by Kylie Parker
“No,” Stephanie shook her head as she cut him off. “You don’t understand.”
“Okay,” Chris said, stepping back to look down at her, lightly gripping her upper arms as he looked down into her face with concern. “Then tell me.”
“I can’t go with you tonight,” Stephanie said, taking a deep breath. “Because I already have a date with someone else.”
Chris drew back, his hands dropping from her arms and down to his sides. He blinked, and his expression clearly displayed his hurt feelings.
“Oh,” he said simply and looked down to the floor. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know you were seeing someone…”
“I’m not,” Stephanie said, shaking her own head. “I’m going on a date with your brother.”
Chris’s head shot up, and his eyes blazed with fury.
“What?” he asked, his voice little more than a growl. “Why? How?”
“It was the only way I could secure a meeting with him,” Stephanie said. “You said to do whatever it took so… I did.”
“So you offered yourself up, is that it?” Chris shot at her. “You went in and told him that you would date him if he agreed to have this meeting?”
“I tried to negotiate with him,” Stephanie spat at him, feeling her anger return at full force. “But he wasn’t even interested in the slightest. He seemed interested in me the whole meeting, and I told him that I would do anything within my power and within reason to secure a meeting between you and him.”
“And?” Chris said, raising his eyebrows as he fumed, waiting for her answer.
“And he said he would have a meeting with you under only one condition,” Stephanie explained heatedly. “That I go on a date with him, tonight at seven thirty.”
“And you agreed?!” Chris all but yelled at her.
“Keep your voice down; you want the whole building to hear?” Stephanie hissed at him. “Of course, I agreed. It’s just a date; there’s no reason to lose your mind over it.”
Chris laughed and shook his head as he paced around the room.
“Sure, just a date,” Chris said mockingly. “He’s just trying to take what I have.”
“What you have?” Stephanie crossed her arms and raised her brows. “So I’m just one of your possessions?”
“You know that’s not what I mean,” Chris countered.
“Then stop acting like I’m a toy that you two children are fighting over,” she scolded him. “It’s just a dinner. We’ll talk, and we’ll eat, and that’s all.”
Chris shook his head and grumbled.
“I don’t know why this is so upsetting to you,” Stephanie scoffed and sat down in a nearby chair. “You sent me into that meeting with no instruction and no idea who I was even meeting with. I did my part, and here you are acting like a complete child when I come back with the result you wanted.”
“I never wanted you to start dating my brother,” Chris countered, glaring at her.
“Well I never even knew you had a brother,” Stephanie said, exasperated. “Look, I’m going on this date whether you like it or not.”
“Well, I don’t like it, that much I can assure you,” Chris grumbled, and started to pour himself a small tumbler from a decanter on a stand beside his desk.
“Well you don’t have to like it,” Stephanie said. “But I made an agreement, and I intend to adhere to it because that is what professional adults do.”
“Professional adults do not trade meetings for dates,” Chris grumbled, mostly to himself. “You said the date was at seven thirty?”
“Yes,” Stephanie answered.
“Hm,” Chris grunted and downed the drink he had poured.
Chris looked over at Stephanie with dark eyes. He set down the tumbler on the stand with the decanters and slowly began to move toward her.
“What are you doing?” Stephanie could not deny the way her body was responding to the look in his eyes and the way he was moving. He looked like a predator stalking its prey, and she felt like a helpless doe caught in its path.
“I’m going to finish what I started this morning,” Chris growled softly, running his hand softly over her cheek. Stephanie couldn’t help but release a long sigh and turn her face into the palm of his hand as he gently caressed her.
Chapter Twenty
“We can’t” she protested, shaking her head, though her body sang a different tune. “We’re in the office; someone will hear.”
“Let them hear,” Chris whispered harshly. He moved away from her and quickly crossed the room and over to the door, securely locking it behind him before he turned back to her.
Stephanie could not bring herself to argue any further. She was shaking with her need at this point. Their argument had made her blood heated, and only served to increase her arousal. Now, seeing the dark intent in his eyes, and knowing full well that he could easily fulfill her need, she had no desire to argue with him further.
Chris stood over her for a moment and then stooped down, burying his hand in the hair on the back of her head and tilting her face up to meet his as he kissed her deeply. She couldn’t help but moan softly into his mouth. Chris pulled back and looked deep into her eyes.
“Stand up,” he commanded her in a whisper, and Stephanie hurried to do as he said.
“Go and collect all the items off of my desk and put them on the floor,” he issued the command.
Stephanie felt a thrill of pleasure as he gave his soft commands, and she hastened toward the desk as Chris watched. She looked up from her work every now and then, and she bit her lips as she saw him gently stroking himself through his pants as he watched her do as he bid.
It did not take long for Stephanie to complete her work, and she eagerly looked up at him for her next task as the desk was clear.
“Come back around to this side,” Chris instructed her, and without hesitation Stephanie moved to obey him, eager to finally get the completion that she desperately craved. She stood before him and eagerly waited.
“Turn around and bend over the desk, hold on to the other side,” he said simply.
