by Alexa Riley
“Sure.” She picks up the papers and goes back to reading them.
I head to my office and am thankful Mark isn't there. I grab my purse then head out. I make a quick stop at the house to change, still annoyed that Mark asked me to wear something nicer. I know I have pants on, but they’re dressy.
I find a black sleeveless dress that falls to my knees. It hugs me at the top but flares out at the bottom. I have a jacket that goes with it so it doesn’t show too much skin. I slip my flats off and put on a pair of heels. I reach under my dress, pulling my panties off and putting them into my purse, coming up with an idea.
When I get to Dylan’s office I see his assistant Jonathan is typing away on his computer. He does all of Dylan’s paperwork because Dylan can’t stand it. You’d be surprised how much there is when it comes to construction. Dylan’s company started out as just light remodeling. Now he custom builds million-dollar homes. My man has come so far. I remember many nights staying up late with him, planning projects and doing the paperwork myself. It got to be too much with having newborn twins. When we finally found Marie, who was his assistant for the last five years, she was a godsend. But she moved across the country to be near her grandchildren and I still miss her like crazy.
“Mrs. Wallace,” Jonathan greets me. He’s always way too dressed up, in my opinion. Today he even has on a bow tie. You’d think he worked in a law firm or something. Not a place where men come in covered in dust and dirt half the time.
“Hi.” I give him a little wave before heading towards Dylan’s office.
“He’s not here, ma’am,” Jonathan says with a little hesitation in his voice.
I stop, turning to look at him before pulling out my cell phone. Jonathan might annoy the crap out of me, but he always has Dylan’s schedule marked down with everything.
“I don’t know where he is, ma’am,” he adds. Then he mutters something about my husband randomly disappearing. “Would you like me to pencil you in?”
“Pencil me in?” I roll my eyes at him. Turning back, I head for Dylan's office. I pull my panties out of my purse and toss them onto his desk before grabbing a pen and paper and leaving him a note.
Chapter 6
Dylan
“Shit, shit, shit,” I mumble, parking around the corner from my office and watching Emily walk out of my office. I know that look on her face. She’s pissed.
I panicked and didn’t know what to do. I was waiting in the parking lot of the library watching the cameras, but then I lost track of her. It wasn’t her normal lunch break, and I knew she packed her lunch. I even slipped a little note in there telling her how much I loved her.
But instead of her going to eat in the break room like she did before, she disappeared. It wasn’t until I got a text from Jonathan telling me my wife just showed up at my office that I realized she gave me the slip. I never knew my wife had spy capabilities, but I was wrong.
When I watch her drive away, I run in the office and find Jonathan at his desk keying in invoices. He jumps up in shock when he sees me walk in.
“Mr. Wallace, your wife just left. I’ve had to push several meetings. Are you in your office today?” The words tumble out of his mouth as he follows close on my heels.
I ignore him and march back to my office. I’d watched her through the window as she strutted back there, then she walked out. I want to know what she did.
When I walk in, I look around and see crumpled fabric on the desk.
“Well, since you’re here now, I could go ahead and get the conference call started and it could replace the meeting you were supposed to have this morning.”
“I’m not here,” I say, as I walk over to my desk and find what looks like a rumpled handkerchief.
“Obviously you’re here. I just need to go over some things, and you’re not answering your emails. With all due respect, this really this isn’t the time to slack off. I’ve got people calling all hours of the day begging for appointments with you. This could be an amazing opportunity to double your profits from last year.”
When I pick up the scrap of fabric, I know instantly what they are. “Jonathan,” I say through clenched teeth.
“Yes, Mr. Wallace?”
“With all due respect, get the fuck out of my office,” I say, balling up her panties in my fist and seeing the handwritten note under them.
I don’t hear his response. I just know he does as I ask when the handle on the door clicks closed.
“What are you up to, Emily?” I ask as I pick up the note and read what it says.
Thought you might be hungry… Looks like I was wrong.
