Tainted Love (Book 1)

by St. James, Ghiselle

  Caroline opens the door wider and I see him standing in the hallway, big, beautiful, and fucking turned on. He radiates desire. I can see it all over him and the bulge in his pants says it all quite loudly. I wonder if Caroline saw. I don’t like that thought at all.

  My body heats further to boiling point under his libidinous gaze and I, too, become flustered. “Uh…uh, please, l-let him in.”

  He smirks as he stalks past her, eyeing me with heavy-lidded craving. Jesus.

  “That’ll be all Miss Justice,” he says to her without taking his eyes off me.

  Caroline blushes yet again and she eases out the door, closing it.

  With a turn of the lock, Ben seals us in.

  “What are you––”

  Ben holds up a hand and cuts me off. Crooking his finger, he calls me to him, and I nothing short of glide to him. I must have glided. Otherwise, how do I explain being in his arms, enraptured in his impassioned kiss? Because, I don’t remember getting up from my desk.

  “That picture,” he growls as he kisses me feverishly, bruising my lips. “That picture…”

  “Ben,” I say in a low rumble. Oh God. He is going to take me in this office. I know it, but I am too lustful to care.

  He shifts the papers I have on my desk as well as my laptop and perches me on top of the desk, spreading my legs. Dropping to his knees, he pulls me to his face and he inhales me deeply.

  “You’re already wet for me. I can smell it,” he mutters satisfyingly.

  Shoving my black thong to the side, he wastes no time in sucking my engorged clit between his tongue and teeth.

  “Jesus, Ben,” I moan, gripping his head.

  He licks along the folds, stopping at my quivering entrance then tonguing it. He dips his tongue as deep as it can go, lapping up the juices that flow. His teeth graze my aching clit and I almost shatter if not for the cessation of his rather mind-blowing actions.

  Propping up on my elbows, I watch my achingly sexy man pull his pants and free the erection that is straining against his boxers. I lick my lips, hungry for him.

  “You are so sexy when you need me so much,” he purrs. “I should get you more ready for me, but damn it, I can’t wait.”

  He loses himself into me and I buck against his plundering of my needy channel.

  “Damn it!” I yell, rotating my hips to meet his frantic thrusts.

  “Shh…” he quiets, slapping a firm hand over my mouth.

  He slams harder into me and the desk makes a very loud, very distracting creaking sound. Ben stops immediately and pulls me to him and we burst into fits of laughter.

  “Shh…” he says again, trying to conceal his own laughter.

  “Shh…” I say back to him with a wide grin on my face.

  Ben kisses me softly and begins to slowly rock inside me again. We both stare at each other, huge smiles on our faces. We glide our hands over each other’s faces reverently, taking pleasure from just staring in each other’s eyes. As Ben picks up the pace, I feel my body tightening. His gaze burns into me and with a squint of his eyes, he commands me to come.

  “Ohhhh,” I let out a strained moan so as not to say what I really want to say or how loud I want to say it.

  Ben stills inside me and he grunts as his body jerks and his cock spasms inside me. He clutches me close and I hear him curse in my ear. A satisfied curse, that makes me tuck my hands under his jacket and sink my nails into his clothed back. Damn.

  We take a few minutes to come down from our orgasmic high before Ben pulls out of me, a drop of fluid following his exit. He scoops some from my thigh then holds it to my lips. I take it gladly, licking it clean. I see an animalistic desire in his eyes as I suck his finger and I stop quickly as I know exactly where that will lead.

  “You…are wonderful,” he says, kissing my cheek then lips.

  He produces a handkerchief from inside his jacket and he tenderly wipes me clean then secures my underwear in place. Easing me into a standing position, he kisses my forehead. Even in heels I am still shorter than he is. He searches my eyes and I know he’s wondering if he overstepped his boundaries.

  “You were wonderful, Ben.” I tip up and kiss his lips.

  “It won’t happen again,” he says tersely.

  “Never say never, baby,” I challenge, shooting him a playful wink.

  We walk to the front entrance of the building hand in hand, my legs still trembling from our exploits. Kissing me briefly, I watch him with a sigh as he enters the waiting car and disappears down the street.

