by Ella Goode
“I agree.” I have not yet told Monica about my plans so a bonus in her bank account should soften the blow.
Cesar punches his hand in the air while Monica and Lucky jump up and down. Other employees drift over, happy at the opportunity to speak to the boss. I learn about marriages and babies and breakups. Some of them give ideas about improving systems that I hadn’t heard of before. Beside me, Lucky jots everything down while Monica and Cesar make sure everyone has enough food and beverage.
I grin at their happiness. What started out as a way to get close to Lucky during the day ended up being a great event. Even if Lucky weren’t here, this scene would warm me up. If anything, she pushes me to be better to everyone. Sitting up high with all the luxuries in life tends to make you forget about all the people that support you and make the engines of the business run smoothly. Once we get through the line of employees, I lead Lucky over to the food table.
“Fried chicken or pasta?” I ask, holding her plate.
“Pasta? No. Fried chicken,” she changes her mind.
“How about both?” I pile her plate and mine with enough food to feed an army.
“Are you giving out doggie bags?” she jokes when we sit down on the grass. “Because there’s no way I’m going to eat all this.”
“Someone has to feed the ducks.”
“I think they’re getting stuffed from the kids.” She points out a cluster of children leaning over a railing with a bag of bread dangling between them.
“Then, yes, there will be doggie bags.” And if the caterers don’t have them on hand, I’ll go to the store and buy some.
“This is a really nice thing you’ve done for everyone. O’Hare had a reputation for treating its employees well, which is why I applied in the first place, but sometimes stuff gets overblown on the internet—both the good and the bad.”
“I can’t take any of the credit. You gave me the idea.”
She cocks her head. “How so?”
“Because I wanted to spend time with you during work hours but I knew you wouldn’t go out to lunch with me alone so I invited the whole office.”
Her jaw drops. “You gave every single one of your employees the day off and paid for their lunch in order to spend time with me?”
“I’m not allowed to show you any favoritism in the office nor am I allowed to proposition you in any way so my hands are tied.” I splay my fingers out for her to see. “I was risking a lawsuit by hauling you out of the bar the other night, but it was worth it.” I take a big bite out of the chicken while Lucky stares at me.
“You’re starting to make me believe in fairy tales,” she admits with a shake of her head.
I wash the chicken down with a swig of cola. “Tell me your dreams and I’ll make them come true.”
“I want to work my way up the ladder into a solid management position, maybe even higher. I was thinking of going to grad school in a couple of years to get my MBA so that I could compete for VP jobs in the future. That’s another reason I joined O’Hare. You offer that.”
My girl’s so smart. I love that. “You’re right and you should take advantage of it.”
We talk a little more about her dreams. “I’m excited for you. If you have any questions, you should ask—“
“Monica?” she interrupts.
I want to pinch her cheek and then give her a good tonguing for being so fucking cute. “—Me.”
“I was kidding,” she says a tad shyly.
“I know.” I’m glad she feels comfortable enough to tease me. We’re getting somewhere.
People are starting to disperse. I set my food aside and contemplate the best, legal way to try to get my admin assistant to spend the rest of her day and then all of her night with me.
Lucky looks at me over the glass of her lemonade. “You’re staring at me.”
“Because you’re beautiful.” The sunlight lights up her brown hair and I can see strands of a hundred different colors of red and gold and brown. She’s wearing a light color of lipstick that’s almost entirely wiped off from her napkin. Her boxy gray suit has given way to soft, light washed jeans, a pearly pink blouse with sleeves that tie just above the elbow. On her feet are cute pink slippers. I take a mental picture and store it away to take out later.
A shadow suddenly blots out the sun. “Is this where we sit to get a promotion?”
Next to me, Lucky stiffens and the healthy color on her cheeks fades. I cock my head to see Kevin looming over us. His hands are on his hips and an ugly frown draws his mouth down.
“This is where we sit to have lunch,” I reply mildly despite the urge to punch him in the face for his dumbass insinuation.
“Then you don’t mind if I join you, right?”
“Actually, you can just take my place.” Lucky jumps to her feet. “I’m done and I think Monica needs me.”
She runs off before I can stop her. I glare at Kevin. “You’re begging to be fired.”
“How so?” His chin comes out. “For wanting to be treated the same as anyone else even though I don’t wear a skirt to the office? No one knows it was Lucky that you carried out of the club, but it doesn’t have to stay that way.”
I don’t know how this rat fuck passed the interview process, but he’ll be toast by the end of the day. “You can pack your things,” I tell him. “You don’t have a job at O’Hare after today.”
“I’ve got my lawyer lined up. Just send me the termination papers,” he sneers. “I’m happy to take a million dollar payout and see O’Hare dragged through the mud.”
“Whoever you hired must’ve gotten their degree in the mail because that’s not how it works.”
“Maybe it does, maybe it doesn’t, but a few words in the right ears and Lucky‘s time at O’Hare will be as short as mine.”
“I’m not firing Lucky.” This guy has a can of beans for brains.
“I didn’t say you would, but she will quit because the rumors of her sleeping with the boss will make her life miserable.” He holds out a piece of paper. “Feel free to call this number and transfer five million into my account. That’s how much it’ll cost to keep my silence.”
