♥ Alice ♥
Nervousness hit Alice as she was already halfway towards Jason’s desk. It was then when she realized that she was in the big boss’s office, and that only reminded her of who Jason really was. With that in mind, she couldn’t stop her curious gaze from wandering.
The Grantham Global headquarters were nothing but a modern palace downtown, build from steel and glass. The first floor of the building had glass walls, exposing the interior to everyone, most of the upper levels where the same, but basically, because no one would be able to look inside. Not only because the glass was tinted, but also since it was towering above most of the other buildings.
Jason’s office was an interior-design master piece made of black granite, dark wood, black leather, and steel. Yet, despite these dark appearing materials, the large room still created a cozy atmosphere, which was equally intimidating.
Stepping inside Alice was instantly facing Jason, who was sitting in a large leather chair at an enormous vintage looking desk, that made her wonder, if this was his grandfather’s.
To her left all along the wall was a large open bookcase carrying old leather-bound books. There was an almost fragile looking table with an old lamp on it, in the corner towards the double door.
To her right she saw a leather sofa set around a low, glass couch table, that also appeared to be vintage, as well, but rather like he inherited that piece of furniture from his late father.
Noticing that she had almost stopped walking as she gaped at the interior, Alice briefly closed her eyes, shook her head, and continued walking towards Jason.
In any other situation, she would never have acted like this. Alice would have waited until it was time to leave until sucking in what she saw.
Embarrassment flushed her face as she handed over the envelope with the blank sheet in it, and barely managed to look at Jason, who appeared slightly amused.
Would she ever stop blushing around him?
As Jason took the envelope, he said nothing, and Alice wondered with what games his dirty mind would come up with now, having her standing here, in his office, with the two of them being the only ones on this floor, and maybe even those above and beneath them.
Did he want her to play along?
Was this the game he had already planned in his head?
Because, if not, why had he wanted her to come over?
“This is the paper, your assistant asked me to bring to you,” Alice heard herself say, almost feeling removed from her body, as she watched Jason’s reaction.
He cocked his right brow at her.
“The one, you forgot,” she added after he stayed silent, knowing that it would tease him, because Jason Jeremiah Grantham never forgot anything.
“It is?” Jason mused, leaning back into his seat, taking the envelope with him. “Have you looked at the paper, Miss Boise?”
Hearing him say her family name felt as if he touched her with a live wire, missing that he was setting a trap.
“Yes,” she answered honestly, and felt like she was struck a second time as Jason shook his head, seemingly disapproving, which didn’t make any sense.
The sheet had been empty and she always looked at the notes to determine whether she should archive them or have them destroyed. But then, Alice caught up.
“Oh,” she said, playing along, and tried not to grin, as she could imagine where this was heading. “I shouldn’t have?”
“No,” Jason responded and let out a long sigh, which expressed his disappointment. “And then there is the other vexation,” he added and got up from his seat.
For a moment Alice was worried that he wasn’t acting this time.
“Vexation?” She repeated, feeling how her heart started pounding, and it just became worse when Jason stepped around his desk and towards her.
Alice didn’t move, she didn’t dare to, she couldn’t. Jason stopped right next to her and leaned in towards her, whispering into her ear. “That the sight of you alone makes me want to fuck you. That vexation, Miss Boise.”
He could have plunged that dirty tongue of his right into the depth that was lying between her legs, her reaction wouldn’t have been any different.
The air got stuck in her throat, her mind was chaotic, and her pussy started throbbing, begging to be filled by his cock. And yet Alice didn’t want this game to end.
“But Sir!” She explained, acting choked.
“No, Miss Boise,” Jason straightened up again. “I can’t have you prancing around like this without consequences.”
“Consequences?” Alice echoed him once more, and although she already assumed the answer, her heart was still happily jumping in her chest.
“Bend over,” Jason suddenly ordered, his voice having an undertone she suddenly realized she had missed, telling her that resistance was futile “Hands on the table.”
She still hesitated.
“Miss Boise,” he now sounded icily, and it made her shiver in anticipation.
Obeying his command, she bend over from where she stood and placed her palms and lower arms on the desk, between his computer screen and his telephone.
