by Cameron Hart
“Mr. Knight?” The lady’s voice cuts through my thoughts.
“Yes, that’s fine. Put it all on here,” I say matter-of-factly, handing her my black AmEx card. Her overly-plucked eyebrows disappear into her hairline as she stares at the card. “And please keep that card on file for future charges.”
Once the interaction is over, I make my way back to Lucas and Luna. I hope she can see my good intentions, especially after everything we shared last night and this morning.
Chapter 15
Luna
Declan dropped my off at my apartment last night after spending all weekend together. It feels like we’ve already shared so much, in such a short time. Not just the sex and all of the orgasms, though those were amazing and life-altering, it was how he held me after, the way he took care of me and knew just what to say.
But now it’s Monday morning and I’m not sure where we stand. Declan isn’t much of a texter, and therefore we haven’t spoken since we parted ways last night.
I’m trying not to read too much into it, but of course, I’m me, so I spent half of the night coming up with different scenarios, like how Declan is going to fire me and then we’ll be homeless and I’ll have to sneak Lucas off to Mexico so we can get some treatment for his cancer from some doctor who works for the cartel and runs a side business helping people in need as a way to offset his conscience about his involvement in a gang.
I went to sleep with that last scene running through my head and then dreamed about Declan coming to find us and saving the day. The dream turned rather dirty after that, so I woke up this morning not only confused and anxious, but horny as hell.
Happy Monday to me.
I’ve been in the office for about an hour now, sipping coffee and catching up on meeting notes and emails I missed while I’ve been away. I came in early so I could try and get caught up before Declan gets here. Even the thought of seeing him again has me blushing.
“You’re… here?” A shrill voice says from behind me. I turn to see Tiffany with her hands on her hips, eyeing me with disbelief.
“Yup. Just catching up on emails,” I say in my most professional I’m busy please fuck off tone.
“But… You, I mean, you just left. And now…”
“I’m back.”
“Declan’s going to fire you, you know. You can’t just walk out and then come back in and have a job. He’s going to fire you for sure. Does he know you’re back?” She looks at me incredulously.
Just then, Declan steps out of the elevator. He is as handsome as always with his black, wavy hair styled just so, his piercing grey eyes, his sharp, angled jaw, now rid of the stubble he’d been rocking the last few days with me. God, the insides of my thighs burn at the memory of him licking my pussy and scraping his stubbled chin against the soft skin there.
“Luna,” Declan says by way of greeting. His tone is cold and detached. He doesn’t even look at me before he turns and goes into his office, slamming his door.
Well, shit.
The day moves slowly as I work through projects and organizing notes and scheduling everything. Every time I get an email or a notification on my phone, I think it’s going to be Declan firing me or Declan saying something sweet, but it never is. He hasn’t acknowledged me at all.
Not even when he left for lunch.
Three hours ago.
Now it’s three p.m. and I’m a ball of nerves. Did this last weekend mean nothing to him? Maybe he’s not going to fire me, but it appears things are going right back to the way they were before I left. I don’t know which is worse. How can I go back to seeing Declan as my cold, distant boss after knowing he can be sweet and tender? How can I be around him every day but actually be with him? What was this whole weekend even about? Am I being the cliché virgin who is clinging to the guy and reading far too much into his every word? How will I—
“Luna,” Declan barks as he storms in from the elevator. “My office. Five minutes.”
I nod and try to take a deep breath. Is this in then? He’s going to fire me after all?
Tiffany makes a disapproving “tsk-tsk” sound.
“I can start boxing up your… things,” she says as she gives the stink eye to all of my decorations.
“Don’t you dare touch my stuff,” I snap at her.
Tiffany walks around to the front of my desk, blocking my view of Declan’s office.
“Listen here, Luna. You aren’t special. Even if he doesn’t fire you—”
“Tiffany,” Declan all but growls behind her. “Go get me coffee.”
“But—”
“From Café Giorgio.”
“Mr. Knight—”
“Now!” Declan barks.
