“These are his two sons,” Denton said. “They probably collect a nice legitimate paycheck from here for doing no work whatsoever. No address is listed though.”
I kept looking through the files until I found a list of shareholders. The only shareholder was another company, but that was run from here as well. After a few more minutes, I had the minute book for the parent company.
Roddy Barton was listed as a shareholder and it had his address. This was it. If I gave this file to Denton, he would be able to get at Roddy. He’d be able to kill him. Denton would get his revenge, but then he’d go to prison and might never be let out.
“What’s that?” Denton asked.
“Oh this, it’s just--”
I squinted as all the lights on the floor suddenly came on at once. Denton ran to the door and peaked out.
“Someone’s here,” he whispered. “They’re coming this way. Two of them.”
“Let’s hide.” I looked around, but there weren’t exactly a lot of options in this small room.
“Screw that,” Denton said. “There’s only two of them. I can handle them while you run. I’ll be right behind you.”
“Okay Rambo, but then Roddy will find out you were here. Come on, get under this desk with me.”
The desk in the back corner of the room likely belonged to the head of HR because it was bigger than all the others. It also faced out to the corridor, so if we ducked underneath it we should remain hidden from view.
I crouched under the desk leaving what I thought was plenty of room for Denton, but his large frame meant he still had to squeeze himself in. We were both sat awkwardly with our knees pointing up and legs slightly interlocking as we tried to remain still.
“I’m not used to hiding,” Denton said, as he fidgeted and tried to get comfortable.
“Apparently you’re not used to whispering either,” I said, a lot quieter than he had. “They might hear us.”
Denton laughed and mouthed a ‘sorry.’ He didn’t seem overly concerned about getting caught, but I was terrified. It’s not like I could get into any real trouble. If I somehow ended up in a police station, the FBI would see to it that I was released without charges.
However, that meant this operation unraveling and I still had work to do. Important work. That meant getting through this unseen.
“Relax,” Denton said, a little quieter this time, but still too loud for my liking. “The worst that can happen is they find us. I’ll knock them out so quick they won’t even remember our faces.”
I held my finger up to my lips and motioned towards the wall, that had the yellow glow of flashlight beams slowly spreading across it. They were getting close.
The light got brighter. I could hear them now. They were talking about a basketball game that had just finished. At least they didn’t seem to be taking this too seriously.
“Someone probably just forget their keys and popped back to get them,” one of the men said. “No self-respecting burglar is going to be stupid enough to turn all the lights on.”
I looked back at Denton and laughed silently as he mouthed a curse word or two.
“Better check all the rooms just in case,” the other man said. “Besides, it’s warm in here. Don’t know about you, but I’m in no rush to go back outside into the cold.”
“Good point. You take the rooms on the right, I’ll take the rooms on the left.”
The torchlight disappeared as the men both disappeared into nearby offices.
They were going to come in here. If they did, they’d see the open filing cabinets and would have a proper look around. Shit.
I started biting the skin on my finger just to control my nerves. Denton reached out and placed a hand on my knee.
“You okay?” he asked, finally whispering quietly.
I nodded in return, but I was nervous. I wasn’t cut out for this undercover stuff. I could handle just working in an office and pretending to be someone’s assistant, but I didn’t have the strength or mental fortitude for sneaking around after dark.
The light shone into the room again.
“This one’s locked,” one of the men said.
“Well open it then,” the other replied. “That’s what your keycard is for.”
Shit. They have a keycard. Shit, shit, shit.
Keep calm, Chloe. Come on, keep calm.
One, two, three, five, seven, eleven, thirteen, seventeen, nineteen, twenty-three, twenty-nine…
The door beeped, and the guard pulled down the handle. I heard him push the door, but it didn’t open.
“Still locked,” the guard said. “Our cards don’t get us in here.”
“Not likely any intruders got in there then, is it? The door isn’t broken in. Come on, let’s keep looking and then head out.”
I relaxed slightly as the guards walked away, but I kept counting prime numbers anyway. They took an insufferably long time to check all the rooms. I almost got to the limit of the prime numbers I knew.
Finally they left and we were in the clear.
“You were talking to yourself,” Denton said. “I saw your lips moving. What were you saying?”
“I count prime numbers in my head to calm my nerves. Just a silly little habit I have from when I was a kid.”
“It’s cute.”
Denton ducked his head down and pushed himself out from under the desk, before standing up and stretching himself out. He reached out a hand and helped pull me out.
Denton lifted me to my feet, but my leg had gone to sleep. I fell into him as soon as he let go, grabbing hold of his shoulders to stop myself falling to the floor.
“I knew you’d throw yourself at me eventually,” Denton joked, as he grabbed hold of my waist to hold me up.
“Dead leg,” I replied, looking up into his eyes. I didn’t let go of his shoulders and he didn’t take his hands off my waist.
Blood started flowing again, but I didn’t want to stand by myself. This was much more comfortable.
“Any excuse,” Denton said softly.
“Yeah,” I replied. I didn’t have the energy to argue. Lying always took far too much effort. I felt completely and utterly helpless in his arms. I hadn’t fallen into him on purpose, but I was in no rush to leave his embrace either.
