Cocky Suits Chicago: Books 1-3

by Alex Wolf

“Supply closet.” He walks out the door.

  I stare at the door where Rick just walked out, shaking my head.

  How the fuck does he know everything?

  That guy is a goddamn enigma.

  Quinn

  The workday drags by and Deacon and his not-so-subtle hints don’t help matters. I can’t get the thought of him going down on me out of my head. It’s bad. The man has turned me into a sex addict. How does he know which buttons of mine to press nonstop? He’s relentless.

  It pisses me off but here I am checking the clock and fidgeting with my pen, knowing I should stay far away from him. My line buzzes with a call from Tate.

  “We’re taking Mr. Miller out to lunch. I expect it to be a while so if you have anything you need to do, take an extra thirty minutes.”

  “Um, yeah. Thanks.”

  Tate is nice.

  I know Deacon and her butt heads a lot, but I like her. She’s friendly and sometimes we go to lunch together. It’s nice to see a strong female lawyer who doesn’t take shit from the guys and can hold her own. I hope to be like her once I pass the bar. I can relate to her. She’s been here for months and doesn’t seem to be great at making work friends. I suspect it has more to do with people thinking she was a spy, and now, she’s suddenly Decker’s fiancée.

  It doesn’t bother me. I’m glad to see Decker happy. He’s actually loosened up some since she arrived. Tate was exactly what he needed, and speaking of need… I’m in need of some relief.

  I should be taking the extra thirty minutes to study but there’s always tonight.

  Let’s see. Study or have Deacon’s mouth on me?

  The boardroom doors open. Tate smiles at me, and Decker and Mr. Miller follow her to the elevator.

  Pulling out my cell phone, I fire off a text to Deacon.

  Quinn: You have five minutes. No more.

  I make a quick trip to the bathroom to freshen up and decide to mess with Deacon and take off my panties before he can steal them this time. I’ve bought more underwear these past few months than I have my entire life. I should hit him up for a gift card to Victoria’s Secret the next time he wants to send me flowers. He owes me.

  What the hell does he even do with them? Wait, I don’t want to know.

  By the time I get to the closet more than five minutes has passed and Deacon is waiting.

  The irritated look on his face smooths into that devilish smirk of his. Those stormy grays narrow on me. “You’re late.”

  He yanks me inside and shoves my chest flat against the wall, then pins me in from behind. The manly scent of his cologne wraps around me and I breathe him in.

  He makes me crazy. I feel so wild and free in the moments we’re together. When it’s the two of us there are no expectations. No commitments. I’m not running here and there trying to keep up with life. I’m not a student or caregiver or, hell, even a friend. I’m simply me, and Deacon never fails to make me feel a whole lot better.

  His mouth connects with my neck with such raw passion it nearly takes my breath away. He sucks at my throat, almost hard enough I’m worried he’ll leave marks. I should fight against him, but I can’t. I’m a slave to him as his hands roam down my legs and tug my skirt up.

  “Thought you were cute with that performance last night, didn’t you?”

  “Deacon…I’m sorry about...”

  “No, you’re not.” He removes his jacket and tosses it on the floor, then spins me around. “On your knees.”

  I glare back at him. “Thought you were having me for lunch?”

  He shrugs. “Plans change. On your knees, Quinn.”

  God, he’s so commanding.

  I kneel in front of him.

  When he unzips his pants, his thick cock juts out of his slacks.

  Maybe it won’t be so bad. He never fails to provide me with orgasms, so it really is only fair, and I don’t mind. Licking my lips, I’m eager to taste him. Eager to please him. Gripping his cock, Deacon tilts his hips and feeds it to me slowly. I’ve only done this for him, but he doesn’t know that.

  The first time his size terrified me, but I got used to it. I love the sounds he makes when I put him in my mouth. Deacon is all alpha but when I go down on him, I’m the one in control. My lips wrap around the crown and I swirl my tongue along the tip, tasting and teasing him. His fingers dig into my scalp and hold my head in place. Flattening my tongue on his shaft, I take him deeper and suck until my lips stretch and burn to accept more of him. I bob up and down and gag when he begins to fuck my mouth.

