Exposed (Haven Cove)

by Lola Finn

  I nod. “Yes. Please, Briggs.”

  Lust blazes in his jade eyes as I beg him to take me, to make me his. “Then that’s what you’ll get.”

  And then he thrusts into me in one smooth motion. I moan as he pushes every thick inch of his cock into my tiny pussy. My nails dig into his back, the pleasure ripping through me.

  “Goddamn, Palmer,” he growls. “So fucking tight.”

  His hips keep pressing forward, filling me deeper and deeper, spreading me around his big, long cock until his balls rest against my ass. It’s everything, my body alive, our gazes lock.

  He eases out, dragging inch after inch out while my pussy clings to him, and then he drives forward, sending an electric current of heat racing through me.

  Then he starts to fuck me.

  He thrusts relentlessly, hard. Deep strokes that have me crying out. His cock hits the perfect place inside of me, over and over, again and again. Everything builds so fast, I don’t see the orgasm coming, and it tears through me like a freight train.

  “Oh God—Briggs, fuck.”

  Briggs hikes my leg up, angling deeper to send an entirely new tidal wave of bliss to ravage my body. He pumps into me, bottoming out inside my swollen, fluttering pussy.

  “Yeah, baby. Squeeze my cock with that sweet little cunt.”

  My breaths come in desperate gasps, the high still lighting up my nerve endings when Briggs reaches between us and starts to thumb my clit.

  I cry out, everything reigniting before it even burned out. “Briggs.”

  “One more time, baby. Then I’m coming all over this pussy.”

  I don’t think I can handle any more, my body still trembling from the last orgasm, but then he drops his mouth down and sucks my hard nipple into his mouth, and I tumble all over again. I fall, so hard and fast, my head swimming in ecstasy as I ripple around his cock.

  “Fuck. Fuck!” He grunts, swelling even larger and stretching me to the brink before he pulls back. His pulsing cock slips out of me just as the first pump of hot cum splatters across my pussy. Briggs roars, stroking and shooting more ropes of cum over my belly and chest, still punishing my clit with fast circles as he comes on me.

  He’s panting when his hand pulls away, every part of me melted into his fluffy comforter unable to move.

  Briggs collapses beside me, pulling me to him. He kisses me hard, every second I’ve felt between us pouring into one kiss, his tongue lazily dragging over mine.

  When he pulls away, his forehead presses into mine, his eyes burning into me. “I’m fucked.”

  A slow smile spreads on his gorgeous lips, and I pull his mouth back to mine. I’ve envisioned my first time many many times, but none of my fantasies hold a candle to what just happened.

  I squeal when he scoops me off the bed, my legs wrapping around his waist as he crawls off the bed and carries me into the en suite bathroom.

  “So fucked,” he growls.

  Chapter Eleven

  Briggs

  I sling my bag over my shoulder on my way out of the locker room, dropping my towel in the bin by the door. My muscles still have the sweet burn from my workout as I cross the gym lobby. Of course, just as much of the workout could have come from Palmer last night.

  And this morning.

  We finally fell asleep sometime after I fucked her in the shower. Then I woke up with her tight little ass nestled against my cock, and we were on again.

  She’s perfection. Every sound she makes and the way her skin feels against mine. I could spend hours exploring her, and I think I covered pretty much every inch last night be it with my tongue or hands.

  I might be dog fucking tired the entire day, but I can honestly say, I’ve never had a better reason.

  I finally left her off in the staff parking lot an hour ago, watching her dash down the path toward the staff cabins with her heels hanging off her finger. And let me tell you, nothing about that walk was shameful. Sinful with the way her ass swayed in her tiny little skirt, maybe.

  But definitely not a walk of shame.

  In fact, she still looks pretty proud of herself when I pass her at the reception desk, biting down on her smile. My hand hooks in hers at the last second, tugging her behind me into the hallway.

  My mouth crashes into hers, and I groan, thrusting my hand into her golden hair. She kisses me fiercely, both of us more than ready to get lost in each other again.

