I was in such a hurry to speak with Nicole that I hadn’t realized her office was on the street fronting the courthouse where the pre-trial hearing would be held in a week and a half. My cell phone vibrated in my spring jacket. Unlocking my eyes from his, I looked at the screen to discover he was calling me.
“Hi,” I answered.
The busy street seemed to move in slow motion as he gazed back at me. “Are you okay?” His voice calmed my thoughts. Closing my eyes, I bit down on my lip and shook my head at him. “Do you have to go back to the office?” Unable to locate my voice, I shook my head again. “There’s a town car approaching. Get in.”
My eyes opened to see a town car pull up across the street and stop before him. His driver held the umbrella out for him, waiting for him to get in, but his eyes were glued to mine. I looked up and down the busy street before darting across. I folded up my umbrella, hurried into the town car, and he followed.
“Hi,” he said, shifting closer to me. His sly smile made my heart race, my doubts and stress about the case now just a faint thought. I leaned forward and kissed his lips. Though I had kissed him plenty of times, this was the first time I had done it as a form of hello.
“Bad day?” he asked, lifting my chin so my eyes met his. Nodding up at him, he kissed my lips once more and pulled me closer, placing his arms around my shoulders. The car moved slowly through the city traffic.
“Bad week,” I finally said. His fresh linen scent captured my attention, and my arms wrapped around his waist, holding him tighter.
“You want to tell me about it?” His hand moved up and down my back. This was different for us—not sexual.
“Work related. I can’t talk to you about it,” I whispered, nuzzling my nose into his chest and inhaling his perfect scent.
“Fair enough.” He pulled me off his chest and cupped both his hands around my face. “How about you tell me why you’ve been ignoring me for the past few days.” He looked into my eyes for answers.
“It’s complicated.”
“Nothing about us is supposed to be complicated. I just want to see you without having to park in front of your house until you get home or harass you at your job.”
“See me or fuck me?” I pushed farther away. It was the wrong thing to say when he was trying to ask me about my day, but I needed to be serious. That was what we were—fuck buddies.
“Is it wrong if I say both?” He reached for my hand, pulling me back to him. His lips found my neck. “Come home with me?” I hated how his words had this power over me.
I felt my toes curl as his lips and tongue drew small circles on my skin. “Peyton …” I needed to resist him.
“You know I get what I want, Braelynn.” His hand reached around, pulling my hair so my neck was fully exposed to him. “Don’t make me beg.”
I let him claim my neck a little longer before I pulled away. “I can’t. Not today.”
“Can I buy you lunch at least?” He wrapped his arms around me again, holding me close.
“You know we can’t be together in public.”
“How about if we never leave the car? We can eat in here. Then can I buy you lunch?” His hands tickled my ribs until I laughed when I didn’t answer him.
“Yes!” I squealed.
After eating Gray’s Papaya in the back seat, I went back to work. Nicole had been honest, and it was exactly what I’d needed. My only way to get anything on Drew was to get Mackenzie to talk, but I needed to give her time. Hopefully she would reach out to me.
Hopefully.
I lost myself in the other cases Victoria had given me, and I didn’t even notice the carrier who walked up to my desk with an envelope near the end of the day.
“Ms. Wolf?”
Startled, I looked up at him. “Yes?”
“This is for you.” He handed me a sealed envelope. “I was also instructed to give you this.” He dropped his card on my desk. “If you need anything, please let me know.” He walked away from my cubicle, leaving me with the sealed envelope.
I slowly opened it, afraid that something might pop out. I pulled out a small flat box of edible, crotchless, gummy undies with a Post-it stuck to it. I pulled the note from it and hid the box.
My face flushed at the thought of wearing nothing but gummy undies. I took the carrier’s card and flipped it over.
Two could play this game. I secured my gummy undies in my desk drawer, grabbed an envelope, paper, and pen, then walked over to the ladies’ room. Removing my panties, I tucked them in the envelope and attached a note.
As I secured the envelope, I called Harold. Hopefully, Peyton would get it before he left work for the day. Though I knew I wouldn’t enjoy walking around with nothing on, I couldn’t help feeling aroused that my panties were on their way to Peyton.
Haas
Deep in case briefs, I had lost track of the time. Not seeing Braelynn for the last week had made me focus on work so I wouldn’t show up at her job and drag her away by her hair. When I saw her at lunch it had been the highlight of my week; she looked like a damsel in distress standing in the pouring rain, lost and confused, but she refused to let me spend more than an hour with her.
The knock on my door startled me. My mind instantly hoped it was Braelynn. I had no upcoming meetings on my schedule.
“Come in.”
The door slowly opened and in came Harold with an envelope in his hands. My interest piqued when I realized it wasn’t the same envelope I’d given him hours earlier.
“Sorry to bother you, Mr. Haas. Ms. Wolf asked me to give you this.” He handed me the package. I trusted Harold to keep whatever I gave him safe and knew he wouldn’t open anything.
“Thank you, Harold,” I said, tipping him for his services. “If I need you, I’ll call.”
The second my office door shut, I tore through the envelope. Her silk thong sat delicately folded with a note on top. Reading her words, I brought the silk to my nose; a hint of her body’s scent along with her perfumed body lotion lingered on the material.