Stephanie turned and lowered her torso over the desk. She tightly gripped the opposite edge of the desk. Her heart pounded in her chest, and she felt as though electricity was traveling across her skin.
Finally, she felt Chris’s soft touch along her back, and her body shivered as he traced a long line down her spine, and eventually settled on her ass. She moaned softly as he massaged her there, and then dipped his hand lower along her hip to the front of her pants. His other hand joined the first, and he slowly began to undo her belt and the buttons of her pants. When he had successfully undone them, he slowly lowered her pants and panties down her legs to pool at her ankles.
Stephanie whimpered yet again as she felt the cool air of the room tickle across her exposed sex. She felt an acute sensation of arousal as she knew that she was fully on display for Chris to see her.
“God, you really do need this,” Chris murmured, nearly to herself. Stephanie couldn’t bring up enough rational words to form a real response, so she merely whimpered again.
Stephanie flinched in excitement as Chris once again rested his hands on her ass, gently rubbing the flat of his palm against her in small circles. She was just about to beg him for more when he finally dipped his hand lower and slipped two of his fingers into her hot wetness. She immediately gasped as he began to curl his fingers within her, and she nearly bucked off the table.
Chris chuckled and withdrew his fingers from within her. Stephanie began to whimper in protest, but Chris shushed her as he took his hips in between his hands. She felt him shift behind her, and she had to work hard to keep from crying out as she felt him drag the flat of his tongue over her sensitive clit.
Stephanie panted and moaned as he flicked his tongue teasingly along her sex, nibbling at her fold and at her clit. Her potent desire had transformed into unbelievable pleasure, and she couldn’t help but grind her hips back into his mouth as he continued to work on her.
Just when Stephanie thought that she might come from that sensation, he withdrew.
“No, no, please!” Stephanie protested immediately. “I’m so close, please don’t stop.”
“Stop?” Chris leaned down over her to whisper into her ear from behind and growled at her with a devious smile. “We’ve only just begun.”
With that, he took a firm hold of her hips, and with seemingly little effort, he flipped her over, so that’s he was on her back.
“Hold the edge,” he snapped at her, and Stephanie immediately obeyed. She gripped the edge of the desk behind her and panted heavily as she watched Chris begin to undo his belt and pants, then shove them down to pool around his ankles. He then tore the pants off of Stephanie’s legs and spread her legs.
Stephanie’s entire body jerked as he ran a finger through her wetness, and thin circled a finger around her clit. She whimpered soft pleas at him, begging his to stop his teasing and give her what she really was aching for. Just the thought of his thick length sliding deep into her was enough to make her moan and squirm.
Instead of his cock, though, Chris slid a finger into her and began to slowly and languidly drive her mad with it.
“You like that?” Chris asked her roughly.
“Yes,” Stephanie answered in a whimper, afraid that he would stop if she said no.
“Are you being honest with me?” Chris taunted her, and she felt him begin to remove his digit.
“Yes!” Stephanie insisted, nodding frantically. “Yes, please, I like it, I like it!”
“That’s good,” Chris said. “You always need, to be honest with me, always. Do you understand me?”
“Yes, yes,” Stephanie nodded again, looking back up into his eyes.
“Very good,” Chris murmured sliding his finger deep back into her. Stephanie moaned her approval, and her head fell back against the desk.
“Do you want me to make you come this way?” Chris asked softly.
Stephanie whimpered softly in displeasure at the thought that he would finish her with his finger and not his cock. She knew, though, that he was more than capable of doing so. Still, she wanted to feel his thickness buried inside of her, and she did not know the answer he wanted to hear.
“Answer me,” Chris said to her.
Stephanie took a deep breath and steeled herself as she prepared to give the honest answer.
“No,” she moaned out, shutting her eyes and preparing or his response.
“No?” he countered, still gently moving his finger in and out of her. “And how would you rather I made you come?”
Stephanie blushed at the idea of articulating what she wanted.
“Answer me, and answer me honestly,” Chris commanded her softly and began to once again withdraw his finger from within her.
“Please, please,” Stephanie panted. “I want you- your cock… I- I want it inside of me… I want you to fuck me.”
“Well there’s an honest answer if I ever heard one,” Chris chuckled and withdrew from within her. Stephanie whimpered slightly, and then gasped as she felt the head of his penis at her soaking entrance.
Stephanie immediately arched her hips and tried to create more friction, but Chris held her still as he ran his tip up and down her sopping folds. He teased her mercilessly, and finally, Stephanie thought she would go mad if he didn’t take her right then.
“Please…” she whispered breathlessly, allowing her head to fall back against the desk again.
“Well…” Chris drawled. “Since you asked so nicely.”
With that, he rammed into her, and immediately set up a punishing rhythm. Stephanie gasped loudly at the sensation, and it was all she could do to keep herself from screaming as he drove into her. He pushed her up and into new heights of pleasure, and she bit her lip hard as she finally came, her inner muscles clamping down hard on his engorged cock. He continued to thrust into her prolonging her orgasm and bringing her pleasure that she had never thought could exist. After a whole day of being pent up with arousal, this orgasm made every minute worth it.
