by Harper West
“Well, you maybe should’ve tried a different tack,” I say thought gales of laughter. “God, these shoes are killing me!” Bending over, I pull off my heels one at a time. A gust of my own scent comes rushing at me, mixed with something that smells almost like bleach, and suddenly I realize what Penny was talking about.
“Tell me about it,” Penny says. She sits back down, curling her slender legs beneath her frame and pats the couch next to her. “I wanna know everything.”
“It was ...” I trail off, biting my lip. “I can’t believe it happened,” I confess. “We met in the lobby, and he was just ... I don’t know, like, so powerful. It was like, as soon as we met, I belonged to him, or something. I know that sounds so stupid, but I couldn’t help it!”
“Did you even go to your interview?” Pen asks slyly.
I nod. “I did,” I say. “But he was waiting for me when I got out, and he took me into the fire stairwell, and ...” I can’t say anything else without my cheeks burning hotly. “It was incredible,” I say finally. “I mean, he’s so hot, Penny. He’s like, movie-star hot. And so intense! The way he was staring at me, it was like he could read every thought in my mind.”
Penny blinks, looking impressed. “That’s awesome,” she says. “But you’re probably not going to get that job, now.”
“I know,” I say flatly. “Believe me. I was so horny when I walked into the interview, just from talking to him, that I totally bombed it.”
“That sucks,” Penny says sympathetically. “But at least you got laid. That was good for you, Jilly.”
I roll my eyes. “Glad I meet your approval,” I tell her.
“What was it like?”
I shudder at the memory of Mason’s hands and mouth and cock, filling me up and pleasing me until I scream with pleasure. Just picturing his face in my mind is enough to make my pussy start to get wet once again, and I cross my legs uncomfortably on the couch. It sucks – I know I’ll never see him again.
But I also know I won’t be able to ever get him out of my mind. In fact, I have a feeling I’m going to be dreaming about Mason Rhodes for a long time.
“So, what was his name?”
I bite my lip. “That was the other weird thing. I kept asking him, like right from when we first met, you know? But he wouldn’t tell me. He didn’t say it until after we’d finished having sex, when I finally asked him again.”
“That is weird,” Penny says. She giggles. “Maybe he like, got fired or something, and he was on the way out, and he didn’t think you want anything to do with him if you knew. Maybe he slept with you because he was trying to get back at someone else in the company.”
“Pen,” I say. “Ouch.”
“I don’t mean that,” Penny says quickly. “It’s just, wow, you know? Super weird. But super cool,” she adds. “I’m really glad it happened to you.”
“His name is Mason,” I say. “Mason Rhodes.”
Penny’s eyes get wide and she blinks slowly. Her lips part and she stares at me.
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah,” I say. “I mean, that’s a pretty uncommon name, right? I know I heard him right.”
Penny opens her mouth as if to speak, then clamps her lips shut. Watching her suddenly makes me feel uneasy.
“What?” I ask slowly. “What is it?”
“Jilly,” Penny says in a hushed tone. “He’s one of the CEOs! One of those guys I read about, when I was teasing you this morning.”
My jaw drops and my heart leaps into my throat.
“You’re kidding me,” I say softly.
Penny shakes her head. She pulls out her phone and taps frantically away at the screen before handing it over to me. The SMX page on Wikipedia is up, featuring a photo of the CEO, front and center.
My mouth goes dry.
It’s him, all right.
Mason Rhodes.
My heart stops in my chest and my lungs are burning – I didn’t even realize that I was holding my breath before.
“Holy crap,” I finally mumble.
Penny blinks at me. “Oh, my gosh,” she says. “I can’t believe it,” she adds, cocking her head to the side and looking at me enviously.
I look down at my hands in my lap – they’re trembling. Oh, my god, I think to myself. I slept with the CEO. There’s no way I’m getting that job now ... even if I hadn’t tanked my interview.
“Well? Was he good?”
Penny’s question hangs in the air and I bite my lip, looking up at her and nodding.