“Fuck,” I cursed. She was walking around town completely bare under her skirt. Fuck, I want to be buried deep inside of her.
I pulled out my cell phone and dialed Harold, asking him to meet me at my place tonight. If she wanted to play, I was going to play. Assigning all of my casework to the associates, I left the office early on a mission to find something to send back to her.
Walking into my second bedroom, I headed over to the sex toys I’d purchased for Braelynn. I carefully selected a pocket vibrator from the bunch and placed it in a small box. If I wasn’t going to be the one giving her orgasms, I didn’t want any other guy doing it. Once I was back in my home office, I wrote a quick note before heading to the gym.
Working out was the only way to get her out of my mind. Another piece of ass would have been my first choice, but I couldn’t face the thought of getting aroused for another woman. Running full speed on the treadmill, leaving my frustration behind on the belt, I pushed further. The headphones connected to my phone blasted music matching my pace, and stride after stride I pushed. The music was suddenly cut off when an incoming call interrupted it.
Not looking down at the screen, I hit the talk button on the headphones. “Peyton Haas,” I spoke, keeping the pace going.
“Hey, Pey.” Her voice squeaked high when she said my name, the same way it did when we were kids.
“What do you want?” I hit the speed button to decrease the pace on the treadmill.
“Is that how you talk to your baby sister?”
Slowing to an almost-complete stop, I continued the conversation. “What’s up?”
“I’m coming to town in a few days. Will you be home this weekend?”
It had been almost a year since I last saw my kid sister. Once she moved to Los Angeles to manage MPR—my father’s public relations firm—her focus changed to more work and less play.
“I don’t have anything planned. You’re more than welcome to stay with me.” I hit t
he stop button before stepping off. “When are you coming?”
“Not sure yet. I have to see what Dev—” She stopped mid-sentence, but I’d heard enough.
“Who?” I barked, stopping dead in my tracks.
“Don’t act surprised. She’s my best friend, and I never get to see her since she moved to DC, so get over it. And to be honest, I don’t know why you put up a fight. Everyone knows you two are perfect for each other.”
“I’ll book you both a room at the Waldorf.”
“But—”
“But nothing. I don’t want her staying in my house. I’ll have dinner with you two, but that’s it.”
I heard her suck on her teeth before she answered. “Fine. Whatever.” I knew from years of experience that she was probably also rolling her eyes.
When I arrived early at work the next morning, Harold was waiting for me outside the building. He had another package in his hand. “Mornin’, Harold,” I said, approaching him. “Is that for me?”
“Yes, Mr. Haas, and she gave me strict instructions with this one.”
Taking a sip of my coffee, I looked at him, puzzled. “Oh?”
“Ms. Wolf asked for you to open this when you’re alone.” I nodded, handing him his payment, and took the package from him before I walked into the building. Melissa was waiting to go over my agenda for the day when I reached the main lobby.
“Walk with me, Melissa,” I stepped out of the elevator and headed straight for my office. The sooner I was done with my first morning meeting, the sooner I could open my package.
Setting my briefcase on the desk, I looked at her. Her brown eyes looked tired. “Are you feeling all right?” I asked, genuinely concerned for her well-being. Melissa had been a great assistant, not only at the office but in my personal life as well.
“Just feeling a bit under the weather. Nothing for you to worry about, Mr. Haas.”
Not wanting to pry any further, I began our daily routine. “What’s the game plan for today, then?” I asked, logging in to my computer.
“You have a busy schedule. You have a meeting with your mother’s organization this morning, followed by a staff meeting with all the senior associates. After that, you have a luncheon to attend with all the new candidates we’ve selected to hire after they’ve passed the bar. In the afternoon, you have a couple of meetings you need to attend … and Drew Seymour called.” She dragged out the last part.
Though I had tuned out most of what she’d said, imagining what Braelynn had sent me, his name caught my attention. “What did he want?”
“He’s coming in to see you this afternoon,” Melissa said, chewing on the tip of her pen. She seemed to be holding something back.
“Do you know what he wants?”
She shook her head. “No, but he seemed pissed.”
“I’ll deal with him. Anything else for today?”
“Nope, that’s it for today.” She handed me three folders. “These are for the meetings. Tomorrow you have to be in court. I’ll make sure one of the associates assigned to the case brings you up to speed. And last but not least, your sister called me last night. She’ll be here this Thursday morning. She’s asked me to book a suite at the Plaza for her.”
“Just give my sister whatever she wants, and make reservations somewhere for dinner Thursday night, please.”
“Sure thing, Mr. Haas.” Melissa left my office.
Once she was gone, I ripped through the package Harold had delivered. To my surprise there was no note—just a camera SD card and a single black button. Taking the button in my hand, I flipped it over a couple of times. It looked to be a coat button based on the size. I was connecting the SD card to the adapter in my laptop when my intercom buzzed.
“Mr. Haas, they’re waiting for you in the conference room.”
Pulling the SD card out of the adapter and sticking it in my pocket along with the button, I headed out toward the meeting.
