Scandalous: A Filthy Office Romance

by Lola Darling

  His voice is so low and commanding that it makes me want to drop to my knees right here, do whatever he orders from me. I want him to order me, now. So I toss my long blonde curls to one side, my head tilted coyly. “I don’t suppose you’ll go easy on me for pleading guilty?”

  “I could…” he muses, drawing his finger around to brush the inside of my thighs. Oh god. “On the other hand, we could make an example of you. You need to be punished.”

  My heart pounds with desire. Yes. I reach out to grab him then, to return the favor of his torturous hand on my thigh. But he slaps my ass hard with his other hand, suddenly, and I stifle a yelp, mostly from surprise. He catches my wrists and pins my hands to the counter, now, and I grin up at him. “I guess you’ll just have to do your worst, Your Honor,” I purr, my smile widening.

  “I’ll give you your choice of punishment.” He squeezes my ass hard, right where he just spanked, and I gasp again in spite of myself, my eyes fluttering half-closed. “We could give you a good hard spanking.”

  “Tempting,” I reply, and he half-drags me off the counter to slap my ass cheek again for good measure.

  “I wasn’t finished.”

  I bat my eyelashes. “Yes, Your Honor?”

  He pulls me the rest of the way off the counter, bends over me, his lips tantalizingly close, just inches from mine, as we stand bare chest-to-chest, his pecs digging into my tits. “Or, we can put that sinful mouth of yours to work.”

  My heart rate practically triples at that. But I try to play it coy, pursing my mouth as though I’m thinking hard, debating. “That’s a hard choice, Your Honor,” I say slowly. As I do, I slide one leg around his, slowly lifting my calf against his, trailing my leg up his. “Both options have their … attractions.”

  He smiles down at me, slow and predatory. That expression alone makes me want to surrender right here to whatever this man wants to do to me.

  “I have been working on my oratory skills.” I lift one eyebrow and flutter my lashes again.

  “On your knees, Miss MacIntyre. I want to feel those bee-stung lips around my cock.”

  Oh my God. I drop to my knees in front of him, already reaching for the zipper of his jeans. I can already see the outline of his hard cock through the fabric, and I want to taste him, make him come hard down my throat, make him lose control just like he does to me.

  “Ah ah.” He catches my hands in his. “Hands behind your back, Miss MacIntyre.”

  I fold them behind me, another thrill of anticipation tingling down my spine. I peer up at him from beneath my lashes, my expression sly. “Don’t go easy on me, Your Honor.”

  He unzips himself, draws his thick, solid cock from his boxers with one hand and runs his other hand through my hair before grabbing a fistful of my curls roughly and pulling my face toward his cock. “Oh, I don’t intend to.”

  I part my mouth to reply, and he pushes the tip of his cock into my mouth. Automatically, I open wider, flicking my tongue against his tip as he presses farther into my mouth. He goes slow at first, inching deeper and deeper as I force my mouth wider, my lips curled around his shaft, my tongue working against his solid girth. He tastes exactly the way he smells, entirely himself, a heady, intoxicating flavor that makes me wet with desire.

  “Suck me, you dirty little girl.” He tightens his fists in my hair, both hands now, and holds my face in place as he eases farther in. He touches the back of my throat, and I fight the reflex to gag, force my throat open wider to take him in, swallowing once, twice when I feel him twich and buck his hips further into my face. “Fuck, Chloe, right there.”

  I want all of him, every inch.

  He draws away, his hips rocking away from me, then slides back in, faster this time, deeper. I wrap my tongue around him, press into him as he slides in and out, flicking across his tip whenever he pulls back, and I’m rewarded by faint groans from him as I do.

  I hit one spot in particular and he shouts, both fists clenching so hard it makes me wince, my eyes watering. And yet, the pain adds to the pleasure, knowing that I’m his, knowing he can use me for his pleasure however he desires, that he’ll take me any way he likes.

  “You’ve been a bad girl, Miss MacIntyre.”

  I moan, my mouth still full of his cock, and the vibration makes him twitch between my lips. I tighten my lips in response and suck harder, as he starts to pump his hips against me, faster, thrusting deeper.

