have been pretty easy to talk me into bed though.”
I grin. “Have you had dinner?”
She shakes her head. “Your assistant asked me a few times, but I wanted to wait for you.”
“Well, there’s this really nice Vietnamese place nearby. We could get something from there.”
She gives me a prim look from behind the glasses, making my blood heat up. “No Vietnamese. Can we order Indian? I’ve been craving it for a week.”
I would hire a sushi chef if she asked. She is looking so sexy that I can’t think straight.
When her eyes narrowed into slits, I jerk and nod. “Indian, yeah. Curry. It has curry. You like curry.”
She gives me a baffled look. “You okay?”
I nod tightly, and as I walk to the door to tell Hastings, I know it’s going to be a long evening.
10
Agatha
Yanking Ian’s chain is always fun.
I didn’t know he would find this outfit so appealing, but from the moment he saw me, he was aroused.
I stare at my computer screen smugly.
I have zero interest in this report right now. I know I am supposed to scour through this before George shows up. He was supposed to meet me three days ago, but he had to cancel. Apparently, he slipped and hurt his arm.
I find it odd that it would deter a workaholic like him from showing up to a meeting, but I don’t dwell on it for long.
Half-empty containers of Indian food lay on the small coffee table in front of the sofa. Ian is going through some documents, his mood black.
I watch him throw three different files into the trash bin, growling.
“Everything okay?” I ask, carefully.
“These employees,” his words are a snarl. “None of their files have been updated. The previous management was shit. The HR department is shit here.” He turns and presses the intercom button. “Hastings get in here!”
My eyes are wide as I watch him pace around the room, cursing under his breath. When Hastings walks in, wariness on his face, Ian snarls, “I want the whole HR team out by the morning! Send termination letters to all of them!”
Hastings pales. “But sir, that’s a ten people team. If they leave, we won’t—”
“Then, outsource the damn department and start creating a job description!”
Hastings sighs. “All right. But Lily will want to talk to you. She’s been here for the longest. She won’t go without a fight.”
Ian bares his teeth. “Is this the woman who takes two-hour lunch breaks?” The vicious smile on my lover’s face makes me pity whoever Lily is. “I would love to have a word with her.”
“Yikes,” I wince when Hastings leaves the room.
Ian scowls. “She’s been skimping money from the accounts.”
I blink. “But she’s in HR. How does she have access?”
Ian sinks into his chair, his expression dark. “A lot of these people have been demoted, and they’re usually the ones who are also taking two-hour breaks. She didn’t alter their files, and they’ve been receiving far above their paygrade.”
“What if she’s a sweet old grandma type?”
Ian gives me a look. “She’s in her late twenties, and the first thing she did when I showed up was make a play for me.”
My blood boils. “Is she attractive?”
“How would I know?” Ian says, absently, as he picks up another file. “I only have eyes for you.”
The calm, matter-of-fact tone in which he says that makes my pulse flutter. However, a vein of anger still remains. “Which floor does she work on?”
He pins me to the spot with his stare. “I don’t think so, babe. I want to fire her, not have her eyes clawed out before I can get to that.”
It seems that Ian isn’t the only one with the jealous streak. “So, if you and I hadn’t been together, would you still have thought she wasn’t attractive?”
Ian scoffs. “If you and I weren’t together, I would be chasing after you. My type is blonde, funny, sadistic, smart, and just a little bit crazy.”
“I can’t believe you think I’m sadistic,” I complain. “I have been nothing but nic—”
“You tease my assistant, and you enjoy making him uncomfortable,” Ian points out dryly.
I wrinkle my nose. “It’s funny.”
“Not to him. And if you tease him like this again and he bursts into tears, that’s on you.”
I wince.
A few hours pass in peace as we get done with our work. The entire floor we are on is empty by the time I am done with my work.
Even Hastings left for the night. Ian is in the midst of a meeting. I shut down my laptop and stretched out on the couch. It’s nearing midnight, and I am glad I left Storm with the cat-sitter.
I watch him end his Skype meeting and notice the frown on his face as he rolls back his sleeves to his elbows. “You look annoyed.”
“I am surrounded by fucking idiots, that’s why,” he growls.
I have nothing to do, and he seems to be in a bad mood. And that just spurs me on.
There are times when I enjoy pushing him.
I walk over to him, and it doesn’t miss my attention that his eyes fixate on my hips. I walk to his desk and hop onto the solid wood.
The flare of heat in his eyes is unmistakable and my lips curve. “Sounds like you’re really busy.”
