Zain

by Monroe, Evie

  The room had emptied out and I pushed the door closed. Then I walked around the massive conference table and stood there, unsure as to whether I should sit down beside him. He motioned to the chair, and I slid it out and planted my backside on the very end. “I’m sorry about this weekend, but—”

  He held up a hand. “You don’t even know why I called you in here?”

  I stopped abruptly and shook my head. “No.”

  He sat back, spreading his arms. He was a big man, not necessarily fat, but formidable. His face was lined from age, but I got the feeling that once, long ago, he might’ve been considered handsome.

  “Then let me speak, first. Marina has been telling me that you’re slacking. And I know some of the others have been complaining about it, too. You like this job, don’t you?”

  I nodded, lacing my hands together under the table. “I do, but my daughter—”

  “Yes. I understand. We all have obligations. But the measure of a good employee is how well they cope with adversity. I know you have a lot on your plate. Maybe more than the others,” he said. “But you really think I give a shit? I don’t. I don’t want to know what the fuck is going on in your private life. I don’t care.”

  I nodded, my stomach beginning to roil.

  “What I care about is getting the work done so that I don’t look like a total asshole in court. You don’t want me to look like an asshole, do you? Your job is to make me look good.”

  “I understand, sir,” I murmured, feeling smaller and smaller.

  “And everyone’s scrambling to show me their best side for this promotion that’s coming up. But not you. Why is that?”

  I pulled myself up straight in my chair, trying to think of a diplomatic answer. I didn’t think my real answer would sound so good. I didn’t want the promotion because I knew it would mean having to work even longer hours away from Alena.

  “Well, I would’ve—”

  I stopped when he held up a hand. “I don’t want excuses. I don’t care. Just put your fucking nose to the grindstone, and get the shit done, or I’ll find someone else for your position. Okay?”

  I nodded. “Yes, sir. I will.”

  I rose to my feet, and when I opened the door, I noticed five sets of eyes that had been staring at the door, suddenly flash back to whatever work they’d been pretending to do. Of course, they’d heard the whole thing. The walls in the conference room were paper-thin.

  When I trudged back to my desk and set my notepad and coffee down, Sarah peeked her head over the cubicle wall. “Are you okay?”

  “What do you think? He just reamed me out for not being here enough.”

  She rolled her eyes. “What a prick. You’re here enough. And you do stellar work.”

  I ignored her words of encouragement. “And I can’t stay late tonight. I have to pick up Alena. She spent all weekend with her dad,” I said, feeling even worse about the way I spent my weekend. I should’ve been working, and instead, all I was doing was taking care of myself. Now, I was in deep shit.

  I tried to buckle down and get some work done, but as I opened up an email to begin working, I saw Marina walking past with a satisfied smile on her face.

  I needed to work late tonight.

  Alena was going to be so mad at me. She’d probably never talk to me again. I’d promised I’d get her from daycare. But what else could I do? If I didn’t have a job, I might have no choice but to go back to Viktor. And I couldn’t let that happen. Ever.

  Quickly, I texted Viktor. I have to work late tonight. Could you watch Alena tonight instead of Wednesday?

  A few moments later: Fine. I’ll pick her up from daycare.

  Well, at least he didn’t argue about that. Probably because he felt guilty about not spending any time with her over the weekend as he’d promised. Not that he’d do any better tonight, but at least it was another chance.

  Alena probably wouldn’t be happy. But I’d make it up to her. Dinosaur chicken nuggets and cookies and cream ice cream on Tuesday night.

  I set my phone down on my desk to focus on the task in front of me, but it started to ring. The display showed an unknown number, but from Aveline Bay. A thrill coursed through me. I usually didn’t answer numbers I didn’t know, but this time, I had a feeling.

  I quickly jumped up and headed for some privacy down the hall as I brought the phone to my ear. “Hello?”

  “Hey.”

  It was him. I’d only heard that voice that one night, and now its low, sexy timbre was forever ingrained in my memory. I started to ache for him.

  “Hi.”