  “You’re a problem,” I growl against her lips. “More now than twelve hours ago. And a distraction. Such a fucking distraction.”

  She smiles. “I haven’t even done anything.”

  “Yet. But I plan on bending you over my desk in the near future, which will make it hard to concentrate on anything other than making you come.”

  Palmer moans as I grab her ass, her tongue swirling with mine until I break the kiss.

  “Staff meeting at one.” I drag my teeth over her jaw before I leave her in the hallway. “Don’t be late.”

  ***

  “I hate to ask you,” Brent says through the speaker. “I forgot all about it until they called to confirm something with the hotel manager in Capetown.”

  “You know I don’t mind,” I tell him.

  “Right.” He has a dry humor to his voice. “We all know how much Oliver Briggs loves rubbing elbows with rich pricks.”

  He’s right, but with as much stress as he’s been under this summer, if I can hit up a charity event to take a little off his plate, then I’ll throw on the suit and smile pretty. The foundation hosts a dinner at his hotel in Capetown every year for underprivileged children. I’m well aware that the first year the foundation moved the dinner to Brent’s hotel is the same one we met, but I’ve never said anything.

  I’ve gone one other time for him, and a second time won’t kill me.

  “It’s for a good cause.” I scan through an email, hearing someone on the other end.

  “Yeah, just a second, baby,” Brent responds.

  I shake my head, adding the event to my calendar. Brent Cabot, leave no prisoners and destroy all enemies calling someone baby. His fiancée, Sidney, has a power over him rivaled only by his daughter and hers.

  I never thought I’d understand how they could take him from intimidating to puppy with a smile or cooed word. Then a blonde walked into a bar, and the punchline is, I fell fucking hard.

  The thought immediately brings a wave of guilt over me.

  Brent’s number one rule for his staff and guests has always been no unnecessary drama. Nothing to cause waves that need to be dealt with. And here I am, planning to fuck an eighteen-year-old ivy across my desk during lunch.

  If he ever found out he’d fire me. I’d expect him to fire me. But losing my job wouldn’t be the worst part. It’s losing his trust that would cut deep.

  But I’m too far gone with Palmer. Not even in over my head, but fully submerged.

  And I’m not willing to give that up either.

  We’re just finishing up when my gaze darts up to the camera. Palmer’s been putting on a show all morning for me, but right now, it’s not her I lock onto.

  It’s the ivy again. The concierge I’ve seen linger far too often at the lobby desk the past week.

  Having less patience for him now than before, I go out to reception. I come out just as Palmer laughs.

  “That’s perfect. Thanks, Duke.”

  Duke gives her a wink as I walk up behind Palmer, and his eyes dart over her head to me.

  “Go,” I bark at him, and he practically trips over his own feet as he scampers away. One good thing about the seasonal staffers, they spook easily.

  Most of them anyway.

  Palmer whips around, squinting at me.

  “People are going to start talking if you keep scaring all the men away from me, you know.”

  Then she grins, but I just lift a brow, my jaw hard as stone.

  “Ready to admit you’ve been flirting with him yet?”
I ask.

  “I am not flirting.” She stares me down for a second before she sighs. “Okay, maybe a little. But only because he’s the concierge for Jessica Niel.”

  “Jessica Niel?” I ask.

  She nods fervently. “The creator of Verse, the magazine and lifestyle blog.”

  I continue to look at her. I know who Jessica Niel is. I’m still waiting to hear how any of this has to do with her feeding a puppy scraps.

  “Every year she awards one internship and getting it would set me up for my entire career. A year or two working for her and one recommendation, and I can work anywhere in the world of journalism.”

  “And she’s here this summer in the Diamond Suites,” I say, a little more understanding. “So, you’re priming that asshole for a chance to meet her.”

  Every ivy has a reason for being here, be it finding a mentor or getting a recommendation for whatever they need them for. Palmer’s mentioned journalism before, and with her extracurriculars, it makes sense she’s after an internship with one of the most lucrative lifestyle brands on the internet.