I closed my eyes and took deep breaths. This had been a tense, exciting evening. What I was feeling right now--the desire between my legs--was just the result of adrenaline flowing through my body. That, and the shocking lack of a sex life since leaving college. That’s all it was.
My hands pressed against his chest as I went to stand up, but Denton wouldn’t let me go.
“I’m okay now. I can stand.”
“That’s not why I’m holding you,” he replied.
Then he kissed me.
The ferocity with which I returned his kiss took us both by surprise.
I think Denton had been expecting me to reject him, or at the very least be reluctant, but the second his lips touched mine I wrapped my arms around him and let him pull me tightly against his body.
I’d wanted this for so long. I might have even wanted it from the second I’d laid eyes on him. It was just my brain had been so preoccupied with the assignment that I hadn’t let myself think about it.
Denton’s hands ran all over my body, as if he wanted to touch every part of me and claim it as his own. I stiffened as he ran his hands over the backs of my thighs before coming up and grabbing my ass. His fingers were agonizingly close to my sex as he squeezed hard and pulled me tightly against his hard body.
I pressed my hips against him, rubbing my sex against his cock as it stiffened in his pants. That seemed to be all the encouragement he needed. The second his cock was hard he lifted me effortlessly into the air and lowered me down onto the desk.
My legs parted as he slipped his hand between them and grazed his fingers against my wet silk panties, before gripping the waistband and pulling them down hard. My legs flung up into the air as he pulled my panties down my
legs and over my heels.
In all the commotion, the necklace clanked against the desk, giving me a much needed reminder that all this was being recorded. I squeezed the fake gem and turned it off, before lifting it over my head and throwing it on the floor. Lois didn’t need to hear this.
Denton’s fingers went back between my legs and touched the wet, delicate flesh that lay between them. Flesh that hadn’t been touched by anyone’s hands but my own in months. I was already hot and dripping wet as his fingers ran up and down my slit, exploring the folds and touching every nerve in the process.
I reached my arms back and rested on the desk as Denton slipped two fingers inside me. I whimpered as he pressed against the front of my wall. I needed this so fucking much.
Denton bent forward and kissed me hard on the lips while his hand kept thrusting into my tunnel. I had to tear my lips from his as the urge to scream became impossible to resist. He moved down to my neck, and started nibbling gently against the soft skin while I lay there helpless to do anything. He had me under his complete control.
“Look at me,” Denton commanded as his thumb started lightly brushing my bud. “I want you to be looking at me as you come.”
I fought the urge to close my eyes, and instead looked directly at him. I rocked my hips against his hand. I was so close now.
My sex was contracting around his fingers, pulsating as he brought me closer and closer to climax.
I could hear my wetness as his fingers slipped in and out of me with ease. I’d never gotten this wet this quick. Denton moved faster as I got closer to the edge, but his eyes never left mine. He stared intently at my face, as I turned bright red and panted heavily.
I looked at him until the second I came. When the nerves in my sex exploded with a fiery passion, my head snapped back on reflex as I orgasmed against his fingers.
Every muscle in my body shook, and I couldn’t keep myself propped up any longer. I collapsed down onto the desk and tried to catch my breath as Denton slowly withdrew himself from my pussy.
Denton leaned over me and kissed me again, before he lifted his fingers to his lips and sucked off my juices, making a murmur of pleasure as he tasted me.
“So sweet,” he said softly. “I can’t wait to get my face between your legs.”
His head disappeared from view and he moved down my body and dropped to his knees in front of the desk.
“No,” I murmured. “No, don’t.”
“Please don’t tell me you’re having second thoughts?” he growled impatiently.
I smiled, although he probably couldn’t see it from down there.
“Just fuck me,” I whimpered. “I need to feel you inside me. I need you to make me yours.”
I’d never uttered words like that before, but they’d left my lips before I even had time to think about what I was saying.
Denton stood up and quickly undressed in front of me. I still didn’t have much strength, but the motivation to look at his naked body in all its glory helped me find some extra reserves of energy.
His large, erect cock stood to attention before me, and had my sex pulsing once again as I imagined how it would feel as he stretched me open and pushed deep into me.
He disappeared from view for a few seconds and the next time I saw him his cock was sheathed and ready for action.
I pulled my skirt right up to my waist and spread my legs wide for him to take me. Denton stared down at my sex with rapt excitement, and quickly positioned himself between them.
He pressed his cock down so that the head rubbed gently against my folds until it was right at my entrance.
For one painful second, I worried that Denton was having second thoughts, but then he began to fill me, stretching me open as I accommodated his substantial girth. I kept thinking there couldn’t possibly be any more, but inch by inch he entered me, until his balls rubbed against my ass.
I wanted this more than anything else in the world. Denton had taken me. He’d claimed me. I’d never felt more complete.
Finally.
It had only been a week since I’d admitted to myself just how much I wanted Chloe, but it felt like I’d been waiting for this moment for a lifetime.
It was almost too perfect to be true.
