by Amy Brent
“Careful what you wish for. Some of my tastes might be a bit much for you.” She collapsed forward, face-planting into a pillow.
I reached around and stroked her clit, rubbing a firm hand and holding the pressure against it. She cried out, and her pussy spasmed, milking my cock.
We were in a frenzy of passion when my phone rang, and I wasn’t going to stop until I had her good and soaked. The call would wait.
I leaned forward, hunched up inside her and cupped her breasts. She cried out, and I had forgotten how sore they’d been, but I massaged them, and she whimpered, the sound pushing me over the edge. My release shot hard and fast into her channel, and we worked each other good until the last spurt hit her depths.
We lay lazily in the bed, lounging against each other like nothing in the world could get us to move. Then my phone rang again, and I knew I better check it. Gemma turned over and reached for my phone and handed it to me.
“Looks like Dax,” she said, glancing at the screen.
“Yeah, I got to take this,” I answered the phone as she nestled down beside me, her cheek on my chest. “What is it, Dax?”
“It’s your love life coming back to haunt you. You remember Ashley, right?” His tone was less than amused, and I stiffened wondering what the woman had been up to.
“I told you to talk to her about the resignation, and I told you to go ahead and let her take it, so what’s the problem?” I turned over, rolling away from Gemma who had lifted her head as if she could hear.
“She’s run her mouth up here, for one. For two, it’s gotten back to a few of our investors who don’t appreciate scandal. Hayes Brinkley is asking questions. Wants to know where you’ve been and what you’re doing with his money. Apparently, Ashley told a few people you’re squandering on investigations into your competition,”
“What? That’s all bullshit. Is she terminated?” I had thought for sure she wouldn’t stick around, and I had no idea how petty and ruthless she would be about me and her not working out. She’d been upset about Gemma without any real evidence, and now she was going to try and make a stink for me.
“No, she’s refusing to budge. And she says that if you fire her without cause, she’s going to sue you for harassment and wrongful termination.”
“She’s the one who wanted to leave!”
“Well, Mary thinks that she only did that because she wanted you to beg her to stay and so when you didn’t show up, she lost her shit. You need to get down here and do some damage control. The investors want to talk, and I think Hayes is going to stop in later this afternoon.”
“He’s our top man, we could lose five of the others, and it does not matters as much as him.” I let out a long breath, and Gemma took my hand to calm me down.
I’d already promised Gemma the job, but only because I was so certain that Ashley was going to leave me in a pickle, and if I had to have a new designer, I knew I couldn’t get anyone better.
“I’ll be as soon as possible.” I hung up the phone.
“I want to go. I’ll stay in my office, but I want to grab my other tablet.” I knew I should make her stay home, but decided it was okay.
“We can’t be seen going in together, so you can go inside first, and I’ll follow shortly after.”
“What’s going on? Is there a problem?”
“Gemma, I don’t want you to be upset, but yes, there’s a big problem. Ashley is making a scene. It could get ugly, and my investors could pull out, putting my renovation work into the toilet.”
“Why would she do that?”
“The day we showed up at the house, we were messing around, and she told me how she felt about me. I told her that I wasn’t in the market for a heavy relationship and then when she saw you at my house, she assumed the worst of me and accused me of seducing a younger employee.”
“Me? But I’m a grown woman and—
I hated that she would have to defend herself because she was right. “Yes, you are a grown woman, but the investors, they don’t like scandal. They like their money going to their investments and not to pay some sexed up secretary who you’re spending more time with while the deal lags and drags.”
“But you’ve been working on it; very hard too. It’s not like it happened all the time. I’ll just quit, and that will take care of everything.”
“That might not be a bad idea. She’s trying to out me as a letch, and if she accuses me of something, like assault or harassment, Gemma, things could get ugly. I don’t want you in the middle. I’ll come clean, and we’ll announce our engagement to make things look perfectly planned, and then we’ll announce the pregnancy. I’ll have Dax help me spin it to our favor. No worries.”
She got up and went to the bathroom and came out brushing her hair. She began rummaging for something to wear, and I decided to do the same.
A half hour later, we were both in the office, and no one knew that we’d gone in together. Gemma went straight to her desk and combed through my messages and packed up the few things she had while I waited for Dax and called the front office and had them remove Gemma from her employment status effective immediately.
Gemma stuck her head in the door. “I’m going down the hall to see if I can find a decent pencil. Do you need anything?”
“No, thanks, baby. I’ll be with Dax if you come back and see the door closed.” She gave me a wink and headed out as Dax was heading in.
He didn’t even have the decency not to stare at her ass as she walked out. “You know that’s my pregnant girlfriend, right?”
“Yeah, and since you stole her away from me, I’m going to stare. Tits, ass, legs—you name it. I’m appreciating.”
“As long as you remember not to touch or tell me what you’re thinking, I’ll let it pass. But only if you tell me the Ashley issue is going to be resolved.”
“Eventually, but I wouldn’t hold my breath. She confides in Mary, of all people.”