  “What are you up to?” he asked me.

  Right now, I’m getting wet at the thought of you. “I’m at work,” I said, almost making it to the door to the patio. The second I reached for the handle, I looked back and saw a couple of my co-workers glaring at me. Taking personal phone calls during work hours? Big no-no.

  But I simply couldn’t let this call go to voicemail.

  “And what do you do?”

  “I’m a paralegal at a law firm downtown,” I answered, stepping outside into the bright light of the afternoon. “I’m busy so I can’t talk long.”

  Unfortunately.

  “That’s all right. You want to meet up after you get off?”

  My body buzzed with excitement. After I get off, he’ll get me off. I opened my mouth to say yes when I remembered I’d be working late.

  Shit. Shit shit shit.

  “I’d like to. But I have to work late, tonight. I probably won’t get out of here until after ten.”

  “That’s not a problem. Text me your address, and when you’re ready, I’ll swing by.”

  I started to agree to that, but then it hit me. My house was full of Alena’s toys. Did I really want him knowing I had a daughter this early? If I did, he’d probably run as fast as he could in the other direction.

  “Actually, can I come by your place? I’ll text you when I’m ready to leave here.”

  “All right. See you.”

  He hung up with no pretense, even before I could say good-bye, which should’ve made me feel a little bad. But I was too excited about seeing him again to care. As I went back inside, I did a mental inventory, making sure I’d shaved and worn sexy underwear . . . no, that wouldn’t work. I always felt dirty after a day of work. I needed to go home and shower, first.

  I’d just made that decision when I looked up and saw all of my co-workers giving me the stink-eye.

  Right. Work first. Then sex.

  I needed to focus.

  That proved easier said than done.

  Especially after I sat down at my desk, another text came in: Picture my head between your legs, because that’s where I’m going to be later.

  I gasped out all the air in my lungs. Instantly, that very image planted itself at the front of my brain: Zain’s face, firmly planted between my legs. His tongue doing wild things, his eyes full of a rabid hunger.

  I texted back: You know I’m trying to work, right?

  He didn’t respond right away. In the space of about five minutes, I think I checked my phone about four hundred times and got absolutely no work done.

  Then: Yeah. If you were here right now, I’d be working on you.

  Oh, God. He was not going to make this easy for me. I pressed my legs together and tried to ignore the heat pooling low in my belly.

  I picked up my phone, just as Marina peeked her head in the opening of my cubicle. Of course she’d catch me looking at my phone. She frowned in disappointment. “Do you have that briefing I asked for?” she demanded.

  I nodded. “Almost. I’m working on it.”

  “Well, maybe it’d be done already if you didn’t have your phone surgically attached to your hand?” she suggested, sweetly but loudly, so that people on the other side of the building could probably hear.

  I set my phone down. “I’ll bring it to you when it’s done.”

  “Good,” she snapped, turning on her heel and walking away.
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  I groaned and turned to my computer. The briefing was almost done. I could make a few changes, print it out, and knock that off my to-do list.

  But the second I opened the document, my eyes went to my phone again as it lit up with another message. Your pussy is the most delicious thing I’ve ever put in my mouth.

  God, he was getting me so wet. So turned on. I had the urge to run to the bathroom and touch myself until I came. As I was trying to think of something sexy to say in return, a voice whispered, “You’re just begging to be on Marina’s shit list, aren’t you?”

  I looked up to see Sarah, staring over the cubicle wall at me.

  I covered the display of my phone with my hand, not that she could see it from that far away anyway. I whispered, “Just texting with Alena’s daycare. She has a little fever.”

  Sarah tilted her head at me. “You okay? You look a little flushed yourself. Sure you didn’t catch something, too?”

  I felt my cheek. It was hot. “No. I’m fine.”

  Sarah sunk back down behind the cubicle wall, as my phone lit up again. The first thing I’m going to do when I see you is run my tongue across your clit and suck it until you come.

  I nearly moaned aloud. I typed in: And the second thing?