My fingers move to the buttons on his waistcoat, and I start undoing them.
“I am,” he says, his eyes on my cleavage that is right in front of him.
I push his waistcoat off and I am about to start on his shirt buttons when his laptop starts making a sound that indicates an incoming video call.
I immediately slip under the desk. “Don’t mind me.”
“What?” He narrows his eyes at me before answering the call. “Albert. What do you have for
me?”
I don’t know what comes over me, but I find myself rubbing the bulge in Ian’s pants. His legs become tense while his voice is calm and collected, all business-like.
It doesn’t take me more than a few seconds to get him hard, and when I unzip his pants and take out the hard cock, I marvel at its length and stroke it.
I glance up at him and see the cool look in his eyes that tells me I am going to get in a lot of trouble for this later.
I shrug off the threat.
My mouth envelops the thick cock, and I slowly take it into my mouth, one inch at a time. Thankfully, I have no gag reflex, so I am not uncomfortable when the plump head hits the back of my throat.
I move my head back and forth, sucking the thick appendage. My hands move to fondle his balls, and I suddenly feel Ian’s hand in my hair as he grips it, tightly.
I can hear him saying something to the guy on his screen, and I find it a tad irritating that he is still so damn calm.
When his second hand snakes into my hair, I find it a bit puzzling ‘til I hear him say, “I think the video isn’t working, but why don’t you tell me the numbers.”
Oh, crap.
I raise my gaze and see the look in his eyes before he takes control of the blow job.
His hands guide my head as he uses my mouth to get himself off.
I have to admit, I don’t hate the way he takes charge like this. I enjoy feeling helpless like this. His dick grows harder in my mouth and I suck and lave at it with the flat of my tongue.
I can hear the thin strain in his voice as he says, “I get it. Why don’t you email these to me and we’ll discuss this in the morning?”
Albert agrees and the call cuts.
Ian looks down at me and smirks. “Now, let’s get to work.”
He uses his grip on my hair as leverage and moves in and out of my mouth, forcing me to let him set the harsh pace. The look on his face spurs me on. It’s getting harder for him to remain in control and I like it. The face-fucking doesn’t last long because Ian seems to want more.
He likes his hands on me. He likes touching me, and right now as he plops back on his desk, he discards his shirt and slides off my skirt.
My bare legs dangling on the edge of the table, his hands move over my soft skin as he pulls down my shirt, baring a shoulder and kisses the skin there.
His hands squeeze my breasts, and he pinches my nipples in reprimand for my earlier distraction. When he lowers his mouth to my breast, he takes one of my hands and moves it to my lower region.
“I want you to touch yourself.”
I hesitate at that, and he kisses my mouth, our tongues tangling in the age-old dance, melting my bones and making me go limp. “I want to see you use your fingers. Show me how you fuck yourself when I’m not around.” His words are a hot whisper against my ear, and I find myself obeying. “That’s a good girl.”
I finger my clit, rubbing it in circles, creating friction. White hot pulses of bliss make me tremble, and I use my other hand to insert a finger in my wet pussy.
“Add another one,” he orders, sitting back down in his chair and just watching me.
I can see his cock grow hard as I put in another finger and slowly fuck myself, small moans slipping past my lips. I move my fingers in and out, steadily increasing the pace as I feel the urgency build up.
I am not expecting Ian to lose his cool.
He stands up abruptly, and I feel him insert one thick finger alongside mine and that foreign feeling has my toes curling, and I whimper as I come at that moment, my breathing heavy and my body trembling.
He goes wild.
My hands are forced behind me, and I am pulled forward ‘til I am sitting on the edge of the desk. Ian steps between my legs and thrusts his thick cock into me, making me throw my head back and groan at how full I feel in that moment.
There is nothing slow about any of this. His cock jackhammers me into the desk and I wail at the ferocity of it because it feels so good. He rubs my clit hard, pinching it and pulling at it, making me beg him to slow down because I can’t keep up.
He steals my words with a kiss, and as he forces me into an orgasm, I feel his fingers around my backside. My eyes widen when he inserts one finger inside, and the other hand presses my clit as he keeps fucking me with his cock. I fall apart again, this time screaming his name, the pleasure so blinding that I lose my mind.
His mouth goes to my neck as he sucks on it, and I gasp out when he refuses to give me a reprieve, pushing me into one orgasm after the other.
He takes his cock out of me for a second, and I am suddenly dragged to my feet and flipped over so that I now support myself with hands on his desk as he enters me again from behind, ravaging my abused pussy.
