by Lila Younger
“Chelsea, I’ve been a damn fool. I’ve been on the fast track my whole life. I thought this was what I wanted, what mattered. And a relationship with you would jeopardize that. In fact, I don’t think I’ve had a serious relationship in quite a few years. I just didn’t bother because I thought that it would just distract me from what I thought was important. But this week, this week has been fucking unbearable. When we were trapped together in the elevator, I got to know you anyways, and I liked it. A lot. I thought that it was just the circumstances of being stuck together, so I tried to put a stop to it, as much for me as for you if I am truly honest about it. But seeing you there out of reach is more than I can take. I realize now that the last thing I want is to go back to the way things were. And to hear that you might end up with someone else... I was an idiot to let you go Chelsea. And I sure as hell don’t want you with anyone else but me.”
I could hear the honesty in his voice as he struggles with the words. If Steph was here, she’d say to make him grovel, really beg for it, but I don’t want to at all. My heart has been speeding up with every word he says, until the happiness I feel breaks free in a smile on my face.
“I don’t want to be with anyone else either,” I say.
Brandon reaches for me, pulling me to my feet and kissing me on the lips. It’s strong and demanding and hungry, wanting all of me. He sucks on my lower lip, and I part my own so his tongue can take me. His hand releases my wrist, and pulls me tight against him so that I can feel how badly he wants me. Finally we break apart for breath.
“Let’s get out of here,” he all but growls.
I don’t think I’ve clocked out faster in my life. Flushed, sweaty, and deliriously happy, we hurry out of the office and back to his apartment. He lives in a supermodern high rise on the top floor, one of only four apartments. It takes forever for him to figure out the keys, and I don’t make it easy, running my hands over his body, leaving kisses on the back of his neck. And then we are inside, and the door slams shut, and Brandon pins me against the entryway, hoisting my legs up and around him.
I buck my hips against him as he grinds his cock into me, an unbearably thick amount of clothing between us. I’m gasping through kisses, my hands holding onto his face as we stagger along the hallway. I love that he’s so much bigger and stronger than me that he can just lift me up and carry me away like a prize. One of his hands finds the zipper on my dress and yanks it down, while another is already unhooking my bra. I think we’re heading to the bed, but then he turns through another doorway and we’re in an absolutely stunning bathroom.
“Oh wow,” I say. “This didn’t come with the apartment, did it?”
Brandon gently puts me down.
“I’ve been dying to get you in here,” he says, his voice low with desire. “Go on.”
My dress is already half off of me, and it takes no time to strip myself down. I give him a good long look at my ass and slick pussy as I gently push my panties down to the ground, then step into the enclosed glass. I turn on the waterfall shower, and to my surprise, the water’s already hot. I let it fall on me for a few seconds, then turn around to look at Brandon.
He’s staring, his eyes slowly making its way down and up my body and taking in the curve of my breasts, the swell of my hips. There are lights above the shower, and I’ve never felt so exposed to another person before. It’s scary, but it’s exactly what I want. I love that he can’t seem to look away. Brandon has already thrown his tie and shirt aside, revealing rippling muscles across his athletic frame and a tattoo across the left side of his chest. His cock is definitely making a tent in his trousers and I couldn’t help but smile. I turn back around, letting the water cascade down my spine and over my ass for him.
The next moment he opens the glass door, letting the steam roll out, and I shiver as my nipples harden into puffy pink peaks. Arousal pricks my body, and I almost jump when he’s there, his touch light as air as it skims down my arm. And then I feel him, his cock pressing hard between my ass cheeks. His body presses against me next, pushing me against the cold tile. He wraps his hands around me, exploring my body and up to squeeze my breasts. I give a small gasp and he leans in to nibble my earlobe.
“Do you like my shower?” he asks, his voice laced with lust.
“I do,” I whisper, eyes closing, head tilting back against his broad chest and exposing my sensitive neck to him.
His thick fingers circle over my areola, then pinches my nipple just hard enough to make my eyes fly open in surprise.