I have to work late, but don’t worry, I got the sitter to get the boys.
Love, Emily.
PS Don’t worry about paying her. She said you gave her plenty last night.
I curse as I ball up the note. The sitter didn’t know what I was up to yesterday, so my cover isn’t blown. But she knows I wasn’t at home like I said I was. Damn it, I should have told her to keep quiet about the cash. I had no idea how much I gave her. I just stuffed some bills in her hand and prayed she didn’t stay to chat with Emily.
Glancing down at my hand, I see the now familiar pale pink cotton panties I’d slid up her legs this morning. Which means right this second, my wife has her bare pussy wet and ready for the taking.
I growl as I stuff her panties into my pocket and then nearly yank my office door off the hinges before I stomp down the hall. I’m in a cloud of anger as I barrel down the hall, but I know I need to say something to Jonathan so he doesn’t just quit on me.
“Mr. Wallace, I’m so sorry—” He jumps up and tries to apologize, but I cut him off when I hold my hand up for him to stop talking.
“I knew when I hired you that you were a go-getter. I like that you’ve got initiative and you want to see the company grow. But you need to simmer down a few pegs and take a breath.”
He nods and I’m glad he’s silent.
“It’s my own fault. My last assistant did everything for me, and I let her. We’ll get there, it’s just going to take some time. For now, I need you to keep showing my calendar as full, but I’m not coming to the office. I’ll let you know when things need to change, and they will. I can’t keep working long hours like I have been. The whole point to building all this is so I could have the time I needed with my family.”
I take a breath and rub a hand down my face.
“Can I trust you to handle this place until I can get back?”
“Yes, sir,” he tells me without hesitation.
I believe him. Even though, I kind of have to, he’s capable of running this whole business without me for longer than I care to think about. He’s a great asset to the company, and if he can do what he says, then I think there will be a lot of room for him to grow here.
I tell him as much, and he beams with pride as I walk out and wave goodbye to him over my shoulder.
When I hop in my truck, I pull Emily’s panties out of my pocket and bring them to my nose. The smell of her pussy drives me fucking crazy. She knew what she was doing by coming here and leaving these. She’s waving a red flag in front of a bull, and she damn well knows it.
She might as well be goddamn Cinderella running all over town missing these. Good thing for her, I’m the handsome prince who’s going to hunt her down and slip them on. And even better, I might just have to spank her ass for it while I do it.
Chapter 7
Dylan
When I pull up at the library, I tuck my aching cock away so I don’t scare whatever gray-haired old ladies they’ve got working here. I’ve got Emily’s panties tucked away safe in my front pocket of my jeans and I reach down in there every so often to touch them.
When I get inside I walk to the circular desk in the middle. Instead of what I predicted to be an old lady wearing a cardigan, it’s a woman about the same age as my wife. She’s got on a polka-dot dress and her hair is up in a bandana. She smiles at me when she sees me and walks over to where I’m standing.
“How can I help you today?” she asks.
“I’m looking for my wife. Emily Wallace.”
“Oh,” she says, her eyes going wide. She looks me up and down then picks up a phone. “She’s in the back. I’ll page her.”
She turns her back to me as she whispers something I don’t catch into the phone. When she’s finished she turns back around and gives me a giant smile.
“I’m Nancy. It’s so nice to meet you.”
“You too,” I say, trying to be polite.
What I really want to do is stomp to the back myself and find my goddamn wife. But this is her place of work and I don’t want to cause her any trouble. I’ve already got a list of grievances on this place a mile long, so I try to focus on the problem at hand.
I pace around a little, but Nancy doesn't take her eyes off me. After what feels like forever, my bride comes around a corner looking like she ran the whole way here.
“Dylan.” Her voice is cool and completely opposite to the way she looks.
She’s in the dress she bought for our date night we had a few months back. “Why are you wearing that?” I say a little too loudly.
