by Max Henry
My heels pad softly over the carpet, my nipples painfully hard when I step beside him and realize just how visible I am to roughly six floors of the building opposite ours. I’m absolutely mad. Perhaps—but you’re also young once.
I have my reservations about what is bound to happen next, but I also know one thing for sure. I don’t want to be ninety and looking back at this point in my life, wishing I’d thrown my fears and insecurities aside long enough to have some fun.
Boe reaches across and sets a hand on my shoulder. He gently guides me before him. The tenting erection is undeniable, especially when it brushes against my bare ass.
“Right here,” he says, positioning me in the center of the pane.
His hands rise to my breasts, thumbs hooking into the cups of my bra. I shudder as he pulls them down, exposing my breasts for all to see.
“Tell me, Edith. You ever done anything like this before?”
I shake my head, unable to form words.
“Does it feel good?” His heated lips skim my neck, his thumbs back to my peaked nipples.
“Yes,” I breathe.
“How good?” Boe captures my lobe between his teeth. “Would you say it’s thrilling?”
I nod, scanning the windows opposite for any sign that I’ve been bared in more than one way.
His strong hands move down my stomach to the apex of my thighs. I ready myself for complete exposure, yet to my relief, his hand simply dives beneath the fabric. My head hits his shoulder, my eyes fluttering closed as he deftly massages my clit.
“It feels even better now, doesn’t it?”
I arch my back, curling my ass against his thick cock like the damn hussy I am.
Boe’s fingers slide deeper around, massaging my pussy in three firm passes before he pushes two fingers inside. I groan, and then quickly cut the sound short when I remember where the hell I am. Damn it.
“Do you think anyone can see you?”
“I don’t know,” I whisper-moan, already chasing the high that builds at his touch. I don’t want to open my eyes and find out.
He chuckles, low and promising, in my ear. “What if I said I’m looking at a guy right now, who’s looking at you?”
My entire body convulses, Boe pulling his hand free with haste.
“Jesus, Edith,” he groans in husky tones. “You almost came, didn’t you?”
“Is that a problem?” Hands to the glass, I scour the building opposite. “You lied.”
“Not quite.” His fingers capture my chin and turn my face toward him. “I didn’t know for sure. Couldn’t keep my eyes off you.”
“Why are you doing this to me?” I turn my body and then hook a heel behind his.
He steps between my parted legs. “I’m not doing anything other than showing you what already exists, Edith.”
“You’re trouble, you know that?”
He smiles, stroking my soaked panties. “Yep. Now take these off so I can fuck you on every goddamn surface in here.”
I twist, left and then right, to shirk the underwear. Bottom lip pinched between his teeth, Boe watches with bright eyes as I also shake off my bra.
I’m butt fucking naked in my office, with possibly my next client in the waiting room. Oh, God. I need to stop thinking these things—seriously.
“Get on your desk,” Boe growls.
I cock my head. “Like, kneel?”
He slowly shakes his head, taking a step back. With a hand around his length, he pulls his cock from the constriction of his boxers and leisurely strokes. “Stand on it.” His gaze flicks out the window. “I want you to put on a show.”
How the hell did I end up in this situation? Precum beads on his cock. Oh, yeah. That’s right. I accepted a booking with the damn devil himself.
Like the gentleman he most certainly isn’t, Boe offers his free hand to help me stand atop my solid desk. I thank the stars above I decided to opt for something more practical rather than the minimalist glass-topped design I really wanted.
“Now make yourself come.” He reclines against the window, tugging on the erection that I’d rather have in my mouth about now.
Slowly, I test out my new position. My hands gently graze my breasts, and then my swollen clit. My knees weaken a shade, yet I stand firm in my heels and nothing else as I give the corporate neighbors a show they’ll never forget. After all, how would they know it’s you? Yeah. Cling to that one, Edith….
