Teek bristled with anger. “Were you on your way to the newspaper again?”
He vehemently shook his head. “I wanted to find you.”
“Why now? Why here?” Mac Teek’s voice grew louder now and his hands formed fists.
“I …” Mike’s voice broke and a tear rolled down his cheek. “I’ve been secretly following you for a few days now and keep trying to catch you alone. And now … I overheard your conversation and … I’m so happy that you don’t want to even the score and … that you miss me.”
“Dammit, man!” Teek whirled Mike around, pushed him against the dumpster and raised his arm.
Caprice held her breath and took a step back. She didn’t want to get in the middle of a fight.
Teek didn’t punch Mike, but the dumpster instead. It rattled loudly as he left a dent behind in the metal. Instead, there was blood now dripping from Teek’s knuckles. He didn’t even seem to notice.
“I’ve missed you so much, man!” He pulled Mike into his arms and kissed him passionately.
Mike returned the kiss with equal fervor, hugged Teek and then began sobbing so hard that the rapper had to cut short their kiss.
Oh my god, she couldn’t take it anymore. To see those two big burly men cry was too much for Caprice’s ailing heart.
“At first I really only wanted revenge,” Mike said with an emotionally choked voice, “but when it was over, when I ran off like a coward … I just missed you so much! That’s only when I noticed that I had fallen in love with you.”
“You … what?” Teek’s eyes widened.
“I fell in love,” Mike whispered and tenderly caressed Teek’s face. “I was so stupid. I just wanted you to be open about your true feelings and stop hiding behind a façade of homophobia. I was also so jealous of your wife, even though I knew you never touched her.”
“Why did you go to the papers?”
“I overreacted, because I was selfish and just wanted you all to myself. I would have never imagined these kinds of consequences. I wasn’t thinking; I just saw red because you were pretending to be something you’re not and completely ignored me in public. Please forgive me.”
“Only if you agree to move in with me again?” Teek replied. His eyes sparkled.
“Immediately,” Mike replied and then looked as if they were about to devour each other — their kisses were so ferocious. Caprice feared that they would ravish each other at any moment. Even though she would have loved to watch that happen, she decided to leave the two lovebirds alone. They had stopped noticing her anyway.
Relieved that the rapper wasn’t holding a grudge and the whole situation with the two guys had taken a happy ending, she made her way to Philipp’s office.
***
Philipp was sitting at his desk and looking out of his panorama window, which consisted of the entire outside wall of the building. His office was on the second floor of a high rise that was completed glazed from all sides. The X-PRESS editorial office made up the entirety of that floor.
Dark clouds hung over the city. The people rushing down the street below him were carrying folded-up umbrellas. The weather report had predicted rain.
What a crappy summer.
Sighing, he turned back to his computer. He glanced at the screen, where the latest FLASH article stared back at him: Homophobic rapper caught having sex with his bodyguard.
Caprice, the bitch had indeed gotten her top story and what could he offer his boss? An article about a French artist’s exhibition. Man, his boss had been so pissed off at him!
Philipp skimmed the article for a third time now, since he wasn’t able to concentrate on any of his work. For days now, he had been thinking about a way to get even with Caprice. Judging by her past behavior, she would probably blackmail him from now on, every time. He was fucked. Soon he would have to give up his luxury office and first class salary — and all because of that minx!
Philipp scrolled down the page and tried to concentrate on another article. Mac Teek’s bodyguard had been the contact person who had informed them about when the rapper would turn up at the ‘Estelle’ in Saint Tropez. The bodyguard had wanted to hurt the singer and had gone underground soon afterwards.
Apparently the rapper had publically apologized and officially come out. His marriage to Raffaela Cielo had been a sham. He had paid the woman generously so she appeared by his side in public.
At first there had been uproar and fellow rappers abandoned Teek. His record label was about to cancel his contract, when the tide turned.
‘Homo Hop’ had campaigned on the singer’s behalf. The gay and lesbian rap scene had been a strong counter-movement to the homophobia, misogyny and glorification of violence in Gangsta rap lyrics, which continually caused scandals and catapulted the genre of hip hop into the milieu of Macho culture.
Teek had agreed to tour Europe with Homo Hop. The movement organized events all over the world.
Maybe Teek would one day become a gay rap icon. A queer label was interested in working with him now, too.
And all that was because of Caprice LaCroix …
As if his thoughts of her had summoned her, his office door suddenly opened and Caprice stepped inside. She looked sexy as always — a tight business suit looked better on her than on any other woman — with a lit cigarette between her fingers.
Philipp jumped up, his heart racing: “You’ve got a lot of nerve just walking in here.”
He quickly switched off his computer screen and yanked the cigarette from her hand. “And it’s strictly forbidden to smoke in this building!”
“Mmhh,” she simply shrugged.
But of course, Caprice LaCroix didn’t care about the rules.
He extinguished the cigarette in his sink and placed it on the side. He had quit smoking two months earlier and had only just transitioned from nicotine to regular gum. He constantly felt the need to have something in his mouth. The vision of the extinguished cigarette irritated him.
No, it was Caprice that irritated him. “What are you doing here?” he asked harshly.
