by Jessica Wood
I hadn’t seen Blair since that day at the meeting over two weeks ago. She hadn’t contacted me except for a few short emails with instructions about the draft contracts. But they were nothing like the emails she’d sent before. They were all business. No flirtation. No sarcasm. No innuendos.
Why the fuck does it matter? Go fuck another girl! I groaned with frustration as these thoughts ran through my head. I could not believe it’d been two whole weeks since I’d gotten laid. By choice!
Ever since I found out who Blair was, I hadn’t been able to get her out of my head. And what was worse was that I hadn’t wanted to fuck another girl since. She plagued my every thought, my every action, my every fiber. And the longer I’d gone without talking to her, the harder it was for me to think about anything else but her.
Out of frustration and desperation, I sent her an email.
To: B. Parker
From: Ben Chase
Re: Halloween
Ms. Parker,
I hope to see you at tonight’s Halloween party the firm is throwing. You always struck me as a client who works hard and plays hard.
Also, I want to remind you of the promise I made you after the meeting two weeks ago. You may not know this, but I am always a man of my word. You should be prepared for that.
Coffee Drinker
Associate
William & Sutter LLP.
She responded within seconds after I sent off the email.
To: Ben Chase
From: B. Parker
Re: Clear Do-Not-Cross Line
Mr. Chase:
Knowing that you plan to keep your promise leaves me no choice but to not attend this event. I must apologize if I’ve ever led you to believe I wanted to try some new coffee. Let me set the record straight. I. DO. NOT.
Please treat me like any client. Going forward, Trent will be your main contact person on this case. I will make him aware of this change first thing tomorrow morning. Direct any future emails to him.
B. Parker
Acting Vice President
Parker, Inc.
“What the fuck is going on?” My chest tightened as I read her email. I had no idea why she’d become so cold. Had I read all the signs wrong? I thought back to our interactions and email exchanges. She had clearly been flirtatious. She had teased me the entire time. And she was drenching wet against your hands. My cock stiffened at the memory of my thumbs soaking wet with her juices with only a thin layer of fabric separating them from her pussy.
But now she wasn’t going to show up to the party because she wanted to avoid me. Now she was handing me over to Trent. Now she wanted nothing to do with me.
I felt a sharp pain radiate through my chest at the idea of never seeing her again.
“Stop it, Ben!” I tried to shake her out of my mind. Why do I even care? I wondered. She means nothing to me! Just a fucking notch I can’t get. It’s time to fucking move on!
Is this what pussy-whipped status feels like? The thought crept into my head and it stopped me cold.
“Fuck no!” I grabbed my phone and dialed a number. “I’ll show her just how much I don’t fucking care about her!”
***
“You make a fucking hot Superman.” Veronica grabbed my ass as we got out of the cab in front of Hotel W where the firm-sponsored Halloween party was being held.
“And you know what I do to pussy cats, don’t you?” I flashed her a dangerous smile as my eyes devoured her skin-tight Catwoman outfit that hugged every inch of her body.
“What?” She eyed me with lust.
“I eat them out and fuck them hard until they’re purring for more.”
She gasped as I ran my fingers across her pussy.
When we walked into the hotel ballroom, Veronica’s eyes lit up as she took in the entire room. “Wow, this is such a glamorous party!” She grabbed a flute of red-colored champagne from the table. “Cool! They think of everything!”
She handed me a glass. “Want one?”
“Sure.” I grabbed the glass and threw it back.
She giggled. “Slow down. That’s champagne. You’re not suppose to drink it like it’s a shot, silly.”
“Right,” I mumbled. As much as I wanted to believe that I was having fun with this blonde, I knew that I wasn’t. I was in a foul mood, and I knew that no amount of alcohol or Veronicas were going to fix that.
“Oh my God,” I heard her shriek, “look at that girl! Her Cleopatra outfit is gorgeous.”