“Oh!” I cry as am arrow of pleasure flies straight to my core.
“You like that do you?” he murmurs, rolling my other nipple between his thumb and finger.
Another moan escapes my mouth and I can only nod as he works. His cock hardens even more between me as I get louder, until my back is completely arched off of him. Still, as good as it feels, I want more of him, and I push my ass back into his cock with anticipation. I hear him chuckle, and then his fingers drop down between my folds, spreading me for his cock. I open up my legs for better access, trying to hurry up to the good stuff. He dips two fingers into me, slick and hot and willing, and then a third, fucking me with them as his thumb rubs my sensitive nub. I’m moaning gibberish now, pleasure radiating from my swollen folds as he works me expertly. I want to come, but it’s just not enough. I give a little whimper of frustration.
“I need more. Please,” I beg him.
“More coming right up,” he says with a smile. He bumps his cock up against my tight slit, and then with a slow push, he makes his way inside of me. His shaft is thick, and I’m struggling to breathe and relax as he stretches me out.
Finally he’s inside of me, big and hard and filling. He pulls out gently, then slams back in with a low groan, sinking deep again into my pussy. Each time he moves, he fills up an aching need inside of me that no other man has been able to quench. His rough finger massages my clit as he thrusts, pinning me tight against the shower wall. My nipples brush up against the cold tile, sending delicious shivers through me. The water cascades over us, and the heat is almost unbearable, but I don’t want it to stop.
I moan louder and louder, crying out Brandon’s name. My fingers try to grip the tile, but there’s nothing to hold onto. Pleasure starts building inside of me as he jackhammers between my legs, faster and faster. He’s rubbing my clit hard, and I can feel my orgasm mounting until it surfaces and crashes over me. My legs shake with the intensity, wave after wave of pleasure exploding with my body, and I have to sink against the wall. I think I’m screaming out his name, but I don’t know. Only Brandon is holding me up as he thrusts one last time and joins me, coming deep inside.
“Fuck you’re amazing Chelsea,” he says through gritted teeth.
Slowly he lets go of me. We clean each other off, and then he opens the shower door and grabs a fluffy towel for me, gently wrapping me up. Then he scoops me up and carries me over to the bed. I’m warm and content as he pulls the duvet over the two of us. I don’t think I’ve ever been so happy in my life. A part of me wants this so badly it hurts, but I ignore it. Why ruin things by saying it out loud? I should just enjoy what he’s giving me tonight and think about the rest later. And with that I snuggle closer to his chest, where it felt like I was always meant to be.
Chapter 9
Brandon
I can hear when Chelsea’s breath evens out and she’s fallen into a light sleep. The moonlight pours in from my picture window, illuminating her skin. Poor girl, she must be exhausted from what I put her through, I think which does wonders for the male ego. I push a strand of hair away from her face. This was completely worth it. The way she looked at my body, drinking it in. The way she cried out my name over and over, clinging to it as her orgasm ripped through her. The feel of her soft body now against mine. I definitely don’t want to lose this. The thought comes in loud and clear, but instead of thinking that as something to worry about, like I might have in the past, I find myself certain and almost at peac
e with it. I lean forward and place a tender kiss on her forehead.
Her eyes flutter open. I reach out to trace a finger across her shoulder and down to her fingers, twining them in mine. I can’t help it. Her body is gorgeous, and I want to keep touching her, familiarizing myself with her body.
“Did I fall asleep?” she murmurs. There’s a vulnerability in her voice that grips my heart.
“Just for a few minutes there,” I reply.
“Mmm... what are you thinking about?”
“How ridiculously happy I am right now not to have followed my head.” I say with a grin.
“Instead of your heart?” she quips back before she realizes what she’s asking. She starts to try and correct herself, but I put a finger to her lip.