“Yeah,” I say shyly. “He was.”
Just thinking about it is making me wet again. Mason’s tongue, his hands, his cock – his perfect body slamming against mine, his erection plunging into my pussy, over and over again, leaving me sore and soaking wet.
“Wow,” Penny replies. She leans back on the couch and stretches her arms over her head. “My first time was awful. And the second time was even worse. I don’t even know how it managed to hurt more, but it did.”
“It only hurt for a second,” I admit.
“You must have been really wet,” Penny teases, and I flush furiously. “Don’t be embarrassed,” she says quickly. “That’s a good thing. That means he was doing a good job.”
“He did a really, really, good job,” I admit. “But I’m so mortified. It was like, as soon as I saw him, all of my common sense went flying out the window. I was standing in the lobby, trying to find the right elevator. These girls were making fun of me, and I got all flustered, and then all of a sudden, he was right there.”
Penny is leaning close to me, more interested than she’s ever been in a story I’ve told.
“That sounds crazy,” she says. “What did he do? Was he just like, come fuck me?”
“Oh my god, no!” I exclaim. “Definitely not. He helped me find the office – he wouldn’t tell me what his name was – and then he left, but just talking to him and standing him was like, driving me crazy, and I totally blew the interview, and when I got out, he was waiting for me.”
“Holy shit.”
“I know,” I say, nodding my head emphatically. “And then it just ... it just happened. Like, I wasn’t even in control of my body.” Thinking about how Mason dropped to his knees and fastened his mouth around my clit makes my body tense and I cross my legs, savoring the lingering sensations of pleasure. My panties are still soaked through and I can feel them clinging to my pussy lips, twisting and tightening each time I shift my body.
“You’re still hot for him,” Penny says drily. “You wanna catch a cab back there and find his office?”
“Oh my god, no,” I say, shaking my head. “That would be so, so desperate and weird.”
“Well, he obviously likes you,” Penny replies. She raises an eyebrow at me. “Why not take advantage of that?”
“Because I acted like the world’s biggest slut,” I say in a voice barely above a whisper. “Guys don’t like sluts. They have sex with them, but they don’t like them.”
Penny exhales. “Can I say something?”
My stomach flips – that’s the question Penny asks whenever she’s about to tell me something brutal.
“I know,” I say, shaking my head. “I’m dumb and naïve and young and I don’t—”
“Jilly, honey, stop,” Penny says. She holds up her hand. “I wasn’t going to say any of that stuff. It’s just, well, you don’t have a lot of experience with men.”
“And?”
“Well, maybe try doing what feels right instead of what you read about in Cosmo, okay? I mean, every guy is different. It’s true that some guys won’t wanna date you after you sleep with them, but—”
“Wait, date me?” I gasp. “You’re kidding. Penny. This was sex. It wasn’t like he was about to propose, or anything. He dropped to his knees, but, um, only to, um, ...”
“Eat your pussy?”
I flush crimson and turn away. “Yeah,” I mutter. “Something like that.”
Penny laughs. “You’ve got to rela
x,” she says. “I bet he really likes you. He has a reputation, you know.”
“For what? Seducing naïve virgins and fucking them in fire escape stairwells?”
“Wow, that really does sound hot,” Penny says. “And no. He’s ... well, rumored to be kind of cold. I read this piece last year about how he’s one of the most eligible bachelors in New York, but he’s totally uninterested in getting remarried.”
“He’s divorced?” My jaw drops. “I lost my virginity to a divorced guy?”
“Everybody makes mistakes,” Penny says. She shrugs. “Look, I wanted to get married freshman year. But if I’d done that, I’d be divorced now, too. It’s not a big deal nowadays, honest.”
I look at her for a long time, then my gaze drops down to my hands in my lap. “I’m going to take a shower,” I tell her. “And then I’m gonna lie down.”
“Yeah, I bet you need that,” Penny says slyly, and I resist the urge to stick my tongue out at her.
