by Bianca Cole
I nod. “He didn’t even apologize.”
“Was it a creepy old man?” Piper asks.
“No, he’s in his late-thirties and hot.” This isn’t what I wanted to talk about on the girl’s night out. How the hell did we get on to this subject? “He’s one of those guys who knows how good looking he is and is cocky as hell.”
“Well, it’s been a while since you’ve had some.” Scarlet winks. “Maybe you should have a fling with him.”
The image of him kissing me flashes into my mind. Every inch of my body tingles with the desire to feel his hands on me again. “No way,” I say a little too quickly, shaking my head. Despite my body having a much different reaction to the suggestion. “He infuriates me.” Not to mention, he pushed me up against the door of his office earlier today and kissed me. I don’t say that though. It’s too damn embarrassing that I let it happen.
“You need to let your hair down and have fun,” Scarlet says.
Piper nods. “Haven’t you heard that hate sex can be the best?”
I chew on my bottom lip. I’d never heard that but I could believe it the way my body reacted to him earlier. “Can we just drop it?”
Scarlet raises an eyebrow. “Okay.”
“How are you and Jamie?” I ask.
Scarlet exchanges a glance with Piper. “Not great, our sex life is more or less non-existent at the moment.” She takes a long sip of her champagne. “Not to mention, I keep coming home to find him jerking off to porn.”
My eyes widen. “Are you serious?”
She nods. “Yeah, It’s upsetting.”
Piper shakes her head. “You need to ditch that asshole and find a man who takes care of you.” She clicks her tongue. “He doesn’t make any effort.”
Scarlet’s eyes glisten with tears.
“It’s probably just a blip, Scarlet. Relationships have their ups and downs and I’m sure you two will reignite the passion.” I squeeze her hand.
She smiles. “Yeah, you’re right. I’m certain we’ll get back to where we were before.”
Scarlet and Jamie have been dating since high-school. They were the most smitten couple ever at the time. They have been drifting apart. Scarlet doesn’t deserve to be treated the way he is treating her—Piper is right. Hopefully, they can sort it out soon.
“I need a holiday,” Piper says. “Either of you want to jet off to my island next week?”
I laugh. “Piper, unfortunately we’re not all billionaires and we do have to work,” I say.
Scarlet nods. “Yeah, although I wish I could.” She sighs. “Maybe we can arrange something ahead of time and I’ll get the time of work. All three of us could.” She glances at me.
“I can ask my dad, but you know what he’s like,” I say.
Her shoulders dip. “Yeah, when did you last have a proper holiday?”
I cast my mind back over the past two years. It’s been a long time. “I can’t remember.”
“Your dad is such a hard ass.” Piper huffs. “What’s the point of having a rich father if you can never enjoy life?”
I shrug. “He wants to teach me to work hard for what I want in life.”
Scarlet interjects, “Yeah, but you don’t want to be a lawyer.”
I sigh as heaviness weighs on me. “No, but I don’t have a choice.”
“Bullshit. You always have a choice,” Piper says.
Scarlet shakes her head. “Anyway, let’s forget about the shitty parts of our life and get drunk.” She raises her glass of champagne in the air, again. “To friends.”
Almost the moment we’ve finished drinking that glass, two attractive guys approach our table. The blonde one speaks, “Hey ladies, do you mind if we join?”
Piper shake her head. “Of course not. Have a seat.”
He sits down next to Piper and the dark-haired one slides in next to me. This is what I wanted when I came out. A way to blow off some pent-up frustration. I turn to him and smile.
“Hey, what’s your name?” he asks.
“Ivy, what’s yours?”
“Dustin, are you single?”
I nod my head and take a sip of my champagne. This guy is handsome and seems nice. The perfect guy to hook up with and get Wes out of my system. Problem is, Wes is all I can think about. I don’t even have to kiss this guy to know that it won’t compare to the way it felt when Wes kissed me.
What the hell has he done to me?
