by B. B. Hamel
We stand up together.
“Go get her,” he says.
I nod once. I take a deep breath. And I march out of his office.
Haylee’s waiting for me in the conference room. She looks bored, but at least she’s nice and prepared. She has a bunch of pages in front of her, a new, fresh stack on one side, and the old pages in front of her with marks from our proofers and editors.
“Hey,” she says.
I sit across from her. “How are you?”
“Fine.” She yawns a little. “Up late writing again.”
“How’s it coming?”
“Good.” She glances down at the pages in front of her. “Lots of edits.”
“I know. Lots of stuff to go over.”
“Right.” She hesitates. “Look, about last time. I was a bitch to you and I’m sorry.”
Well, that takes the damn wind out of my sails.
“Uh, really?”
She nods. “Yep, really. Look, I’ve never given up control of my books before. When I saw all those edits and changes, I just sort of… freaked out. And I took it out on you, which isn’t fair. I wanted to work with you from the start, after all.”
“Really?”
I stare at her, totally flabbergasted.
I expected this huge fight. I expected her to push back on every single little change, to refuse to give an inch. I expected to bully her, fight her, claw at her.
Instead, she’s being… nice.
What the hell?
“Yeah, I mean, look. I know this book has issues.” She laughs and flips through the stack. “I freaking kill a main character randomly. I mean, seriously, who does that?”
I gape. “I, uh, was going to mention that.”
“Don’t worry.” She nods at the new stack. “I rewrote that whole part.”
“You… rewrote it?”
“Yep.” She grins at me. “Don’t worry.”
I feel like I might cry. Serious relief floods over me like a wave and I have to lean back to keep myself from groaning.
“Are you okay?” she asks.
“Yeah, fine.” I look away and steady myself. “I just expected a fight.”
She laughs. “You’re not getting off that easy. I admit that killing the main character was stupid but a lot of these changes…” She trails off, frowning. “Well, we have some stuff to go over.”
I take a deep breath and let it out. “Okay then. I guess we should get started.”
She smiles at me, and for the first time since I got involved with Julian and came to work here, I finally feel like I’m on level ground.
Haylee isn’t unreasonable. Well, she’s demanding and tough, but she’s not insane. She’s not going to tear my head off. She’s not going to try and keep stupid, story-killing scenes in the book just because it’s what she wants.
She’s actually going to work with me. At least, I hope so.
I open my portfolio, take out the pages, and we dive in together.
“You’re fucking shitting me.”
Julian can’t help but laugh when I tell him all about the meeting.
“I’m serious. She started by apologizing and admitting that the whole character death thing was a bad idea. She even rewrote it already.”
“Holy shit.” He laughs, leaning back in his chair.
It’s late and pretty much everyone is gone. Haylee wanted to keep going, but I made her go home and promise to come back tomorrow. We’re not done with the pages, and it was still a trial getting through what we got through, but it wasn’t as bad as I expected.
“She’s just really picky,” I say. “I mean, once I sort of got her figured out, things went pretty smoothly. We argued over a few things and talked a few other things over, but mostly I think we’re in good shape.”
“You have no clue how happy that makes me.”
He comes around his desk and sits in the chair next to me. He kicks his legs out in front of him, visibly relaxing.
“I know. I really thought she was going to murder me. I mean, it wasn’t fun, but it was… productive.”
“God damn, Avery. I knew you had it in you.”
Without thinking, I lean across the chairs and kiss him.
He kisses me back. I don’t know if we’re alone in the office, but I don’t really care. I’m so happy, so giddy and light with excitement that I don’t care if someone catches us right now.
I need this man. I got through my trial and here I am, alive on the other side.
There’s work to do, but work is fine. I can handle work.
We break apart and he gets up. I watch as he closes the blinds, shutting his office off from the rest of the floor.
He turns back to me, loosening his tie.
“We should celebrate.”