  That’s a surprise. One thing I promise, you’re going to come, again and again. In every room of this house.

  Now I was pressing my legs together so tightly, I was surprised they didn’t fuse together.

  I didn’t know how I made it through the rest of the day. I ticked things off my to-do list, including Marina’s briefing, but I didn’t do them nearly as fast as I should have. That was because every few seconds, I found my eyes drifting to my phone.

  Zain sent me more and more messages throughout the day. Always referencing how much he was going to make me come, which made me so ravenous I could barely think straight. Though I’d wanted to work until ten, and hadn’t finished my to-do list, but by nine-thirty, I was practically insane.

  By then, even Marina had left, so I locked up the building and practically flew home. I quickly showered and changed into a little sundress, let my hair down loose, spritzed some perfume, and jumped into my car.

  The second I pulled up to his driveway, I saw only one light on in the back of the house. His house was huge. And he’d texted every room. I shivered with anticipation.

  Then I climbed up the crumbling stone driveway and knocked on the door.

  A moment later, the door swung open. Zain filled the space, silhouetted in light from the room behind him. He wasn’t wearing anything but jeans; even in the minimal light, his hard chest made my mouth water. I could barely make out his eyes, full of wicked intentions, and a devilish smirk on his face.

  I half-waved. “H—”

  Before I could finish my “hi,” he reached over to me, pulled me inside, and pressed me up against the door with his powerful body. He didn’t kiss me. He didn’t say a word. He simply reached up under my dress and roughly pulled my panties down, over my hips.

  Then he sank to his knees, threw the fabric of my dress aside, spread my legs with his big hands, and put his tongue up into my pussy, lapping at my clit. Then he wrapped his lips around it, like a man possessed, and sucked.

  And sucked.

  Just as he’d promised.

  I tangled my hands in his hair and bucked forward as he lifted the lower half of my body off the ground and sat me down on his face, relentlessly licking and biting and sucking.

  When his thick finger slid up my asshole, I went crazy. I screamed out my first orgasm, one so powerful I nearly lost consciousness. The feel of my virgin hole being assaulted by his finger while I came in gushes on his face was more than I had ever experienced in my whole life!

  He may have been a dirty bad boy, but when it came to sex, he was a man of his word.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Zain

  She wobbled a little as I took her hand and led her to the living room couch. Good.

  “How was work, baby?” I asked.

  “I don’t want to talk about it,” she said in that sexy accent of hers, reaching for my jeans.

  She was still trembling from my tongue. I liked seeing her undone like that. When she’d gotten here, she looked shy, and now she was in a trance.

  She wanted my cock. And I was going to give it to her.

  Everywhere.

  Her mouth.

  Her sweet cunt.

  And hopefully, I would take her tight little ass.

  She knelt on the old couch as she scrambled to unbutton my jeans and ease them down over my hips. My cock sprang out, rock hard for her. She took it in her hand and immediately took the tip into her mouth, like she’d been starving for me.

  “Oh, shit,” I said, wishing there was something I could hold onto as she slid up and down on my shaft, her tongue running circles around it inside her mouth. I felt the tip graze the back of her throat, but she didn’t gag. She just kept going.

  I wrapped her hair around my hand and applied pressure to the back of her head, milking it, fucking her mouth. God, it felt phenomenal. I’d been around this block before but never had a met a woman who was as eager to please me. A woman I wanted to fuck over and over again, and dammit, I couldn’t seem to get enough.

  “Come here,” I said, pulling myself from her mouth and wrapping an arm around her waist. I lifted her up and turned her around so that she was on her knees, on the couch. “I want to be inside your tight pussy. I’ve been thinking about it all day.”

  She eagerly obliged, letting out quick, excited breaths, chest heaving as I took out the condom and slid it onto my wet dick. I moved up behind her, running the tip of my cock along the seam of her ass, and she moaned. “Please, Zain. Fuck my ass. I’ve never—”

  “Hold on pretty lady. Let me get some lube.” Fuck yes! I practically ran to the bathroom and brought back my handy dandy lube and slicked up my dick. Then I slowly lubed up her sweet little asshole, but not before I kissed it.