Emily shushes me and takes me by the arm. She leads me down a hallway and to an office in the back of the building that I haven’t seen before. Michael didn’t put cameras in here, and I’m already thinking about how he needs to fix that. I don’t want a place in this building where I can’t see her.
“What are you doing here?” she hisses at me, and then pokes me in my chest. “You weren’t in your office today, where you were supposed to be. And what’s this I hear about the boys being with the sitter last night? Do you have anything you need to tell me, Wallace?”
I know she means business when she calls me by my last name. Shit. I look down at her in that dress and I start thinking back to the last time she had it on. I fucked her in the bathroom of the restaurant, unable to make it home before I had her. Damn, how long ago was that date night? Was that really the last time I took her out? Sure, I’ve made love to her since then, but I can’t recall the last time I made a special night for us.
“Dylan,” she prompts, and I can see the impatience in her eyes.
“You asked me if I was hungry,” I say, taking a prowling step towards her. I move slowly, and her eyes widen. “Button, you know I’m always starving for it.”
She takes a step back, holding her hands up and looking over her shoulder towards the door. “Dylan, we can’t. Not here.”
“I’ll fuck you anywhere I want,” I say, taking another step towards her. My heavy work boots are loud on the tile floor.
“This is where I work,” she says through gritted teeth. Her fists are clenched at her side, but she knows better than to tell me no. “You can’t come in here and be all…all…you.”
I press her body up against the door and kick her legs apart. “You laid down the gauntlet when you threw your panties on my desk and sassed out of my office. You knew exactly what you were doing. Don’t try to deny it.”
Her cheeks burn red, and I know I’m right.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she says, but she can’t meet my eyes now.
“Don’t you worry your pretty little head about what I’ve been up to,” I say, and she snaps her eyes up to mine. “You wanted a good dicking down, so you’re about to get it.”
“Oh god.” Her voice trembles as I kneel down in front of her and push up her dress.
“Hold it,” I say, and she grabs the material. “Running around all over town with not a scrap on the one thing that belongs to me.”
“Dylan, I didn’t—”
“You’re done talking. You said all you needed to on that note, practically begging for a fuck.” I lean forward and lick her pussy just how she likes it. “Cover your mouth up. I don’t want a sound.”
“Shit,” she hisses, and I watch as she takes one hand away from holding her dress and puts it over her mouth.
The sweet scent of her fills my lungs as I push her legs apart and run my tongue between her lower lips.
“Goddamn, it still tastes just like it did the night I popped your cherry.” I run my tongue back and forth across her clit. “I had no clue what I was doing back then. Just knew I wanted to bury my face in it and drink it dry.” I play with her clit a little more and her thighs try to close on me. I hold them tight so she can’t get away. “I was fumbling and trying to do what I thought felt good. I was a boy then. But not anymore. Now I’m your man, and I know exactly what this pussy wants.”
I look up and lock eyes with her as I lean forward and cover her with my mouth as I suck. Her eyes roll to the back of her head and I can taste her orgasm getting closer.
“You come in my office with a bare cunt again and I’ll bend you over my desk and paint your ass red,” I say, running my hand up the inside of her thigh before I push two thick fingers into her soaked pussy. “And if I find out you’ve been waving it around to everyone with not a stitch to cover it up, then I’ll make sure you don’t sit for a week.”
I rub that sweet spot inside her, knowing it’s the one place that drives her fucking wild. Her whimpers get louder as my rough, work-worn hands press against her tender little G-spot. It’s no match for me and what I’m demanding. I’ve had years of practice in how to make her body sing, and I’m a goddamn composer.
She cries out into her hand just as my tongue flicks against her clit. When I feel the warmth coat my fingers, I pull them out and lick them clean as I use my other hand to free my dick.
“Get on this and fuck me like you mean it,” I say, holding it out for her.
I grab her ass as she climbs up my body, just as desperate for the connection as I am. When I thrust home and I’m balls deep in her sweet honey, I push her back against the door and rut her like a prized mare.