I sit on the edge of my seat, turned toward him. “Oh, yeah? How are we going to do that?” I ask, although it’s obvious what he wants.
My heart hammers fast in my chest as he takes his tie off and starts unbuttoning his shirt.
“I think you should start by thanking me,” he says.
“Thanking you?”
“For giving you this opportunity.”
He takes his shirt off and I roll my eyes, although I can’t help but feel a stab of desire as I look at his muscular chest and abs.
“You’re so kind and gracious,” I say sarcastically.
“I know.” He walks over to me, unbuckling his belt. “But the truth is, sweet Avery, you owe me everything.”
“I do, huh,” I say softly. “I think I know how you want me to repay you.”
He chuckles and takes his belt off. It drops onto the floor. He bends down and cups my chin, tilting my face up toward his.
“I’m your Daddy now,” he says softly. “You don’t have to worry about giving me anything. I’m going to give you everything.”
I let him kiss me before I unzip his pants and tug them down. I rotate in my chair to face him better as I slide his boxer briefs down.
He’s hard already when I take him in my hand. I stroke him gently as he leans forward and kisses me. I like that he’s undressed, and I still have clothes on. It’s almost like I have the power here, although we both know that he’s the one in control at all times.
“I think about fucking you in this office every day,” he whispers to me. “Every day I imagine how you’ll take my big, fat cock, how I’ll split you open and ravish you.”
“And that’s what you want to do with me now?” I ask him.
“That’s exactly what I want.” He kisses me again. I break away and take his cock between my lips, sucking him softly.
I love the way he groans as he slides between my lips. I love the way he grabs my hair in his fist and holds it tight, grabbing hold and pushing me down, letting his cock slide into my throat.
I gag, but I keep going. I suck his tip and work his shaft. I want to hear him moan, to whisper my name. I’m dripping wet, pleasure tingling and buzzing up my spine, warmth spreading between my legs. His taste is all over my tongue and we both know that this is a mistake, but I don’t care at all.
We might get caught. We might lose everything.
I just want this man.
He pulls me to my feet and pushes me back to his desk. He lifts me up, shoving some stuff out of the way, and puts me down. I wrap my legs around his waist as he unbuttons my shirt, gets impatient, and rips the last few buttons.
I groan as he kisses my neck. He hikes my skirt up and teases my pussy with his skilled fingers. Hot fire blazes all down my legs and I’m breathing fast when he kisses my lips again.
“You don’t have to worry, my Avery,” he says in my ear. “I’m going to take care of you no matter what.”
I moan as he pushes my panties aside and works my clit. This man knows what he’s doing, knows how my body works. I’m soaked through as he slides his fingers down and inside of me, pushing deep, curling them to find the spot that drives me wild.
I groan and roll my hips as he bites m
y lip and grabs my hair. He holds me there, controlling me with his fingers deep inside my cunt, his other hand grabbing tight against my hair.
“You made me proud today,” he whispers in my ear. “I know you didn’t want to do that, but you went in there anyway. God, you’re so fucking sexy, you know that?”
“Yes, Daddy,” I moan.
“I love hearing that. You know how fucking dirty you are, calling me Daddy? It’s filthy and I think you love that.”
“I love it,” I moan. His fingers piston in and out before teasing my clit again. The way he starts and stops and speeds up again, it’s like he reads my body like a book. He knows what I need before I even realize it.
“Fuck,” I pant and bite down on his shoulder. He groans and laughs before pushing his fingers deeper.
“You want to go all the way with me, don’t you?” he whispers. “And I don’t mean just fucking, little princess. I mean everything, together. You want it all, don’t you?”
“Please,” I moan. “Fuck me. Give me everything.”
“I’ll give you anything you want.” His fingers feel so good as he kisses my neck and chest.
He pulls back and slides my panties down. He leaves my skirt hiked up, my bra still on, as he spreads my legs and licks my pussy, top to bottom, teasing my clit, nibbling it, licking it, sucking it. I grab his hair and push him down harder, moaning like nothing matters.
