by Sienna Grant
With a wink, I headed out of the building and toward home.
When I open my front door, I see that my maid has been in and worked her magic. My kitchen is sparkling, the sheets have been changed, and the floors were polished. They were gleaming so much that I could eat my dinner off the floor. My maid has worked for me for years and knows how picky I am about cleanliness. I pay her much more than I should, but she’s not just a standard cleaner.
Stripping out of my suit, I change into a pair of sweats and a tee, then slip my feet into my sneakers. Grabbing my cell, I connect my airpods and push them into my ears, press play on my playlist, and go for a run.
Twenty-One
Reagan
The knock on the front door echoes through the apartment. I reluctantly drag my tired and lifeless body from the couch. I’ve had a shitty day and all I really want to do is sleep. I know the weekend has finally caught up with me.
I slowly made my way to the door as the knocking comes again and pull it open, sighing. In front of me stands a sweaty but sexy Everett, dressed in sweats and a tee. As my gaze greedily eats up the sight of him, I realized I haven’t said anything. “H-hey.”
“Hey yourself.”
I pull the door open even wider so he can come inside before making my way back to the couch, lying my lazy ass back down.
“You have some water?”
“There’s a bottle in the fridge.” I tilt my head back and watch him walk into the kitchen. “Did you run here?” I ask curiously. From this angle I can’t see everything I want to see, so I roll myself onto my front and rest my chin on my hands. His light gray sweats are low on his hips, giving me a glimpse of his slim waist.
He nods his answer as he pulls open the fridge, grabs a bottle, unscrews the cap, and drinks heartily. I’m almost jealous of the bottle. He screws the cap back on and turns to look at me. Bottle in hand, he comes and crouches down beside me.
“Hey, sexy. Everything okay?”
“Just tired. Today has been a bitch. I was so glad when it was over.” He shifts my hair out of my eyes and tucks it behind my ear, and I can’t help but smile at him. “At 6:45 this morning I was on a conference call with Terry Hicks.”
He raises an eyebrow at that. “He was up early.”
“Not what I needed when I was trying to solve a problem, but you know…like Terry even cares.”
His finger and thumb gently clamp down on my chin before he’s kissing me. “Have you eaten?”
“Not yet.”
He strokes his hand over my hair. Just that small, tender touch sooths me. “Do you want me to stay?”
“I don’t usually get the option, but yes.”
“Nothing at all.” He places his water on the floor beside the couch and rolls me onto my back, then slides on top of me. With an elbow on either side of my face, he lowers his head and kisses me. Our tongues tangle and he nibbles and sucks at my lips.
I can’t get enough of him. I thread my hands into his hair and pull, then throw a leg around him. I push down on his ass, the hardness of his erection pressing deliciously against me. My hips thrust upward as I rub against him. I’m breathless as I tighten my fists in his hair.
“Fuck, Rae,” Everett mumbles against my lips. The kiss slows and he lifts his head. “God damn, Rae. I need you.”
Everett stands and I look up at him, taking his body in, smiling. He kicks off his sneakers and pushes his sweats over the head of his protruding erection, pushing them down his legs before kicking those off too. He drags his tee off slowly, revealing his toned stomach and chest to me. That’s thrown to the floor to join the other items, and I lick my lips, my hungry gaze eating him up.
Once he’s naked, he starts pulling off my shorts impatiently. He hooks a finger beneath the elastic of my panties and snaps it. “Ouch,” I say at the sting.
“What the fuck are these?” Before I can answer, he puts a knee on the couch beside me, wraps the elastic in his fist, and tugs sharply until it snaps. He then lifts my tank top up, uncovering my breasts, and latches onto my nipple, sucking and licking. My back arches, pushing my breasts into him, hungry for more.
Parting my legs, he rubs my clit before inserting two fingers inside me. I cry out, desperate for more. “Hands over your head and hold on.” Everett removes his fingers and cups my ass cheeks, lifting the lower part of my body as he kneels in front of me on the couch. His head disappears between my thighs, his tongue spearing in and out of my opening before he sucks at my folds.