“Fuck, that’s beautiful.” Boe repositions himself on my other side as I stroke my inner walls. “The sun catches your sweet cum, Edith.” Hungry eyes find my own. “Can I taste it?”
“Please.”
Boe drops his dick, slamming his hands to my thighs. I steady myself with a hand to the top of his head as he jerks my legs wider and then pushes down. My knees bend a fraction, just enough that my pussy is perfectly positioned for his use.
I bite down hard on my bottom lip when his tongue hits my center. It’s all I can do not to cry out with pleasure. He groans as he feeds on me, the vibrations adding another layer to what is already a lunch date I don’t think I’ll ever top. My legs shake, my cunt quivering. I’m already on the edge when he decides to add a finger to the mix.
“Holy hell,” I mutter. “Fuck. Yes, fuck.”
“God, you taste good.” His movements become rougher, his actions more desperate as his hand takes over. “You’re dripping on the damn desk, Edith.”
“Let me come with you inside me,” I beg. “Please, Boe. I need to feel you.”
His hands move to my waist, my weight stolen as he seats me in my—indeed—wet patch. My ass drags across the surface, my hips jerked toward his very proud, very ready, erection.
“Guide me in you,” he rasps, eyes on the prize. “I want to see you stuff your cunt with me.”
I take him in my hand, his girth thick in my small grasp. Boe moans as the tip touches my sex, his eyes slide closed briefly, his head hung low while I guide him home. The moment his cock is fully seated inside me, instinct appears to take over. His fingers bruise my hips, his thrusts hard and demanding.
If I didn’t know better, I’d think the man not only tries to claim me but my territory too.
The goddamn phone flashes with an incoming call. I ignore it, yet Boe slows, stealing my impending orgasm.
“Answer it.”
I cry out when he flicks my clit with his finger.
“Unless you want her to come in here.”
Shit. He’s right. I gingerly pick up the receiver, my body still languidly rocking across my desk with each thrust of Boe’s hips.
“Molly. Hi.”
“Um. Are you okay?”
“Yes, fine. We’re just… oh…”
“Edith?”
“We’re talking,” I snap as my walls close around Boe. He massages my clit with his thumb, stealing my next breath.
“Okay. Well. Your next appointment is here.”
“I’ll be right out,” I rush in one breath. The phone smashes into the cradle, the light thankfully extinguishing to show the call disconnected as my orgasm hits.
I bite my lip so damn hard I swear I draw blood. If not, I’m definitely going to have an imprint for my next session. Never mind the cum on your desk, Edith …
“We have one more appointment together,” Boe grits out between breaths. “I don’t think it’ll be enough to resolve my—” He stalls as his climax hits. I feel every damn pulse of his cock as he unloads into me. “Issues.”
“Then book more on your way out.” I follow, arms falling to my sides and knocking things off my desk left, right, and center as I shake through my orgasm.
Boe withdraws, his face falling stoic while he tucks himself away and then retrieves his pants. “You should clean yourself up,” he states. “You’re a fucking mess.”
I’m left spread-eagled in a state of shock as he quietly redresses and checks his reflection in the small mirror on my bookshelf.
“Um, okay?” Cum spills from my still swollen
core as I pull myself into a seated position.
“How does it feel?” he asks with one quirked eyebrow, knotting his tie.
“How does what feel?” I search frantically for something—anything—to clean myself with.
“To be used?”
I turn to answer him, yet to my utter horror, he strides for the door and tugs it open. I drop from my desk and lunge out of view, slamming it shut behind him.
Asshole.
NINETEEN
Boe
Her silence should make me happy. I mean, wasn’t that the point to what I did? To be an asshole?
She hurt me. So it was only fair I hurt her back. But I expected maybe a few days at most before she slid that professional mask back in place and made contact about my next appointment.
Nope. All I got was a goddamn reminder card in my email from her receptionist, Molly. Perhaps I should arrange a revenge fuck? Although, I get the feeling that wouldn’t do much but prove Edith’s assumptions about me correct—I’m heartless.