He pulls back and I see him stroke his big cock. I lean onto my palms and he roughly grabs my legs, pulling me closer to him. I lunge forward and kiss him just as he presses his cock against me and slides himself deep inside.
I love having his tongue in my mouth and his cock deep between my legs. I roll my hips as he starts to fuck me, slow at first, just the way I like it. He fucks me deep and slow and it takes me a second to get used to his size. Even after having him a few times already, it still pushes my limits.
“Fuck,” I moan. “You know you tear me apart, right?”
“Good,” he grunts. “I want you to know you’ve been fucked.”
I gasp and grab onto him tighter as he starts to fuck me faster. There’s a frenzy in the way we move together, fucking and rolling our bodies together, my skin on fire with pleasure and desire. I can’t help myself, I bite his lip, I moan his name. He grabs my hair and holds tight, pulling it, making me gasp with pleasure and pain.
“Every inch of you belongs to me now, princess,” he groans. “Every fucking inch. You’re my girl, my fucking tight cunt, my wet little pussy. I love your tight ass and your perfect fucking tits and these lips.” He kisses me. “Fuck, girl. Seeing these lips wrapped around my cock drives me wild.”
“I love sucking your dick, Daddy,” I moan into his ear. “I want to make you happy.”
“Keep rolling your hips like that, just like that. You’re making Daddy nice and fucking happy.”
I moan and throw my head back. He kisses my chest and fucks me harder, grabbing onto my hips. He rails into me, thrusting, slamming, fucking me like a savage. God, I love it, every single thrust pushing me further and further into that incredible glow. He growls like an animal and pulls me back against him as he grinds his big dick deep in my tight pussy. I’m so wet, he easily slides further and further, driving me wild.
He pulls back and slides me down. I land on my feet as he turns me over and spanks my ass, hard enough to leave a red mark. I groan and wiggle my hips as he strokes his cock and spreads my ass open. He licks me top to bottom before spanking me again.
I feel him slide his cock inside my pussy from behind. I look over my shoulder as he fucks me, taking me from behind. I groan, rolling my hips, pushing back against him. I’m on fire, every inch of me covered in pleasure and flame. I ride his big cock like my life depends on it.
“Come on, Daddy,” I gasp. “Make me feel it.”
“You want to feel it?” He spanks me hard. “You really want to feel my big dick?”
“Please,” I moan. “I need to feel it.”
He fucks me hard, thrusting rough. I’m moaning his name, gasping it over and over. “Fuck, Daddy, fuck. Don’t stop.”
I can feel it glowing, growing. He reaches around my hips to rub my clit and I’m losing it, losing myself to the wild way he fucks me.
His hands are all over my body, my breasts, lips, hips, ass. It’s like he can’t get enough of me, needs to feel every inch of my skin. I look over my shoulder, and he pulls my hair, spanks me, dominates me. I know I’m entirely at his mercy and I absolutely love it. He spends all his time making me feel good and that’s what I need.
I roll my hips fast, bucking back against him. He rubs my clit in circles and I’m moaning, begging him to keep going. “Don’t stop, Daddy. Don’t stop.”
“Come for me, princess. Come on your new Daddy’s fat cock.”
“Oh, god. Oh, shit.” I roll my hips faster, faster. I can feel it, deep inside of me, ready and waiting. I relax and he spanks me, and I can feel it roll through.
I come hard, his cock buried inside of me. He grunts and growls and fucks me mercilessly, pushing harder, thrusting deep. I can feel him fucking me but it’s all pleasure, all incredible pleasure as I moan and gasp and tremble. I can’t do anything else but tremble as I come hard.
I feel him come too. I feel him stiffen and fill me as he thrusts, growling in my ear, controlling and possessive. I want him to possess me, to use me, to fill me up and fuck me. I need every inch of him, every ounce of him.
