ROMANCE: SPORTS ROMANCE: Tight End (Bad Boy Football Romance) (New Adult Alpha Male Sports Romance)

by Carly White

  When he wanted more than some hot kisses and touching, she realized that even in her state, she still didn’t want that from anyone else but Carl. She excused herself and Jimmy was left with a hard-on and a shocked face. Finding Debra in a similar position, she saved her from her one night stand that Fiona was still sober enough to see was not the Fabio that her friend thought he was.

  They made it back home and Fiona passed out, tired and not used to drinking. She set her alarm for the morning and she went to bed thinking of Carl and what working with him would be like.

  ***

  “Come on Fiona. It’s seven thirty and you’ve got to get up.”

  Fiona mumbled to Debra, turning over and covering her face. Her head was pounding and the light blinded her eyes when she tried to open them. “It’s not that late, is it?”

  “Yes, your alarm clock has been going off for an hour.”

  Fiona cursed and sat up, checking the clock to make sure that Debra wasn’t messing with her. She was late and it would take twenty minutes to get to the Castroy main building. She got up and ran to the shower. She didn’t have time to wash her hair, but she had to rinse off the night before at least. Fiona grabbed clothes and jerked them on. She forgot several things, but she just brushed her hair and ran out the door. It was in traffic that she got to smooth her hair down, unable to put it up with the little time she had. Putting on a little eye makeup and lip gloss, she sighed to herself, it was as good as it was going to get, certainly not the first impression that she wanted to make.

  She parked as close as she could to the front and with only a couple of minutes to spare, she made it to the fifteenth floor as the papers had suggested. Fiona was expecting a receptionist or someone else to talk to about it, but it was Carl’s floor and he apparently had the whole thing. The elevator opened up into a large, open room. There were a couple of smaller desks to one side, but the large desk facing the opened doors is what caught her attention. The man sitting behind the desk certainly got her attention more than anything else.

  “Morning Fiona. You’re late.”

  “Sorry Sir.” Her eyes flicked to the clock and it said she was two minutes late. Surely he couldn’t be upset about that. “I wasn’t sure if I was supposed to meet with the accounting team or what, but this is where the paper said to go.”

  “You are in the right place Fiona, but I would like to get your tardiness out of the way.”

  It was two minutes, not twenty. “I like to take care of issues immediately, as soon as they arise.”

  She nodded, though the conversation was making her uncomfortable. He was acting like she had broken a mortal sin, his eyes dark. “Come here Fiona.”

  Fiona walked forward, her hand moving from her hair that she was twirling in her fingers. It was a habit that came when she was nervous and every time she was around him, Fiona felt butterflies in her stomach. Stopping in front of the desk, she had the feeling that she was going to be scolded in some way.

  “I expect all employees to be prompt for their duties.”

  The place didn’t open till nine, but she didn’t mention that. “I want your panties.”

  She kind of smiled for a second. “What is with you and my panties?”

  He didn’t crack a smile, all serious. Fiona should have walked away, it was highly inappropriate, but she didn’t want to. She wanted to shock him as he seemed to be like shocking her so much. “I can’t do that Sir.”

  “It’s Carl, no need for Sir. Why not?”

  “Because I don’t have any on.”

  His face jerked a little and his eyes got darker as he looked at her. She watched him swallow hard and take his time back up to her eyes. “Why?”

  “I forgot them.”

  “I don’t believe you.”

  She pulled her skirt up and then down quickly, flashing him a bit of her bareness. “You still haven’t given me back the last pair anyways. It was not included in the pay packet.”

  Fiona was trying to remind him that he was her boss, not a boyfriend. “I think there is room for those types of expenditures.”

  “There is Sir, but I am not sure you will find it on my duties as your actuary.”

  “Surely you have done the math.”

  “So you don’t want me for a job?”

  “I do, but your duties will include far more than statistics.”

  He had gotten up from behind the desk and was walking towards her. Her body shivered slightly, but she didn’t let him know how he affected her. “And what other duties are those Sir?”

  “It’s Carl, Fiona. And I think you are testing me.”

  She turned around as he came up behind her. Carl had the barest hint of a grin on his face, paired with intense dark eyes that bored into her. “Not at all. I already did that and now I want to reap the benefits of finding you.”

  He didn’t make sense, but she had long since stopped listening to his words. He was so close to her and again, she wanted the kiss. Fiona knew that he wasn’t going to give her one though, he like leaving her out to dry as he toyed with her.

  Chapter 7

  Carl’s hands touched her cheek softly and then moved to her hair. He had a fascination with it, the way the light caught it and the feel of the silky strands in his fingers. Forgetting why he was in front of her for a moment, he looked down at her, her lips trembling as she waited.

