by J. P. Comeau
“Daddy, please. Don’t stop. You feel so good. Oh, fuck!”
“Come on Daddy’s cock. Be a good girl for me, and I might just reward you.”
I rocked quickly against him. “I’m so close. So close. Daddy, please. Let me come, please! Oh, fuck!”
He thrust hard against me. “There. It. Is.”
I unraveled against him, choking on his name as my nails clawed at his suit. His body fell against mine, pressing me firmly to the wall, and his hands landed beside either side of my head. My eyes rolled back. Stars burst and faded behind my eyelids as my orgasm crashed over me. With every jump of his cock, I felt spurts of arousal coating my insides. He was marking me in all the ways I wished he would have done last weekend.
“Such a good girl for me,” he whispered against my ear.
Then, he pulled out his cock, before he set me down and dropped to his knees.
12
Clint
I sucked air through my teeth as I clasped my hands in front of me. And every time I sucked air through them, I tasted Roxy another time. Her scent lingered against my lips. Her sounds echoed against my ears. Every time I drew in a deep breath, the mixture of her perfume and her wanton lust invaded my lungs, reminding me of the debauchery, we imprinted within the confines of that safe.
But, I couldn’t look down at her.
Part of me felt mortified as she stood there with her rigid back. I saw her from the corner of my eye just standing there. Like a statue. As if she had just seen a ghost. I finally mustered up the urge to peer down at her as the elevator in my office building slowly began to rise. I held my hands tightly in front of me as I looked down at the top of her head. I wanted to say something. I needed to say something. But, what the hell was I supposed to say anyway?
Part of me wanted to tell her that I wasn’t sorry. I wasn’t sorry for what we shared, and I’d do it all over again in a heartbeat. Part of me wanted to drag her into my office before coating my space with her scent just so she wouldn't leave me. But, my sensibilities prevented me from opening my mouth.
My sensibilities also kept telling me that what we shared was a mistake.
You don’t need to be messing around with your damn employee.
Your direct employee now, thanks to that promotion.
You just couldn't keep your hands to yourself, could you?
She’s going to file something against you. She’s going to ruin you.
Just like your ex did.
The voice in my head-mounted as the elevator doors dinged. I whipped my eyes forward, not wanting Roxy to catch me staring at her. My attention was still locked on her, though. From the corner of my eye, I saw her head tilt upward. I felt her gaze against my face, and I desperately wanted to look down at her. To meet her, eye for an eye, for the first time since we left the safe.
“I’ll head to H.R. once I gather my things from my desk,” Roxy said softly.
I looked down at her to respond, but she stepped away from me before I mustered up the courage to open my mouth. I watched as she made her way out of the elevator, not pausing to look back at me, or glance over her shoulder, or give me any sort of indication that she cared for me to respond. I groaned as the elevator doors closed on her. It parted us once more before the elevator carried me up to the top floor.
“You’re a pussy, jackhole,” I murmured to myself.
And the voice in my head didn’t do anything to fight my statement.
I raked my hands through my hair and paced the small encasement. I walked myself in circles, trying to work some of this nervous energy out of my system. I screwed it up. Again. How the hell did I always screw things up with women? Was I forever destined to be alone and fuck my way through every town I lived in before I became old news?
It wasn’t what I wanted for my life.
But, I didn’t know how to go out and get what I wanted.
You’re an idiot, Clint.
The doors opened on my floor, and I strode down the hallway. I couldn't get to the privacy of my office quickly enough, and when I closed the door behind me, I heaved a heavy sigh. I leaned my shoulder against the door and flipped the lock. I didn’t need anyone bothering me right now. Not until I could get my life back in order.
Part of me debated on calling Zane. Or Brenden. Or even Mom.
But, I also knew I couldn't be honest with them.
They’d see me as unprofessional, and I didn’t want my brothers regretting the decision they made to hire me on. After all, I had this business because of their generosity. And I didn’t want to seem as if I were spitting in the face of that. I felt anger bubbling inside me. I felt out of control as if this entire thing with Roxy had slipped from my court and into hers. I hated that, not having the ball in my court. I hated not having control over all aspects of my life.
I was angry at myself for messing up. But, more than that, it made me look like a boy. I looked like nothing but a horny teenager that couldn’t keep my dick in my pants.
I’d always been straight-laced when it came to business. That’s how the military had trained me.
And it took one encounter with her to flush that down the drain.
“It was amazing, though,” I murmured.
A grin spread across my cheeks as my eyes fell closed. I conjured the moment when I dropped to my knees. Feeling her orgasm around my cock felt fantastic. Feeling me fill her and mark her as my own filled me with a pride I couldn't communicate. But, tasting our intermingled juices while pulling another orgasm from her? Listening to her beg for me? Looking up at her and watching her lose control, all because of a simple tip of my tongue?
I’d never felt a high like that before.
And I wanted so much more of it.
“No. Don’t even think about it,” I whispered.