“Goddamn, I love you, Button,” I groan, holding her tight.
“I love you, too,” she says, right before our mouths connect.
The taste of her and the smell of her combined has my big cock throbbing. It’s a tight fit and the way she’s squeezing me has my balls aching. Her thighs tighten around me and I keep kissing her to muffle her cries as she cums again on my shaft.
Every thick inch pulses with her, and I can’t hold back. I empty inside her, and just like always the connection restores us. The intimacy of what we do, even when it’s quick and dirty, with lots of dirty talk—it’s making love. Because there’s no one on this planet I love more than my wife, and I’m going to do a better job of making sure she knows it.
She giggles as I set her on her feet and pull her panties out of my pocket. “You didn’t tell me why you weren’t in your office,” she says as I hold the panties out for her and she steps into them.
“You didn’t tell me why you were all dressed up,” I say, raising an eyebrow at her.
She puts her hands on her hips, but all the aggravation from before has melted away and it’s more of a pose out of habit.
“Well?” I ask, waiting.
I tuck my cock back into my jeans and she rolls her eyes.
“I have to work late, and there’s some party across the street I have to go to. Some donors to the library are going to be there.” She walks up to me and puts her hands on my chest. “I’d rather be at home with my guys.”
“Then quit,” I say, but I can see that was the wrong answer.
She steps back, and suddenly the cold look from earlier is back. “It’s my job, Dylan. I can’t just quit. Besides, don’t you have something on your schedule to get to?”
Right when I open my mouth to respond, there’s a knock on the door.
“Emily? You in there? Sorry to bother you guys, but Mark has a question about a shipment,” Nancy says from the other side of the door.
I growl at the name. Mark. I didn’t get a chance to talk about him with Emily yet, and I can see I’m not about to get the opportunity.
“Yeah, be right out,” Emily says and then looks at me.
Her eyes soften a little as she comes back into my arms. “We’ll talk about this when I get home.”
“Okay, Button,” I say, unable to stay mad.
I know I’m just going to go outside to my truck to watch her from the cameras, but it’s not the same. I want her in my arms all the time. So instead of fighting, I hug her back and kiss the top of her head.
Chapter 8
Emily
Nancy hands me a giant stack of folders. I take them, putting them onto my already overflowing desk. Clutter always drives me crazy. I hate having a mess around. You would think I might be used to it living with three boys, but I’ve trained them well.
“You’ve been holding out, girl.” Nancy smiles down at me. “That husband of yours.” She wiggles her perfect eyebrows as she leans up against the door frame.
“I know.” I shake my head.
My husband is hot. I stopped letting it bother me a long time ago that others notice him. Probably because he doesn't even notice it himself. His attention is always on me and our boys. I’m not sure he knows how good looking he really is. He pretty much rolls out of bed and throws on a shirt and jeans. He’s naturally fit from all the hands-on work he does. He’s always trying to get out of his office, preferring to be on the job site.
He has a natural ruggedness to him. He isn't even trying to be hot, but he’s pretty drool-worthy. The attention he would get from women used to annoy me. Then I realized Dylan is so focused on no guys looking at me that I’m not sure he knows other women exist.
“He was so possessive. You should have seen his face when he came in here looking for you. I can see now why you were sure he isn't cheating. That man has one focus.” She says it dreamily and I smile even bigger. I know I’m lucky.
I glance at the pile of folders Nancy handed me, and I wonder if I’ll be able to knock them out before we have to leave for the event tonight. This job is turning out to be a lot more to take on than I was hoping for. I wanted to do something that was helpful but didn’t take up all my time. I thought at the library I would be dealing with finding and putting books away. Maybe even getting to read to some of the kids who came in. But from what I can tell there don't seem to be many activities happening here. I thought about bringing that up but got scared more stuff might be piled on my already full plate. I’ve gone from having too much time on my hands to not having enough.