  I positioned myself at her entrance with one hand, gripped her hip with the other, and pushed into her slowly, letting her ass muscles get used to my cock. She gasped as I pulled out a little, then slid in again, a little deeper. I gritted my teeth to keep from tearing up her ass. God damn, it felt good!

  “Yes, Zain. More. It feels so fucking amazing. Faster. Give me all of your cock.”

  I didn’t think I’d ever fucked a girl’s ass harder. She was a petite girl, compared to me, and I still had the feeling she was delicate, but hell, I was wrong.

  As I leaned over her and bit the shell of her ear, sweat rolled off my body, onto her back. Her skin was damp, creating a frictionless slide between our bodies.

  She started swaying back, meeting my thrusts, until the room was filled with the sounds of our flesh slapping together and our moans growing louder by the second. When I reached around and started to play with her clit, she shouted out words in Russian, and I fucking lost it.

  I groaned as I came, pulling her flush against me, so deep inside her. As I jerked inside of her, she ground her pussy on my hand and let out a scream and her asshole clenched my cock in a pulsating rhythm while her pussy flooded my fingers.

  “Oh, my God,” she cried out, finally saying words I understood.

  I pulled out of her and we collapsed onto the couch, a pile of tangled, sweaty limbs. “Jesus,” I breathed as she curled herself next to me. I put an arm around her and pulled her close to me, my lips grazing the top of her head. I opened my mouth to say more, but she’d fucked me speechless.

  She grinned at me, sat up, slipped the straps of her little yellow dress off of her arms, peeling it down her body. Then she stood up and let it puddle at her feet. “Which room do you want next?”

  I chuckled. “This is a big house. You sure you’re up for the challenge?”

  She gave me a look of defiance. I guessed it would be fun, finding out. I took a breath and started to peel the condom off my dick as she looked around. “Big house
for just you.”

  “Yeah. Was my parents’ house. They died in a car accident a few years ago. I was an only child so I inherited it. I was going to clean it out and sell it, get a place of my own, but never got around to it. All these rooms? I barely use any of them.”

  She turned serious. “I’m sorry to hear about your parents.”

  Nobody ever said that to me anymore. She was the real deal. I got up and stood in front of her, staring down at her hot naked body. My cock began to respond again, wanting to get back in the game. “Let me get rid of this,” I said and sprinted to the bathroom to toss the condom.

  As I walked back to her I asked, “So your choice. What room?”

  She took my hand and led me toward the nearest room, the dining room, a room I hadn’t used in about two years. The giant table had a layer of dust over it, but that didn’t stop us from using it for what we needed.

  Somewhere along the line, maybe about five rooms in, we ended up in bed. She started to nod off to sleep in my arms as I teased her for being a lightweight.

  “We haven’t made it through even half the rooms, yet,” I murmured, pulling her close. She simply smiled and told me she had work tomorrow—which was already today, since by then, it was three in the morning. Tomorrow was another day.

  And my cock was ready.

  But the rest of me was tired as hell. I got maybe a couple of hours in, solid, dead-to-the-world hours. It was like I blinked, and suddenly the sun was streaming into my bedroom, and the smell of bacon and coffee hit me.

  Looking over the fortress of rumpled sheets, I saw the indentation of her head on the pillow beside me and smiled. It was still a little damp from her sweaty hair, and it smelled like her, not of any perfume, but of this unique, Sasha-like smell that drove me wild. Getting up, I pulled on my boxer briefs, brushed my teeth, and went downstairs.

  Sasha stood in my kitchen with oven mitts on, hair coiled in a bun, wearing my white t-shirt. It was huge on her, falling off her shoulder, and there were two little mountains rising where her nipples peaked. I don’t think I’d ever seen a woman looking so effortlessly sexy.

  “Breakfast?” she asked, taking off the oven mitts and starting to slice oranges at the center island. Meanwhile, her eyes were focused intently on the television.