Hours later, after what felt like endless pointless meetings, I still had the black button in my hand. Twirling it in between my fingers, I excused myself from the luncheon with the new hires. I needed to see what was on this SD card before it burned a hole in my pocket. I locked myself in my office, shoved the SD card into the adapter, and waited. The video player uploaded and I tapped the mouse for it to play, then quickly lowered the volume. The vibration was distinctive and loud—anyone passing by my office would know what it was.
I sat back on my leather chair, mesmerized by what was playing on the screen in front of me. The vibrator that I had given Braelynn was now wrapped around her delicate, small fingers. Her legs spread open wide for my viewing pleasure, and what I assumed to be a portable camera bounced a little as it shot her beautiful, pink pussy, which was now vibrating under her fingertips as she slid them up and down her core.
My cock hardened as I watched her slide the small vibrator along her opening and over her clit. Her moaning was softly audible in the background as her wet folds vibrated under her fingertips. She slid it up to her clit again, circling around her swollen bud, her moaning a high pitch as she hit her tender spot. Gliding it up and down faster, adding just the amount of pressure she needed, she continued to rub. She panted, her breath loud as she whimpered, gasping for air with each passing stroke. Pressing the vibrator against her swollen bud, she brought her other hand down, inserting two fingers deep inside herself.
Unable to look away from the screen, I leaned forward, raising the volume just loud enough so I could hear her orgasm as she vigorously rubbed the vibrator on her clit. Her voice was soft as she moaned my name. Her body shook, her thighs twitched, and her folds soaked with her arousal. She came apart and I watched her core pulse before my screen went black. The video ended.
I needed to see it again. This was the best mail I had ever received. As I pressed the play button, my office phone buzzed.
“Mr. Haas, they’re waiting for you to start in the conference room.”
I tugged the SD card out of my computer and locked it in my office drawer. Taking a deep breath, I dropped the key in my pocket, fixed my erection, and pulled out my cell phone. As I headed down the hallway, I texted Braelynn.
Me: That was cheating.
Braelynn Wolf: ;)
Walking into the conference room, I put my cell on the table and twirled the button in my fingers as I imagined the video. Regardless of what she had planned for this weekend, things were going to change. She was going to spend it with me.
Under me.
On top of me.
With me.
As I prepped for my next meeting with Drew, my phone beeped on my desk. I hoped it wasn’t another meeting notification and stacked the files on my desk. It beeped again. Two unread text messages from Braelynn.
Braelynn Wolf: Are you busy? I’m downstairs.
Braelynn Wolf: Bring the button.
Jumping out of my seat, I darted to the elevator, shouting back to Melissa to hold my calls as I pressed the button. The door slid open and I stepped in, hitting the lobby button multiple times.
When the door opened to the main floor, she walked right in before I could step out of the cart. Her perfume saturated the air, and she smiled at me as she hit the button for my floor. She cleared her throat before backing away into a corner. Rendered speechless, I watched as she pushed the camera above her head up so her corner was no longer in sight for security. Braelynn wore a long, cream-colored coat covering her perfect body. She raised her eyebrows at me, a mischievous grin on her face. Ascending to the top floor, her focus was only on me; her green eyes showed a whole lot more than her playful smile did.
“Braelynn,” I growled, walking toward her, my mind recalling her legs spread wide across my computer screen.
“Haas,” she replied breathlessly, holding on to the bars behind her.
“I liked your video.” Placing both of my hands on the wall, I caged her into the tight corner.
“Yeah?” She stared up at me as her teeth grazed her bottom lip.
“But I don’t understand the button.” I moved one arm to pull it out of my pocket, tossing it in the air for her to see. She pushed off the wall and, finding a small space to pass between the wall and me, hit the emergency button.
“Why don’t you rip the rest of them off?”
She walked back to me, lifting her neck as she tugged on the collar of her coat. Finding her corner again in the cage of my arms, her eyes had the same carnal want mine must have shown. Lifting my eyebrow at her, I pulled on her collar, bringing her closer to me.
“Yeah?” I questioned.
She nodded, biting down on her lower lip. Not second-guessing, I ripped her coat open. Buttons scattered all over the floor, but my gaze focused only on her exposed, nearly naked body. A black lace garter belt wrapped around her small waist, holding up her sheer stockings. Her breath caught in her throat when the buttons hit the floor. Unable to control myself, I pressed up against her.
“You don’t play fair, Lynn.” I cupped her breast, her nipple tightening under my thumb as I stroked it from side to side.
She leaned her head back, pushing her chest out. “Are you going to talk, or are you going to fuck me?”
She moaned when I pinched her nipple between my fingers. Her hands released the bars and reached for my zipper, pulling my ready cock out.
“Fuck,” I snarled, biting her neck. My hand slid down Braelynn’s body. I spread her lips; her succulent wet pussy was ready for me. I flicked her clit repeatedly until she was on the cusp of a climax and whimpering under my touch. Moving my hand, I wrapped it around her waist and lifted her so she could wrap her legs around me. I balanced her with one hand as I aligned my cock at her opening. Pushing inside of her, I brought her down to me. Her core wrapped around me, hugging my cock as her wet lips slid down farther on my shaft.
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