“Great, if those two get to conspiring they can share stories about their time on their knees. Both willingly I might add.”
“Yeah, well, I just hope it doesn’t trickle down. I’ve tickled a few throats around here too, Mary’s included.” He let out a sigh. “Man, she was good with her tongue, did you ever—
“Not going there with you, friend. Not even if you drive and buy the gas.” I didn’t want to know how many women we’d shared unknowingly as long as that list didn’t include Gemma.
Dax leaned up and showed me his phone. The message on the screen was from Ashley, and it warned she was on her way to see me. A few seconds later, she walked in the door without a knock and looked as if she’d expected to see another woman.
“I see you’ve finally decided to show up for work.” She glanced to my bathroom and then crossed her arms in front.
“I hear you’ve done a lot of talking. You better make sure before you go running your mouth to whoever listens, that you’re telling the truth.”
“Are you going to deny that you’re fucking your secretary?” She gave me a smug grin.
“At the current moment, I have no secretary employed.” Dax looked up, and I met his eyes with a warning glare.
“I just saw her downstairs.” Ashley put her hand on her hip.
“She’s been ill. She’s here to collect her things. You can check with the front desk if you like. Now, about your employment status; didn’t you say that you’re going to resign?”
“I came to talk to you about it, yes, but you never showed.”
“I told you he had a family emergency.”
“My daughter, Lila, is expecting her first child.” I smiled proudly. “Not that it’s any of your concern. My private life is my business, Ashley. Just because I won’t make you a part of it, doesn’t mean you have the right to stir trouble.”
Ashley looked back over her shoulder as Gemma entered the office and took a seat at her desk. “Someone should tell the poor dear she’s no longer employed.”
“I believe you’re right. You’re
fired.”
“I beg your pardon? This project will go nowhere without my designs, and if you think I’ll give this up so freely, you’re crazy. I was willing to let bygones be bygones since you’ve terminated her employment—”
“She quit.” I corrected.
“I see. No matter. You can’t just fire me for no reason.”
“Oh, it’s not for no reason. You’ve clearly got a grudge against my family and me, and quite frankly, I don’t need your designs. As a matter of fact, please take them as a sign of gratitude and get out of my office.”
“Your investors are not going to be happy. I scouted the locations, and it’s taken me months working on them.”
“I’ll eat the cost of time and still come out ahead, and besides, it’s not like you’re irreplaceable; we’ve proven that.”
“You’re not getting away with this. I’ll get a lawyer.”
“Good, you can show them how you broke your contract. I’m sure they’ll tell you that you have no case.
Her icy stare caused me to smile, and she spun around and found Gemma standing in the doorway as she rushed out, slamming my door.
Dax slumped back in his seat. “So, wait. Lila’s pregnant too?”
Chapter 28
Gemma
I stood there listening to the woman and wanted to walk over and slap her face. I didn’t like anyone talking to him that way, and as she stormed out, I was glad I was going to have her job.
“She’s a pleasant one.” I let out a long breath as I walked into Whitt’s office and leaned against his desk. “Do you think she’s going to try a harassment suit?
Whitt shook his head. “She’ll calm down if she knows what good for her. Making false claims like that can land her in a lot of trouble.”
“But what about the investors? Won’t they be upset and pull out away from any scandals?” I thought for sure there would be more to it and I couldn’t help but feel a bit guilty.
“Well, they might, if I hadn’t chosen my investors wisely.” Him and Dax exchange a nod. “You see, Gemma. Most of them are not above reproach, especially when it comes to their affairs. I do have to watch Hayes Brinkley, but I figure when he gets here, I’ll take him to dinner to discuss things. I know he’s more reasonable when his belly is full.”
“Yeah, of lobster and steak.” Dax laughed.
Whitt joined in, and it was a welcome sound. “And don’t forget the wine.” I had a feeling they had a good story about Mr. Brinkley from their tone, and they seemed pretty confident that things were going to work out.
“You’re not worried anymore?” I narrowed my eyes.
He gave me a sideward glance. “Still not out of the water, but it’s not as bad. Besides, I’ve got a secret weapon.”
“What’s that?” asked Dax.
“Gemma. She’s going to be our new designer.” He patted my knee.
Dax let out a laugh that shook the walls. “You can’t let Ashley know that. She’s going to be livid, and I bet then she really would cross you.”
Whitt took my hand and pulled me closer. “That’s why you have to keep it quiet. At least until the investors seem pacified. Gemma will come to dinner with us, and I know my girl, she’ll make things all right.” He gave me a kiss, and Dax let out a breath.
“You always get the best girls.”
“I do, don’t I?” His bragging tone earned him a glare, and he chuckled and brought me close for a kiss and then looked up to Dax. “Gemma is the only girl for me now. You can have the rest.”
“That increases my chances,” Dax said with a laugh. “So are you two going to name your baby after me?”
Whitt and I exchanged a look. “No fucking way, man.”
Dax was clearly offended. “What’s that supposed to mean? I have a nice name.”