I’d thought she looked beautiful in my office at work, but that was nothing compared to how she looked now, laid out on the desk with her skirt pulled up and her legs spread, her face red and her breathing still heavy from when she’d come hard on my fingers.
I had to calm myself down. Before entering her, I’d taken a deep breath to try and control my passion. I’d never had a problem delaying my own orgasm until after a woman’s, but right now I felt like I’d be lucky to last two minutes. Sure, Chloe had already come, but I had a good record for multiple orgasms and I wasn’t about to change that now.
Her tight pussy opened and accepted my large cock, although just barely. Chloe looked in awe at my size as I filled her completely.
I stared down at her as she writhed rhythmically on the desk. The only thing better than how she felt was how she looked. She was beautiful.
I leaned down quickly opened the buttons on her blouse, pulling it apart to reveal the chest I’d been picturing in my mind since she lingered near me this morning. I couldn’t get the bra off quick enough.
By the time her breasts were free, I was completely entranced. I couldn’t take my eyes off her perfect firmness, or the erectness of her petite, light brown nipples. Even in my imagination, I hadn’t pictured them being this good.
Once again, I felt myself on the verge of losing control and had to thrust delicately in case I exploded too early.
My hands reached out and firmly took hold of her breasts, squeezing them gently and pinching the nipples between my thumb and forefinger. She whimpered in response, and reached her hands out, wrapping them around my back. Her nails dug into my flesh as she moaned and pleaded for me to keep going.
The temptation to draw the moment out was strong, but I couldn’t wait to feel her come around my cock. It had been mesmerizing enough on my fingers, but I knew when her pussy contracted with me inside her it would be even better.
“Don’t stop, don’t stop,” she groaned, as if there was any way in hell I would do that. I didn’t even think it was physically possible.
I reached down and found her swollen clit again. My fingers ran over its slippery wet surface, until her fingers dug even deeper into my back as if she were trying to tear the flesh from me.
My fingers kept probing around her clit, until her back arched up into the air and she thrust her pussy towards me with one final movement. A vein appeared in her neck as she screamed with enough noise to bring security back out again.
I could barely move. Her pussy was pulsing around my cock as if she were trying to milk me. When Chloe relaxed back down on the table, in the final throes of her orgasm, I let go of everything I’d been holding back and shot my load, emptying myself into the condom that was already stretched tight around my cock. ‘Extra large,’ my ass. It barely fit.
Chloe whimpered again when I pulled my cock out of her, as if she now felt like something was missing. I knew the feeling. Nothing in life would ever top the feeling of her dripping wet sex clenching hold of my cock in the midst of a heavy orgasm.
I stood there naked, watching her panting as she tried to get her breath back. Her pussy, slick with her juices, looked engorged and satisfied, but I just wanted to go down there again. I hadn’t tasted her yet, not properly, and I felt like that was the only thing missing making this a perfect evening.
Chloe couldn’t take any more though. She looked exhausted. Finally she pushed herself up onto her elbows and then into a seated position, tugging her skirt down as she did so.
Now what?
She looked at me and smiled, but it was a smile that looked tinged with regret. I’d never been happier, but she looked guilty, and I wondered if I would ever get the repeat opportunity I desperately desired.
I
offered her a hand and pulled her up into a standing position. I wanted to kiss her, but the first thing she did was bend down and pick up her panties. My stomach sank as she pulled them up over her legs. There would be no more fun tonight; that much was clear.
We both got dressed in an awkward silence. I’d seen women get dressed quickly after sex, but it was usually because I’d told them to leave, or they had to get back to their husband. I’d definitely never experienced a silence like this before. Yelling, yes. Pleading, yes. Begging, yes. But awkwardness? That was new.
I got dressed too and wrapped the condom up in some scrap paper before throwing it in a trash can. There was a chance it might get spotted, but I didn’t want to carry it around with me all night.
“What’s this?” I asked, spotting a file on the desk. Chloe had been holding this when the guards had come by.
I picked up the file and looked inside. Jackpot.
“You found it,” I remarked. “Fucking hell, you’ve found it.”
“Yeah,” she replied modestly. “I guess I did.”
“This is great news. Why don’t you look happier?”
“Because I know what you’re going to do next, and I don’t like it.”
“I have to, Chloe. I have to end this once and for all.”
“You don’t have to do shit,” she replied angrily. “Don’t make out that this is inevitable, or that it’s forced upon you by the circumstances. You are choosing to do this, and that makes you as bad as he is.”
“He killed--”
“I know what he did. That doesn’t mean you can kill him. You promised me you’d think about it.”
“I have,” I lied. “But he has this coming to him. Trust me, every day he lives, more people are at risk. Do you think Kara’s the only person he’s killed? Or had killed?”
“I can’t deal with this right now,” Chloe said, picking up her necklace--which she’d thrown to the floor without a care in the world--and her purse before heading to the door. “I’ll see you at work tomorrow.”
If she thought I was going to let her go out there alone at night then she had another thing coming. But she clearly needed her space right now. I quickly made a copy of the important pages from the file using the nearby scanner and then caught up with her.
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