Chapter 20
Lucia
“So.” I bite my bottom lip. The day is over and people are beginning to head out of the picnic. I don’t want to go home. At least not to mine anyway. I want to spend more time with Finn and get to know him better.
“So what?” He looks down at me. He keeps a wide space between us. He’s been doing it for the past couple of hours. Something has changed, and I can’t put my finger on what it is. I wonder if Kevin said something to him. I doubt it because it’s a sure way to get yourself fired.
“I guess I’m going to head home.” I lick my lips, remembering the way he licked me last night. I want that again. I don’t know how to handle the whole Kevin thing, but I can deal with that later. I can have tonight.
“Okay. I guess I’ll see you later.” What the hell? Now I know for sure that something is different. Has he changed his mind? My stomach begins to knot. I just nod, knowing that my scared voice would crack if I tried to talk right now.
I pull my bag over my head to go across my body before I turn to walk away from Finn. It takes everything inside of me to not look back. I almost make it all the way but I crack when I get to the end of the street. When I look back he’s gone.
Pull it together, I tell myself. I turn down the street to catch the subway. It’s the quickest way to get home. I can’t stop going over everything that happened with Finn and me today. I try to think where it all went wrong. I thought everything had been perfect. He’d gone to extremes to spend his day with me. It was the sweetest thing I’d ever seen. Finn really is something special. He’s unexpected in so many ways. Yet the way he so easily turned everything off is concerning. Great, now I’m going to obsess about what exactly went wrong all night.
I gasp when someone grabs my elbow, turning me around. “Finn.” His mouth comes down onto mine. His kiss is
possessive and sweet too. I lean more into him, kissing him back, savoring his taste and needing the comfort his mouth provides.
“Get a room!” someone yells. I pull back, my face heating.
“I’ve got a room.” Finn winks at me. He grabs my hands and takes me a few feet down the sidewalk. He opens his car door.
“Get in, beautiful girl.” I hop in. He closes the door behind me, running around to the other side and getting in. I don’t know what comes over me. I fling myself at him, peppering kisses all over his face.
“You came back,” I breathe. I lean in and put one on his lips.
“I was just getting the car. I’d never leave you.” I smile like a goof, but I can’t help myself. Someone honks behind us.
“No one wants us to make out.” I drop back down into my seat, pulling my seat belt on.
“We have all night.” Finn pulls out, heading for his place. He slips his hand into mine.
“Meow.”
“Oh. I forgot about the babies.” I look back and see them in their crate together.
“We should probably stop at the pet store first.”
“I agree.” I still can’t believe Finn got two kittens. They are so freaking adorable.
“There is a place near where I live.”
“Perfect.” I look back at the kittens again. They both are snoozing away. My insides warm at how domestic this feels. I didn't know this was something I wanted. Getting a taste of it is going to make it harder to walk away from. I’m not sure I can do it.
“Finn?”
“Yeah?” He glances over at me. I bite my lip again. I shouldn't say anything. “You can ask me anything, Lucky.”
“Will it upset you if people find out about us? Could it ruin your reputation?”
“I don’t think it could ruin my reputation. You said today everyone talks about how great O’Hare is with their employees. Don’t worry about me.” He lifts my hand, kissing the back of it. “I can handle my own. I don’t care who knows about us.” That makes me feel a whole lot better. “But if we got married no one could say anything.” I snort a laugh. He doesn't. Is he not joking?
“We’re here.” He lets go of my hand to put the car into park. He cracks the windows. It’s not hot out. In fact, it’s one of the nicest days we've had this year. “They should be okay don’t you think?”
“I think.” I look back at our fur babies. “I could wait here? I think I’d feel better that way.”
“Okay. Lock the door when I get out. I’ll be quick.” He drops a kiss on my mouth before hopping out of the car. I lock the doors, watching him speed walk toward the store. I pull out my phone to text B.J. about what’s happening. She’ll want to know. More so if I don’t show up at home in a few hours. She’s at work so she can’t hit me with a million questions.
I’m relieved that Finn isn't worried about what others might say about him if they know about us. I’m sure I might get some slack too, but I think it would be worth it. And with time I’ll prove myself.
Finn taps on the door. I hit the locks. “Oh my God.” I laugh when I see all the stuff he has.
“They had these tree things they could climb. We’ll have to come back for that. I mainly got the essentials.” I open one of the bags, pulling out a collar that is covered in pink jewels.
“This is essential?”
“It’s pink,” he points out as he starts the car.
“Good point.”
It’s a short drive back to his place. We decide to set the kittens up in Finn’s giant walk-in closet. That way they can have their own space at bedtime, and we can close the main door to the bedroom so they can’t escape. I don’t want to worry about something happening to them. For now we can let them roam around the bed.
“I think we just open the house up little by little to them. Don’t want to overwhelm them.” I put the food bowl down next to the water. The kittens are cuddled up together in the pink bed Finn got them.
“Good plan. You’ll need to stay here for a while to help me with that.”
I laugh. He puts his hands on my hips. I turn to face him, slipping my arms up his chest to lock my hands behind his neck. I have to stand on my tiptoes to do it. I didn't know him being so tall could be so sexy but it is. Everything about Finn is really.