He followed shortly after, and he pressed his mouth hard to hers as he came, spilling his hot load deep inside of her, and jerking as he finished. Stephanie felt herself shudder as his cock jerked within her, and she wrapped her arms around him as they both relished their climaxes.
They both stayed still and breathed raggedly, trying to catch their breath. Stephanie felt Chris run his fingertips up and down her side, and she shivered at the intimate sensation.
“Remember that,” he whispered roughly into her ear. “When you’re on your date with my brother tonight.”
Chapter Twenty-One
On her drive home that afternoon, Stephanie’s mind whirled, and she wondered what she was supposed to make of the situation that she found herself in just now. She knew that this was likely just a brotherly rivalry, and she was just getting caught in the crossfire.
On one hand, she was truly attracted to Chris, and she really was growing to care for him beyond their relationship as just employee and employer. On the other hand, she was attracted to Carson as well, and there seemed to be an air of intelligence and mystery about him that she couldn’t help but be intrigued by. He seemed to have a darker side than Chris, and a part of her definitely wanted to explore that.
It did not take Stephanie long to get back to her apartment, and once she was inside it did not take her long to decide on a course of action. After her round with Chris in the office, she knew that she needed a good hot shower to get their mingling scents off of her skin. She wasted no time and moved directly to her bathroom so she could wash her hair and body thoroughly. She also quickly shaved, just for the sake of feeling more clean shaven.
Once she was done, she stepped out of the shower and toweled off, wrapping her hair up in a towel to soak up the water. She applied some lotion along her body and then moved out of the bathroom to her dresser. She decided on a pair of nice, matching underwear. The panties were a thong, as she knew that her panty lines would be very clearly visible in the dress she intended to wear.
Once she had donned her underwear, she moved over to her closet to get down the dress she already had in mind. It was a simple and classy maroon dress. She couldn’t remember what the occasion was when she bought it, but she was certainly glad that it was a part of her collection. She took it out of the closet and laid it on the bed.
Stephanie returned to the bathroom and applied a layer of makeup to her face. It was a little more than her usual dusting, and she paid special attention to her eyes so that she would really bring them out. She wore a bold shade of lipstick that worked well with her dress. When she had finished her makeup, she let down her hair and blow-dried it, allowing it to fall in waves around her shoulders.
Then, she gathered up the hair in a simple up-do that helped to accent the lines of her face. She secured it with a nice clip and then moved back to her room to slip her dress on. She arranged it so that it fit smoothly against her body and no wrinkles were anywhere to be seen. She moved to her mirror and looked herself over. She smiled to herself, satisfied with the way she looked.
She felt a sudden flutter of nerves. She wondered what Carson would think of her outfit. She wondered what he would think of her in general. She knew that this was likely all just a ploy for him to drive Chris insane with jealousy. But even so, she didn’t go out very often, and she knew that this was a good excuse to look good.
Stephanie sighed and shook her head, then moved around the apartment to gather the last few things she needed to get herself ready. She selected a black clutch and put a tube of the lipstick she had chosen. She also put in her debit card just in case she needed to call a cab after the date. She had no idea how it was going to go, and the last thing she wanted was to be stranded with no hope of getting home except by walking.
She also collected her phone and a pack of breath mints for after dinner. Finally, she figured that she was about as ready as she was going to get, and she once aga
in arranged her dress to keep the wrinkles away.
Stephanie glanced down at her phone, and she saw that the time was just past seven fifteen. She felt another jolt of nerves, and she took a deep breath to settle herself. Stephanie decided that she should go ahead and start making her way downstairs so that she could be ready by the time Carson got there.
She moved out of her apartment, being careful to shut and lock the door behind her. She got in the elevator of her apartment and let it take her down to the lobby. The doors slid open, and Stephanie stepped out and crossed the lobby. She stepped out of the doors of the apartment and stood on the sidewalk. She checked her phone for the time again. She was still early, so she had no idea when Carson would arrive. Though she tried to rationalize her emotions, she couldn’t help but feel a little anxious.
Soon, though, she had no more reason to worry. She saw a sleek silver car pull up on the street. She suspected that it was Carson’s car, based on the fact that it was a Jaguar. Her suspicions were confirmed with Carson stepped out of the driver’s seat and looked over at her.
Stephanie could not help but appreciate the way he looked. He was dressed in a sleek black tuxedo, with silver cuff links in his shirt that had some sort of gemstone in them, and Stephanie realized that they must be diamonds. His golden hair was neatly combed and gelled into place. He gave Stephanie a cool smile, and she shook off her admiration to look more dignified in his presence.
“Good evening Stephanie,” he said to her, his eyes running up and down her body.
“Good evening,” she said in return, giving him a small nod.
“Shall we?” he raised an eyebrow and gestured to his car.
Stephanie nodded and moved toward the sleek car. She allowed Carson to open the door for her, and she held his hand as she lowered herself into the passenger’s seat of the car. There was an aroma of pine in the car, and it quickly infiltrated her nostrils as she waited for Carson to get in the car.