“Daxter? It’s like your parents couldn’t afford to buy an E.” I covered my mouth and laughed so hard my belly shook.
“Yeah, keep talking, Whittrock.” I turned my head to see Whitt’s eyes widen. “Ha! You thought no one would ever find out, huh? Your parents bought one too many surnames if you ask me.”
“How’d you find out?” Whitt gave him a nasty glare.
Dax brushed off his shoulders and then blew him a kiss. The two were fun to watch and often reminded me of overgrown kids. “There’s a copy of your birth certificate on file downstairs. I was dating the receptionist who let me peek.”
“Is there anyone in this office you two haven’t dated; one or the other?” I thought it was a legitimate question, but the two shook their heads, and Dax stood up and tried to keep the grin off his face.
“I’ll just leave you two love birds alone. Call me when Hayes arrives.” He went to the door and on his way out locked it earning a brisk laugh from Whitt.
“You’re not going to answer the question, are you?” I gave him a nudge, and he shook his head.
“It’s all in the past, Gemma. It doesn’t matter. I only want you.” He rested his chin on my shoulder and kissed my cheek.
I could feel his stubble graze my bare skin and it sent a wave of chills down my neck that tingled in all the right places. It seemed to grab his attention because his cock hardened pressing into my thigh a moment later and then he cupped my breast.
“I was just thinking of the first time I had you in here. You and those tight skirts. I wanted to put my cock in you from the first time you came in here. I’d wanted it so bad. You’d been the fantasy girl I couldn’t have.”
“Did you really think about me?” I reached down and stroked his hard length through his pants.
“Oh, yeah. I knew I wasn’t supposed to be having those thoughts about you, that you were like a daughter to me and that’s how it should stay. I’d watch you by the pool, with my cock just like this.” He nudged upward into me, his cock twitching in my hand. “And I’d go upstairs and rub my cock thinking about it. Fucking you in the kitchen that day, was a dream come true. And it wasn’t the first time I’d thought about slipping your little bikini aside and working my cock into you.” His words had me aching and hungry for him. I stood and slipped down my panties from beneath my little sundress I’d worn, and he lifted the cotton skirt up over my hips and leaned forward to taste me.
“I want it, Whitt. Please. One more time in the office before I go?” I knew we shouldn’t and that he was thinking the same thing, but he nodded and glanced at the door.
“You feel how hard it is, baby. There’s no going back from it now. I want to feel you around me, gripping me, milking my hot seed.” He stood behind me, kissing my neck and whispering the words into my ear. “Bend over the desk, Gemma.”
“Yes, sir. Mr. Porter.” I lay across the desk and rested my breasts against it as he unzipped his pants and stepped behind me, then he held me tight, gripping my ass cheeks as he thrust inside me. I wanted to cry out with pleasure, but I had to be quiet in the office, so I bit my bottom lip and braced for him, working my muscles so that I milked his cock with each thrust.
He worked me with relentless passion, and I endured until my release had me weak-kneed. Thankfully, I was hugging the desk, and his own release wasn’t far behind.
Just seconds after he pulled out and I dropped to my knees to take his load and gulp it down, the phone rang.
I nursed his head and licked and lapped at every little pearl of come that came as he answered the call.
“Whitt Porter.” He paused. “Hello, Mr. Brinkley. Yes, that’ll be great, I’ll see you then.” He hung up the phone. “Gemma.” He offered me a hand and helped me straighten my dress once his cock was put away.
“That was Hayes; we’re meeting him at the restaurant in twenty. Dax made arrangements, and so you should get ready to go.”
“Me? Am I going too? Isn’t he your largest investor?”
“Gemma, I told you. I know my investors. I know what and who I’m dealing with. So, get freshened up. No matter what happens, at least you’ll have a decent meal. I’m sure I just worked off a lot of calori
es.” He kissed my cheek, and I hurried into the bathroom and took care of myself.
Thirty minutes later, we entered the restaurant and approached a table with a gray-haired old man, and a woman that I could only assume was his daughter. Whitt walked up and offered his hand to the man before pulling out my chair.
“Whitt, long time, friend. We speak every day, but the last time I saw you, you didn’t have that many grays above the ears.” He turned to me, and his eyes lit. “Looks like the rumors I hear must be true.”
“Hayes, meet Gemma. Gemma, this is Hayes Brinkley and his wife, Kitten.” Kitten looked up from the table and offered her hand which was dripping with jewels. I did a double take. His wife?
“Kitten, you look stunning, as usual.” She gave him a warm smile and latched onto her husband’s arm.
“Looks like you’re doing quite well for yourself.” Hayes licked his lips and then kissed his wife’s cheek and whispered in her ear. Somehow, I got the feeling that he wanted to taste me and she was just the type to allow it as long as she could watch or participate. Maybe it was the way their eyes lingered, trailing down my body and causing a strange feeling in my mound.
“What’s this about a torrid affair. You know I love gossip,” said Kitten with a heavy accent. I had a feeling that wasn’t her real name.