Except heartless is the last thing I am as I sit here in my office, watching the digital time on my computer flick past my next scheduled session.
Call me desperate, but I hoped that missing our appointment without any reason why might make Edith poke her head out of her goddamn clinical hole.
A flash of blond catches my eye and I lift my head in time to see who it is that passes my open door. “Rogers!”
The jerkoff backtracks, leaning backward at a comical angle to poke his head around the doorjamb. “You need me?”
“Come in.” I wave halfheartedly at the secondhand chair I’ve managed to claim as my own for visitors.
He dusts the worn fabric off and takes a seat.
“How’s Kendra?”
Rogers’ jaw stiffens. “Why?”
I slowly lean back in my seat, hands casually at my hips. “Curious is all.”
Truth be told, something has shifted. Once upon a time, this big bad wolf wouldn’t have given a fuck if people got butthurt at the truth. But for some unknown goddamn reason, he’s been on my mind lately.
“She’s good.”
I nod, twisting my lips. “You two…” I wind my hand before me. “Serious now?”
He nods hesitantly. As he should.
“Nice.” Fuck, this is weird. “Look, I didn’t mean to start anything with what I said the other day.”
He waves me off. “No. I should thank you, actually.”
He should what? “Hey?”
“Because of what you said,” Rogers explains, “we took the time to air some shit we might not have talked about otherwise.”
“Oh.” I swear my eyebrows are set to leave my forehead. “Well that’s good, I guess.”
“Yeah.” He stands, seemingly as uncomfortable as I am. “Well, I need to get on with wrapping up a contract.” He thumbs toward the door.
Jesus. I feel like a desperate ex trying to win back her man. A cool shiver ripples through my shoulders. “Of course.” I give him a sideways nod. “Just wanted to be sure things were okay, you know…”
“Boe,” he appeases. “It’s okay. I knew she had a history. You didn’t warn me about anything I didn’t know.”
“Still. You can’t judge her on her past. Although—“ I twist my lips “—just watch her if you two ever do split. She has a real vindictive streak.”
“Don’t most women?” he jests, heading out of sight.
He has a point there.
I stare at the empty doorway as a ping sounds from my mail app. I shift my focus to the open laptop and frown at the subject line, highlighted in bold.
Appointment Rescheduled
Not even a fucking call. My gaze roams over the desk I’ve made my home the past four years, at the bullshit accolades on my wall, and the bland fucking carpet and paint that makes this shithole feel every part the tasteless brown shoebox it is.
Even the goddamn second-hand orange chair that Rogers sat on a mere moment ago now pisses me off; my frugal attempt at making this burrow something else than just one more like the other six down this side of the building.
Fuck this shit.
What the fuck do I hope to get out of this job? Why the hell am I here when I can’t stand all the flimsy flakes I work with?
A sardonic smile paints my face as I navigate to the reset command on my laptop. Anticipation fires in my fingertips, the thrill of my ultimate fuck you too much to contain. Like the unhinged asshole I am, a laugh falls from my twisted lips as I smack the trackpad and wipe every damn thing I had saved from the hard drive.
A quick email on my phone to HR later, and four days from now I should see a healthy final pay in my account.
Heads turn as I walk through the bullpen to the lifts, jacket looped over one arm, top two shirt buttons undone, and tie in the trashcan of what was my office. Rogers stands to say something, yet I halt him with a raised palm. I can’t stop the grin from splitting my face as I turn in the lift and take in each and every stunned face as the doors close.
I should have done this years ago.
I’ve either woken the fuck up or officially snapped and gone crazy. Either way, I intend to have some long overdue fun. Being the asshole around town doesn’t bring me the pleasure it once did.
But first, I’ve got some redecorating to do.
TWENTY
Edith
“You might want to handle this one,” Molly whispers as I guide my final client for the day out to reception.