In my room, I take off my dress, but I don’t head into the bathroom. Instead, I stare at myself in the mirror. My body – my very curvy, round body – was enough to inspire the attention and affection of the most gorgeous man I’ve ever seen. I’ve always just thought that I was fat, but Mason didn’t seem to think of me that way.
If anything, my curvy body seemed to excite him, seemed to make him think that I was a real woman, someone he could please and tease and torture until I was practically screaming his name.
I can’t help but wonder – am I ever going to see him again?
Chapter 6
Mason
“Will that be all, Mr. Rhodes?”
“What?”
I look up and my secretary, Allison, is peering down at me. She doesn’t have the usual affectionate gleam in her eye, but rather a look of concern.
“I asked, do you need anything else?” Before I can answer, she continues: “Are you okay? You seem really distracted today?”
“Fine,” I lie. “And no. I don’t need anything. Thanks.”
Her eyes bulge, and I realize belatedly that it’s probably the first time I’ve ever thanked her for anything since I hired her.
God, I’m really fucking messed up.
Allison leaves, closing the door behind her, and I lean back in my chair and groan. I can’t stop thinking about that girl, that sweet, curvy, girl who twisted and bounced and shoved her ass down on my cock like she meant it.
Jilly.
She was fucking perfect. I’ve never been with someone so voluptuous before, so lush – she has the body of a woman, and it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. Her tits were the size of small melons, I could barely fit them in my hands. Her stiff, pink nipples and how creamy-sweet they tasted when I licked and sucked and bit them. Her round ass, how it felt so plush and hot against my body when I was fucking her from behind.
I want to do everything with her. I want to strip her naked, stare at her until she blushes strawberry-red all over. I want to push her down on my bed, spread her thighs and lap at her pussy until my face is soaked with her juices. I want to finger her until she squirts, until she moans and hides her face with the intensely hot shame of knowing I made her do something she’s never done before.
Before I had her, she was a virgin.
And now she’s mine.
I’m barely aware of my hand slipping down to my crotch and rubbing my hard cock through my trousers. God, that feels so fucking good, I think, closing my eyes and leaning my head back. I can still smell Jilly’s floral-vanilla perfume, the fresh scent of her hair, her musky, sweet pussy. I wish she was here right now, riding my cock, humping me and shuddering and moaning and shaking as I fill her precious cunt.
I unzip my trousers and my cock springs out. I’ve never worn boxers, not since I was a little kid – I don’t like the feel of them bunching under my pants, especially not in the tailored suits that I’m required to wear as CEO of SMX. Without hesitation, I wrap my hand around the base of my cock and start to jack myself off, moving my hand up and down.
Biting the inside of my mouth, I rub myself harder. I’m still imagining Jilly, on all fours on my bed, looking over her shoulder at me with a coquettish expression. I gently spank her ass and she spreads her legs an inch wider, showing her perfect little asshole and her dripping pussy.
I wonder what her ass tastes like.
God, I have to find out.
I have to fucking see her again, screw her again, or I’m gonna fucking die.
Just as I’m about to come, my door opens and I freeze. My eyes shoot open and I yank my hand away from my erection.
Jay steps inside and closes the door behind him. I’ve zipped my pants by the time he comes closer, but the knowing look on his face tells me that he knows exactly what I was just doing.
“Jesus, Mason,” Jay says with a smirk. He flops down in the chair across from my desk. “A little unprofessional, no?”
“Fuck you,” I say, shaking my head. “Didn’t you learn to knock, huh?”
“Does it matter?” Jay asks. He grins and shakes his head. “That little girl is still on your mind, huh? She must be something special.”
My balls are aching with want and I need to come. I silently will Jay to leave, but he doesn’t get the message, and his ass stays parked in that chair.
“She was the best piece of ass I ever had,” I say through clenched teeth. My hard cock is chafing uncomfortably against the material of my pants and I shift, hoping to relieve some of the agony. If only Jilly were here right now, I think. She could get on her knees and ... service me below my desk. Jay wouldn’t even have to know.
