by A. E. Neal
It took everything he had not to lay her across his desk and fuck her until she begged him to stop, but he ignored it and allowed her to continue.
She needed all of him and liked the feeling of being in control. He took her other nipple between his teeth before torturing it with his tongue. She threw her head back and moaned.
That was it, he couldn't take anymore, he had to have her the way he intended from the moment he laid eyes on her.
"I'm going to keep my promise to you now, Quinn. Are you ready?"
Quinn knew she couldn't dominate him, there was no sense in trying, so she undid the knot at his wrists and wrapped the tie around her neck.
"Good girl," he said as he stood up, lifting her with him, never breaking their connection. He walked her over to the leather love seat in the corner of the massive office, lifted her off of him and set her on her back. "Roll over."
She did as he asked, rolling onto her hands and knees. He grasped her by the ankles and pulled her over the arm of the sofa so that her ass was in the air.
He spread her legs with his hands, tracing her swollen entrance with his fingers, then lined up the head of his cock, before plunging himself into her from behind.
"Fuck, you're so fucking wet again and yet still so tight. So goddamn gorgeous."
She grasped the edge of the cushion as he drove into her with so much force the love seat began to rock.
"Say my name, Quinn," he ordered in a deep animalistic growl.
"Oh, Jaysen!" she cried.
Each thrust was harder and faster than the previous one, causing tears to burn the corners of her eyes. The pleasure far outweighed the pain, but she had no control over her emotions, she was fully vested and there was no turning back.
"This is what you wanted, little girl," he reminded her as he drove into her again and again.
"Yes!" she cried as the tears spilled down her cheeks.
"You like being fucked like this, don't you?"
"Yes!" she cried again and he gripped her hips so hard, she was sure he drew blood. Then, his conscience kicked in, he slowed down, leaned over her and wrapped his fingers around her neck, causing her to arch her back.
"Tell me again, how much you want this."
The tears continued to fall, but she could feel the familiar tingling sensation rise within her again. He knew she really wanted and needed to be fucked like this. The rush was unbelievable and she didn't want it to stop.
"I want you to fuck me. I want you to fuck me hard, Jaysen," she pleaded.
She was close, so close. Their orgasms built as he plunged into her again, stretching and filling her. Another thrust was all it took, she bit down on the edge of the cushion and screamed. Jaysen's orgasm pulsed through his body as he came along with her. He released her and pulled her into his arms, wiping her tears with his thumbs. She smiled brightly and kissed his bare chest.
"So, what's for lunch?" she teased and his palm met her bare ass with a loud smack.
Chapter 16
"We can't do this. It's wrong on so many levels," Quinn said as she pulled her skirt on and fastened the buttons on her blouse.
"I don't understand. You practically threw yourself at me," Jaysen countered.
"I did not throw myself at you," she huffed.
He laughed as he came around the desk and took her hands into his. "Quinn," he began as a dimpled smirk crept across his face. "We're both adults. And if I'm not mistaken, you enjoyed yourself quite a bit. Am I right?"
He was right, she was quickly turning into a puddle of mush at his feet again, but she knew if she didn't stand her ground, things could get out of hand.
"Listen, Jaysen. I know you're probably thinking we had some sort of out-of-body connection or something, but the truth is, I can't...no, I won't do this again. Sure, we had our fun, got our rocks off, whatever. But that was it. No more."
He tilted his head to the right and seemed to ponder what she had said for a moment before speaking up. "I'll make you a deal."
"No," she interrupted.
"Let me finish before you jump to any conclusions."
"Fine. Finish."
"Let me start over. I admire you for wanting to conceal our relationship, but I won't just let you walk out of this room until I know for sure that you didn't feel anything."
Should she lie to him? Tell him that she was caught up in the heat of the moment? Or should she actually admit that she felt something?
"It was nice to finally be with a guy who knows what he's doing," she blurted and immediately wished she'd kept her mouth shut.
He took her hands to his lips and kissed her knuckles. The wildness in his eyes was enough to make her strip down again and fuck him six shades from Sunday, but she kept her cool and only offered him a weak smile.
"You have no idea, little girl," he whispered into her neck as he grazed her cheek with his teeth. The sensation sent shivers running down her spine.
She closed her eyes as her breath faltered. He was a master manipulator; finding every button and every switch that was hardwired to her sexual core. Every time he spoke, the ache for him grew heavier and heavier. It wasn't enough to be so attracted to him, she was already beginning to fall for him and it frightened her.
"You're already wet again, aren't you?" he asked as he nibbled on her earlobe.
She needed to get the hell out of his office before she did anything she'd truly regret.
"Just...uh...hungry, I guess." That shut him up. He backed away from her and dropped her hands.
"I did promise you lunch, didn't I?"
Quinn nodded as he smiled, picked up the receiver and dialed a few numbers as she tried to regain her composure.
"Yes, please," he said and paused briefly. "The terrace. Yes...of course...thank you." He hung up the phone and without another word, took her hand, led her out of his office and onto the terrace.
The crisp afternoon air hit Quinn all at once and she inhaled deeply. The view of the snow-capped Rocky Mountains was stunning from the terrace. For a moment, she found herself fantasizing about how the other half lived.