Tiffany scrambles away from my desk so fast I think I see her kick up dust in her heels. I’d laugh, but I’m trying not to throw up from nerves. Declan simply stands by my desk and waits for me to walk ahead of him into his office.
I step inside and the hear Declan come in behind me, closing the door with a click. The next thing I know, I’m pressed against the door with Declan’s tongue in my mouth. One large hand pins my wrists above my head while his other hand squeezes my ass and presses me closer to him.
“Goddamnit, Luna, I can’t concentrate on anything with you just a few feet away from me,” he groans, trailing bites and kisses down my neck. “All I can think about is how your skin feels against mine, how sweet your pussy tastes, what it feels like to be nine inches deep inside of you. Fuck, little Luna, you’ve completely ruined me for anyone else.”
Declan releases my wrists and cups my face with his hands, pressing his lips into my forehead.
“So you’re not going to fire me?” I whisper.
I feel him smile against my forehead, and then a chuckle rumbles out of his chest, the vibration rolling through me everywhere we’re connected.
He finally leans back so he can look me in the eyes. “No, little hummingbird. I said you could work here as long as you want to. Do you still want to?”
“Yes, please… sir,” I bite my lip and smile up at him. Now that I’m not worried about losing Declan and my job, all of the anxiety gives way to need.
“Fuuuuck,” he groans. “What else do you want?” He asks, kissing me on the lips. “I’ll give you anything. Everything.”
“You. I want you.”
Declan growls and kisses down my neck, unbuttoning the first two buttons of my purple blouse.
“Be more specific, little Luna. What do you want from me? What can I give you, right here, right now?”
He undoes more buttons and kisses in between my breasts before palming one in each hand.
I moan softly when his thumbs caress my hard nipples through the sheer fabric of my bra.
“I want to cum,” I whimper.
Declan pinches both of my nipples, sending a jolt of pain throughout my body, followed quickly by heat and pleasure. I gasp and then moan, my body and mind not even sure how to process the duel sensations.
“Ask me nicely,” Declan growls, his grey eyes turning charcoal.
“Please make me cum, sir.”
Declan kisses me roughly and then tears his mouth away. He backs up, leaving me slumped against the wall. He locks the door and closes the blinds so we’re in complete privacy in his office. The thought makes my pulse race and my pussy throb.
I watch as he removes his suit jacket and rolls up the sleeves of his white button-down shirt. God, the way the muscles in his forearms flex have me practically drooling. I can’t believe this man is mine, that he wants to be with me, that he’s distracted by me.
He removes his tie and then gives me a wicked grin as he steps closer to where I am.
“Do you trust me, Luna?”
“Yes,” I whisper.
He quirks an eyebrow up, his body so close to mine but not touching. I can feel heat and arousal rippling off of him, the anticipation of what’s to come zipping around us. He’s still staring at me, waiting for something. And then I realize my m
istake.
“Yes, sir. I trust you.”
“Good girl,” he praises, giving me a quick, chaste kiss. Declan peels my already unbuttoned blouse off of me and kisses my right shoulder. “Turn around and cross your wrists behind your back.”
I do as he says, gasping when he starts to wrap his silk tie around my wrists. The thought of being tied up in my boss’ office should scare me or at the very least, make me ashamed of some of my life choices.
But I’m not scared or ashamed. I’m incredibly turned on. My pussy clenches as Declan ties the final knot and guides me until I’m standing in front of his desk. He skims his hands over my stomach and breasts as he kisses the back of my neck and nips and my shoulders.
“So damn beautiful, hummingbird,” he whispers in my ear. “Now bend over for me.”
Declan places a hand in between my shoulder blades and bends me over his desk with my cheek pressed against the cool surface. I gasp when Declan kicks my feet out so my legs are spread.
“Fucking Christ,” Declan growls. “Do you know how many times I pictured you just like this? How many times I wanted to call you in here and strip you down so I could tongue your pussy and finally have a taste of your sweetness?”