She sat down on the edge of his desk and crossed her arms in front of her body. This pushed her breasts out even further. “I wanted to apologize and give you the photographs.”
“What?” Did she feel guilty? Did she even have something resembling a conscience? Or had she only come to spy on him?
She opened her handbag and pulled out a USB stick.
But Philipp didn’t trust it. She was just like him, after all.
He hesitantly accepted the little memory stick and inserted it into his computer. Then he turned on the monitor. He inhaled sharply as he saw himself tied up and nearly naked on the screen. The little minx had mailed him one picture but he hadn’t realized there had been so many … His cock twitched.
At first he had been scared to death on the yacht, but when Caprice had started touching him … being completely at someone’s mercy had been a turn on.
“How do I know that you don’t have any copies?” he asked, turning off his screen once more.
“You don’t. You’ll just have to trust me.”
He didn’t. He couldn’t trust a gossip journalist, who stopped at nothing. “Yeah right.” He laughed joylessly. “I would love to report you.”
She fluttered her eyelashes innocently. “But for what?”
He got up and positioned himself in front of her. “You threatened me at gun point!”
She shook her head adamantly so that her red curls flew around her neck. “That wasn’t me.”
“Then it was your colleague, that blonde guy that you were with at the museum. John Whatshisname.”
“Do you have any evidence that we had a gun?” When she started digging around her handbag, he tensed up. She wouldn’t … To his relief, she pulled out a lipstick, even though her make-up was perfect as always. He’d actually never seen her without any on. Why was it that she always painted her face, anyway? She was a beautiful woman and didn’t even need it.
Surprisingly she didn’t paint her lips but pushed the lipstick case against his chest.
“John never said he was holding you up with a gun.”
Dammit, he had really fallen for the oldest trick in the book.
Inside, he was howling mad. He quickly locked the door and let down the blinds in front of the little window facing the office hallway. Now nobody could see them anymore.
Caprice lifted her eyebrows. “What are going to do now?”
“Now you’ll play by my rules,” he said with a menacingly quiet voice and pushed her against the desk. Even though Caprice enraged him, she also turned him on at the same time. When he eyed her sexy curves and smelled her scent …”I told you that I would get you back.”
“Oh,” she said and wrinkled her cute nose. “Do you want to tie me to your desk naked and photograph me?”
“You would like that, wouldn’t you?” He liked the thought of it, as did his cock. It was rock solid. Caprice must’ve felt it pressing against her stomach.
Her large breasts pressed against him. Philipp looked into the deep cleavage of her dress and would have loved nothing more than to bury his face in her plump bosom.
If two breasts enter a room first, followed by a woman with red hair, you’ll know that it’s Caprice LaCroix, a colleague had once said to him before Philipp had ever met Caprice.
He was right. Her breasts were huge, like two halves of a honey melon. Philipp had wanted to touch them so badly on the yacht.
Now he could make up for all that …
Caprice let her handbag drop to the floor and placed her hands on his hips. A rakish smile danced on her lips and her green eyes lit up. “So, you want to take revenge on me, huh?”
Philipp tried to remain as unyielding as he could, because this sex goddess was making him weak again. He only had to look into her eyes and his heartbeat accelerated.
“That’s right, Caprice.” He grabbed her wrists and held them together behind her back. This pushed her breasts out even more.
Now he was the boss, he would call the shots. “Now I will fuck you. Hard. Here, on the table.”
“And you think I’ll just let you take me?”
Philipp looked down at her bosom. Her chest was rising and falling quickly. The bitch was hot. His cock quivered. He would never force himself on a woman. He just wasn’t that kind of guy. But it was fun as long as it stayed a game. “You have no choice,” he whispered. “I’m much stronger than you.”
Her eyelids fluttered.
He pushed her against the desk harder now and rubbed himself on her.
“That’s not punishment,” she whispered. “You’re aware of that, aren’t you?”
Smiling, he replied: “I’ll think of something.” He let her go abruptly. “And now get down on your knees.”
“Wh … hey!” She protested as he pushed her down by her shoulders. Her face was now at the same height as his crotch. Philipp worked on his pants and pulled out his cock.
She stared up at him.
“Do you remember what it tastes like?”
When she opened her mouth to answer him, he reached his hand into her hair and pulled her head towards his body. He slid his cock into her wet, warm mouth without resistance. In. And. Out.
Caprice moaned and the sound vibrated his shaft. The suction she created with her mouth had a quick effect. He had a strong urge to squirt such a large wad into her throat that it made her choke. And she would have to swallow it all.
His imagination was now running at full speed. He could really see Caprice tied up on his office desk, naked and helpless, her legs spread. He would fuck her and come on top of her. Then he would fetch his colleagues, who would take their turns fucking her. She would have to screw one of them, satisfy another with her mouth, and another two with her hands, until she begged for mercy …
He quickly pulled out of her mouth. His penis was shiny from her saliva.
No, actually, he didn’t want to share her with anyone.
“Was that it?” she looked up at him subserviently, but her eyes had a naughty twinkle in them.
Damn, she was challenging him and he was about to come. He had to cool down!
