by J. L. Beck
She basically looked like she had the best sex of her life, and of course, I smiled like the motherfucker I was for being the man to give her that. I grabbed the comforter we had pushed to the floor and placed it over her tucking her into the blankets. Then I pressed my lips to her forehead and whispered a good night against her temple.
As I exited her bedroom I realized just how much I wanted this woman. I had gone out of my way to come to her house, to confess my feelings to her, and fuck her in her own bed.
For the very first fucking time in my life I was the one doing the walk of shame, and I wasn’t even ashamed to be doing so. I dressed hastily as soon as I got downstairs and then wrote her a note placing it on the kitchen counter next to a nearly full bottle of opened wine.
I seen myself out, and locked the door, smiling the entire way to my car because for once I had someone to look forward to seeing tomorrow. Someone that I was sure wanted to see me just as much as I wanted to see them.
Chapter Five
It was official I was the worst at making fucking choices. Not only had I let the man blissfully fuck me into submission, but I had also let him do so without a condom on. Worry consumed me all morning long until I got the chance to slip into his office at lunchtime and talk to him.
“Cameron.” My voice bounced off the glass windows as I called out for him. He wasn’t sitting at his huge desk working on paper worked, no he was standing in front of this giant ass glass window looking at the skyline.
“I was wondering when you would come in?” I could hear the distaste in his voice and wondered if I should even come in still with the night we had before I was sure his distaste wasn’t towards me.
"You didn't use a condom," I stated the obvious my voice turned angry. The smile that pulled at his lips enraged me. It made me want to slap him across the face and knee him in the balls all at once.
“No I didn’t and it was the best fucking sex I ever had in my life.” Astonishment hit me in the chest as if I had run into a brick wall. The best sex of his life? He had to be on some type of drug right because even I knew I couldn't be his best? Not with all the women he's been with.
“Don’t fucking lie to me Cameron. I could’ve gotten pregnant you’re lucky I took the plan B pill this morning.” I scolded him for putting me, us in that kind of predicament.
His smile grew wider if that was even possible and I lunged forward to knock some sense into the asshole. He caught my hand right before it collided with his face.
“Are you feeling a little feisty this afternoon? Do you need to be bent over my desk and taught a lesson on manners?” He asked, and I had to grit my teeth to stop myself from swinging the other hand at her handsome jaw line.
"Let go of me," I ordered, and he did so gently.
“I was going to speak with you on the matter but we got caught up, so it never got brought up. Rest assured you’re the only woman I have ever never used a condom with ever, and I’m sterile so I’m unable to have children.” A sadness crept into his eyes and I couldn’t tell if was because he was sad about not having children or because he had to tell me the truth so quickly.
“Protection should be discussed before any type of sexual activity takes place.” The words slipped from my mouth with ease as did the sassiness. I had, had just about enough of his man bossing me around. He fucked like a God but that didn’t mean he needed to control everything I did, including if we used protection or not. Which we obviously didn’t.
“I agree sweetheart but it’s not like you were all that focused on protection either. It was a mistake and if you don’t feel comfortable doing it like that again then we won’t.” His voice, and words soothed me.
“I… Fine then. Good.” I folded my arms over my chest, and thought to myself how much of a bitch I really was for coming in here with my snarky attitude.
“Is that all you came in here for?” He questioned me his body moving closer to mine as if we were connected through a magnetic current, drawn to one another.
"Maybe. I was just unsure of what to think, and it kind of pissed me off that you would put us both in a situation like that without talking about it beforehand." I was glad I was giving it to him straight and speaking my mind. I was also relieved to find out that I couldn’t get pregnant but saddened, and a bit curious as to why a man like Cameron was sterile.
“I like it when you’re feisty, and I’m not going to lie to you and say I didn’t like fucking you bareback last night because being able to slip deep inside of you for the very first time with nothing between us was the most exhilarating feeling ever, and I’ve done some pretty exhilarating things.”
“Like what?” I countered narrowing my eyes at him. When I awoke this morning, and felt the distinct stiffness in my joints and muscles that I been thoroughly fucked, and never had I awoken feeling like that before, with any other man. Ever.
I was only fanning the flames of desire between us waiting for big bad wolf that lingered just below the surface to come out and play. His fists clenched at his sides in anger, and the darkness in his eyes begged for me to come closer.
"I've done things you could never dream of doing. Skydiving, deep sea diving, driving at speeds that are unsafe and unimaginable." His jaw clenched, and strangely I wanted to reach out and trace my finger against his jaw.
“None of that was as exhilarating as having sex with me?” I asked in a hushed tone. Since the day before last everything about this job, and my life had been flipped on it’s axis. I would never have expected Cameron to take notice in me, or better yet to compare the sex we shared to something as cool as skydiving.
A ghost of a smile formed on his lips, “Fucking you Sadie was like having sex for the very first time all over again. It felt like nothing I expected, and everything I could have ever wanted all at the same time. Your pussy was made for me, made for my cock, and my tongue and I’ll worship it until the day I die.” His confession sent shivers down my spine, and made me feel all sorts of light headed.