  He moved to kiss her, dying to do it again since the last time they had been that close. Fiona’s lips were soft and yielding to him. Carl groaned and pressed against her. Her body was just as soft and yielding as her lips, melting against him as he pressed into her.

  Pulling back, he whirled her around, pressing her front down to the desk. Her ass moved up, rubbing against his hardness. His hand held her down for some time, until her own movements pushed against his hardness in a slow, steady pace. His hands moved to either side of her hips and became more focused in his thrusting against her. He pulled away before he forgot himself again.

  Hiking up her skirt, her bare ass came into view and he groaned. His hand went to her cheek, rubbing the shaking flesh with his palms. Her head came up as he pulled back and then slapped her cheek hard. Carl saw her hands grip the edge of the desk for a moment longer than she had to. “Dammit Carl, what are you doing?”

  He answered her with another smack on her ass that made her cry out. It was just too sudden, the change in sensation and then he was gone, moving back to his seat like nothing had happened. “Just be on time Fiona. There are reports to go through on your desk over there. Let me know if you need anything.”

  She stood there for a few seconds, staring back at him while she got up. Fiona pulled her skirt down and turned towards the desks that she had seen when she first came in. This was her first day at work and it was nothing that she had expected. How could she think it would have turned into that?

  Her ass still burned slightly as she took her seat and Fiona knew that her cheeks must be blazing red. She stared at the numbers in front of her, all in perfect little rows, but she couldn’t really see them, the typing blurring together as her eyes closed for a moment. She kept asking herself, then and through the day, what the hell had she gotten herself into?

  ***

  Fiona was always early, the boss’ incentive to keep her there on time had paid off and Fiona was sometimes there before he was, having to wait for him to unlock the place. She had only half days most of the time, still having to go to her afternoon classes, but it was never like the first time. Carl still had the dark lust in his eyes, but there was no speaking of it and his actions were always professional. She started to wonder why the sudden change and she found herself missing his touch, wishing he would touch her again, even if it was a firm slap on the ass.

  “Fiona.”

  “Sir?”

  His jaw set as he gritted his teeth. She still didn’t like to call him by his name and it was partly because it seemed to bother him. Maybe Fiona was doing it without realizing it, with the goal that he w
ould touch her again.

  “It’s Carl. Fiona. I keep looking for my father when you say that.”

  “Sorry. What did you need Carl?”

  “I need you to finish that report for the meeting Monday.”

  She nodded. “Yeah I was just going to take it home for a bit and email it to you later this evening.”

  “That doesn’t suit me. Finish it here and then leave it on my desk.”

  “Yes Sir.”

  He walked away a little stiff and she stifled her amusement from his discomfort. But her mirth was gone quickly as she sat back down. She had to call Debra and tell her that she wasn’t going to be able to make it to the party.

  “You said you were going to be there. I want you to meet Eddy. You are really going to like him.”

  “I’ve got to finish these reports and then I will be there as soon as I can. Promise.”

  “Fine but remember, you promised.”

  Fiona made the same promise again and got back to work when she hung up. It took her two more hours to get everything done and printed. She walked to his desk and set it down on there. He was long gone and it still irked her that he wouldn’t let her go and her bothered her even more that he didn’t seem like he wanted to add any other duties to her list of things to do. Fiona was getting bored with numbers.

  She did something she knew she shouldn’t, but it just occurred to her before she left. It was completely out of spite, but it made her smile to think about what he would do when he found her extra part of the report. It was not like her, spending most of her days being square, but with Carl, it was different and she didn’t want it to stop. She had to remind him of what he really wanted.

  Chapter 7

  Carl was early to work morning. It was Saturday, but he was always there on the weekends. A business owner usually didn’t have the luxury of two whole days off a week. And to Carl, it just seemed to be a waste of time. There were very few things that he would rather do than make money, though he was reminded of one when he got to work.

  Everything was in order, the alarms on and the lights out, but when he got to the top floor and closer to his desk, he saw something red on top of it. He couldn’t figure out what it was until he got closer and then he just stopped several feet before he got there. It was her panties, set on top of her report. He didn’t have to guess who’s they were, he knew. But why she had done it remained a mystery to him. There was no note to help him out, but it was hers as he felt the thin fabric. Who else would have the nerve but Fiona?

  He wanted to call her, to go to her, but Carl had work to do. It was a strange feeling though, to want someone so much. It had been a long time since he had looked forward so much to Monday morning. Fiona dominated his thoughts through the weekend and he had to stop himself several times from calling her, making her come in and give him what he wanted.