“Oh, shit,” I gasp as we both finish. I realize I’m sweating, and I have no clue how long he’s been inside of me. Hours, days, years. I don’t even care.
He grumbles and holds me tight. I turn and hug him back, head against his muscular chest.
“I’m proud of you,” he whispers. “I really am.”
I smile and kiss his skin, holding him tight.
This is not how I pictured this day would go. I figured I’d get abused in that meeting, called some horrible names, that sort of thing. I figured I was in for something awful.
Instead, it went fine. It wasn’t easy, but I didn’t get murdered. The sky didn’t fall.
And I think it’s because of him. Haylee having a change of heart helped, but I was prepared for the worst, so I could handle anything at all.
That’s all thanks to him.
14
Avery
It’s weird but working hard with Haylee is some of the most rewarding work I’ve ever done.
As the weeks progress, I actually start to like her. I mean, I don’t think we’re friends or anything, but she doesn’t despise me like she did that first meeting. We even end up chatting a little bit like normal people most days.
Those first sessions, all she wanted to do was work. We never made small talk. Now, though…
“How are things going?” Haylee asks me two weeks after our second meeting. She’s been coming in every other day since then to try and get this finished.
“Fine,” I say, not looking up from the pages. “Just making a few more marks here then we’re ready to go.”
She laughs softly. “No, I mean with him.”
I look at up at her, frowning. “What?”
There’s a coy, little smile on her lips. “Don’t pretend like it’s not happening.”
I feel my blood run cold.
My relationship with Julian is moving along, slowly but surely. We’ve both been busy, so we haven’t spent as much time together as we’d like, but I’ve slept over his apartment a few times, and the sex is still…
Well, it’s basically any spare second we have together.
But we’re careful. We haven’t been caught. We don’t kiss in the office when others are around. He doesn’t treat me like anything more than his assistant.
So how could she know?
“I have no clue what you mean.”
She sighs. “Come on. Relax. Nobody else in this office knows, or at least I don’t think they do.”
I shift uncomfortably in my seat. “Maybe we sh
ould just get back to work.”
She laughs again. “Come on. Julian’s hot. I’m not judging, even if he is twice your age.”
I glare at her. “Age doesn’t matter.”
Her grin gets bigger. “I knew it.”
I groan and realize the trap. She baited me into that, and I fell for it so easily. I feel like a moron.
I shake my head. “We can’t talk about this.”
“I don’t work for this company. I mean, not really. So, I really don’t care.”
“Seriously. It… it could ruin him.”
“Avery, it’s okay. Honestly. I don’t care.”
I bite my lip. “Okay,” I say, taking a breath.
“So… how is it? I mean, rich and powerful and hot. I bet you can’t get enough of him.”
I smile a little bit. “It’s complicated, honestly,” I say. “I mean, we have to hide it all the time, and I don’t know what we are, but…”
“But you kind of like it anyway?”
“Exactly.” I sigh and lean back. She’s grinning at me. “What?”
“Nothing.”
“No, what?”
“Well, I just thought you were sort of uptight at first. But now I realize you’re not, just… you have a secret. And it’s making you high-strung.”
“You’re not wrong,” I grumble.
“Look, take it from me. Most people don’t care about that sort of thing, and the people that do… well, fuck them.”
“You sound like Julian,” I grumble.
She laughs. “He’s a smart guy.”
“I know.”
“Look, I get that the business thing is weird, but… I see the way you look at him. Maybe other people notice it, maybe not. But to me, it’s obvious you’re in love.”
I stare at her, blinking a few times. “I’m not… I mean…”
“Okay, sure, whatever. Maybe you haven’t admitted it yet.” She shrugs.
“I’m not in love,” I say.
“Okay, okay.”
“Really, I’m not.”
She laughs at me again and I want to run out of the room like an idiot. “Methinks the lady doth protest too much.”
I roll my eyes at her but god damn it, she’s not wrong, again.
“Okay, can we please get back on topic?”