  “I’m so jealous,” Caroline grumbles as I walk past her.

  I giggle, blushing at her words.

  “Did you guys just bone in there?” she asks plainly.

  “Huh?” I mumble with a high-pitched squeak. Way to keep it cool.

  “Oh, please.” She rolls her eyes. “You look all shades of flushed, he’s flushed and sexily disheveled. You have a pleased look on your face, and you’re walking funny. If that wasn’t an office quickie, then I really don’t get laid very much,” she observes.

  I flush yet again and, with utmost confidence, shoot her a wink at her very correct assumption and walk back to my office. I was pleased alright.

  At three, I am completely edgy. I want to be where Ben is desperately and I feel like I’m losing my mind. I decide to use my restless energy to do something creative that would definitely please both Ben and I. Pulling out my iPod and the USB connector, I attach it to my laptop. I tinker with them for about forty-five minutes before dislodging the iPod and call Simon. I can’t help but grin with excitement at my little plan.

  “Sullivan, is everything okay?” Simon asks.

  “Yes it is. It’s perfect, actually,” I reply contentedly. I know he’s smiling without seeing his face. If anyone would be happy to see Ben and me together, it would be him.

  “Can you come get me in fifteen minutes?” I ask.

  “No problem. I’m told I should be at your beck and call,” he informs me, warming my heart at the sentiment.

  Ben sure knows how to take care of a woman. As such, I have no qualms in giving him this gift I plan on giving him. And if I know my man, he’ll appreciate every bit of it.

  “So, fifteen minutes?” Simon clarifies.

  “Yes, please.”

  Sitting there, fifteen minutes seemed to take forever. I’d informed Sarah that I was leaving early and she nothing short of rushed me out. She’s great. I hope to work for her when I graduate.

  Waving to Caroline, who winks mischievously at me, I head out of the building five minutes too early. I am happy to find Simon waiting on me. Walking a few feet to the waiting car, I can’t help a funny feeling of being watched. I turn around and scan the swarm of people walking up and down the street. An eerie chill passes over me and I clutch my coat tighter, shivering against the unnerving feeling. It is a silly notion and I shrug it off almost immediately, stepping into the car as Simon holds the doors open for me.

  “Where to, Sullivan?” he queries, eyeing me from the rear-view mirror.

  “Buxom Bosoms,” I say, unabashed. Buxom Bosoms is a lingerie store that caters to voluptuous women, like myself.

  I see Simon’s eyes widen at my request and he flushes. “A-as you wish, Miss Beal,” he stutters. I narrow my eyes at him and he rolls into traffic, smiling at me impishly.

  Pleased with my purchase, I carry the bag of lingerie I bought along with a bag containing my iPod dock and video camera – snatched those from my apartment on a quick stop there – into Ben’s house. I hear a clatter in the kitchen and I cautiously approach the room, hoping that Ben hadn’t already gotten home. That would completely ruin the surprise.

  I am startled to see a woman busy stirring a pot on the stove. She has golden brown hair, with a light sprinkling of grey throughout her tresses. She is wearing a grey uniform of sorts with an apron tied around it, grey stockings and the cutest black flats with sparkling stones on the top. This woman looks sophisticated. Her face is warm when
she looks around to find me watching her. She seems familiar with the area so I’m guessing she works here.

  “You must be Miss Beal,” she acknowledges, wiping her hands in her white apron then stretching it out to me.

  “Yes,” I answer, caught off guard that she knows my name.

  She smiles. “My name is Vivian Somers. I work for Mr. Hayes. He’s told me so much about you.” She looks at me admiringly and I blush at her words. What exactly has he said to her?

  “It’s nice to meet you, Miss Somers. And you can call me Sully or Sullivan, whichever you prefer,” I tell her, now feeling the warmth and comfort she exudes. I visibly relax as I sit around the island.

  “Well, you can call me Viv or Vivian, whichever you prefer to call me, depending on whether you like me or not. If you don’t like me then I’ll be forced not to like you either, which seems like it will be very difficult since I like you already based on everything Mr. Hayes has told me,” she chatters, causing me to laugh.

  “It seems it would be hard not to like you too, Viv.”