Dustin keeps chatting to me, trying to flirt, but I’m not feeling it. After a short while, he gets the hint and tries it on with Scarlet. She’s already told him she’s got a boyfriend. It’s such a douchebag move. Piper is getting on like a house on fire with Chad, his friend.
Scarlet leans over to me. “Are you ready to call it a night?”
“Hell, yeah.” I nod. “It’s late and I’ve got to get to work early.”
“Me too.” Scarlet turns to Piper. “Piper, we’ve got to get going.”
Piper leans away from Chad for a moment. “No problem, I’ll catch you girls later.”
Scarlet links her arm with mine as we walk out of the club. There are a few cabs waiting outside so we pick one to share. She doesn’t live too far from me. All the way home she whines about Jamie. I hate to say it, but I think Piper is right. From the sounds of it, their relationship isn’t healthy.
We arrive at Scarlet’s place first. She pays her half of the fare and then hugs me. I watch her stumble up her stairs into the apartment she shares with Jamie. All I can hope is one of them ends it, before it becomes even more toxic.
The driver pulls up in front of my apartment and I pay my share, before getting out. As I get out onto the sidewalk, it hits me how drunk I am. I stumble up the steps to my apartment, fumbling in my bag to find my keys. Then I struggle to get them in the lock. Finally, I get it open and make a beeline straight for my sofa, flopping onto it.
For some stupid reason, I check my emails, reading through a few messages from clients that piss me off in my drunken state, so I delete them. The mouse lingers over an email from Wes. The moment I see his name my body tingles and my panties soak through. My heart speeds up.
The sweet memories of his hard, muscular body pressing up against me, pinning me to the wall make my thighs clench. I find my hand snaking down my stomach and into my lacy panties, thinking about him. Thinking about that huge, thick length pressing against my lower abdomen. I moan loud as my fingers slide through my drenched pussy lips, before circling my aching clit.
I may hate his guts, but I want him. I want him more than any man I’ve ever wanted. The ache between my thighs won’t stop until I feel every inch of him filling me.
I hit reply to his email about the case. Before I can stop myself, I’m writing up a fantasy of exactly what I want him to do to me. What he would have done to me, if I hadn’t run out of his office earlier.
After writing some of it up, I read through it. I allow my fingers to drift lower again and drag through my soaking wet lips, dipping my finger inside and imagining it was his finger. My whole body is wound as tight as a spring as I move my fingers in and out, wishing I’d grabbed my dildo before starting. I rub myself into a frenzied mess of desire, imagining Wes’s huge cock sinking inside of me. That’s all it takes. I scream his name as I come undone.
The laptop falls to the floor but I’m too drunk and exhausted to care. I fall asleep with the power cable wrapped around my legs.
7
Wes
“Good morning, Mr. Peterson. You’re here early.”
I nod. “Good morning, Ellen, yes, I needed to get a head start today on the Delaney case.”
She clears her throat. “Would you like me to get you anything?” Her eyebrow raises.
“No, I’ll let you know if I need you.” I smirk. My secretary has been coming onto me every day since I started. In normal circumstance, I would have asked her for a drink by now. Hell, I probably would have fucked her by now. Instead, all I can think about is Ivy Heisman. Ellen is my normal ty
pe, but she doesn’t excite me at all—not like Ivy.
I sit down at my desk and start up my computer. I need to get the IT department to load my emails onto my phone because I can’t check them outside of work. I pull up my emails and my heart pounds when I see Ivy’s name at the top of my Inbox. It’s ridiculous how seeing her name gets me all worked up. It’s a response to my email about setting up a meeting to discuss the case.
Dear asshole,
It was totally inappropriate and unprofessional of you to kiss me in your office, but If I hadn’t left, this is what would have happened…
Wes tightened his grip on my hips, holding me closer and grinding his huge cock into me hard. I moaned as he worked my skirt down my hips, leaving me standing in my panties. He spun me around and pressed his throbbing length against my ass, making my pussy wetter than it had ever been.