  “Fuck, Quinn.” He groans.

  I reach up with my hand and stroke the rest of him that doesn’t fit. I may have watched some porn to try and learn how to do it better, after my first time with him.

  He finally pulls back and stares down at me, breathing heavily with intense eyes. “You keep that up and this will be over faster than I want.”

  “You don’t have much time left.”

  “Right.” He reaches down and helps me up from my knees.

  I watch him go through the motions of putting on a condom and nervously wait for what’s to come.

  Deacon

  Quinn glances over her shoulder at me. She’s braced against the back of the supply room door, skirt shoved up to her stomach, her bare ass sticking out, ready and waiting.

  Part of me frowns internally, wondering how much better it’d be if she’d at least let me take her someplace nice with a fucking bed. Not that the sex isn’t good. It’s fucking phenomenal, but she’s better than this. I want more with her than to fuck in this closet.

  I want to lay her down and take my time instead of being so damn rushed. Not that the thought of getting caught isn’t a turn on. It definitely is.

  Fuck, I can’t stay away from her. I think about her all the time. When I wake up, I can’t wait to get to the office just to see what she’s wearing, and when I lie down at night, I don’t think about fucking her at all.

  I picture what it’d be like to take her out to dinner, hold her hand, and show her there’s more to me than a childish bastard in a suit who plays games and fucks like a god. Her words not mine, to be fair.

  I damn sure won’t tell her I don’t want to fuck her right now, though. That will never happen. I take what I can get. Stepping up behind her, I line up with her and glide right in because she’s so damn wet.

  “Fuck, that’s nice.” Gripping her hips, I slam into her, wishing I could feel her skin to skin. I never fuck without a condom but for her I’d take the risk, just for that deeper connection. I keep that thought to myself. One, because it scares the hell out of me to think like that and two, I don’t want to run her off. I don’t know when I went from lust to like, but I really like this woman. More than a little. More than a lot, even.

  Quinn trembles under my touch when I slide a hand around her waist and stroke her clit.

  “Oh, shit.” She lets out a whimper, and I cover her mouth to muffle her moans.

  I wish I could see her on top of me just once. Lack of space has never permitted her to ride me. I’m tempted to throw her over my shoulder and take her to the couch in my office. Watch her breasts bounce while she grinds on my cock.

  There’s an old folding chair in the corner. The gears in my brain start to turn. It might just work.

  I want to see her face when she comes. As I pull out, she gives me an evil eye. A look that might kill lesser men. I unfold the chair and sit down, holding my cock straight up.

  Quinn saunters toward me and she’s like all my fantasies rolled into one with each sway of her hips. Lowering herself to my lap she eases herself down onto me, gripping my shoulders. Her tits rub up against my chest, and I love every second of her pressed to me—as close as she can get. She kisses me with an intensity I’ve never felt before. I’m getting to her. Inch by inch, I know I am.

  Hips grinding, bodies rocking, we fuck fast and hard. She bounces up and down as her ass claps on my thighs. The only things passing between us are heavy breaths and s
tifled moans. Her eyes burn a hole into my retinas. Clenching her muscles tight, she shivers and shakes, mumbling my name against my neck.

  I fist a handful of her hair and tug her head back. “Eyes on me when you come.”

  Once she rides out her orgasm, she looks sated and completely spent. I smack her ass, trying to bring her back to the present, and order her to bend over the counter.

  Quinn may have come already, but I haven’t. Not that I’m too far behind, though. I’m so damn close. What I want is to rip this condom off and really feel her, but I don’t. I shove into her from behind and fuck my frustrations out. A tremble starts in my legs and my balls lift and tighten. I try to hold back as long as I can, but the intensity is too much as the orgasm inches up my shaft.

  All I can say is, “Fuck, Quinn,” as I blow into the condom.

  The whole time I imagine what it’d be like to come inside her. The thought of marking her as mine overwhelms me.

  It’s an obsession.