  She smiles and it is such a beautiful smile.

  “So, what has Mr. Hayes said about me?” I ask.

  “I’m sworn to secrecy.” She purses her lips and motions locking it.

  “Good things, I hope,” I say, threading my fingers and resting my chin on them.

  “I doubt very much that he’d have anything bad to say about you,” she comments, turning to check the pot on the stove again.

  “So, how long have you been working for Mr. Hayes?”

  “I’ve been working for him for close to five years. I used to be one of the chefs at his parents’ house,” she answers.

  “Nice.”

  Vivian and I chit-chat for another ten minutes, trading laughs, before heading upstairs to set my plans into motion. I take a shower, dry off then massage my body with the sweet scented lotion I bought, designed to tickle a man’s sexual senses. At least that’s what the sales lady said and I’m sure she was only trying to sell her product. I decided to give it a try anyway, wanting the full effect of my surprise to meet Ben head on. It really does smell amazing, though. It is tickling my sexual senses for crying out loud.

  I hear Drake’s Best I Ever Had playing in my handbag and exhilaration thrills through me knowing it’s Ben.

  “Hey, babe,” I answer sweetly.

  “So here I am, wanting to go pick you up from work, and Simon tells me you’ve already gone to my place,” he says, fascinatingly. “Are you okay, my sweet girl?”

  “I am wonderful, my sweet man.”

  “You sound like you’re up to something,” he assumes rightly.

  “Me?” I gasp in mock innocence.

  He grunts in disbelief and I can hear him smiling when he says, “I’m on my way, Miss Beal.”

  Hanging up, a surge of joy and anticipation sings through my veins. I hurriedly dress in my pajama bottoms and tank top with bra, thinking it would be inappropriate to parade in front of Miss – or is it Mrs.? – Somers in a revealing robe. I also thought it inappropriate to parade in front of her with my ta-tas spilling out of my tank top, though Ben would love the view.

  Downstairs, I am drawn to the heavenly scent coming from the kitchen. Vivian had finished cooking her roast beef with béarnaise sauce, cheesy baked potatoes sprinkled with bacon slices, and the heated left over macaroni salad from the night before.

  We start chatting again, laughing, when Ben walks in. His warm smile at seeing us together speaks volumes. This woman means a lot to him.

  “Hello, ladies,” he greets, striding over to me and kissing my temple.

  “Mr. Hayes,” Vivian acknowledges.

  “Hey, papi,” I say flirtatiously as he rests between my legs.

  “Papi, huh?” he says snuggling me. “What is that smell?” he mumbles, inhaling deeply then running his tongue along my neck.

  “Seduction,” I whisper, captivated by him.

  “I want to eat it off of you,” he growls nipping my ear and I wonder if he remembers that Vivian is in the room. Turning my head slightly, I realize she’s gone.

  “I really, really want to fuck you right now, Sullivan. That smell is intoxicating.”

  “Oh, God,” I whimper as he sucks my neck, which I’m sure will leave a mark.

  “Wait.” I stop him, easing him away shakily.

  “No, no, no,” he protests in a whine, reaching for my neck with his lips.

  “There’ll be plenty of time for that later. As for now, I want to bathe you,” I tell him, descending the chair on shaky legs.

  “Bathe me?” he says, testing the word with an arched brow.

  “Yes, bathe you.”

  I lead him upstairs to the main bedroom where I slowly undress him, brushing my lips over his toned chest. In the bathroom, he is amazed to see a similar setup to which he had for me the day before. Instead of rose petals though, froths of fragrant, soothing soap decorate the top of the bathtub. Guiding him into the tub, I wash his body appreciatively, reaching down and cleansing his hardened cock. I swear the slightest touch can turn this man on.

  A chuckle escapes my lips and he looks up at me all wicked and wanting. He grinds in my palms and I swat his balls, tsking at him. He groans and throws his head back in frustration and I giggle, enjoying having the upper hand for once.

  Drying him off, I hum the tune of Promise by Ciara. Then an overwhelming sadness unfurls inside me at the words.

  I promise that I will never lie to you, boy.

  I really hate lying to him about who I am. I want to tell him the truth, the whole truth about me, but I’m just so scared that he’ll walk away from me.