I knew the right thing to do was walk away, but I couldn't. I craved this man like I did my next breath of air. I was starved, an outsider looking in for far too long. Now I had my chance with him to feel him, to get underneath his skin and I couldn't pass up the chance not when I wasn't sure if it would ever happen again. Shit, the deal made between us was just a perk of being able to sleep with him.
If I was being honest I had wanted Cameron since the moment I was hired as an intern here and if I only have six more days with him then so be it. Yes, it was unethical and wrong but I wanted him.
“Then fuck me again…” I ordered, reaching for the zipper on the side of my skirt. I pulled it down and watched as the fabric fell to the floor my eyes never leaving Cameron’s. I hear his heavy breaths and knew he was barely restraining himself.
With a little effort, I maneuvered myself with my hands against the cold glass of his desk and bent over, so he could see my pussy, and how wet he made me for himself.
“I’ve….” For the first time ever he stumbled over his words. Cameron fucking Jefferson stumbled over his words.
I looked at him over my shoulder, my dark locks cascading over my shoulder, “Cat got your tongue Cam?” That one remark was all it took to set him off, in mere seconds he was undoing his dress pant’s and shucking them to the floor. Using both hands I cleared the contents of his desk off, pens, papers, and folders went flying into the air.
"This pussy of yours is going to pay for what you just did…" He growled in my ear as he slammed balls deep into me from behind his fingers sinking into my flesh so hard I was sure there would be bruises.
"Harder!" I taunted, as he pulled out and slammed back into me, my entire body moving up the glass desk and back down. I wasn't sure how we had gone from talking about protection, and me being angry with him to fucking on his desk but I didn't care not while he was moving inside of me.
“Who’s pussy is this?” The roar of his voice caused my body to shudder. One of his hands slapp
ed hard against my ass cheek, a sting of pain registering somewhere in my mind. He soothed the pain as he rubbed it away, only to leave another smack just as hard on the other cheek.
“Yours. It’s yours.” I moaned, turning my cheek to the side as I let him take me for all he had.
“That’s right baby, it’s mine. All mine. You’re mine.” I glanced at him over my shoulder watching with wonder as he thrust in and out of me.
Swoosh. Another slap to my ass cheek and another sting of pain registering in my mind. Every slap against my ass pushed me closer to the finish line, the imaginary cliff that I would soon be falling off of.
"Fuck my cock Sadie. Back that pussy up on me, I want to feel your juices against my skin." He stopped moving, and a groaned escaped my throat as I shoved up onto my arms pushing back against his rigid hard cock. I stared at him out of the corner of my, pleasure like never before filled me to the brim as I took from him what I wanted.
“I….” My pussy clenched, and my bright lights flashed before my eyes. Every single muscle in my body tightened and then released. I couldn’t feel Cameron’s cock in me any longer but did feel something else warm against my entrance. As soon as most of the pleasure made its way through my body, and I my wits came back to me I realized the fucker had dropped to his knees on the floor and lapped up every single fucking drop of my come.
“You came alright. Right into my fucking mouth like the Queen you’re.” Cameron mumbled against my pussy, my core was still clenching as he inserted his tongue and in an out and he continued to eat me out, until the pressure in my lower belly built back up.
Then flipped me over onto my back, more papers went flying, but neither of us cared. He lifted my legs, holding them at his side and entered me painfully slow. The heat in his eyes could have melted the whole fucking city to the ground.
"You're beautiful." I barely got the words out before he slammed into me, my entire body shaking with need. His hands found the hem of my shirt and made their way underneath only stopping once he had them placed upon each breast. He ran a finger over my nipple, and then slipped inside my bra.
“These tits…” The moan of pleasure that fell from his lips almost made me come. He had no fucking clue how vulnerable, and devilishly handsome he looked seated inside of me.
"Fuck me. Please." I had to have him, every single long inch of him. There was no if and's or buts about it. I needed him, right now. With no warning at all, he upped the pace and took me to a level I had never felt before. My eyes fluttered closed, and all I could feel was his length piercing me, taking pleasure from me.
"You're everything, Sadie. Everything." He grunted, his voice turning animalistic as he continued his assault on my body. I felt all of him, all of his pleasure, all of his pain and sorrow in that moment, right as we soared into the open skies together.
Sweat dripped from both of us and as I felt my muscles tighten and release I knew it would never be this good with anyone else, ever and it bothered me because I knew I only had days with this man, when I really wanted weeks, months, and maybe even years.
Chapter Six
It was another late night in the office working on the Lowe case and every single time I touched my desk, or even looked up all I could see was Sadie leaning over my desk in nothing but a thong asking me to spank her ass until she came.
“Christ!” I growled in anger. Three days into our agreement and I was walking around with a boner every fucking day, that and my attitude had been piss poor lately. Every second of the day I was thinking about her, what she was doing, who she was with? if she was out finding another man, a man to replace me when our week was up?
I slammed my fist down on the desk in anger, I had the entire world in the palm of my hands and I was worried about a girl that I screwed once.
It’s more than that. My subconscious countered back and boy was it right. It was so much more than that.