I had no interest in what Veronica was gushing over, but I needed to get laid tonight, so I followed her gaze to the girl she had point out.
My body froze the second I saw her. “I can’t fucking believe it.”
“What?” Veronica gave me a confused look.
“Nothing.” I took a deep breath as I offered my arm to Veronica, who beamed up at me.
I looked over at Blair, dressed in a tight, jeweled Cleopatra ensemble that left very little to the imagination. My breathing quickened as my eyes took in her exposed, toned mid-section. She looked more stunning than I remembered, and I couldn’t believe she’d actually come to this party. What does this mean?
I knew I needed that question answered. “I know her.”
Veronica looked at me in surprise. “You do?”
I laughed. “This is my firm’s event. Yes, she’s a client of mine.”
“Oh.” I could sense the jealousy laced in her response.
“Come on, let’s say hi.”
“Okay. Sure.” She followed me reluctantly toward Blair.
“Hi, Ms. Parker. You look quite stunning tonight.”
Blair looked over at us in response to her name. When she saw that it was me, I saw a flash of something in her eyes. But it immediately disappeared.
“Hi, Mr. Chase. Thank you for the compliment. I see you brought a date.” Blair flashed a megawatt smile at Veronica.
“Hi, I’m Veronica.”
“I’m Blair. It’s very nice to meet you. I didn’t know Mr. Chase had a girlfriend.” She emphasized the word girlfriend and for a moment, it was almost as if she was jealous.
“She’s not my girlfriend,” I immediately snapped. I wasn’t sure why I flinched involuntarily at that word. I saw a look of triumph in Blair’s expression at my comment. I could also tell that the blonde was upset and threatened by Blair, who was by far the most gorgeous woman at the party tonight. But I knew I had to keep my composure. I couldn’t let Blair see the effect she had on me. After her email earlier today, I couldn’t let her think she had any hold on me.
“Well, what I meant to say was, we haven’t exactly talked about titles yet. We’ve been having way too much fun.” I slid my hand around Veronica’s waist and pulled her closer to me. She gladly stepped into the role of being my titleless girlfriend as she leaned into my chest and smiled at Blair. And to add insult to injury, I added, “In fact, this was the blonde I was telling you about in one of my emails to you a few weeks ago.”
I immediately saw Blair’s calm expression falter for a brief moment.
Apparently Veronica did, too, and seized this opportunity. She looked up at me with a giggle. “You know what?”
I wasn’t sure what she was doing but decided to play along. “What, sweetie?”
“You’re so right, Ben. Blondes have way more fun.”
I snickered as Veronica ran her fingers down my exposed chest as she shot Blair a taunting smile. I loved it when women made each other jealous because of me.
This will teach Blair. She shouldn’t have rejected my advances before.
But to my surprise, Blair’s calm expression returned. She gave a snort and took a challenging step toward us.
“Blondes may have more fun, but I heard brunettes make for better lovers.”
The blonde glared at her and huffed. “Says who?”
Blair’s alluringly supple lips curled into a teasing smirk. “All my lovers.”
Her retort blindsided me. She was a firecracker and as much as I w
anted to deny it, I wanted her more than ever.
“Hey, Veronica. Do you mind grabbing some more champagne for us? I need to talk to Ms. Parker about a work matter.”
Veronica saw through my lie and glared at me. “Fine. I’ll leave you two alone. Don’t mind me, there are plenty of hot, rich men here for me to choose from.”
We watched her storm off.
“Well, looks like you made your girlfriend upset, Mr. Chase,” Blair taunted me.
I wasn’t sure what it was—whether it was her use of the word “girlfriend” or whether it was her calling Veronica my girlfriend, but at that moment, I snapped. I couldn’t take it anymore, and grabbed her arm. “Come with me!”
“What are you doing?” she hissed but made no effort to resist. Instead she followed me as I lead us out of the ballroom and into a secluded hallway in the hotel. “Why are we here?” she demanded.