“We still have to think of names for them.”
“Later,” I say, pulling him down to kiss me. This can’t wait.
Chapter 21
Finn
The kiss surprises me but I’m quick on the uptake. She wants me and I want her. Those are the only two factors that matter in this world. I cup her ass and lift her flush against me. She makes a cute sound that I swallow because there’s no way I’m severing this contact. I maneuver us through the doorway and then kick the door closed. Those kittens are way too young to see what I’m about to do to Lucky.
Her cloth-covered pussy rubs up against my hungry dick while I eat at her mouth. She tastes sweet here, but I’m dying for the flavor of her pussy.
When my feet hit the edge of the bed frame, I drop her. Both of us rush to pull her shirt over her head. I squeeze her bouncing tits and give each a thorough suck before moving down. Her pants come off with ease, leaving only a pair of cotton panties behind. I dispose of them quickly and then sit back for a moment to appreciate the erotic sight of her bare cunt glistening with arousal.
“Kissing makes you wet, does it?” I trace the edges of her petals with a finger.
She quivers and gasps, but has enough presence to retort, “Kissing makes you hard, does it?”
I reach down and cup myself. “You bet your sweet ass it does. Looking at you makes me hard. Kissing you makes me volcanic. Touching you like this makes me want to blow my wad.” I give my cock a bruising squeeze before release. “But I’m not going to come until I’ve had a snack, so I’m going to lay my mouth against you and you are going to cream on my tongue.”
Her response is to widen her legs for me and that provocative act is almost enough to send me over the cliff. I manage to haul myself back and do what I promised. Her pussy is fragrant and spicy and thoroughly addictive. Eating her out isn’t just a prelude to fucking her with my cock. It’s a main course in and of itself. When she moans and writhes and claws at my scalp, it makes me want to beat my chest and roar with pride.
I take it slow, flicking my tongue along her wet folds, dipping in and out of her hot channel, sucking on the little clit. Her scent, her essence fills my head. Between her legs there’s a singularity of meaning. This is what I was born for—to please this one woman. All the worldly possessions I have accumulated are to be able to spoil this princess the way she deserves.
She tugs on my head and wriggles her hips. “Finn. I’m dying. Please. I need more.”
“I want you to come for me. On my tongue,” I breathe against her cunt. I flatten and harden my tongue and lash it against her pussy. Her heels press hard against my shoulders and her nails dig into my scalp. I keep up a deliberate lashing and the thrum of her blood pulsing against my tongue matches the beat in my head.
Above me, her cries for relief turn into a song, a prayer. Hurry hurry please more now now NOW!
Her cum splashes across my tongue, filling my mouth, wetting my chin. I swallow it all because this is the sweetest nectar, the stuff that gods start wars over.
I rise up, shove my pants down, and pull my shirt off. My cock falls out, hard and throbbing and hungry. She stares up at me with wide eyes and I just want to fall on her and devour her with no finesse and no foreplay. I must look like a savage with her juice painted across my face and my desperate cock red with want, but I can’t keep my need throttled anymore. From the moment I saw Lucky, I had to have her.
I swipe the back of my hand across my face. “You’re mine now. No one else can ever touch you. I will kill them.”
It’s no empty promise. If I ever see Kevin lay a finger on her, even breathe the same air as her, I won’t be held responsible for my actions. This woman is mine.
She spreads her legs and points a finger at her dripping cunt. “Then take me.”
The erotic words send all my blood rushing to my cock. Cum leaks out. I thumb it off and then press the pearly liquid into her mouth. Her tongue curls around the end like a kitten lapping up milk. One of these days, I’m going to have her sit on my cock while I feed her with my hand. It’ll be an all day event where she won’t be allowed clothes. I’ll carry her everywhere, from the bedroom to the terrace to the kitchen and then back up here. Her cunt will be soaked from her cum and my seed. I lick my lips. One day soon.
I drag my thumb out and press it against her tight opening. “You ready to paint my cock with your virgin blood?”
She shudders and nods. I push my thumb inside. Her channel is so hot, it nearly burns the tip of my finger off. “You think your little pussy can handle me? You’re tight, baby. Real tight.”
I push in farther, feeling the scalding wetness envelop my digit. It’s hard to even get a finger in here, let alone my massive cock.
“I can take you,” she says, but there’s a quaver in her voice, an uncertainty because I am very large and she is very small.
“I’ll be careful,” I promise, slipping my thumb out. “I’ll take you real slow.” It’s a promise that’s going to be hard to keep. She’s so fucking beautiful right now. Her whole body is flushed with the heat of her arousal. Her lower lip is pink and swollen from her biting it while I ate at her cunt. The little hairs around her forehead are damp with sweat. I splay a hand across her chest and drag my cockhead through her drenched folds. “I’m going to let your pussy eat me up inch by little inch.”
It’s a promise that’s going to be hard to keep.
Chapter 22
Lucia
I gasp as he pushes himself deeper inside of me. I’ve been saving this moment for him. I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life. I may not have known it, but now that he’s inside me there’s no question.