I cry out his name as my inner muscles tighten and he keeps going. I can feel the way his fat cock moves inside me, filling me up, making me tremble.
When his hands on my hips tighten, I know he is near, and I clench around his clock, making him hiss. Two more thrusts and he comes inside me, pushing me over the edge one more time.
We are both out of breath when he pulls out of me.
“You’re brutal,” Ian says as he tries to catch his breath.
I smirk. “Guess all those hours at the gym haven’t done anything for your stamina.”
I receive a swat on my very naked ass in reprimand.
“Come here,” Ian drags me over to stand between his parted legs and starts buttoning up my blouse with care.
It always throws me off when he insists on doing these small things, as if they matter. I’ve never been celibate. I had a string of lovers, one after the other, and I am not ashamed of it, but none of them had ever treated me so delicately, as if I was something to be cherished and taken care of.
My cheeks feel hot, and when Ian’s eyes meet mine, I see the question in them, even as he voices it: “Why is your face red?”
I shake my head mutely, moving my eyes to the way his strong fingers do every button up.
My heart feels so full, to the point of overflowing. This is the only man in the world who can make me feel like this. He grounds my wild side and makes me a better person in so many ways.
I find my fingers undoing his hair tie. “I love your hair. It’s so sexy.”
Ian blinks. “That’s the first time I’ve ever heard someone describe my hair as sexy.”
I run my fingers through it. “The color is striking, and on top of it, when you wear it in your tiny ponytail and put on a suit, I can’t help myself.”
“From tearing it off?” He gives me a sly smile, and I chuckle, my smile soft.
“That and feeling so happy that you belong to me.”
I see the startled happiness in his eyes, and he takes my hands and presses a kiss to my knuckles. “I thank God every day for you. It’s like you are made just for me.”
I am quiet, a warm glow in my chest. “I love you. I think I always have.”
He takes my hands and place them behind his neck and watches me, his eyes dark with emotion. “You make the world so much better, Agatha. I don’t know when I fell in love with you along the way but loving you has been the most incredible part of my life.”
I feel my eyes burn at the seriousness in his tone, and my voice is rough when I manage to say, “Let’s go home.”
He nods, and when he stands up, we are chest to chest. He leans down to take my mouth in a gentle kiss, a slow love-making that is as tender as it’s desperate, conveying all his feelings.
I melt into his arms.
Being with Ian changed me.
I noticed the small alterations in my temperament. The edge that I used to have has softened. My temper became milder. My smiles are genuine, and there is this bubbling happiness in me that both scares and excites me at the same time.
As we walk out the door, I feel Ian’s hand curl around mine, and I smile, content.
“I have a meeting with a client at four. I might be late.” I brush my hair in the mirror and
watch Ian button up his shirt.
He glances at me in the vanity mirror. “Jacob?”
“He’ll be with me. Henry is dropping some files at my office. Jenna is coming back to work today, and I’ve already told her to hold on to them for you. Remember to pick them up.”
Ian leans back when I spray the hair spray to keep my delicate curls in place and makes a face. “That stuff is toxic.”
I waggle my eyebrows at him. “It’s my man repellent.”
He walks over to give me a peck on the lips. “No. I’m your man repellent.”
When he pauses after saying that, I give him a dry look. “Maybe you should have said that in your head first.”
He shrugs and moves to pick up his waistcoat. “Still true. Let’s have dinner at home. Philip says that Charlotte wants to see you. Apparently, she got the whole story out of Zayn.”
I sigh, pausing in the midst of applying the slash of red lipstick that is my signature look. “I know. She is pretty mad at me. She called me yesterday. So, we’re all going to be having dinner here. Sarah got a promotion at her job, so there’s that too.”
“Principal?” Ian looks over, interested.
“Vice Principal. And it’s of the kindergarten school. She insisted on still teaching her classes, so she’s pretty happy. The pay is good.”
Ian tugs on his shoes. “Fergus is loaded. I don’t see why—” When he catches the dangerous gleam in my eye, he says hastily, “Never mind.”
I give him an exasperated look and put my stuff in my bag.
A week has passed since that night in his office. If anything, our relationship is stronger than ever. There has been nothing from the stalker. The incident in the restaurant bathroom made Philip increase security around me, and if I was at a meeting in a public area, Zayn would often casually stroll into that restaurant or café.
I swear, it’s like the man has me bugged.
I tried talking to him about this, but he brushed me off, just blowing off the surprise run-ins as coincidences.
We are no closer to catching this person, and we are all on edge, so I didn’t hold it against him.