He trails the tips of his fingers down my spine and then swats my ass, making me gasp.
“Answer me. Do you know how many times I’ve wanted to bend you over my desk and fuck you?”
“N… No.”
He spanks me this time, the sound echoing in the room. The sting comes and goes, leaving a burning desire in its wake. I feel myself growing shamefully wet.
“No, who?”
“No, sir!”
“Mmm, that’s my good girl,” he says, rubbing my ass where he spanked me. “I’ve wanted you like this for too damn long. And we’re going to make up for lost time.”
He kneels behind me, sliding his arms up my legs and pushing my skirt up over my hips, revealing my lacy pink underwear that does nothing to hide my arousal.
“Jesus, Luna. You’re so fucking wet. You like being tied up in your boss’ office?”
I whimper in response, unable to find my voice just yet.
“You like when I spank you and make your pussy drip? Right here in the middle of the work day?”
“Mmhm…”
He spanks my ass again and then grips my cheek in his hand.
“Yes!” I say a little too loudly.
Declan chuckles. “You have to be quiet for me, dirty girl. Can you do that?”
“Yes, sir,” I say quietly.
I feel Declan nuzzle his nose against my pussy, over the now ruined fabric of my panties. His hands massage circles into my legs as they work from my calves up to my thighs. Then, Declan hooks his thumbs into the waistband of my panties and slides them down my legs helping me step out of them.
At this angle, I feel so exposed, both physically and emotionally. Heat spreads through me with the knowledge of how wrong this all is, and yet I feel right. I still feel safe. On edge, yes, pushing my boundaries, definitely, but still so safe.
All of my thoughts fly right out of my head when I feel Declan pressing his tongue into my soaking wet folds.
“Oh god,” I whisper, biting my lip to keep from crying out.
Declan doesn’t start nice and slow. There’s no build up. He’s eating me out in sloppy strokes of his tongue that make my pussy gush and flutter. He growls into my cunt, making my legs shake. Declan grips my thighs in his large, strong hands to keep me steady.
I feel his tongue slowly drag from my clit down to my entrance, where he scoops out my juices and brings them back, back, back, until…
Oh my god…
His tongue swirls the puckered flesh of my asshole, making me gasp.
“I’m going to love breaking you in, baby girl. This ass is mine, do you understand?”
“Yes… Sir…” I squeak out.
He grunts in approval and then spreads my cheeks wide, licking around my little rosebud and sucking, creating an intense pressure that floods my pussy. Declan alternates between eating out my ass and cunt, driving me closer, closer, closer, and then switching, just to start the process over again.
“Declan, sir, please, please…” I beg. My bones are liquid, my muscles sore and tired from straining again and again, getting right to the edge of release only to be pulled back again.
He sucks on my clit and swirls his tongue around the bundle of nerves once, twice, god one more… one more…
Declan pulls away and stands up, making me growl in frustration. I hear his zipper and then a second later, Declan slams into me, his fat cock pushing me right over the edge into a mind-numbing orgasm. His hand covers my mouth right as I cry out, his other hand wrapping around my hips to hold me in place while he fucks me hard and fast.
“Jesus, Luna…”
He grunts and thrusts into me again and again, papers falling off of his desk, the computer monitor rattling, a mug of pens falling to the floor. His hand moves from my mouth to my hair, fisting it and yanking my head back while he picks up his speed.
Declan pistons in and out of me, making wet smacking sounds with each stroke of his cock. He spanks me once, twice, three times, and then grabs my ass and spreads me open wide for him.
“Love watching this juicy cunt swallow my dick, baby girl. You’re so fucking perfect, Luna, goddamn.”
The hand in my hair tightens, pulling the strands tight against my scalp and electrocuting my nerves, while the hand on my ass moves again to stroke my clit. I whimper with each thrust of his hips, that thick cock of his hitting me so, so deep.
“Are you going to cum for me, dirty girl? Are you going to cum all over your boss’ desk?”