  One day.

  After a few moments of heavy breathing, we both look at each other and smile. Fuck me. I don’t know how I’m supposed to go back to work after that.

  I feel like a little bitch, because all I want to do is hold her in my arms and sleep. Then fuck her again when I wake up, of course. I’ve never felt this way with anyone. I’ve never wanted much of anything until Quinn came along. She makes me feel like I can take over the world. Makes me want to be better for her.

  Quinn

  When Tate invited me to lunch at The Capital Grille, I couldn’t say no. I should be studying for my test, but this place is amazing and I’m starving. I was slammed all morning with the Cole Miller case and running errands for Donavan because his secretary called in sick.

  “You’ve been quiet lately.” Tate picks at the olives in her salad.

  “Just have a lot going on.” I sip my water and hope she sticks to talking about her. “Haven’t seen you much since you got that giant rock on your finger.”

  Tate flashes her ring at me and smiles. “It is nice, isn’t it?”

  I nod. “It’s gorgeous. Have you set a date?”

  “No. We can’t even agree on a location right now. My family’s in Texas, but Decker’s family is here. Well, his parents are in Florida, but all the brothers.” I don’t miss the disdain in her voice when she mentions the Collins brothers.

  It’s almost Shakespearean how none of them get along.

  I take a piece of bread and slather it with butter. “Jenny still cool with you?”

  She leans back and grins. “We get along great. Have a lot of fun going shopping on the weekends. Decker’s credit card on the other hand…not so much.”

  “I can imagine.”

  “What about you?” She leans in, staring hard, but grins as she speaks. “Anybody special in your life?”

  I look up and away before I catch myself. I shrug and try to play it off. “Just my dad.” It’s not a lie. I’m not dating Deacon.

  “Dad sending you all those flowers?”

  I swear she gets off on interrogating me. I shake my head. “Nah. Some guy who can’t take a hint.”

  “We have a new employee coming up from Dallas. Well, I’ve known him for years, but he’ll be new here. I could set something up.”

  My cheeks redden and I wonder what Deacon would think of that. “Isn’t that against company policy? I don’t mean you and Decker obviously but…” God, I want to shove my foot in my mouth.

  She tucks a golden curl behind her ear and shrugs. “It’s fine as long as he’s not your superior and it doesn’t get in the way of work. Technically, you work for Decker and well, he’s taken.” She leans in and lowers her voice. “The latest rumor around the office is either Deacon or Dexter has been taking someone in the supply closet for some extracurricular activities. Would you know anything about that?”

  Shit.

  My face has to be white as a ghost, but I shovel some food in my mouth and shake my head. “I don’t pay attention to those clowns.”

  Tate grins, and I know she sees right through my bullshit. The woman can read any situation. “You’ll keep an eye out and let me know if you see anything? Last thing we need is trouble because those idiots can’t keep it in their pants.”

  “Absolutely.” I nod.

  This lunch can’t end soon enough.

  By the time I get home from my exam, Dad’s already asleep. I clean up the remnants of his dinner and tidy the apartment up a little. I crushed my test and feel like a huge weight lifted from my shoulders. I can breathe easy for a bit, until the next one.

  Heating up some leftovers, I curl up on the couch and channel surf. I can’t remember the last time I watched TV. Ironically, I feel like my only down time is spent with Deacon, which is ten minutes here and there. Even when I tried to go out with Heather, I ended up with him. I know it’s pathetic, but the second I think about him, I have this urge to call and tell him about my test. He’s the only person I know who can relate and knows I’m going to law school. I should be exhausted, but I’m wired after dumping all that information from my brain. Sleeping is not an option at the moment.

  I pull up Deacon’s number as I walk to my bedroom, and I’m torn. Should I call him? I want to so damn bad, but I’m not sure it’s the greatest idea.

  After a quick battle with myself, I collapse onto my bed and hit the send button. He answers on the third ring, and I hope I didn’t wake him up.

  “What’s up?” He doesn’t sound tired at all.