I backed her up against the wall. “Because I need you!” I growled in a deep, ragged voice.
“We can’t…” she insisted.
“Why the hell not?” I shot back. I felt her hot breath against my face, her chest heaved in anticipation of our close proximity.
“Because I’m not interested,” she whispered flatly and turned to avoid my eyes.
“You’re a fucking liar! Do you honestly want to me to believe that you’re not interested in me when all those emails and all our interactions suggest otherwise?”
“Don’t flatter yourself,” she spat.
“I’m not. I’m just telling it like I see it. You let me seduce you at the grocery store and at the coffee shop when you knew all along who I was. You let me get you so wet with my hands in that conference room without any protest. And I’m sure you’d let me fuck you hard on that conference room table if I hadn’t left you there panting for more.”
When I looked into her deep emerald eyes, they were wild and crazed, and I knew she was turned on.
“I need you to tell me the truth for a change, Blair.” I pinned her against the wall with my body. “Just hypothetically, if you weren’t my client, and I wasn’t your lawyer, would you fuck me?”
“Please, Ben. I…” Her breaths were short as her chest heaved up and down.
“Answer me, goddamnit! If we had no professional relationship with each other, and you saw me with that blonde tonight, would you let me take her up to the hotel room I booked and fuck her? Or would you want me to fuck you instead?”
She gasped at my boldness, but I knew I was turning her on more and more by the second. Her body writhed against mine as she felt my erection push hard against her stomach.
“Answer me!”
“You really want to know?” she challenged.
“Yes, lay it on me.”
To my surprise, she pulled me closer to her body as she arched forward, causing me to groan in pleasure as her body rubbed against my throbbing cock. “Okay,” she leaned up to my ear and whispered. “Just hypothetically, that blonde can probably fuck you good.” She teased my earlobe with her tongue and I could feel her hot breath against my ear. “But I can fuck you better.”
My cock went hard at her words. A wicked smile spread across her lips as she pushed me away and turned to walk away.
I quickly recovered from my shock and pulled her back up against the wall. “No!”
Before she could push me away again, I pressed my mouth onto hers and tasted her sweet lips for the first time. A whimper escaped her as I began to nibble and lick her bottom lip.
She ran her nails across my back. “We can’t do this,” she begged as my finger traced the contours of her exposed collarbone. She tightened her grip on me and arched her back, her breasts heaving as she pulled me closer to her.
“You’re telling me no, but your actions are all telling me yes.”
I secured her wrists above her head in a vise-like grip, causing her to gasp in surprise. I grabbed her waist and pulled her toward me, pressing the full length of my body up against her so she could feel how much I’d been ready for her. She gasped in surprise as I moved my rock-hard erection between her inner thighs. My hand moved down her body and in between her legs.
“Stop,” she whispered. “We shouldn’t be doing this.”
I knew she was conflicted, as much as I was conflicted. I knew I could lose my job if I fucked her. But at this moment, I didn’t care. I wanted her, and I would give up everything to have her. She was a thirst I had to quench.
I pushed aside her panties, exposing the heat of her pussy on my hand. “Do you really want me to stop?” I taunted her as I inserted two fingers an inch inside her.
She let out a cry of pleasure as she involuntarily arched herself against me, pushing my fingers deeper inside her.
I smiled. “I didn’t think so.” I leaned down and whispered in her ear. “I’m going to keep torturing you like this, and every time you’re about to come, I’ll stop. I won’t let you come until I hear one thing.”
Instead of asking me to stop, her eyes were wild and desperate and I knew she wanted this just as much as I did. “What one thing?” she finally gasped.
“I want to hear you say you want me to fuck you tonight.”
“Please, we can’t…” she whimpered. “This is so unethical. I’m your client.”
But her body failed her again as her pussy clenched onto my fingers for dear life, begging for more.