“Yes. Instead of my heart. Chelsea, I don’t just want to sleep with you. I want you to know that. I know it’s early on, and maybe I shouldn’t push for more, but I wouldn’t mind talking and getting to know you better. Of course, we could still take our clothes off at the end of the day. In fact, I would say you definitely have to take your clothes off at the end of the day for me. I’ve liked you from afar. You’re always positive, you’re caring, you’re determined to succeed. I love that about you. And now that I’m here with you, I’m going to get to know everything about you I can.”
I pause for a moment and just bask in the big smile she gives me. It shows off her dimple, and I press a thumb in it.
“I love it when you smile like that. You’ve got the cutest dimple I’ve ever seen.”
She holds up a hand over mine.
“Anyways, I want to give this a real try if you want to,” I finish.
“I do,” she says shyly, then reaches up for a kiss. “I want nothing more.”
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I’m determined to live up to my words and get to know her. After spending all of last night together, with the exception of about an hour when my stomach growled a little too loudly and we ordered in, I’m ready to talk and get to know Chelsea’s mind as well as I know her body. I wake up early, leave a note, and head out to the farmer’s market that meets a few blocks away, picking up a picnic’s worth of goods. They even have a basket for me to bring it in. She had fun teasing me about my inability to cook, but even I can throw a picnic together with a baguette, some ham and cheese pates. Pack along a few apples, a bottle of wine, and some deliciously fresh baked cookies, and we have enough for a weekend lunch.
Chelsea’s ready when I get back, looking fresh and radiant. She’s let her hair out of its usual bun, and it curls madly around her beautiful face. And of course, she’s wearing that big smile. I give her a kiss, enjoying the fullness of her mouth. I’m still not quite over the fact that I can kiss her whenever I want. That she’s mine. The way she fits in my arms so perfectly has me feeling possessive. We can’t do this in the office, so I have to as much as I can while we’re out of it. I keep my arm wrapped tightly around her waist as we head out the door and down the elevator.
“You ready to enjoy yourself?” I ask.
“Definitely,” she said, a little shy.
It doesn’t take long for us to arrive at the city’s biggest park. I keep her hand in mine the whole way, resting it on my lap as I drive. It’s sunny and warm today, and there’s lots of people out. My chest swells a little every time I catch someone looking at Chelsea. Entertainer’s are playing music, magic tricks, all sorts of things for change. We take our time, checking everything out, and then I pick a spot to throw down the blanket and present my offering. She widens her eyes at my choice of cheese.
“Oooo,” she says as she digs through the selection and pulls out the Gruyere. “You know your cheeses.”
“Hey, just because I can’t cook great food, doesn’t mean I can’t appreciate it,” I say in my defense. I break off a chunk of the fresh bread for her.
“Mmmm! So good!” I watch her close her eyes in bliss. I thought I was the only one who could make her feel that way. She opens her eyes and catches me watching. “You’re not jealous of the cheese are you?”
“No,” I say quickly.
“Don’t worry,” she says with a tinkling laugh. “It doesn’t even come close to what you did with your tongue last night.”
“So,” I say as I reach to open the bottle of wine for us. “Are you from here?”
“Nope,” she says. “And hey, aren’t we not allowed to drink wine in public?”
“I won’t tell if you don’t.” I pour her a glass. “Shall we?”
“We need to toast to something,” she says solemnly. Our plastic cups touch.
“To getting out of the office,” she says with a laugh.
“To getting out of the office,” I echo. In more ways than one, I add. Because there was more, much more out there than just the job to look forward to now.
“So. Tell me. If you weren’t my PA, what would you be doing now?”
She takes a slow sip of her wine, considering the question seriously.
“There was a time when I wanted to be writing. Become an author, spend all my time up in the mountains slaving over a manuscript and then doing book tours and doing readings. Only I’m not the most creative person in the world. So I thought maybe journalism would be the ticket for me. Except of course now is the worst time to be a journalist. It’s all freelance blogging. Which is great and all, but its nothing I can live on. I have to build up to it. So that’s when I applied to be a PA. Sort of as a stopgap until I can get the writing going. Only I haven’t really gotten around to doing that second part, so maybe I’m not cut out for that either.”