"Are you cold?" he asked, noticing that she was rubbing her arms.
"A little. But I'm okay."
"Nonsense. Here," he said wrapping his suit jacket around her shoulders, instantly warming her.
The scent of her mixed with his cologne lingered on his jacket and it made her smile. "Thanks."
She followed him along the terrace around to the back of the building, noting the perfectly manicured evergreens and marble sculptures as she passed.
"Here," he motioned to her. "Have a seat. Lisa is having our food brought out to us."
She took a seat on a large, plush chair and crossed her legs. "This view is beautiful."
He leaned against the glass railing and smiled at her. "It really is, isn't it?"
"I've never seen the city from this high up before. It's so quiet. The only thing you can hear, are the birds. It's so peaceful here. How do you get any work done?"
"I was saying that to you, Quinn. The view from where I'm standing is stunning."
"Oh," she said as her cheeks flushed ten shades of red.
He laughed as he took a seat in the chair next to her. "Can I ask you something?"
She turned to face him. "Of course."
"I have a cabin in the mountains and if you're free, I'd like you to come stay with me for the weekend."
She sat quietly for a moment and like clockwork, ran through all of the pros and cons in her head.
"It sounds lovely, but I sort of promised a friend that I'd hang out with him this weekend. Maybe another time?"
"Of course. It wasn't right for me to assume you didn't have plans already. I apologize."
"No need to apologize." Suddenly, she felt her throat go dry. She wanted to say 'yes' but knew blowing off Nick wouldn't go over so well, since he practically called her a pussy just that morning.
"Next weekend?"
"Sure. Next weekend sounds great."<
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His eyes lit up and his dimpled smile was wider than she'd seen all day. "I'll email you the details later this afternoon, okay?"
She nodded.
During their lunch on the terrace, Jaysen told Quinn all about his cabin, something that had been in his family for years, and in return, she told him about her father. He seemed sympathetic to her situation, almost as if he'd been through a similar scenario with one of his loved ones. He offered to help find another facility closer to Denver and also offered to rent her one of the many apartments he owned in town.
Although Quinn wanted to take him up on his offers, she was determined to find her own place and she'd already researched plenty of nursing homes in the area, but couldn't afford any of them. She was stubborn and hard headed, but she never like handouts, they made her feel like a charity case.
After lunch, they parted ways at the elevator and as much as she wanted to announce to the world that she just had sex with Jaysen Beckett, she behaved herself and gave him only a wink and a nod as the elevator doors closed.
Chapter 17
The rest of the day seemed to drag on. Mostly due to Hannah gabbing in Quinn's ear asking again, what Mr. Beckett was like, and if his office overlooked the city and if she found out anything about his rendezvous the previous night. All questions that Quinn ignored. After thirty minutes, Hannah finally gave up and went to the copy room to discuss God knows what.
By the time five o'clock rolled around, Quinn was knee deep in portfolios and all the numbers seemed to swirl together, which made it hard to concentrate. She checked her email one last time before she shut down her computer for the night.
Her eyes lit up as soon as she saw there was an email from Jaysen. The details of their romantic weekend alone were laid out for her in an attachment she was sure Lisa had put together for him. Quinn printed it out and stuffed it in her clutch. She was beaming ear to ear by the time she reached the bus station a block from the Beckett Building.
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Every day that week, Jaysen invited her to lunch in his office. Only, it wasn't to eat, it was more to quench their sexual thirst for one another. After their lunch date on Friday, Jaysen tried to keep Quinn in his office a long as possible, since he knew she'd be spending the weekend with another man. No matter how many times she reassured him they were only friends, he still couldn't help the feeling he had in the pit of his stomach, he didn't like Nick and the last thing he wanted, was to lose her to another man.
"I have to go, I'm gonna be late. Hollingsworth has been on a rampage all day," she told him and he frowned.
It would be the last time he'd see her until Monday and it killed him. He had to trust her, which was something that didn't come easy to him, but in order to keep her close, he let her go, giving her a long, lasting kiss she wouldn't soon forget before they parted ways.
"I'll see you in my office for lunch on Monday, little girl. Don't be late."
She smiled and traced her fingertips over the lapels of his jacket.
"You're so demanding," she breathed against his neck, "and I like it."
She turned on her heels and as he watched the elevator door close, she blew him a kiss. He was falling for her, he knew it and it took ever ounce of self-control not to chase after her and hold her hostage for the weekend.
Quinn returned to her desk and as always, Hannah was nowhere to be seen. She was straightening the stack of files for Hollingsworth when her phone rang.
"This is Quinn Langley," she answered.
"Miss Langley, I need to see you in my office. Now."
"Mr. Hollingsworth?" she asked.
"Yes. Who else would you think it was?"
"Uh. No one. Never mind. I'll be there in a minute."
He ended the call without another word.
She gathered the completed files from her desk, headed to Hollingsworth's office, preparing herself for the inevitable ass-chewing she was soon to receive.
"Hi Tracy. Mr. Hollingsworth wanted to see me?"