My fingers clamp onto the edge of the couch arm while I try to hold my orgasm off. My body bucks and writhes at his relentless pace. “Fuck, Ev,” I cry out. “Yes.”
He stops for a second and his eyes meet mine. “All in good time, baby.” He smirks and my eyes roll into the back of my head as his mouth meets my sex again. Knowing I’m on the verge of coming, he sucks harder, my body bucking and my fingers digging into the wood of the arm. “That’s it, baby give it to me.” His lips clamp around my bundle of nerves, and just as my legs stiffen, the tingling in my belly sparks, and before I could say I was coming, he was lapping up my climax. He drags his tongue from my opening to my clit, causing aftershocks to wrack my body.
Everett pulls me up to my feet and turns me around, facing away from him. I push back against him, sinking onto his cock. His fingers dig into my hips as he drives in and out of me as roughly as he can. I know it won’t be long before I hit my peak again when that familiar feeling, that fire in my belly which had slowly begun to smoulder, ignited again. I was ready for him to take it all as I met him thrust for thrust.
“That’s it, Rae, let it go. This is mine, you hear me? No one else gets this.”
I think I nod, agreeing with him, but I couldn’t be sure, I’m so fucking turned on. This is just what I need after today.
“You are fucking amazing, Reagan,” he professes fucking me harder and faster. It’s not long before we’re both coming
“Shower?” he asks as he pulls out of me.
“Food?” I ask, smiling as I turned and sat on the couch.
“Okay.” He was still semi-erect as he sat down next to me. “Order food and we’ll shower while we wait.”
Leaning over, he picks up the bottle of water from the floor and offers it to me. I drink just enough to moisten my mouth and throat and give it back. He shakes his head and goes to get a fresh bottle of water from the fridge. There’s something about the throat and neck that’s so damn erotic. He then takes his cell from his sweats and orders Chinese for us. Once done, he offers me his hand. Wrapping my fingers around his, he pulls me up to my feet and kisses my lips. He then wraps one arm around my back and the other around the backs of my thighs and lifts me. I squeal as I am launched over his shoulder and walked into the bathroom. “Ev? Put me down.”
His palm connects with my ass for complaining, and not just once either. Another loud squeal comes from the back of my throat and my teeth clamp down on my lip as he hits me in just the right place to get me wet all over again.
Twenty-Two
Everett
Waking up in Reagan’s bed is strange.
I’m not sure what made me ask if she wanted me to stay, but it was out of my mouth before I could stop it. Maybe it was that little bit of rejection at not taking my call yesterday. She always takes my calls.
I look down at her blonde head nestled under my chin and smile, my arms holding her against me.
It’s confusing. I never wanted this. It was really just supposed to be a one-night stand.
I look around for a clock and find one on the bedside table—it’s almost five o’clock. I needed to get up and get going if I’m going to make it back to my apartment in time to change before work. I could imagine the look on my employees’ faces if I showed up in sweats.
I pulled my arm from under Reagan’s head as softly as I could, and she murmured as she rolled to her back. The thin sheet slipped down her body, uncovering her ample breasts.
My dry mouth began to water and I hated that I couldn’t act on it. I need to get going. Turning to sit on the edge of the bed, I run my fingers through my hair before standing up and walking into the living room. I pick up my sweats from the floor where I left them last night and pull them on.
I go into the kitchen and make us both some coffee. I hear the beep of Reagan’s alarm clock and know she’ll be getting up soon. Once the coffee is ready, I add some sweetener to hers and then make my own. Is it scary that I know how Reagan takes her coffee? I push that thought aside for another day. Grabbing both cups, I walk back to the bedroom.
As I push open the door, Reagan is waking up, her arms over her head and her body stretched out. I take a seat on her side of the bed and hold her cup out to her. “Coffee, babe?”
“Is that for me?”