  Cupping my chin, Ben studies me. “What’s wrong?” I forgot about his eerie way of knowing when something is wrong with me.

  “Nothing. Just really grateful for you is all.” Well, it’s half true. I really am grateful to have him in my life. I’m fucking in love with him; not that I’d ever admit it to him. Simply admitting that shit to myself is a big enough step as it is.

  “So, all this…” he gestures at me toweling him down, “is just gratitude?”

  “You say “just gratitude” like it’s a bad thing,” I snort, swatting him on his very firm ass, sending him jumping forward in surprise.

  “It’s not bad,” he says, grabbing me to him and rubbing his rapidly growing erection against me. “I love the attention,” he continues, nipping my earlobe then sucking it between his teeth. This sends dark, carnal signals to my sex and up to my breasts where my nipples bead into taut peaks.

  Oh, he knows how to make me weak, but I am not going to give in. No. Not this time. Not when I have such delightful plans.

  “Let’s eat first and fuck later.”

  “How about I do both right now?” he murmurs huskily and I feel his erection poking me and I desperately want to ride him like the stallion he is, but I have to be strong.

  I kiss him and wait until his hands loosen before I make a break for it. “Get dressed and come eat,” I order from the doorway.

  He growls, pouncing after me, but I hurry away knowing he wouldn’t possibly follow me stark naked and super horny. At least, I hoped he wouldn’t.

  We sit eating the tasty meal Vivian has prepared and Ben has barely said two words to me. He is being so petulant and pouty. Absolutely cute. He eats slowly, poking around his food which makes my plans easier to carry out.

  I try to stifle my giggles as I watch Ben grumble under his breath about stubborn women trying to top. As soon as I finish my last sip of wine the giggles turn into full-blown uncontrollable laughter.

  “You’re not being fair.” His voice is rough, but quite obviously a whine, which makes me laugh even harder.

  “Oh, honey. All will become clear in due course. Eat up. You’ll need your strength.” I pat him on the shoulder as I hop from the high chair.

  “Dinner was scrumptious, Viv,” I compliment Vivian as I discard my plate in the sink.

  “Viv?” Ben raises an eyeb
row. “You two are friends now?” he huffs.

  “Jealous?” I say, kissing his cheek then escaping his grasping hands. “I’m going to the bathroom.” I wink at Vivian as I retreat, hoping she can keep him side-tracked long enough for me to get everything in place.

  Upstairs in the bedroom, I quickly set up the iPod dock and the video camera, so it captures the bed and as many areas around it as it can. I strip out of my clothes and slip into the V-neck red and black lace bustier with garters and red lace thong. The outfit boasts lace frills that make it look like an ultra-short skirt. I fasten the garters to the black sheer thigh-high stockings I put on and, rounding out the look, I step into the same red heels Ben had fucked me in the night we solidified our arrangement. That night seemed so long ago. Hard to believe that it was just last Monday.

  Strutting over to the iPod dock, I start playing my Appreciation playlist. I made the playlist while at work which consisted only of two Beyoncé songs. I wanted to show him just how much I appreciated him. Simply saying “I appreciate you” didn’t seem like enough for me, so I took Ben’s route, planning this grand gesture.

  Turning the music up, with the remote, to a level where Ben would be able to hear it from downstairs, Speechless starts humming through the speakers.

  I sit in the plush chair that I’d moved to the glass doors, stretching a leg over one armrest, awaiting his arrival.

  Ben lights the doorway and I see him draw in a heavy breath when he sees me. He stalks toward me and I halt him with a raised hand. I sashay toward him, chair dragging behind me, and I place it in front of him.

  Turning the volume down, I command, “Sit.”

  He raises his eyebrow at me, crossing his arms over his broad chest. Dominant as ever.

  “Please,” I add with a smile.

  Smiling and raking his gaze over my body, making me feel extremely desired, Ben plops down onto the chair. I disappear behind him and switch the camera on. Nerves hit against my bones as I face him once more. I am going to be doing something that I haven’t done in a while. Not only am I going to sing – the last person I sang for was Jared – but I am also going to give him an exotic dance.