Giving In To Love: A Friends with Benefits Office Romance (Strong Brothers Book 2)

by Ajme Williams

  "It looks like Jason Tollison is back tonight," George said, his eyes watching the young playboy on the screen.

  "Is his probation up?" I asked. Jason was one of those young men whose parents were rich and never forced him to earn anything in his life. As a result, he didn't work, and simply spent his nights drinking and man-whoring his way through life. I had no problem with that, in theory, except Jason could get pretty crazy when he had too much to drink. So several times a year, he was tossed out of the club and prohibited from returning for a month.

  "This probation ended last night."

  I watched Jason and so far, he seemed to be behaving. "I suppose it says something that he keeps coming back here even though we keep having to toss him out."

  George grinned. "There's no place like Cesare’s."

  I smiled and patted George on the shoulder. "Damn straight." And that's when I noticed Natalie walking through the door. I told myself that the strange thump in my chest was annoyance and not some sort of happiness at seeing her again. For a moment I just watched her as she walked in, stopped for a moment and looked around, almost as if she was thinking of leaving, and then made her way to the bar. I pulled out my phone and texted the head bartender telling him to give her whatever she wanted on the house.

  I wondered why she was here. She didn't strike me as a woman who normally went clubbing. And it didn't appear that she was meeting anyone. Certainly, she wasn't here to see me, but she made that perfectly clear this afternoon when she turned my indecent proposal down. So what was she up to?

  She took her drink and turned around, scanning the club as if she was looking for someplace to sit. Or maybe she was looking for whoever she was there to meet. Recognition lit in her eyes and I wondered who was there that she was meeting and what excuse I could use to boot him out of my club. My jaw fell to the floor when I saw Noah approach her. Noah? Jesus fucking Christ.

  "When did Noah get here?" I asked George.

  "He's been here about ten minutes maybe."

  I watched Noah and Natalie on the screen as they talked, wondering if they had made some sort of date. Something that felt too scarily like jealousy roiled in my gut.

  "She's a Strong employee. I’m going to go put an end to that."

  "He doesn't have that predatory look that he usually has," George said.

  I didn't care.

  I left the security room and made my way down the hall out into the main area of the club. I made a beeline to Noah and Natalie, occasionally smiling and stopping to make sure everyone was having a good time. But my focus was squarely on her.

  When I reached the bar, Noah turned and grinned, giving me a pat on the shoulder. "Hey Hunter, we were just talking about you."

  My gaze was squarely on Natalie. "All good I hope."

  Noah laughed. "We were talking about how well you fit your name."

  I frowned, not sure what he meant by that.

  "Anyways, I found a wayward employee here and was keeping an eye on her for you."

  "I can keep an eye on her for myself. Thank you," I said and then immediately regretted it. I didn't need him to know that I was having some weird sort of attraction to her.

  Noah laughed and then taking his drink wandered off.

  "You never struck me as a woman about town," I said, waving to the bartender for him to get me a drink.

  Natalie laughed derisively. "I don't, but I know you do."

  My gaze went back to her, wondering what she meant. But I was particularly intrigued by the venom in her voice and the anger in her eyes.

  I was curious about it, but didn't want to talk to her about it in front of all my staff. "Let’s go back to the VIP room and we can chat."

  I fully expected her to say no, so I was surprised when she shrugged and then indicated that she’d follow me.

  I led her back to one of the smaller rooms that offered a bit more privacy. I opened the door, letting her in ahead of me and then I shut it behind me, locking it so that we wouldn't be disturbed, until I wanted to be.

  "What are you doing here?" I asked her.

  "I was curious if what I heard about you was true."

  “What have you heard?" I asked. I noticed that neither of us were taking a seat. We stood facing off like boxers dancing around each other.

  "I heard this is your favorite place to come looking for women. I was curious if you're going to be here tonight, especially after what happened today."

  I studied her over my drink as I took a sip. A part of me felt guilty, like I was somehow betraying her, except that was ridiculous. She turned me down. So, what the hell did she care what I was doing?

  "What does it matter? You're not interested in me. You turned me down. So what's it to you?"

  She leaned a little closer to me. “This is exactly why I turned you down. I know what no strings attached means. It also means nonexclusive. I don’t want to be just another one of your bimbos on your bedpost."

  I felt anger and something else skittering with tension under my skin. My job ticked and I took a moment to figure out how I wanted to respond. "I'm surprised you have such a low opinion of women who feel free to express their sexuality in the way they want. I thought you were more of a feminist and free spirit than that."

  Her gray eyes flashed with wild heat and I had an image of grabbing her, stripping her and fucking her on the table here. To make sure that didn't happen, I shoved my free hand in my pocket and gripped my drink tighter.

  "The point is, you seemed to suggest today that there was some unusual chemistry going on between us. But in the end, I'm no different than any other woman. I'm not interested in being like all the others that you use to stroke your ego."

  I took a step closer to her, telling myself it was out of frustration and not this crazy attraction that was building deep in my groin.

  "You're nothing like other women. I can't fucking get you out of my mind." And then because I couldn't help myself, I set my glass down and closed the distance between us, inches only, and fused my lips to hers. I half expected her to push me away and slap me. I almost wished she had, because I hated feeling this unrelenting need to have her. She had some sort of control over me and I didn't like it.