  “You dirty, dirty girl,” he hisses as he fucks me faster still. “Fuck, Chlo, that mouth of yours is going to kill me.”

  I open my mouth fully now, taking every inch of him, as deep as I can. His balls slap against my chin as he thrusts into my mouth, and I can feel my throat muscles clenching and releasing around the tip of his cock. And the whole time I keep tonguing him as hard as I can, reveling in his groans and moans whenever I do.

  He fucks my throat, losing control. “Oh, fuck. I can’t … don’t stop, dirty girl,” he groans through his clenched teeth, and I clench my thighs together, desperately trying to stem my release. Is it possible to orgasm just from words alone?

  I lift my hands now, knowing he’s too lost to stop me. I grab his ass and pull him against my face, even as he uses his grip on my hair to thrust into me over and over. When he comes, it’s with a loud, desperate moan, spurting deep inside my throat. He continues to come as I lick and suck at him, taking every last drop, my tongue lapping at his still-hard shaft, sucking him dry.

  When I finally sit back on my heels, his legs seem to go weak. He drops to his knees in front of me, pulls me against him for a deep kiss, his tongue exploring the space his cock just claimed.

  When we break apart, both of us panting, he squeezes my ass hard, a promise of the rest of the night yet to come, his mouth inching down my neck and leaving sharp little bites the whole way down.

  “I cannot get enough of you, Chloe MacIntyre.”

  I grin and pull his face up to mine, kissing his lips, his cheek, his jawline, down his throat. “Nor I you, Max Davis,” I whisper against his ear. And for the first time since I can’t remember, everything feels right in the world.

  28

  Max

  The next two weeks pass in a blur. There’s case work all day every day, and sometimes extra work to take home. But home has become half the time at my place and half the time at Chloe’s. Taking work back from the office becomes a lot more enjoyable when you can take breaks between work to distract your partner in increasingly more creative ways. My personal favorite lately is when Chloe whipped out a blindfold and lead me into her bedroom, only to shove me against the door while she knelt in front of me and undid my dress pants, leaving my shirt on, and my hands free to grip her hair as she pulled my cock free, licking every inch of me.

  But then again, that might just be my favorite because it was last night. So far every night has been better than the last, even the one night when we were both so spent that we just collapsed in each other’s arms on my comfy but definitely not stylish couch, and woke up at dawn all tangled up in each other.

  I can’t get enough of this woman.

  The rumors have started to percolate at work, but so far we’ve managed to stave them off. We don’t arrive together, or if we do, I dart off to fetch us both coffee before meeting back in her office, so not too many people see us come in hand-in-hand.

  Eventually, we know, the cat will get out of the bag. But we’ll face that bridge when we come to it. For now, we’re just enjoying the journey.

  But now, this morning, we have our first huge hurdle to face together.

  Suzie Steel’s trial.

  “You ready?” Chloe asks me as we pause outside the courtroom, notes stacked in our briefcases, both of us dressed to the nines.

  “Always. You?” I cast her a sideways smile, the private one I only reserve for her. I reach up to brush a stray hair from her forehead in a simple, smooth motion. The last time I’ll be able to touch her for the next five hours, after we enter the court. That alone is mor
e torturous than this whole case put together.

  But her wide, relaxed smile puts me at ease. Much as it will pain me to keep my hands off of her for now, I know we’ll always have later tonight to look forward to. “As long as I’ve got you with me, we can’t lose,” she murmurs.

  Then the doors open and we stride into the courtroom side-by-side, an unstoppable team.

  Suzie’s already waiting for us, and her eyes flash between us in appreciation. We haven’t told her anything either, but I’m pretty sure she’s picked up on our vibes by now, given how often we’ve met this last week, doing our final prep.

  Besides, Suzie always had an inkling something was possible between us. Probably before Chloe or I even noticed it ourselves.

  “You two look awfully fine together,” Suzie murmurs under her breath as she shakes our hands. “A matched set.”

  “I wouldn’t say that,” I say as we fold ourselves into our chairs on either side of Suzie. “Chloe’s much too good-looking to match me.”