She leaned over the desk closer to Quinn and wriggled her finger.
"What's going on?" Quinn asked.
"Oh, girl. You better brace yourself. He's in one of his 'moods' again."
"Shit. Thanks for the warning."
"LANGLEY!" he shouted and Quinn hurried into his office.
"Yes, sir?"
"Close the door and have a seat."
She closed the door behind her and took a seat in front of his desk as she set the files down.
"Is everything okay?"
He rubbed his temple several times and she saw a large vein protruding from his forehead.
"Look. I don't know what the hell you think you're up to, but whatever it is has to stop!"
Oh, shit! He knew. He knew about Jaysen and this was it, she thought. This was the end of the road. She braced herself, took a deep breath and decided he deserved to hear her side of the story first.
"I can explain everything, Mr. Hollingsworth. It doesn't look like what it seems."
He leaned forward and rested his elbows on the desk. "Are you kidding? This is all just a fucking joke, a game...so, where are the hidden cameras, huh? Should I smile when you tell me I'm on some prank show?" He was seething with anger.
"No, sir. It's not a game. I never meant for anyone to find out. I mean, I just didn't know word traveled that fast. I can't imagine who said anything though since it was just between—"
He stood up and held a finger up to silence her. "I cannot believe you can just sit there with a straight face and lie to me. I know what you're up to, Miss Langley. Oh, I know everything. From the meetings, to the dinner outside of the office, the emails, phone calls, you name it...I know."
"I know it's frowned upon, but—"
"Enough! After six years, six fucking years!" he snapped, took a deep breath and sat back down. "When were you planning to take over my position, Quinn? Has this been in the making for a while now or did you just have a sudden change of fucking heart?"
Her jaw literally dropped. Oh no. This was bad. Very bad.
"Excuse me? I don't quite understand."
"Stop with the bullshit! Tell me how long you and Beckett have been planning to get rid of me?"
"This is ludicrous," she huffed, crossing her arms over her chest. "I'm not trying to take your job."
"Right. Like I'm supposed to believe that? I have a photograph of the two of you meeting Sunday night." He slid a photo across the desk and Quinn picked it up. Sure enough, there they were leaving Jay's and as she scanned it further, she realized she looked utterly pissed off, which considering the circumstances at the time, made complete sense.
She tossed the photo onto the desk and rose to her feet. "This is bullshit, not to mention borderline stalking. I'll be seeking legal action against you and this company. Good day," Quinn snapped.
"Don't bother! You're fired!" he shouted as she swung the door open, then slammed it behind her.
She hurried back to her desk as tears formed in the corner of her eyes. She grabbed her clutch and a few other personal belongings before practically running to the elevator, keeping her head down as she punched the 'call' button several times and waited.
"Everything alright, Miss Langley?"
She turned to face the voice in question, then lowered her head again. "I'm fine, Will. Did Beckett send you down here to console me?"
"No."
"Then what can I help you with?"
"I've been asked to make sure you arrive home safely."
"Oh, is that right? Well, I'm perfectly capable of managing it on my own, but thank you."
He leaned in closer. "It's not a question Miss Langley. I'll lose my job if I—"
"Just stop talking, Will. I get it," she snapped as she held her hand up to him. "You still have that earpiece? The one that's connected to his?"
He tilted his head and tapped the device. "Yes, ma'am."
Without thinking, she reached up, snatched it from his ear and held it to her mouth. "Listen
here, you egotistical fuck! I just lost my fucking job because of you and you did nothing to stop it. I'm sure you knew all along. Well, you'll be getting a call from my lawyer in the morning." She dropped the earpiece and it bounced on the end of the cord for a moment, before Will secured it back in his ear.
The elevator doors opened and Will ushered her inside without protest. Quinn was exhausted, heartbroken and above all, she felt betrayed.
A black Towncar was parked directly outside the doors of the Beckett Building and as Will walked over to speak with the driver, she made a break for it. She pulled her heels off and ran as fast as she could through the alley between the buildings, where she stopped next to a large trash dumpster. She attempted to catch her breath as she peered around the corner to see if Will had followed, but he was nowhere in sight. She knelt over and panted as she fished her phone from her clutch.
"Hello?"
"Nick...hey...I..."
"LA?"
"Yeah. Hey, I need you to come pick me up."
"Are you okay?"
"Not really. I'm two blocks east of the Beckett Building, next to a trash dumpster. Please hurry," she said and ended the call.
She quickly shut off her phone, just in case Jaysen or Will were trying to track it. She slid down the wall, brushed off her dirty feet and put her shoes back on. Her heart was racing and beads of sweat formed along her brow. She buried her face in her hands as she sobbed, he hadn't done a damn thing to keep her job safe, even after he promised her a thousand times that he would. She knew he had to have know about the picture, about Hollingsworth spying on her, but he did nothing to stop it. She dug her fingernails into her palms and screamed.
She wasn't sure how long she'd been sitting beside the dumpster and didn't really care, she couldn't believe everything she had worked so hard for was gone in a blink of an eye. When Nick finally pulled up next to the entrance of the alley and whistled, she wiped her face, hurried to his truck and got in.