  But she didn't push me away. When her free hand went to my chest, instead of a shove, her fingers gripped my shirt and tugged me closer. Her mouth slanted and opened, and I was helpless to do anything but thrust my tongue inside her mouth to taste her yet again.

  I let out a frustrated growl as my hands slid over her waist to her back and down to squeeze her ass and pull her up against my hard raging dick. “You make me fucking crazy." I think it was what I said to her the last time I kissed her like this, but they were the only words that I could form in my head.

  "Stop talking," she demanded. She set her drink aside, and her hands undid the buttons of my shirt and then she ran the warm softness of them over my chest making me groan.

  Thank fuck that I locked the door and that the glass in the room was tinted one-way so nobody could see what I was about to do to Natalie.

  I unzipped her dress, yanking it down this time all the way off as well as her bra and panties. She stood in front of me in only strappy heels, and holy mother of God, I'd never seen anything as sexy in my life.

  I maneuvered her back and lifted her on the table, pushing her thighs apart, as I dropped to my knees.

  "This time I'm going to get a taste of your sweet pussy."

  I took her groan to mean that she liked that idea.

  Her nest of curls were light brown, giving me a clue to her true hair color. Her pussy glistened and I was ridiculously pleased to discover just how wet she was for me.

  I inhaled, taking in the scent of her arousal. My dick jumped, not liking that he was still confined and not about to get the fucking of a lifetime. Not yet, anyway.

  I used my fingers to spread her pussy lips open to discover her hard, red clit. Yes, she wanted me. She didn’t want to want me, much like I didn’t want to want h
er. But nature overruled our brains.

  I ran my tongue through her folds to her clit, loving the sweet taste of her nectar. She let out a long slow moan as I swirled my tongue around her clit. Her fingers thread through my hair and then gripped my scalp as her hips rocked against my mouth.

  Dueling desires ran through me. One was to take her up, fast and furious to send her flying. The other was to take my sweet time, building the anticipation by slow degrees. I started with the second, lapping and sucking at her, but quickly, I lost control.

  “God…make me come, Hunter.”

  How could I resist a plea like that? Especially as she tilted her hips and opened for me more. Like she was offering her pussy up on a silver platter.

  So I dove in, fucking her with my tongue until she was a whimpering mess. As my tongue thrust inside her, I rubbed my thumb over her clit, and she rewarded me with the most glorious cry.

  “Hunter!”

  Her pussy juice gushed into my mouth, and I drank it up like a man dying of thirst. I brought her down, and considered starting all over again, but she pulled at me.

  “Fuck me.”

  My dick couldn’t be denied any longer, so I hurriedly undid my pants, rolled on a condom, then with a firm grip on her hips, I sunk into all her sweetness.

  12

  Natalie

  Bad idea. Bad idea. Bad idea, ran like a chant through my head.

  But I didn't stop him. I couldn't stop him. It was so damned frustrating that I was powerless against that predatory gleam in his eyes that promised me incredible pleasure beyond my imagination. And when he dropped to his knees and spread my pussy lips with his fingers, I knew that while I might regret this later, I wouldn't be sorry now.

  His mouth could be infuriating when he was talking, but holy moly, when it was licking and sucking my clit, it was amazing. At first, it seemed like he was teasing me, toying with my clit, and as magnificent as it felt, I was too keyed up to be played with like a cat and a mouse.

  “God…make me come, Hunter.”

  Thank God he listened. Boy did he ever listen. In an instant, his tongue was thrusting inside my sensitive pussy walls and then he touched my clit and fireworks blasted in my brain as pleasure swamped my body.

  My pussy was spent, and at the same time, it was desperate to feel his hard dick sliding inside it.

  “Fuck me.”

  He groaned with a desperation that was unusual for the normally controlled Hunter. I might have teased him about it, but then his dick was inside me, and all thought was gone. There was only him filling my body. The ever-increasing friction as he moved, in and out, in and out.

  “Jesus, fuck,” he moaned as his fingers tightened on my hips. I couldn’t deny that it did my ego good to know that he seemed unable to resist me as I was unable to resist him. Not that I felt I was more special. As good as this was, Hunter wasn’t a man to settle on one woman. I knew that, and yet here I was, letting him fuck me, this time in a restaurant. He clearly drove away any sensibilities I might have had, and that was the problem. It didn’t seem to matter that this had disaster written all over it. My body wanted him, and I was powerless to resist what my body craved.

  He let out a feral growl, lifting one of my legs which forced me to lay back on the table. His eyes were fierce as they locked on to mine. Something powerful arched between us and I gasped as it took my breath away.

  With his gaze holding mine, his body pumping inside me, he licked his thumb and brushed it over my clit.

  Immediately, I was off like a rocket. My body bowed and I gripped the edge of the table to keep from flying apart into a million pieces.

  “Fuck, yes, fuck…” He growled again, and his body seemed to move at lightning speed. He had that look of torture on his face as he chased his pleasure and then he thrust hard. “Fuucccckkk.”