  Chloe shoots me a playful glare, even as Suzie swats my arm.

  “So you did finally notice, huh?” Suzie pumps my bicep once, painfully hard.

  “Finally?” I lift an eyebrow. “I always knew, I just didn’t want to expand Miss MacIntyre’s ego too painfully.”

  “Oh, sure, it’s my ego we need to worry about,” she hisses back across Suzie.

  “We?” Suzie interrupts.

  We both snap our mouths shut, but that does nothing to stave off our client’s knowing chuckle.

  Luckily, Chloe and I fare much better in court than we do in dodging Suzie’s laser-sharp sexual-tension-radar. We walk through the case with record ease. Or maybe it’s just that I’ve never walked through a case with Chloe before—watching her speak years earlier was impressive enough, but being on her team, knowing all the work and forethought she puts into her courtroom performance, that just makes it even more impressive to witness as she struts her stuff in front of the judge.

  We trade off, but I can’t help feeling her speeches are stronger than mine. Or maybe I’m just biased, because I can’t tear my eyes from her whenever she’s up there, on fire at the front of the room, denouncing the way this company has stolen our client’s brand, repurposed it for themselves, taken Suzie’s hard work and tried to profit off of it when they haven’t done an ounce of legwork to build a fitness empire like Suzie did.

  By the end of the long, long day, when everyone has started to droop in their seats, Chloe is still going strong, her eyes still alight with righteous indignation as she delivers our closing remarks on behalf of us both.

  I have to resist the overpowering urge to grab her hand when she finally returns to her seat. I want to tell her how amazing she is right here. But that will have to wait until the sentence has been delivered.

  The judge calls for a break, and we both turn toward Suzie, expecting that we’ll need to reassure her right now. Suzie, however, looks more relaxed than either one of us, leaning back in her seat, her hands folded behind her head.

  “I can’t lose,” she tells us when we ask how she’s holding up. “Not with both of you on my side. And working together as well as you do.” She flashes me a wink.

  I expect Chloe to retort, but she jumps a little in her seat, and then fishes in her briefcase to withdraw her phone. The screen lights up with a number, buzzing repeatedly. One glance at the screen makes her face pale, her normally confident expression slide right off her mouth.

  “What’s wrong?” I lean across Suzie to catch her eye.

  Chloe glances at me, swallows hard, her lips pressed into a thin line. “It’s the hospital,” she says. “Paul’s room.”

  “Answer it,” I tell her, firmly.

  “But … what if it’s not…” She sucks her lower lip between her teeth to worry at it.

  “Answer it, Chloe. You won’t be able to relax until you do.”

  We’ve heard updates on and off over the last couple of weeks from Paul’s son John and his wife Abbey, but nothing conclusive. Always just more of the same— they’re running tests, they don’t know yet when they can release him, they aren’t sure yet if he might relapse.

  Chloe closes her eyes as she taps on the screen and lifts the phone to her ear.

  Screw propriety. Screw the courtroom. I slide out of my seat and walk around the table to stand beside her, my hand resting lightly on her shoulder. Chloe lifts her hand to wrap her fingers around mine and squeeze so tight it almost hurts, as she tilts her head to listen to the person on the other line.

  I don’t know how long we stand like that. Luckily the judge’s recess is lasting quite a while, because she’s perched on the edge of her seat, her whole body held like a breath. I feel the same way, unable to relax or let go of the tension flooding me until I’m sure that Paul—and by extension, Chloe—will be okay.

  Finally, she lowers the phone with a soft, murmured, “Thanks for letting me know.” Her head bows as she taps on the screen to disconnect the call, and her fingers quiver in mine.

  My stomach clenches. Oh shit.

  “Chloe… ?”

  She finally lifts her head to meet my eye, and there are tears sparkling in hers. But a huge smile spreading across her face. “They’re releasing him today. He’s going to be okay.”

  Without thinking, I lift her out of her seat, wrap both arms around her as she half-laughs, half-almost cries in relief. The whole courtroom, or at least those who remained to sit through the recess, stare at us in confusion, but I don’t care.