“Well, I certainly didn’t make myself two.” I put the cups down on the nightstand and take her lips with mine. “Just what a man needs to start his day,” I hum against her lips
She wriggled her way up the bed and pulled the sheet along with her as she placed her back at the headboard. “I thought you’d be gone already.”
“Yeah, it was strange waking up in the same bed.” I pick up both cups and pass hers over. I grab her free hand and hold it in mine. “Although, I did like waking up next to you.”
“Well, technically, I didn’t wake up next to you, so can I have a do over?” Reagan smirks and her eyes twinkle. “But you get a gold star for the coffee.” She keeps her eyes on mine as she takes a sip.
“Wow. A gold star?” Setting my thumb against the softness of her cheek, I skim it over her cheekbone and down to her mouth before dragging it across her bottom lip. “If only we didn’t have to work…” I lean forward and kiss her again.
“As much as I’d love to do this all day, I have to be getting up. I have to get ready.”
“I’ll be in the bathroom. I’m used to seeing your clothes fall off that gorgeous body, not cover it up.”
A shy smile curves her lips as she lifts her cup and takes a sip. I drink the rest of my own, I place the cup in the dishwasher.
Once in the bathroom, I take a quick shower and grab Reagan’s toothbrush, freshening my mouth.
By the time I got back in the bedroom, she was sliding a navy knee-length dress down her body. I watch in amusement as she tries to reach around her back to grab the zipper. I walk over and step behind her. “Let me.” She drops her arm and I drag the zipper up to the top. I put my lips on her neck, tilting her head as I kiss a trail up to her ear. With my hands gripping her hips, I pull her back against me. Blood rushes to my dick and I brush my hardness against her, just to keep her aware that watching her put clothes on turns me on as much as when she took them off.
“I have to go.” She turns in my arms, settling her hands on my forearms. “Let me drive you. I’ll be ready in ten minutes, maybe you can make me another coffee while you wait.” She looks up at me from under her long lashes, almost begging me.
“Since you asked so nicely, a ride would be good.” I kiss her nose and grab her cup while she goes into the bathroom.
She walks into the kitchen as I finish her coffee. I pass it to her, and she thanks me before going back to her bedroom. I stand at the door as she applies her makeup. One thing I love about Reagan, she always managed to look so elegant. She really doesn’t need makeup; she has a natural beauty. Her beautiful powder blue eyes are framed by long black lashes, a high bone structure and a small nose with pouty lips…I could look at her all day long.
As she applies her mascara and red lipstick, a warm feeling burns away inside me. Something had changed between us.
“You’ll be having me as your assistant next,” I joke.
She turns her head from the mirror, looking at me. “Unless you have a filing system that can beat Margie’s and are able to create holes in my schedule, then…no. I much prefer you staying as you are.” She puts the lipstick in her purse and zips it up. “I’d much rather you keep your role. You are so much more useful to me as you are.”
Taking her heels from her closet, she drops them to the carpet and slips her feet inside, adding at least four inches to her height.
“Fuck. I don’t think I’ve ever watched such a sexy show of getting dressed.”
“Stick around. I might do it again.”
She tries to slip past me through the doorway, but I catch her around the waist and tug her against me. “Only if I can take them off again?”
“Of course.” She smiles wide. Her eyes sparkle and I’m lost in her blue orbs. “We’d better go,” she whispers, putting her lips against mine.
I nodded my agreement and loosen my hold on her. She kisses me on the cheek and, knowing I’m watching, adds an extra sway to her ass as she walked away. I shake my head, begging my dick to calm himself. Refusing to let my dirty thoughts take over our morning, I go into the living room and pull my tee on. I slide my phone and airpods into my pocket, then take the elevator with Reagan down to her car.
“So, do I get to see you tonight?” I ask as the car comes to a stop outside my apartment building.
“I have my usual Tuesday night dinner at my mom’s tonight, and I can’t get out of that, but…” she cups my bristled chin in her hand, “…if you play your cards right, Mr. Brooks, I may be free after.”