I ached for him. I was desperate to feel every thick inch of him stretching me. “Naughty girls get punished,” he growled into my ear, before his hand connected with my bare ass.
I gasped as the thrilling pain tingled across my ass cheeks. His arms tightened around me and he lifted me into him, carrying me to his desk and forcing me down onto my back. He worked my panties down my thighs, slowly. The air teased at my bare, slick pussy.
I glanced up at him. The hungry, ravenous look in his eyes made me quiver. His fingers went to the belt on his pants, working himself free. I gasped as his thick cock sprung from his pants, hard and glistening with thick, sticky precum. The ache between my thighs increased as he moved closer to me, slowly rubbing the swollen head of him through my slick lips, bumping it over my clit and making me jolt with pleasure. He coated himself in my juices. His precum dripped onto my pussy, making a mess.
He bent over and trailed a line with his tongue right down the inside of my thigh, stopping short of my aching pussy.
“Please, Wes,” I moaned.
“That’s it, baby, beg me.”
I quivered at the sound of his voice. My heart rate accelerated as he teased my lips open with the tip of his tongue. His tongue swirled over my clit, making me arch toward him. I moaned deeply, enjoying the feel of his mouth against me.
Holy shit. I have to take a break a moment from reading to free myself from my pants. I’m throbbing against the zipper as I read her dirty as sin fantasy. Fuck, this girl has a way with words. I unzip my pants and free myself, not even bothering to get up and lock the door.
He worked his tongue over my clit and added a finger into my tight pussy, making me moan and buck against him. I ground against his finger, needing more from him.
“Please, Wes,” I moaned.
“What do you want? Tell me and I’ll give it to you,” he growled.
“I want you to fuck me.”
He grabbed my hips, digging his nails into my skin and flipped me over. I was bent over his desk ready for him. My whole body trembled with need. “Naughty girl,” he growled. “You want this huge cock stretching that pretty little cunt?”
I could barely speak past the desperate need for him. I nodded my head and felt his thick, swollen crown nudging against my entrance.
Then it ends.
Shit.
I blink a few times. The email ends there and I’m left fisting my length and wanting more. Where the hell is the rest of the story? I growl to myself, picturing her bent over the desk for me. Her tight ass high in the air and her pretty pussy nestled between her thighs, dripping and begging to be fucked.
My length pulses in my hand at the image. I move harder and faster, thinking about how good it would feel to slide every inch deep inside that tight, wet pussy. How mind-blowing it would be to feel her come all over my throbbing cock. I stroke myself from root to tip, groaning as the image of her wrapped around my shaft makes me swell.
My balls tingle as they fill with cum. They are heavy between my legs. It is a wonder I have any cum left after all the jerking off I’ve done since I kissed her yesterday. What the hell possessed her to write this? Was she drunk? I don’t even give a shit. All I can think about is her words. She wants me. This is proof.
My swollen length pulses in the palm of my hand, swelling more. The pressure becoming almost too much to bear as I read through her words again. The thought of tasting that sweet pussy makes my balls clench. From the small taste I got yesterday, she tastes sweeter than honey.
The release is hard and fast as thick jets of pearly, white cum shoot from the tip, splattering over my desk and the file I’d been working on. I can’t even bring myself to care. I’m still stroking my dick long after I’ve finished coming. Ivy’s words still running through my mind.
A noise outside the door has me softening. I force myself back into my pants and wipe the mess from my desk. I shut down Ivy’s email quickly. If I read it again, I’ll be hard in seconds.
I can’t quite believe it. Ivy wants me as much as I want her. My growing desperation for this woman has just gotten worse—way worse. There’s no way I’m staying away now. She’s mine to claim. I can only imagine she was drunk when she wrote and sent this. It’s the only explanation.
Ivy’s secretary had been chatting to my secretary the other day when they shared coffee runs. She loves vanilla lattes and from that crazy email she’s bound to be hungover this morning. Coffee is exactly what she needs. I press the intercom on my phone. “Elaine, can you get me my usual coffee and a vanilla latte please?”