I pushed away from my office door and headed for my desk. And despite throwing myself into work, my mind kept racing back to her. Roxy was as sensual and as sexy as I imagined her to be. But, it was the feel of our bodies together that rushed a shiver down my spine. We interlocked perfectly as if our bodies were made for each other. The way she climbed me like a tree, filled me with tantalizing sensations, and the way her lips molded to my own made me want to charge down to H.R. and pull her back into my grasp.
I shook my head. “Come on. Don’t do this to yourself. You just promoted her. Find a way to work through it.”
I couldn't stay at the office, though. The longer I stayed in the same building with her, the more she’d tempt me. So, I started gathering files off the top of my desk. I shut down my computer and packed up my work laptop, ready to go home and log in from my studio apartment. I shoved everything into my briefcase, charged straight out of my office door, and didn’t even bother locking it as I jogged toward the back stairwell.
I was avoiding Roxy once more as I made my way down into the parking garage.
I had to find a way to work—a way to get Roxy off my mind. But, even though I drove home and got changed out of my suit, I could still smell her. I turned on the hottest water I could stand and hopped into the shower. I abandoned the idea of work for the day as I scrubbed myself down, trying to rid her scent from my body. The harder I scrubbed, though, the more it reminded me of her. The longer the hot water battered against my body, the more I wished she was there, showering with me. Allowing me to watch the luscious streams of water trickle between the valley of Roxy’s neglected breasts.
You have to stop this. You’re torturing yourself.
And yet, in some weird way, the torture was welcomed. Because it reminded me I could still feel a certain way for someone if I really tried.
A capability I thought my ex-wife had robbed from me.
13
Roxy
“Ugh, this face mask is so gross,” I murmured.
Kelly’s voice sounded over the speakerphone. “Trying the avocado recipe again.”
I paused the filing of my nails. “I keep reading how good it is for my skin. I can’t help it!”
She barked with laughter. “When are you going to learn that guacamole goes in chips and not your face?”
I shrugged. “When the internet stops telling me this stuff is good for someone’s skin.”
“If the internet told you to pour battery acid all over a dildo, would you?”
“Ew, no. Did you just compare avocado mush to battery acid? Really?
“Hey, my point stands. Just because the internet tells you its wonderful doesn’t mean it actually is.”
I rolled my eyes. “Whatever. Anyway. I have something to tell you that I have to get off my chest. But, you have to promise me not to tell anyone.”
My sister paused. “Wait. What?”
I sighed. “I have a secret. One, I don’t want you blabbing to anyone. And that includes your new bestie, Karina.”
“Uh, sorry. But, I’m pretty sure Karina is both of our besties? And she’s hardly new. Are you still on that crap that happened at your birthday?”
I started filing my nails again. “I’ll always be on it. Promise me.”
“I promise.”
“Swear on your firstborn.”
“What if I swear on Karina’s firstborn?”
“Doesn’t work. You have no emotional investment in someone else’s child.”
“I do if I’m their godparent.”
I paused. “Wait. What?”
Kelly sighed. “I promise on Karina’s firstborn that I won’t tell anyone. Now, what in the world is so urgent?”
I blinked. “She-she made you a godparent?”
“Roxy…”
“Why didn’t she ask me to be a godparent?”
“Are we really going to start measuring our friendships again? Come on, don’t do this. Stick with one topic at a time.”
I swallowed down the hurt. “All right, but if you blab, you’re dead. Blood over best friends and husbands.”
“You have my word, Roxy. My lips are sealed.”
I dropped my hands into my lap. “I slept with Clint.”
There was a long moment of silence on the other end of the line before I heard Kelly’s voice.
“And… what else?”
I blinked. “What do you mean, what else? I slept with my boss, Kelly. And after he promoted me, I might add.”
She squealed. “You got a promotion at work!? That’s fantastic! What are you doing now?”
My jaw dropped open. “That’s what you want to talk about?”
“Well, duh. I want to hear all about your new job.”
“Girl, you don’t want to hear about the fact that I slept with my direct boss?”
“Oh, come on. I mean, I love you, Roxy. But, it’s not news when you sleep with someone.”
I clicked my tongue. “I don’t know whether to be proud or hurt by that statement.”
“And anyway, I see how you look at him. I see how he looks at you. I think you should go for it.”
“Wait, how he looks at me?”
“Oh, yeah. Karina and I talk about it all the time.”
“You do not tell Karina any of this.”
“I promised you I wouldn’t, and I won’t. But, still, I knew it would happen eventually. The two of you are drawn to one another. Everyone sees it.”
I swallowed hard. “Everyone?”
She snickered. “And so what if he’s your boss? If the two of you are happy and okay with things, screw everyone else.”
I shook my head. “I can’t. It can’t ever happen again.”
“Why not?”
“He’s my boss. He holds my future in my hands.”
“Since when have you ever let any man hold anything but your ass in his hands?”
I paused. “Good point. But this is different.”
“Because… you like him?”
My eye twitched. “Because he’s my damn boss, Kelly. Keep up. Plus, he’s been through his own shit with women. I’m sure he’s not looking for anything but a fun romp every now and again.”
“Sorry, but did you stop looking for fun romps, and I didn’t know it?”