“I’ll call you later, then.”
“You do that.” She leans across the console and kisses me this time.
“Maybe today you’ll take my call,” I add as she pulls away from me.
The skin between her eyebrows creases as she frowns. “What do you mean?”
“Yesterday I called, and you were too busy to take my call.”
Her frown deepens. “Yeah, I was really busy.”
After another kiss, I leave the car and make my way up to my penthouse.
Twenty-Three
Reagan
Ever since I dropped off Everett, all I can think about is what he said to me. I was really confused. I try to think back to yesterday, but for the life of me can’t remember Margie telling me that Everett had called. Why would she do that?
I’m sure she has an explanation.
I clear Margie from my thoughts for now. Everett takes up enough space in my head.
Technically, I had lied to him this morning. I’d told him I wanted a do-over because I hadn’t woken up next to him. I had. The first time my eyes had flickered open, his arms were wrapped around me so tight he was almost cutting off my air supply. I loved waking up with him. I’ve been fine with our arrangement so far, but I want more with Everett, I’m just too scared to admit it.
Pulling into the parking lot of the building, I park and locked my car before heading upstairs.
When I arrive on our floor and walk through the office, I find Margie already at her desk, on her cell phone.
“Morning, Margie.”
Her head shoots up and a large smile is plastered to her face. I’m not sure if it’s from shock at seeing me arrive after her or that I’d caught her on her cell phone.
“Oh, morning, Ms. Quinn.”
I smile and unlock my office before going in and putting down my purse. The door between us opens and Margie steps inside with a cup.
“Here you go.”
“Thank you.” I raise an eyebrow as she sets it down. “I figured you’d want this seeing as you’re a little late today.”
“Late?” I feel my eyebrow lift higher.
“It’s almost seven forty-five. You’re usually here before me. But it’s okay, I know how tired you were yesterday. I hope you slept well.”
“Soundly, thank you.” I frowned a little and took a sip of what was already my third cup of coffee and prepared to ask her about Everett. “Speaking of yesterday, I spoke with Everett last night.” Margie kept a neutral look on her face. I’m sure she’s wondering what’s really going on with us, but she has a good way of not showing it. “He said he called yesterday.
I know I was busy, but he said I was too busy to take his call?” I pose it as a question, not wanting her to think she’s done something wrong. Technically, I was too busy.
She cocks her head on an exhale and smiles. “Yes. You just had so much going on, and I didn’t think you should have any extra stress. I did tell him I’d pass the message on, but I got so consumed in my work I totally forgot. I’m sorry. I promise it’ll never happen again.”
I gave her a tight-lipped smile. “Okay. I know you meant well, Margie, but you can’t make that decision unless I’ve told you that I’m not to be disturbed. Do you understand?”
“Of course. It won’t happen again.” The color in her cheeks begins to rise and I knew then she was embarrassed.
“Please see that it doesn’t. I could’ve missed out on a really important client.”
“Well, I just thought that, seeing as it was only Everett, it would be okay.”
My eyebrows hit my hairline. “That’s Mr. Brooks to you, Margie. And Mr. Brooks is a very important man. You need to remember that.”
“You’re so right.” Her hands cover her smouldering red cheeks as she gasps. “I’m so sorry. It won’t happen again.”
With a nod I watch her walk back into her office, then turn on my computer.
Margie did a fantastic job here, but I can’t have her becoming blasé with names. If ever she called someone by their first name on the phone, especially a client or another CEO, my head would be on the block.
The rest of the day went on without a hitch. Margie did everything I asked, practically falling over herself to get everything right. I felt a little bad because Margie and I had seemed to bond a little, but this is business, and business comes first—it’s the most important thing.
I look through the glass separating us and see that yet again she is on her cell. I obviously hadn’t found her enough work to do today. I’m not sure why this annoyed me today. Maybe it was her nonchalant attitude this morning, she hadn’t been like that at all since I’d hired her.