Never in the twenty-six years, I had been on this Earth had I wanted a woman as badly as I wanted Sadie Walker. There was something about her, the way she moved without a care in the world, the way she acted, and the front she put up when she really wanted to say something but bit her tongue. She was the opposite of everything I wanted and needed in my life right now but I had to have her.
My cock was still stiff, and my desk was still littered with papers reminding me that I still hadn’t gotten shit for work done.
Then it hit me, was it possible that I wanted to date her, that I wanted more than just one week with her? Dating had never been my thing but then again neither had the offer I made Sadie.
“Mr. Jefferson sir, is there anything else you need from me?” Dawn’s high pitched voice met my ears and I looked up from my desk. I had never screwed Dawn not because I didn’t want too, or because the offer was never extended but because she was my assistant and when it came to assisting me with things I couldn’t have sex interfere.
Still, she was beautiful, a fine rear specimen, but she wasn't Sadie, and that was all I could feel in the confines of my chest as I stared at her.
“Sir?” She questioned again, there was an uneasy look on her face.
"Goodness, Dawn it's nine PM what the hell are you still doing here?" I ran a hand through my hair in frustration realizing not only what time it was but that I still wasn't getting the fucking work done that I needed too.
She sheepishly finished walking into the office as if she was nervous about something. “You asked me to finish sorting the files for all the cases that you had done last year. There was a lot of misfiled paperwork so I went back and sorted it all out so that there won’t be any trouble in finding something you need for a case.”
I smiled, "Thank you so much, Dawn. What would I ever do without you?" I exhaled a breath and eased back into my leather office chair.
I was all out of sorts, and there was no coming back from Sadie Walker that was for sure.
“You seem tense? Is everything alright?" Concern laced Dawn's words. I tilted my head at her in confusion not because I didn't understand what it was she was asking, but because I didn't understand why she was asking?
I had been through far worse tense moments with her by my side and she never cared to ask then? So why now?
“Just lots of work and not enough hours to get it done.” If she thought I would tell her about Sadie and our agreement she had another thing coming. I had made a promise to Sadie that I wouldn’t break.
A short burst of laughter escaped her and before I knew it she was across the room, her ass against my desk, right where I had placed Sadie’s ass a few days ago.
"Boy do I know how that is…" She trailed off. Things were going in a direction that I didn't like and just as I was about to say something to her she placed her hand on mine. The gesture was intimate, too intimate.
“I think you need to leave Dawn.” My voice was stern as I stared her in the eyes. Fear reflected back at me and I didn’t understand why.
“I… I just wanted to help ease some tension.” Her bottom lip quivered and it looked as if she was going to cry. Immediately I felt like an asshole, but at the same time felt like I did the right thing.
"I won't fuck you, Dawn. You're my assistant. It's not happening." I promised. I was irritated and that irritation only grew as I watched Dawn remove her ass from my desk and head in the direction of the door.
“I’m sorry sir, I’ll see you tomorrow.” She sniffled. Was it weird that I felt like a prick for not letting her fuck me? At the end of the day she wasn’t the woman I wanted, and in no way shape or form would I betray Sadie like that. Still was it the fact I had screwed most of the other ladies in the office that made her assume I would fuck her on my desk.
The second I heard the glass door shut, I walked over to the bookcase on the far side of the room where I hid my Bourbon. I twisted the cap off the bottle and brought the neck to my lips.
The sweet aroma filtered into my nostrils. Maybe I could drink Sadie out of my memory? I pinched the bridge of my
nose, taking a deep gulp from the bottle letting the Bourbon burn a path down my throat.
You love her.
The thought popped into my head a deep ache piercing me straight through the eye. I couldn’t love her. I couldn’t love someone that I didn’t know hardly anything about. Could I?
Could I really love Sadie Walker? Could I want more from her than a random hook up?
Could I want a life with her? I didn’t know, and all of this was just too much to be thinking about right now. I took the bottle with me back to my desk and slammed down into the chair, chugging the bottle like I was back in college doing a keg stand.
My fingers gripped the glass bottle tightly, as the thoughts of Sadie lingered in my mind. No amount of alcohol could remove a woman like her from my memory. There was no coming back from the deal we had made. I may have been the one to write up to the agreement but it was Sadie that had signed our fates as one.
I looked down at my IPhone sitting on the corner of my desk. I hadn’t texted Sadie or messaged her once but I knew I needed to tell her how I felt and I had felt this way for awhile doing whatever I could to hide it. I did whatever I could to avoid her because I knew if I didn’t we would be right where we were. I was merely avoiding the inevitable.
Grabbing my phone I skimmed through the contacts stopping once I found her number. I had taken the number down when I was going through applications months ago, never messaging or calling her until this moment.
Cameron: All I can think about is you.
I typed the message out and questioned sending it for a moment, then as my finger slipped over the send key I applied a small amount of pressure to the key and the message sent. I brought the bottle to my lips once again, a smile pulling at my lips. This woman had destroyed me.
She had done what countless other woman had tried to do and she wasn’t even aware that she had done it.