  “I need to get in good with her by the end of the summer,” she explains, “and that asshole is my ticket in.”

  I smirk and give her a tsk. “Using your gorgeous face and sexy body to get whatever the fuck you want, huh? Shameful.”

  Palmer shrugs. “There is very little I wouldn’t do for a meeting with Jessica Niel.”

  “Try that again?” I growl. I glance around the lobby to make sure it’s empty before I hook my finger in the belt loop on her shorts and jerk her into me.

  “I think I said it right the first time.” She challenges my glare until I dip down and nip her hard on the jaw, and she squeaks, the sound going straight to my cock.

  I pull back, heat in my eyes. “Don’t test me on this, baby. I’d hate to have to hurt the kid for thinking he has a chance with what’s mine.”

  She swallows, blinking up at me, my fingers flexing into her sides. “Is that what I am? Yours?”

  My brow lowers, the words sinking deep and dragging me further under with them.

  I check the lobby one more time before my lips sear to hers, and she melts into the kiss. Into me.

  “Try to tell me you’re not,” I growl against her lips.

  And then I step back, and from the way she sways as I walk away, I’d say I left her as off balance as she has me.

  ***

  My lunch meeting runs long, so I shoot Palmer a text on my way down the back hall of the administration building, past the department heads’ offices.

  Feel free to start the meeting without me.

  Already have.

  She follows up with a picture of her smooth legs hung over the arm of the chair in my office. I’m so screwed when it comes to her, and I don’t even care anymore.

  I’m tucking the phone back in my pocket when I pass Millie, coming out of her office, and I give her a smile.

  “Oliver…”

  I turn right back around at my name, knowing better than to try and duck her. Even if chatting with the head of HR is the last thing I want to be doing right now. Especially when that head of HR is Millie. She’s been a part of my life ever since the first time Brent brought me to the house, adopting me as her own whether I liked it or not.

  But I liked it.

  What I’m not a fan of is how with one look, she can usually decipher the best poker face.

  “Millie,” I say in greeting.

  She scrutinizes me for a few seconds. “Something’s different today.”

  “You think so?” I ask. “Did I get a new shirt?”

  Her eyes narrow down on me, and she slips the glasses from her graying black hair down to her nose. “No. That one’s been washed at least a dozen times. You haven’t been sleeping.”

  I chuckle, nodding. “Busted.”

  Millie taps the side of her nose before she winks and starts down the hall away from me. “Try for at least six hours tonight.”

  “Yes, ma’am,” I call after her.

  If anyone were going to just look at me and say, “Oliver, you’re screwing your employee,” it would be Millie. And not just because she’s the only one who calls me Oliver. Because that woman can call everyone’s shit.

  When I throw open the door to my office, Palmer jumps up from where she’s sitting on my desk. My gaze sweeps over her, and I don’t even have the door shut when I grin.

  “Strip.”

  She looks shocked by my words. “Wh-what?”

  “I said…” I take two long strides toward her, tugging her into me. “Strip.”

  I move around her to the desk and turn around, leaning back on the edge as she slowly reaches for the hem of her teal polo. She hesitates, unsure at first, but then her eyes connect with mine, and the fire roars, her hands dragging the fabric up until she throws the shirt on the chair from her text.

  “Fuck yeah,” I growl.

  I grip the edge of the desk while she teases her fingers down her chest, over the swell of her breasts. She grazes her peaked nipples on her way down, my cock thickening as I watch her make her way down to her shorts, popping the button and shimmying them down her hips.

  It leaves her in just her white cotton panties, my pulse throbbing while I take her in. She wore her hair down today, the blonde locks falling over her back, behind her shoulders, and she skims her fingers along the top of her underwear.

  “You’re so sexy, Palmer.”

  So fucking sweet and innocent on the surface and so dirty underneath.

  And so fucking mine.

  Her eyes dip down to eye my cock where it strains against the front of my dress slacks.

  “You want this?” I ask, gripping my length.