Alice expected him to do what he had been planning to do, but instead, she could hear him walk away from her. Not certain whether she should turn around or not, she decided to stay right where she was. Her silent question was answered with the sound of the door’s bolt snapping into its counter piece.
It made her jump just a bit, and she hoped that Jason had seen it.
His act had brought down the walls Alice had carefully built and nursed throughout the day, so that she wouldn’t think about him fucking her on top of the meeting room’s long table in front of all the board members. And now, not only that dirty fantasy had returned, rendering her almost incapable of keeping control over her knees.
Alice’s briefs were soaked, and it was only her position that prevented the same from happening to her skirt.
She somehow managed to not jump as she suddenly felt Jason’s hands on her hips, as he stood behind her. Alice had been so lost in her thoughts that she hadn’t heard him.
Jason was silent again, and Alice had no clue what was in his mind at that moment, but she had a faint idea, since she wouldn’t mind him ripping off her clothes and fuck her brains out. Right here.
♦ Jason ♦
It would only take a moment, and it was all he needed to enjoy this view, and this position. It couldn’t happen again. This was a one-time-thing, because it was too risky. The longer he waited the chance lessened to be caught.
That was probably the only reason how he managed to ignore his rock-hard cock, and just look at Alice’s form from where he was standing.
Yes, he would need a replica of his office at the Alley. That was crystal clear now, or he would have it re-built in his penthouse apartment, although he didn’t want anything work-related there.
As Jason moved his hands to the zipper at the back of Alice’s pencil skirt, Jason felt like he was unwrapping a present. He could feel Alice’s tension beneath his hands and because of that he took his time undoing said zipper. After that, he tucked gently on the piece of clothing, until it dropped to the floor, pooling around her feet.
Alice was wearing a dark pantyhose and lilac-colored briefs that showed undeniably how she felt about him: it was drenched. Instinctively, he licked his lips, recalling her taste them.
With the same, tormenting patience, he brought his fingertips under her pantyhose and pulled it down. Slowly.
While he was brining that piece of clothing down to her knees, Jason was pondering if he should speak or take Alice by surprise, and chose the letter.
A small yelp accompanied the smack, which echoed through the huge room, as Jason brought his hand down on Alice’s buttock aiming lower on purpose. His fingers were moist as he brought them up to expect them.
“Look at that,” he murmured, loud enough for Alice to hear, who instantly responded with a tremble of her body.
How fucking much he l
oved that. He slapped her little cunt once more and Alice’s yelp changed into something lascivious. Jason brought down his hand once more, this time with more force and she moaned.
“Spread your legs,” he demanded and Alice obeyed, although she was a bit restricted by her pantyhose.
As his hand collided with her, he aimed for her clit, just to hear her whine, highly. But it was her aching her back, giving him even better access to her sensitive nub, that made Jason lick his lips again, and his cock throb in his pants. This time, it was him obeying her as he slapped her, making her twitch beneath her panties.
“Fuck,” Alice whispered, almost inaudibly.
Instantly, he slapped her again, making her buckle in front of him.
“What was that?” He barked, curious if she would go for the honest answer, or for the obedient one.
“Fuck, Sir,” Alice breathed out, speaking those two words loud and clear, and turned her head to look at him.
Her eyes were two dark emerald pools.
Fuck, indeed.
Leaning over, knowing that his suit pants would brush against her bare skin, he didn’t give her what she expected, but slid two fingers inside her, deeply. Once more, her reaction was instant and delicious.
“Say that again, Miss Boise” He whispered into her ear, demandingly, feeling what it did to her, when he used her family name.
Her body shivered, as her arousal increased. He knew she was fighting against it, even more so, after he twisted his hand and used this thumb to caress and torture her clit. Alice’s sounds were more than just music to him. They were pleas, begging him to stop, begging him to continue, pleading for him to make her his.
♥ Alice ♥
When it came to his hands, Jason was an artist. He wasn’t really giving her a choice as soon as his thumb had found her clit, which was her mind’s off switch. He was teasing her, tormenting her with stealing her composure, just to give it back to her, for her to hear her mate those primal noises.
It wasn’t fair.
Alice knew that he was painfully hard. Especially after her leaned more deeply into her and pressed his length against her left upper thigh. She was certain that he was just teasing her again, showing her what she did to him, without giving her the satisfaction of feeling him inside her. The frustration just added to her already unbearable need.