  “I told you he was tough,” I whisper into the cloud of her crazy, flyaway blonde hair, and Chloe laughs against my chest, face buried in my shoulder.

  When she sucks in a deep breath again, I let her go, just in time for the judge to step back into the room. Thank you, she mouths at me as we slide back into our respective seats.

  “What the heck was that?” Suzie elbows me when I perch next to her again.

  “Long-awaited good news,” I reply. “Let’s hope it’s only the first set of good tidings today, though.”

  Luckily, the judge doesn’t make us all wait long after returning. “In the matter concerning Suzie Steel versus Brothers’ Court Fitness Company, creators of the Rotator, the court finds the defendant, Brothers’ Court Fitness Company…”

  I hold my breath. One glance across the bench at Chloe tells me she’s doing the same. Beneath the table, where she probably thinks that no one can see—and probably nobody can except me and maybe Suzie—she has both of her fingers crossed, and her hands clutched together like she’s praying.

  “Guilty of trademark infringement in the use of the slogan ‘Rub it in’ in their most recent television and radio commercial campaign.”

  All three of us let go the breaths we’d been holding as one. Suzie straight up high-fives Chloe, then slaps my ass above the court bench, not even bothering to wait to hear the judge finish reading the sentencing before her celebrations begin. I elbow her into silence as he finishes his speech, talking about the necessity of protecting unregistered trademarks for businesses like Suzie Steel’s fitness empire, where the brand may not necessarily be something you can register (like Suzie herself, who is, I have to agree, pretty unquantifiable), but when you don’t want to misrepresent to the customer what a brand creator does or doesn’t agree with (for example, the questionable safety of the Rotator as a fitness device).

  We stick around to finish the court proceedings, but as Chloe and I are clearing up to head out for the day—and looking forward to celebrating both of today’s wins later tonight, in her apartment, with the scented massage oil that I bought as a surprise for her—Suzie pauses beside the bench, both hands on her hips, in full-on sassy Suzie mode now.

  “So. Now that our case is done, can you two admit that you’re hooking up yet?”

  Chloe’s flush probably says it all, but I feel duty-bound to defend her honor.

  “That’s hardly something we can discuss with a client, Ms. Steel,” I respond, in my
best courtly-serious voice.

  “I suppose that’s the closest thing to confirmation I’ll ever get from a pair of lawyers, huh?” She smirks at us. “Would it be going too far to take credit for this one? Admit it, it was all the rubbing it in, wasn’t it.”

  Not gonna lie, I’m enjoying the neon shade of red that Chloe’s turning. I sling an arm around her shoulder and tug her against my side, in what I hope looks to most of the courtroom like a congratulatory embrace. Though, if I’m honest, I don’t really care what they all think. They’ll find out eventually anyway, if my gut feeling about this is right. And I have a pretty good instinct for being able to tell when something will work out.

  “We will forever be indebted to your workout videos,” I tell Suzie, straight-faced. You’d be surprised how flexible they’ve made us.”

  Suzie’s grin widens. “Well. Congratulations on waking up and smelling the pheromones, kids.”

  Chloe elbows me accidentally-on-purpose as she reaches out to shake Suzie’s hand. “Congratulations to you, too, Ms. Steel. What do you plan on doing now?”

  “Me? Oh, I’ve always got something up my sleeve, don’t you worry. Heck, maybe I’ll branch out of the fitness bizz and into the self-help sector.” She winks. “I’m getting pretty good at matchmaking.”

  Only when Suzie strides away from us, across the room to thank her loyal rubbers who turned out to speak on her behalf, do I realize that I still have my arm slung around Chloe’s shoulders. It feels so natural to touch her, I hardly notice.

  Reluctantly, I pull my arm away, back to my side. As I do, Chloe’s eyes flash toward mine. She’s smiling, too, brighter than I’ve ever seen her smile.

  “What about us?” I ask her in a low tone. “What do you think is over the horizon for us, MacIntyre?”

  She casts an eye around the courtroom before she answers, taking her time. “Well. I’d say if the way this case went is any indication, you and I make quite the team, Max Davis.” Her smile turns mischievous. “Assuming, of course, that you’re up to the task of courting me.”