She stops and laughs.
“You know, I don’t think I really know what I want to be doing. Maybe I should go back to school and figure it out. What about you? Did you always know you wanted to be charge of a big business?”
“Pretty much,” I reply. “I grew up poor. Son of a coal miner. Nobody had much either in my town so I always thought that’s just how it was, but one day I saw the mine’s owners swing by. They were dressed up clean and fancy, and they seemed to command such respect from everyone. I decided right then and there I wouldn’t be a worker like my father, but the boss.”
“I’d say you succeeded.” She pops some more cheese into her mouth. “It must be wonderful to know exactly what you were meant to do.”
“Funny you should say that. Because up until yesterday, I thought I did too. Now I’m wondering if I’d been missing out on the better parts of life for the past decade or so.”
Chelsea blushes a little and smiles down at her feet. For a minute we enjoy the food, but I am not done. I want to know as much as I could about her.
“Where are you from?”
“Atlanta.”
“You don’t have an accent,” I say in surprise, though now that she mentions it, she does have the slightest hint of a drawl.
“I worked hard for that.” It sounds like she doesn’t want to say more. But then she adds, “Some girls in college were pretty vicious. You’d think that they would have grown past, but I guess pettiness can happen at any age.”
“I’ve never been to Atlanta,” I say, letting the subject go for now. “You’ll have to show me one day.”
“I can do that. But you’ll have to stop working so hard. Maybe even dip into that vacation time you have. We can make a long weekend out of it. Maybe,” she says this part shyly, “you can even meet my mom.”
The fact that I’m so confident about us sinks in for her, and she flashes me one of her big smiles. Maybe she’s finally starting to believe my words that I want this. I know I hurt her pretty badly, but I’m glad I’m building up trust again because I’ve fallen for her hard, and I already feel like I can do without her.
Chapter 10
Chelsea
It’s so hard to keep a straight face at work these days. Even Roger’s commented on the fact that it looks like I’m walking on air these days, and he only sees me for a few minutes each day. I definitely feel different. It’s like everything
is brighter, happier, more filled with promise. Even the spring rains can’t keep me down. I smile at people on the subways, I tip my barista more than I should. It’s fantastic. No wonder Steph is such a chipper person. Love just paints over everyday life with a brighter color. Sometimes I find myself waking up in the morning wondering if it’s all real. It seems like a movie romance, and surely that means it’s too good to be true? But then I’d roll over and see Brandon in bed with me, his dark lashes fanning over his face, his stubble that’s rubbed my chin raw from how much we’ve been kissing, and I get happy all over again.
Jeez, I hope I’m not sounding too sappy here. I might be. Sometimes I want to gag when I see how lovey-dovey people get. I mean, my old boyfriends were cute and nice, but I never felt that instant attraction, the headlong rush of infatuation that I get when I’m with Brandon. People at work must know that something’s going on. I’ve got a goofy smile on all day. But so far, it seems like our secret is safe. I feel like it’s only a matter of time before we get caught though. At first, Brandon and I agreed we wouldn’t have sex at work. We’d keep things professional. We both have our jobs to think about after all.
That lasted for three weeks before he broke down, yanking me inside of the office supply closet, bunching up my dress around my hips and taking me against the wall. I was aching for him to be inside me so much that I didn’t try and put up a fight. The fact that five minutes later I saw Leanne walk into that same closet looking for copy paper only made it more exciting. And then there was today, when he tells me to come into his office, lock the door, and undress myself. I love hearing him tell me what to do in that take charge voice of his. He’s in his office chair, his belt unbuckled and his pants unzipped, slowly working his cock to its full length.
“Sit,” he says silkily, nodding to his desk. I step out of my skirt and panties, puddled on the floor, and walk over to him, my hips swaying. His eyes track my body, drinking in a view only he gets to see. I hop up onto his desk, legs closed primly. I can see the control it takes him to resist cupping my breasts. His jaw twitches.