“Get up,” he said as imperiously as he could.
She obeyed him once more.
Philipp turned her around by her shoulders and pulled down her zipper to her buttocks. Black lace underwear appeared. Caprice was wearing a sinful string thong that accentuated her firm butt cheeks beautifully.
His cock twitched once more. He would’ve loved to thrust in between these two ample cheeks. Everything on her body was round and firm. Caprice wasn’t a skinny rake, but a real woman. And there was something about her that attracted him to her. Every time they crossed paths, he couldn’t tear his eyes away from her. This wasn’t just because of her looks, her temper, and her big cheeky mouth. No, there was something else between them. As if there was an invisible connection between them on a deeper level. He could see it in her eyes. There was recognition in them, and wonder.
He slid the straps from her shoulders but had to assist with pulling the outfit down over her curves. When it finally lay at their feet and she stepped from the fabric, Philipp swallowed hard. Her body was pure temptation. No wonder that no man could resist her.
“Where is your payback, Phil?” she purred seductively and walked around him with swaying hips.
Use your brain, he warned himself, but his mental functions were pretty much incapacitated. His thoughts could only focus on how he would ravage this minx.
When she tottered past him once more, he grabbed her upper arms, turned her around and pushed her body against the windowpane so that she was facing the street. Poking out of his pants, his naked cock buried itself between her butt cheeks.
Caprice’s cheek was touching the window and her breath fogged up the glass.
Philipp opened her bra and pulled it down, so that her naked breasts were now pressed against the window too. Were her nipples contracting because they were touching the cold glass? They had probably already been erect beforehand.
He brushed her hair aside and licked her ear. “Everyone can see you,” he whispered. “Maybe somebody is watching us right now from that building opposite.”
Moaning, Caprice closed her eyes.
Dammit, that seemed to be a turn on for her!
He reached behind him, pulled a pair of scissors from the drawer and unceremoniously cut through the string of her thong.
She opened her eyes wide. “Hey, that was fucking expensive!”
“What goes around, comes around,” he murmured against her temple and ripped her panties off.
Philipp looked down at the street. Coincidentally, a young man was standing down there and taking a photo of the high rise with his cellphone. Philipp could hardly believe the fortuitous coincidence.
“Look, tomorrow you’ll be front page news.”
The guy was most probably not taking a picture of Caprice, but of the publisher’s gigantic and impressive X-PRESS logo, but she didn’t have to know that.
Philipp pushed her harder against the windowpane. He was stronger than her but she could have resisted. Yet she didn’t. The little minx liked to be watched!
A hard-bitten woman like her just couldn’t be rattled.
He let go of her and she withdrew, but remained at the window. He quickly pulled out his chair and lifted Caprice’s leg. “I want to take you like this.” He put her foot on the chair’s seat. “Now the guy down there can really see everything.”
From behind, Philipp caressed her feminine, slightly rounded stomach, and then her pubic mound. Her labia were as soft as warm velvet. They felt so incredibly tender and vulnerable. Between them, she was soaking wet.
“Maybe he’s zooming in right now. Then he can get a close-up of how horny you are.” He pushed one of his fingers into her, then a second one, while he crouched and pushed his cock back between her butt cheeks. Caprice tilted her head back. Her lips were slightly ajar and shim
mered seductively. He would’ve loved to press his mouth on hers to taste it.
As he fingered her, her moaning grew louder. Philipp looked over her shoulder to gaze at her breasts, which jiggled in time with the up and down movement of his hand. Her nipples had contracted. He would’ve loved to suck on them until she screamed in pleasurable anguish. He pulled his hand back and then put his fingers in her mouth.
“Clean up,” He demanded quietly.
She obeyed him without resistance. Her tongue snaked around his fingers and licked off her juices.
Caprice was a devoted woman. But he had experienced her other side too: dominant, unrelenting. She obviously knew how to take on both roles. As did he. They were really damn similar.
In the meantime, the young guy had moved on and the game they’d been playing by the window had lost some of its allure, but Caprice was sucking on his fingers just like she sucked on his cock last time. The sensation shot all the way into his groin.
He just really wanted to fuck her. No, he had to, he noticed, after a quick glance at his watch. He had a meeting in half an hour, dammit!
He slowly pulled his fingers out of her mouth, let them graze her sinfully curved lips, going deeper and encircling her nipples, making them wet.
She submitted to it all unquestioningly. Was she truly regretful or was she playing with him, because she just was always hungry for more sex?
Or did she maybe have a thing for him too?
His pulse pounded all the way into his head. Philipp willed himself to stop thinking anymore about it. A woman like Caprice didn’t commit. On top of that, one man couldn’t satisfy her. He alone would never be enough.
But for now she was here, and belonged to only him. How far was she willing to go? Philipp dared to take the next step and opened his tie, which he only wore to the office. He used it to tie her wrists together behind her back. The knot wouldn’t hold if she put up a fight, but the mere sight of it was stoking his arousal.
Philipp pulled her away from the window to his desk, pushed papers and pens aside, and pressed her upper body onto the desktop. Good thing he had such a huge office desk.
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