“She’s really stuck in your head, isn’t she?” Jay asks. He raises an eyebrow at me. I’m a captive audience – all I can do is nod.
“Yeah,” I say finally. “She is. I never thought sex could be exciting again, but I swear to god. I feel like a goddamned high school kid, getting his first taste of pussy.”
“I gotta get a piece of that,” Jay says. “She’s driving you crazy.”
“Yeah, well, I’m not sharing,” I tell him.
“Mase, we share everything,” Jay says. There’s an edge to his voice that wasn’t there before. “We always have.”
“We’ve always fought to share everything,” I say. “And there’s no way you’re getting a piece of that. You know she was a virgin before I fucked her?”
Jay chuckles easily. He crosses his arms across his broad chest and kicks a foot up on my desk.
“Women nowadays like to have more than one partner, Sherlock,” he says. “I bet I could teach her a thing or two.”
The idea of Jay having Jilly – my Jilly – send a jealous rush through my body.
Jealousy.
I haven’t felt it in years, not since I walked in on my wife screwing my brother.
And even then, it somehow wasn’t nearly as intense as I feel it now.
And she was my wife!
“Yeah, well, forget about it,” I say. My cock is still throbbing and I need to be alone. “And get out.”
“Aw, I’m hurt,” Jay says mockingly. He gets to his feet and grins at me. “But I can see that you need to be alone,” he adds, whistling under his breath. “Tell you what. You give me a call when that sweet young thing of yours starts working. I’ll ... see what I can do.”
He leaves before I can reply, and I huff in frustration.
Jay and I are so different in so many ways, except that we’re both driven. We’ve been practically raised to compete with each other – the two sons of two founding partners.
It’s no wonder he wants to possess my sweet little girl, too.
But there’s no way in hell I want him touching her.
Chapter 7
Jilly
I’m sitting on the couch with my laptop the next day, reading everything I can about SMX and Mason Rhodes, when my phone buzzes beside me. It’s a number I don’t recognize – and normally, I have a rule about always letting those calls go to voicemail – an
d I answer with trepidation.
“This is Jilly Harmon, may I ask who is calling?”
“Hi, Jilly! This is Eva, from SMX Investments,” a woman replies. She’s so perky and upbeat that my heart leaps into my throat.
Is she going to call me a slut and tell me that she knows everything about Mason? Do they have security footage, oh my god, I’m totally freaking out, and—
“Jilly? Are you still there?”
“Hi,” I say nervously before swallowing. “I’m sorry, I think my connection dropped for a second.”
“I’m calling to offer you the position of Administrative Assistant I,” Eva continues. “You’ll be working for a group of traders in one of our star programs, the Preservation and Growth Fund.”
“Oh my gosh,” I say quickly. “Are you kidding?”
Eva laughs nervously. “Of course not,” she says. “We were very impressed with your interview. Normally, we like to meet with candidates more than once, just to make sure that we’re a good fit, but you came very highly recommended.”
Immediately, Mason’s face pops into my mind.
“I’d love to accept,” I say. “I mean, I do. I accept.”
“Great!” Eva says. “We’re hoping that you can start Monday of next week, if that works for you. You’ll have a few days of onboarding and training, and then you’ll get right to it.” She keeps talking – going over benefits and plans and 401ks and all the stuff that I know I’m supposed to be taking notes on, but my head is in a fog.
I got the job.
After fucking Mason Rhodes.
I can’t believe it. And I can’t help but wonder if that’s why I got it.
“Jilly? Can you hear me?” Eva asks, and I flush.
“Yes, of course,” I say quickly. “I’m sorry, I’m just so happy, and this is almost overwhelming.”
Eva laughs. “I understand,” she says. “I’m the head of Human Resources, just to let you know. We’ll be meeting at some point during your orientation, and I look forward to meeting the woman who impressed our team so much.”
Our team?