  She nods, her pink little tongue darting out to lick her lips.

  “Then take it, baby.”

  Palmer walks over and grabs my belt. It takes everything in me not to just pull her to me, but she’s so hot right now, in complete control. As she rips open the button on my pants, I straighten up, so she can draw down the zipper, and then she pushes them down. She takes my boxers with, freeing my rock-hard cock. I groan when her greedy fingers grip my shaft, not even wrapping all the way around. A moan escapes her lips as she takes a few tentative strokes of my cock, her eyes wild, and I can’t stand not touching her anymore.

  I grip her hips and tug her into me, my lips slamming into hers. She moans, sliding her fist up and down my length as my tongue plunges into her mouth.

  Fuck, she tastes sweet.

  I kiss down her neck to her chest, drawing a puckered nipple between my lips, sucking gently before skimming over to do the same on the other side, my hands gripping her taut ass.

  “Briggs.” She whimpers, her hand losing hold as I lower down on my knees, needing more of her.

  “Turn around, baby.” I spin her, and without prompting she leans over the chair in front of her.

  I run my hands over the globes of her ass before pressing them apart and spreading her open for me. Palmer gasps, looking over her shoulder as I bury my face in her sugary cunt. My tongue drags up her slit before I push between her lips and thrust my tongue inside her.

  She pushes back into me, already panting. “Oh God, Briggs. Fuck, that feels good.”

  I push one of her legs up until her knee rests on the chair, giving me better access to her. My tongue works her pussy, my thumb running down the crease of her ass until she tenses, her pussy contracting when I stroke the locked down ring of her asshole.

  “Relax, baby.” I swipe my thumb over her soaking wet pussy and drag the moisture back before I suck her clit between my lips, sliding two fingers inside her.

  Her back arches, and she cries out when I push my thumb forward, my cock lurching as her ass spreads around it. I growl at the preview of what she’ll feel like when I sink into this sweet virgin ass for the first time.

  I tongue her clit, working her ass and pumping my fingers deep
inside her.

  “I’m going to come.” She whimpers and grinds against my mouth, fingers, and thumb. And I push her further, my thumb advancing until she throws her head back. “Fuck. Holy fuck.”

  Palmer starts to come apart, panting and riding my fingers and thumb. Her ass and pussy clenched tight as she floods my hand with her sweet honey. The pleasure crashes through her as I drive her higher, not letting up until she’s a trembling and gasping mess for me, chanting my name as a part of every gasped breath.

  I fist my cock as I jump to my feet, and I spin us both around, leaning her over my desk. The pulsing head of my cock teases her slick entrance just about to plunge into her when there’s sound in the hallway.

  Palmer’s head jerks around to me.

  Fuck.

  I hold my finger to my lips and start to reach for her clothes when Palmer scrambles for them. She darts around my desk and dives under. Before I follow, I swipe up her drenched panties from the middle of my office floor. I tuck them in my pocket, dropping into my chair just as the person knocks again.

  “Yeah,” I say, gruff and ready to rip someone apart.

  The door swings open even though I didn’t invite anyone in, and Isabelle beams on her way in.

  “Hey, Oliver.” She shuts the door behind her, like she expects to stay.

  Not what I had in mind considering my hard cock is still sticking out of my pants and Palmer is very naked on the other side of the desk’s privacy panel.

  “Briggs,” I say. “Did we have a meeting scheduled?”

  We didn’t. I know we didn’t, but I try to keep my voice friendly.

  Palmer brushes my leg, shifting around under the desk.

  “No.” Isabelle opens the bag she brought with her. “But I thought we could have lunch.”

  Then she sits down. In the chair Palmer was just bracing on while I tongued her pussy and fucked her ass with my thumb.

  “We can call it our second date,” Isabelle coos.

  “Not a date,” I tell her, and she shrugs, waving me off in a way that says she’s not convinced.

  And she must not be the only one unconvinced because the little green-eyed blonde hiding under my desk suddenly wraps her hand around my dick.