  As he came, another wave of pleasure rolled through me and together we rode through the storm.

  I was no virgin. I'd had sex before. I'd even had sex that I enjoyed before. But there was something about Hunter that was all the pleasure men had given me before times a hundred. It made absolutely no sense. How could someone that I hardly respected or liked be able to blow my mind like that? I suppose it was all biology and physiology. He was a perfect specimen of a man with all his hard-sculpted muscles. And mother nature had been very kind to him in the dick area. Even now, as he withdrew and his dick was going soft, it was still larger than most I'd ever seen.

  He held out a hand to help me sit up. As I sat, I worked to catch my breath. He was standing between my knees, his hands on my thighs and his head dropped down as he too worked to catch his breath.

  Even as we sat there, completely exhausted, I knew that if he kissed me again, or touched me again, I would want to do it all over. In the end he was right. This attraction or whatever it was between us, would always be building up to something like we did on my desk this afternoon or what we just did here in the VIP lounge. Perhaps he was right and that the only way to deal with it and make it go away was to indulge it.

  He lifted his head in his piercing blue eyes gazed at me. "I didn't hurt you, did I?"

  I stared blankly at him.

  "Not this time or earlier on the desk? I feel like I've been rough," he said by way of explanation.

  "No, pain is not what I have felt with you. Besides I'm a pretty tough cookie."

  He gave me a lopsided grin, and while it wasn't a full out smile that I'd been longing to see, was bigger than those little hints of amusement before. I was right, the more he smiled, the handsome he got. He stepped away from me pulling up his pants and then he bent over to pick up my bra, underwear and dress handing them to me.

  I noted that for once, he didn't have some sort of comeback or cocky line. He seemed slightly uncomfortable, then again, so did I. It seemed ridiculous to regret what we had done. And it was stupid to deny what was going on between us. Yes, we definitely were oil and water. Our personalities did not mix. But our bodies didn't care. They liked each other very much and would combust any time they were near each other.

  "I'm beginning to think maybe you're right."

  He stopped and stared at me. "About what?"

  “About how this crazy attraction between us isn’t going to go away on its own. We need to use it up to get it out of our systems."

  Both his brows shot up to his hairline in surprise.

  I shrugged to pretend like it was no big deal. Because it wasn't. It was just sex. “I know Kellie and Ryan tried being friends with benefits, no strings attached and it didn't work for them, but I'm nothing like Kellie and you’re nothing like Ryan so we could probably pull it off, don't you think?"

  "I'm not sure we have much choice. But I know I'd like to try," he said. He picked up the drinks that we had set down just before we got busy on the table. He handed me mine and we each sipped like we were having to pause for a moment as we moved into this new phase.

  " I do have a few rules that I would like you to abide by."

  Immediately his body posture morphed into the cocky, arrogant Hunter that I knew. I anticipated him saying something about how he didn't live by rules which was stupid because all his marketing ideas always stayed within the rules. I was the free spirit. But even free spirits needed guidelines.

  "What are your rules?" he asked.

  "This will be a no-strings attached, friends with benefits, or whatever we are with benefits.” I couldn’t say for sure that we were friends. “But during this time, you won't be friends with any other women." I set my drink down, turning so he could zip up my dress. He finished his drink and then stepped to me.

  I felt the heat of his body as one of his hands went to my shoulder and the other slowly zipped up the dress, his fingers brushing along my spine sending crazy tingles through my body once again. He leaned forward, kissing my neck and drawing his lips towards my ear where he gently tugged on my lobe with his teeth. "I can agree to that. But the same goes for you. During this time, we’re exclusive."


  On the one hand, I was surprised that he agreed so easily. I could understand why he wouldn't want to share me with other men, as guys usually didn’t like that. But I was surprised at how easily he agreed to not be man-whoring around the club.

  I turned around to make sure I could believe him. Hunter was many things, but he hadn't struck me as being a liar. I looked up into his eyes, and said, "So that means you're not going to be tomcatting around the club anymore?"

  He let out a sigh and put his hands on his hips, and that's when I was sure that he had given me lip service.

  "I'm not going to be tomcatting around for women at the club. But I will be at the club.”

  I put my hands on my hips and I glared up at him. "Why? In case this goes bad, you want a backup?"

  He put his hands on his hips and it struck me that this is the exact position we were in just before we ended up on the table.

  "I own this place. I have to be here sometimes."

  I stumbled back slightly at his words. He owned this place?

  "But you have my word that I won't be with any other woman during the time we are indulging in whatever this is between us. The question is do you believe me?"

  I studied him a moment, but ultimately, I didn’t have much choice. Even now while we were at odds, my body tingled to be touched by him again. "Yeah, I believe you."

  He held up his drink. "Should we toast on it?"

  I clinked my glass with his and then we both drank the rest of our drinks. Nerves skittered down my spine, but I couldn't be sure if it was excitement or terror.

  With our deal brokered, I decided it was time for me to go home.

  "Can I see you home?" he asked when I told him I needed to leave.

  I studied him for a moment. My opinion of the situation is that we would just be fuck buddies, but his request sounded awfully a lot like something a gentleman would do.