  I’m not sure if I should be happy or if it should bother me. Is he out with someone? I shouldn’t feel jealous. I don’t even know if he is, but it’s all my brain can focus on. There’s only one way to find out.

  “Hopefully your dick.”

  He clears his throat, loud, and doesn’t fire back any sarcastic remarks or play along.

  Like an idiot, I continue. “Just got home and was thinking about the supply closet yesterday when I had you in my mouth. I was so damn wet.”

  I’m about to ask why he’s so quiet when I hear a woman’s voice in the background. “Sir, your table’s ready. Will your date be joining you soon?”

  “Quinn, I’ll have to call...”

  “Don’t bother.” I end the call and bite back the rage building in my chest.

  I shouldn’t even be upset, and I feel dumb for being hurt when I don’t even know what he’s doing or who he’s with. Not to mention, I knew who Deacon was when we started up this little fling. This is exactly why I’ve turned him down every time he’s asked me out. Still, I can’t help the way I feel right now.

  Stupid feelings.

  Stupid Deacon.

  Stupid supply closet.

  No more.

  I can’t go there again with him.

  I won’t do it to myself.

  Deacon

  I stare down at my phone when Quinn hangs up.

  What the hell just happened? She didn’t even let me finish.

  I glare at the hostess for using the word ‘date’ to describe this meeting, but I know it’s not her fault.

  Still, I don’t even think Quinn heard it and she can’t be that pissed off if she did. I’ll just tell her what really went down later and everything will be fine.

  Karen Richardson called when I left the office and asked to meet. She’s the asshole employee in Cole Miller’s lawsuit who took the photographs and posted them online. I almost told her to piss off, but maybe she has information I can pass along to Decker, if I can pry it out of her. There’s no way in hell I’d ever represent her, but maybe this can get Tecker off my ass.

  When she walks in, every male head in the restaurant turns in her direction. She’s one of those women who looks like a knockout from far away. She has huge fake tits and probably a plastic ass to match it, platinum blonde hair, tight mini skirt. You know the deal. Up close there’s not a natural thing on her body, skin all shiny and stretched across her face.

  I turn to the hostess. “Hold on, I think tha
t’s her.”

  She walks up. “Deacon Collins?”

  I nod and shake hands with her.

  We follow the hostess through the crowded bar to a private table in the back. It’s a walled booth with a table and a chair on the other side. I take the booth because I’m Deacon Collins and I like to be comfortable. The crazy bitch slides in next to me.

  What the fuck?

  My mind immediately flashes to Quinn and my stomach ties in a knot, knowing what she’d think if she saw this. I shake myself from my thoughts, because I need to see if this chick has any information we can use.

  Once we order drinks, she snuggles right into my side and it’s painfully obvious this woman is coming on to me.

  Every other man in the restaurant is probably jealous as shit right now, and until a few months ago, I’d be totally open to this. But not now.

  I have to get the hell out of here.

  I slide away from her, trying to create some kind of separation between us. “What can I do for you, Ms. Richardson?” Maybe she’ll take the hint when I use her last name.

  She makes a show of flipping her hair. “I didn’t mean for things to get so out of control. Haven’t you ever done something you regretted?” She flutters her fake lashes at me.

  I want to tell her yeah, I know exactly what she means, like agreeing to meet her for drinks. I can already tell this is a waste of time. Maybe I can salvage something out of it to pass off to Tecker, though. “What was your intention when you posted the photos?”

  “It didn’t start out malicious. I was taking selfies at work and that cow just happened to be in the background reflected in the mirror. I didn’t notice her at first, but my girlfriends pointed it out to me, and we had a laugh. It was just a joke. I don’t see what the big deal is. It was harmless. I know I should’ve taken them down the minute she saw them, but my post was getting so many likes and shares. It felt like I was famous until my account got shutdown and everyone turned on me.” She leans in close and presses her cleavage damn near on my arm. “I called you because I’m hoping you can sell the rights or something. I don’t know what it’s called. Maybe I can get some sort of movie deal out of this. I’d look good on TV, don’t you think?”