“Yes, yes, sir, please make me cum…”
Declan growls and pinches my clit, making me convulse in his arms as my orgasm sweeps through me and drains all of the air from my lungs.
He continues to piston in and out of me, leaning down and covering my back with his front. Declan swells inside of me, snarls, and bites my shoulder as he cums in waves that splash inside of me and drip down my thighs.
Once his orgasm has faded, Declan stands up and unties my wrists, turning me around and sitting me up on his desk. He grabs some tissues from his desk and cleans me up before wrapping me up in his arms and holding me close to his chest.
“That was incredible, Luna,” he says, kissing the top of my head. “Are you ok? Was that too much?”
“It was so… hot,” I whisper, my cheeks burning with equal parts embarrassment and arousal.
Declan chuckles and kisses my lips so sweetly, nibbling on the bottom lip before pulling away. “Yeah it was, sweetheart.”
I open my mouth to ask him if we can schedule a similar meeting every afternoon this week, but Declan takes a step back and tucks his still half-hard cock away before handing me my blouse.
“I sent Tiffany to a coffee shop twenty minutes away, but she will probably be back soon,” he says, putting his jacket and tie back on.
“Sneaky, Mr. Knight. Is that what you had her do with your other assistants, too?” I meant it as a joke, but as soon as I spoke the words out loud, I wanted to take them back.
“Look at me, hummingbird,” Declan commands, cupping my chin in his hand. “I’ve never done an office romance before. Hell, I’ve hardly done any romance before. There hasn’t been anyone else in here like this, Luna. Just you.” He kisses me so sweetly, wiping away my doubts with every stroke of his tongue. “Only you,” he whispers before kissing my forehead.
I smile at him and straighten out my clothes and hair.
“Oh! Where are my panties?”
“Somewhere safe,” Declan says, his voice low and gravelly.
My mouth hangs open as he just smiles and winks at me.
“Of all the inappropriate, sexy, dirty things we’ve done today, that is the one that shocked you?” He teases.
“Oh, I’ve been plenty shocked today, sir. You just didn’t get to see my face because yo
u had me tied up and bent over your desk. Maybe next time I can tie you up?”
Declan growls and opens his mouth to say something, but I unlock his door and sashay over to my desk, throwing him what I hope is a flirty look over my shoulder. He grins and shakes his head, which makes my tummy erupt in butterflies.
A minute later, the elevator dings and Tiffany stumbles out with a coffee in her hand, looking thoroughly pissed off. Her eyes bug out of her head when she sees me sitting at my desk typing away at my keyboard.
I can’t help the smug smile that spreads over my face as I dutifully ignore her and type out an email. I have a feeling Declan is going to give me a lot of reasons to smile in the future.
✽✽✽
I could smash Declan’s stupid, handsome, jerk face right now. I haven’t stopped clenching my teeth and scowling since I stormed out of the hospital after my visit with Lucas today.
The doctor told me Lucas would be discharged in the morning, which means I had to go talk to billing lady of doom to work out my new payment plan.
Only… I don’t have anything left to pay. Not only that, but all future procedures and treatments are taken care of as well.
I’m so livid right now, like actually burning with anger. I had to pull over twice on my way to Declan’s because my hands were shaking so bad.
So now I’m parked in the guest spot in the underground lot of his building, trying to calm the fuck down. I need to be able to form actual thoughts and words when I throw them at Declan, which means I need to reign it in a bit.
I slam the door of my car and practically punch the button for his penthouse suite. We made plans for a quiet dinner tonight, but it looks things won’t be so quiet after all. I’ve got a few choice words, all of which will be screamed until he understands what a colossal mistake he just made.
I’m feel like a caged animal, a bull in the pen, so to speak, just waiting for those elevator doors to open up so I can tell Declan I don’t need anything from anyone.
Instead, to my absolute horror, when the doors open and I see Declan standing there waiting for me, I start crying.
Which makes me even angrier.