I leaned down against her ear and whispered in a deep, hoarse voice, “Fuck ethics. We can. And we will.” My cock throbbed painfully as it hungered to be deep inside her wet, silky warmth, and I knew I couldn’t control myself any longer.
“Fuck, baby. I need you now.” I pulled down my pants and guided Blair’s hand to my cock. She gasped when she felt how hard I’d grown for her. “Now tell me what I want to hear,” I demanded as my fingers plunged deeper inside her pussy.
She cried out and nodded frantically. “Fuck me, Ben! I need you to fuck me!”
Without waiting a second longer, I took out a condom and slipped it on me. I lifted her up against the wall, spread her legs, and plunged my entire eight inches inside of her.
She screamed out in pleasure as her pussy tightened around me, causing me to throw my head back uncontrollably as bolts of excruciating pleasure rushed through me.
“Oh God, Ben!” she cried as I slid in and out of her, deeper with each thrust. After several minutes, I felt her pussy clench and quiver around me as she completely lost control and reached the apex of her orgasm. I continued to pound deep inside of her as waves of pleasure ignited every inch of my body, and with seconds, I reached my own release.
***
After our fun in the hallway, Blair and I moved into the hotel room and fucked another two times before passing out in each other’s arms.
I woke up the next morning with her passed out in my arms. To my surprise, I wasn’t annoyed, and I had no desire to push her off of me. Instead, the warmth of her soft body was nice and inviting. As I pulled her naked body closer to mine, I smiled. I fucking smiled.
I kissed her gently on the forehead, and for the first time in as long as I cared to remember, I wondered how life would be like with another person in it. I wondered what it’d be like to have her in my life.
Just then, I remembered something Damian had said a few weeks ago. “Bro, one of these days, when you least expect it, you’re going to fall for someone hard, and the next thing you know you’ll be making her breakfast in bed.”
As much as that comment had once scared me, at this very moment, it didn’t. Instead, I had a strong urge to make Blair breakfast in bed. Was Damian onto something? Then I realized that I’d been so alone in life that I didn’t even know the feeling of liking someone anymore. Were all these days of frustration and anxiety because I actually had feelings for this girl? Was it more than sex?
I slowly lifted Blair off my chest and got out of bed. Just as I was about to order room service for us, I received an email from Trent Parker, flagged “Urgent.”
F
rom: Trent Parker
To: Ben Chase, Esq.
Subject: Call Requested
Flagged: URGENT
Mr. Chase,
There’s a highly confidential and time-sensitive matter that I’d like to discuss with you over the phone. Please call me ASAP. 415-555-8129.
Trent
Trent Parker
Acting CEO
San Francisco, CA
I went to the bathroom to avoid waking Blair up and called Trent.
“This is Trent.” He picked up on the first ring.
“Hi, Mr. Parker. This is Ben Chase. I just saw your email.”
“Ben, I’m going to get straight to the point, okay?”
“Uh, sure. What is it?”
“I know, Ben.”
I heart stopped cold at his words.
“You don’t need to hide anything from me.”
“I—I’m not—” I stammered out.
“I know how you feel about my sister.”
How did he know? “You do?”
“Yes. I know you hate her.”
His words took me by surprise. “Hate her?”
“Yes, I’ve read some of your email exchanges with her. I know she was condescending to you. From your emails, it’s clear that you don’t like her.”
“No, that’s not the case. Really, Mr. Parker.”
“No need to be formal with, Ben. I asked you to call me because I need your help with something.”
“What is it?”
“Well, I’m not sure why, but I could tell Blair trusts you. And that is great. But at the end of day, I’m the CEO, and I have the power to give you everything you want at your firm.”
“What are you saying, Mr. Parker?”
“Call me, Trent, please.”
I remained silent for a few seconds, unsure of what exactly he wanted. “What are you trying to get at, Trent?”
“Ben, the less you know, the better. But trust me when I say, Blair is not fit to help me run Parker, Inc. I want to bring down my sister, and I think you’re just the man to help me with this job.”