“Fuck. Me!” She responded to his demand.
Alice didn’t know what she expected, but it wasn’t him obeying her command. But it didn’t matter, not anymore. Not, when she felt Jason ripping down her briefs and then burying himself inside her with one violent thrust. He pushed her forward and made her lose her grip, plunging onto his desktop.
Suddenly, his hand wrapped around her stomach, lifted her up and carried her two steps forward, until she collided with the table. But that didn’t matter either.
For a split second, realization hit her like an ice spear to her body. He wasn’t wearing a condom. How could he?
His pants had been on as she told him to fuck her, and no man was that fast.
But her thoughts disintegrated as Jason started to move again, forceful, and fast. Sex with him had never felt that good. This was rough, almost painful, but it was pure lust and need for her. His fingertips dug into her skin and her upper body was now spread across his desk. She clung to the rim on either side as he fucked her, but if felt as if he was indeed claiming her.
It felt so different, as if her skin was being touched by stardust every time he dove into her, as if she orgasmed for a split second, every time he reached her center. Alice didn’t want him to stop, not ever. She didn’t want him to pull out either, but he had to, and as he did, it was almost painful. But Alice knew it had to be done. She was still in for a surprise.
♦ Jason ♦
Jason didn’t know how, but he pulled out, before they went down a road without return. It was the right thing to do. They barely knew each other, and he had no idea how Alice felt about that. It was a split-second decision and he was glad that his sanity had jumped in to save the day. But he wasn’t finished.
Grabbing Alice, he flung her around, pulled up her blouse and came onto her abdomen. He wasn’t the kind of guy who did that without knowing if his partner liked it or not. Judging Alice’s reaction, she seemed to think it was as hot as he thought.
Jason couldn’t quit say farewell to his new fantasy of getting her pregnant.
It was a strange thought to him, but seeing his cum on her body, he wasn’t able to stop his own imagination. But there was still one thing to do.
Going onto his knees, Jason didn’t hesitate and flicked his tongue across Alice’s clit and her loud moan confirmed that she was still ready to come for him.
Not wanting to ruin this experience for her, he instantly started to suck on her swollen flesh and added two fingers, which he pushed into her. Her sounds were his encouragement and Jason quickly added another finger, starting to move his hand and the fingers that were inside her.
It didn’t take long for Alice to clench around his hand violently, and her body buckled against his mouth. Jason wouldn’t stop. She would have to beg for it. And she didn’t realize that until she was about to come a third time.
“Stop, please!” Alice hissed hoarsely, trying to not make a suspicious sound.
Her hand dung into his hair, as she attempted to push him away from her tortured body, but instead she just held on to him.
“Jason!” Alice begged, and never had she spoken his name more beautifully.
However, it wasn’t the right word still.
As Alice came a fourth time her entire body was taken by tremors. Jason blamed it on the fourth finger inside her. She could barely breathe, but she managed to utter one tiny word.
“Red!”
Jason retreated and Alice collapsed on top of his desk. Slowly, he got up and brought his clothes back in order, all the while he watched her panting heavily. Then he walked around his desk and got some paper towels he kept there in case he ate in his office, and returned to Alice, to clean her up, gently.
“There are some things we need to discuss regarding work and our everyday life,” he spoke calmly, and Alice didn’t flinch.
“You are right about that,” she responded, and she sounded worn.
Grantham Global
CONTINUES WITH
After Hours
EPISODE 2
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Blood: Curse
"My name is Charlotte O’Callaghan and I am a serial killer."
"My name is Detective Matthew Craig and I’m hunting a serial killer no one else believes exists."
They call her the poor cursed princess.
He is one of the police force’s finest.
When upper class daughter Charlotte O’Callaghan loses her parents to a hit and run at the age of 15, she feels as if she died along with them, until one accident on the her 16th birthday party and a freak coincidence on the night of her parents' death anniversary changes everything.
Matthew Craig has connected seventeen deaths to each other by nothing more than the date and time of death. No one believes that these violent deaths have been executed by one person, becau
se other than the date and time of death and them being unsolved homicides, there are no similarities. That and the hit-and-run he feels where everything started.
It is his investigation has Charlotte and Matthew crossing paths and that changes everything.
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