I scoffed. “I swear, sometimes you make me sound like a slut.”
“I mean, if the shoe fits.”
I dropped my nail file. “Hey!”
She giggled. “Kidding, kidding. But, really, Roxy. You hooking up with a guy isn’t news to anyone. The news is the fact that this is the first time I’ve ever known you to get flustered after the fact. You really like Clint, don’t you?”
“Does that even matter if we can’t have anything?”
“Yes, it does.”
I closed my eyes. “How I feel doesn’t matter. The only thing that matters is how quickly he pulled away from me after we were done. We hooked up, we got dressed, and neither of us have spoken so much as a sentence to one another since. I mean, he can’t even look me in the eyes, Kelly. I know he views me as a mistake, and it sucks.”
“I mean, he was probably feeding off your awkwardness.”
I smirked. “I’m not awkward.”
“Roxy, you’re one of the most awkward people I know.”
I clicked my tongue. “Name one time I’ve been the most awkward person in the room.”
“Does the entity of your birthday ring a bell?”
“Hey, I agreed to put that behind me if you did, too. It’s obvious we agree to disagree, and the last thing we need is to keep fighting about it.”
“Okay, okay, I hear you loud and clear. But, seriously, if you were making things awkward, then he was definitely feeding off that.”
I lowered my voice. “I’m not awkward.”
She barked with laughter. “Suit yourself.”
I rolled my eyes. “Anyway, what’s new on your--?”
“When did this hook-up occur, anyway?”
I blinked. “What?”
“This thing with you and Clint. When did it happen?”
I paused. “Uh… two days ago?”
“So, Wednesday?”
“Yep.”
“And it’s Friday evening.”
“Duh.”
“And you’re not dragging me out to the club to go dancing?”
I shrugged. “And?”
“You mean to tell me it’s a coincidence that you hook up with Clint, you’re feeling vulnerable, and now you’re not going out on a Friday night? You always go out on Friday nights. That’s your night, Roxy. Your night to ‘seize life,’ as you always put it. Why are you sitting at home at eight in the evening with a mask on your face and filing your nails.”
I gripped my file. “I’m not filing my nails.”
“I can hear you sandpapering those claws of yours over this phone, Roxy.”
I narrowed my eyes. “I hate you sometimes.”
She laughed. “Love you, too. But, I think you’re so blown away from hooking up with him that you don’t want to go out because you know other guys won’t measure up.”
“Or, maybe you’re reading way too much into things, and I’m exhausted from my new position.”
“Your position beneath Clint?”
I narrowed my eyes. “I know what you’re doing, and you can stop.”
She smirked. “You mean your new job position. Yes, I know. I’m just teasing you a bit.”
“Well, you can stop that now, thanks.”
She sighed. “He’s really got you all in knots, doesn’t he?”
I groaned. “Is it that obvious?”
“I think you’re finally growing out of your hook-up phase.”
“What do you mean, ‘finally’? Did you really think I’d live my entire life like that? I’m just having some fun while I can, that’s all.”
She fake sniffled. “Ah, my beautiful sister. She’s growing up so fast.”
“Hey, I’m going to get in my car with this nasty mask on and drip-drive my way to you just to slap you across the face and get guac on your carpets if you don’t cut the shit.”
“I don’t think Brenden would like the green. It doesn’t go with our walls
.”
I smiled. “That’s what I thought.”
“Can I ask you something, though?”
“Hit me with it.”
“You have to promise to answer honestly.”
I got up from the couch. “Yes, I’ll answer honestly. Now, what’s the question?”
“Do you want more than just one night with Clint?”
I came to a full stop at her question as the answer battered itself against my head.
Yes. Yes, I do. I want more of him. All of him. As much of him as he’ll let me have.
“I don’t know,” I said.
“You promised you’d answer honestly.”
I walked into my bathroom. “And I did.”
“I don’t think you did.”
I closed the door behind me. “Kelly, even if I wanted more, he’s not capable of giving me more. The man’s been through a divorce. And it sounded like a messy one, at that. No man’s going to want to have anything to do with women for the long-term--.”
“I never said anything about long term.”
I set the phone down. “Can we find another topic, please?”
“Here’s what I think: I think you want more than a simple one-night stand with Clint, and it’s messing with your head.”
I splashed water in my face. “Or, maybe this guacamole mask is messing with my spirits.”
“Don’t change the subject.”
“If you don’t change it, I will.”
She sighed. “Roxy, you really have to get used to talking about--.”
A knock came at my door, and I froze. I looked at myself in the mirror, my face dripping with green-tainted water as the avocado mask slowly swirled down the drain. Another knock happened, and I quickly pulled my hair back into a ponytail before I reached for a towel.
“Is someone there?” Kelly asked.
I picked up my phone. “Yeah, someone’s knocking. I have to go.”
“We aren’t done talking about this, you know.”
I rolled my eyes. “Trust me, I know.”
Another knock sounded at the door, and I groaned.
“I’m coming! Hold your damn horses!”
Kelly giggled. “Love you, girl.”