“Of course, right away, sir.”
I glance at the clock. It is half-past eight. After the night she has probably had, I’m not expecting her to even arrive on time. Normally, she arrives a few minutes before nine. This girl has me so interested in her, I’ve been noticing a lot of things I wouldn’t normally notice. Like what coffee she drinks, the way she laughs, and when she turns up to work. Ivy Heisman has got under my skin so deep I don’t think I’ll ever get her out.
My heart skips a beat as my email dings and Ivy’s name appears. Deep down, I’m hoping it’s the rest of that amazing story. I click into it and my stomach sinks.
Dear Wes,
Please disregard the previous email. I believe there was a spam attack on my home computer.
Regards, Ivy.
I chuckle to myself.
Does she really believe I wouldn’t read the email or that I’d believe it was someone else writing it? It was too specific.
I’m kind of disappointed it wasn’t the rest of the story. I guess we just have to start off where she finished. My cock thickens at the thought of plowing into her. She’s all I want. My obsession that I’ll never be able to shake.
Little does she know I’ve already read her sexy as sin email and jerked off picturing her fantasy. This may be her secret, dirty fantasy, but I’m going to make it her reality, if it’s the last thing I do. There is no way she’s getting out of this that easily.
8
Ivy
Oh, my God.
I blink a few times, trying to clear the image from my head. My laptop had fallen on the floor. In the process, I’d accidentally sent the dirty story I half wrote to him. The story I didn’t finish because I got so lost in getting myself off, thinking about him.
As I read through it, I can barely remember writing it. As I re-read the story, it feels like the walls are closing in around me. The gravity of what I’ve done hasn’t sunk in yet. My deep, dirty fantasy is in his damn Inbox and there’s nothing I can do about it.
My heart pounds out of my chest as I hit reply to his last email about the case. My hands are shaking as I type out a message. It’s pathetic but all I can come up with is that my home computer has been hit with a spam attack. I implore him to ignore my last email.
It’s desperate, but I don’t know what else to do. I click onto my deleted folder in my emails and find a few important client emails in there. Note to self, lock laptop away next time I go out drinking. How much did I drink last night?
I groan, holding a hand to my aching head. To say I feel like shit, is an unders
tatement. Wes is the reason I went out last night trying to blow off some steam. He is the reason I drank way more than I normally would, trying to forget what he did to me yesterday. Ever since we met at that party, he has had me hot and bothered. I hate him but I want him. It’s fucked up.
I glance at the clock on my living room wall. It’s gone eight-thirty. I’ve got all of about twenty minutes until I should be at the office. There’s no doubt I’m going to be late. I jump to my feet and head for the shower as quickly as I can. My head throbbing as I get ready in damn near record time.
I check myself in the mirror in my hallway before leaving my apartment. Luckily, I don’t look as bad as I feel. Champagne was a bad idea. I swear, the bubbles make it more lethal than wine. My car is parked on the far side of the parking lot. I unlock it, dive in, and then pull out into the traffic toward the office.
The entire way there all I can think about is that email. What the hell was I thinking even writing it in an email? My hands are shaking. I know the chances of him listening to my email this morning is about as high as pigs flying. Basically, it’s zero. Wes doesn’t strike me as the kind of guy who takes instructions well. I step into the elevator of the building, trembling still.
A crazy notion flashes into my mind. If I could just get to his office before him, then I could delete the email. Then I remember, I’m late. He’s no doubt already sat in his office reading it right now. I groan to myself as the elevator comes to a stop.
I step out onto my floor and head as fast as I can toward my office. All I can do is hope I don’t run into him today. The last person I want to see is him. My door to the office is ajar. My brow furrows as I open it.
I squeal at the sight of Wes leaning on my desk, holding a latte in his hands.
What the fuck?
The smirk on his face sends heat through me. It makes my insides boil and my pussy wet all at the same time. Right now, fight or flight is kicking in. My legs are twitching to spin me around and carry me far away and out of my office.