She gestures to her monitor and then wheels her chair back a foot. I take a sideways step and lean down to read what’s on her screen.
Oh. Oh, wow.
My cheeks are on fire as I sneak a look at Molly. The girl can barely contain her amusement.
“So much for knowing which ones to avoid, huh?” She throws my own words back at me.
My client watches the two of us with interest while he waits to reschedule. I chew my lip and reach across to mouse over to the delete icon. I can’t believe he did that.
“I’ll deal with him later.”
“I bet you will,” Molly teases with hushed cat noises before smiling up at the older gentleman. “Another two weeks, Mr. Aitken?”
I take a deep breath and retreat to my office, shutting the door as swiftly as possible, yet gently enough not to draw too much undue attention. My thighs clench tightly together as I lean against the wall. He sent a goddamn email to me via Molly detailing what the hell he wants from me.
From my body.
I hustle across to my desk and snatch up my phone. His end rings twice before he answers in tones that leave my knees weak.
“You got it then?”
“Molly got it, yes,” I snap. “Jesus, Boe. What the hell were you thinking?”
He chuckles; the luscious sound has me rubbing the heel of my hand against the apex of my thighs. “Got your attention, didn’t it?”
“Is that why you skipped out on me today?”
“Why else?” I catch the sound of an engine starting in the background.
“I thought you’d simply made your point the other day and you’re done with me.”
He hums in ascent. “Perhaps I was wrong about that.”
“Where are you?” He should still be in the office.
“Heading home.” He guns the engine as he seemingly pulls away. “I’m cutting it fine. Fucking traffic.”
“Fine for what?” Ugh. He reels me in every damn time.
I navigate to his social media profile on my laptop while he answers. “My date tonight.”
Pig. Still. It doesn’t stop me ogling his gorgeous profile pic, drifting into memories of where those pouty damn lips have been lately. “You move on quickly.”
“No point fucking around.”
He was a client, I remind myself. Only ever a client. This whole damn mess could have been avoided.
“I better let you go then. I wouldn’t want her to be disappointed.”
I disconnect before he can say anyt
hing else that’s likely to tear a hole in my fragile heart. Molly stops what she’s doing and tracks me as I charge through the waiting room.
“I’ll be right back.”
She stands. “Oh no you don’t.” She points a manicured finger toward me. “You owe me answers over lunch.”
Damn it. “Later.” My eye catches the sign for the bathrooms. “I’m bursting.”
Her face falls, yet she lets me go without an argument. I shove through the swing door and then fall into a stall, relieved to hear the bathroom door swing shut again.
Since when have I been such a hot mess? Since that domineering asshole entered your office. The damp fabric of my panties rubs against my skin, reminding me exactly what said asshole does to me.
I slam the lid of the toilet closed and take a seat, hitching my skirt up around my waist.
This definitely can’t wait until I get home tonight.
TWENTY-ONE
Boe
I hurl the bag of new clothes into the wardrobe space where my suits used to be; over five thousand dollars worth of expensive threads donated to a charity downtown that dress homeless trying to gain employment.
Literally the most generous thing I’ve done in my life. I guess it’s a little bit crazy what a woman can do to your head.
Thought you’d be here by now.
I toss my phone aside after sending the message and then head for a shower. The apartment is a goddamn mess still—new shit to personalize the space lying half unpacked on the sofa and kitchen counter—but who cares?
I feel lighter already.
Water droplets still dot my body when I step out of the bathroom to answer the buzzer. I let her in without saying a word through the intercom and then head back to my bedroom to throw on some clothes.
She steps into the living area at the same time I do, her hungry eyes roving over every inch of my bare chest. The only thing I have on? The gray sweatpants that seem to drive her nuts.
I adjust them a little lower onto the V of my hips. “I wasn’t sure you’d come.”
She surveys the furnishings laid out haphazardly around the place. “And yet you… prepared for me?”