  Sunday night Carl was restless and since nothing else gave him any pleasure, he went about tracking her down. Her roommate said that she was still at work and he didn’t realize what she meant. “You know, the library.”

  Carl didn’t know she was still working there and he wondered why. Did she have one foot in and one foot out, not sure how it would work out between them? The thought bothered him and he decided not to go find her. He didn’t want to push too far too fast, afraid then that she would just quit and go somewhere else. Carl didn’t like the idea that he would actually lose her and even thinking that bothered him in a way.

  He went home instead, sulking about what was going on. Carl was not used to feeling out of control of pretty much anything, especially not some young, smart-mouthed girl. She was testing him and it was unfamiliar territory for him.

  ***

  Monday morning came and Fiona was surprised that she hadn’t heard from Carl all weekend. She started to worry that someone else had found her surprise or he was going to find them minutes before she got in. She dressed carefully, making sure to put on all the proper things and keep her dress conservative. Fiona also went back to her tight bun, feeling more put together in her usually clothes. She had made some changes to her wardrobe for Carl, but she was back to her bookish ways a week later.

  She was early as usual and the doors were already unlocked. Fiona thought she would be nervous, but she wasn’t. When the elevator dinged and the doors opened, it was hard not to see Carl sitting at his desk looking back at her. “Good morning Fiona. I see you have made it a point to be on time since, I appreciate that.”

  “No problem, I really am not usually a tardy person.” She also usually wasn’t a wanton woman that left her panties for other men, especially her boss, but there she was doing it.

  “The reports looked good, thank you for taking the time to finish them for me. The deal went through because of your figures.”

  Fiona nodded, waiting for him to mention more. What about the panties? Did he get them or did one of the janitors? She just didn’t know and the anticipation was killing her.

  “Did you need something Fiona?”

  She shook her head. “No Carl, I do not.”

  Her face was red as she walked to her desk. The weather outside was drizzling and it seemed about right, matching her mood. She had expected so much more, but nothing was not what she had expected at all. Fiona was starting to think that he was just fucking with her.

  She waited for something to change or for him to finally address the issues, but Carl left out around eleven and she had classes that afternoon, so she didn’t see him again. For the next few days, he didn’t come in at all when she was in and Fiona didn’t know what to say about it. She had expected something more, but instead there was nothing. No reaction whatsoever.

  Friday rolled around again and she was surprised that the doors were locked. It was five minutes till and usually someone was in by then. Waiting outside in front of the building, it was almost ten minutes later when another key holder came in and Fiona got in behind him. She took the elevator, thinking it was going to be just another day at work. She didn’t have classes, so she was there all day. Not only did she have a report to do, but Debra had set her up with one of her friends so she was ready to tackle the day and leave at a decent time.

  She was not expecting to see Carl there when she got in, especially since the door had been locked. She started when she seen him and then moved towards her desk without even a good morning.

  “Fiona, can you come here?”

  “Sure.” Fiona walked back to his desk and stopped, waiting for some extra work she was sure he was going to heap on her.

  “You are late Fiona.”

  “Yes, but the doors were locked…” She stopped giving an excuse and just nodded her head instead to finish the sentence. The way he looked at her, it seemed that he had done it on purpose, giving himself a reason.

  “You know there has to be consequences. Did you remember your panties today?”

  Fiona said she did. “Good then give them to me. I will add them to my growing collection.”

  She turned a little pink, but her heat raced. That is what she wanted, to feel him against her again. Fiona did as he commanded, his voice taking on a rough edge the longer he spoke. It made her wonder if he had been thinking about it as much as she had.

  Her heart skipped a little with the idea of it. Fiona pulled her skirt up enough to grab the black strings, pulling it down as she bent over. “I guess I need to buy more.”

  “I’ve already done that for you. Put these on.”

  They felt heavier, but she wasn’t sure what was different about them. When she felt the hard piece of metal against her clit, she gasped a little.

  “Do you like them?”

  She nodded her head, waiting for more but then she was dismissed after he tossed her panties in one of the bottom drawers. The underwear was a bit uncomfortable and it felt strange to have them on. Not only because he had given them to her, but because of the way they fit and pressed against her in a very delicious way. What was he playing at?

  C
hapter 8

  Fiona ignored Carl who was talking on the phone and then moved to the conference room for a meeting. She was trying to focus on her work to get out of there on time, though it was hard not to think about Carl when he was so close to her. Just a few feet away, but it might as well have been a mile for all the good it was doing to her. Leaning over to grab something out of her purse, the panties came to life suddenly, the round metal plate vibrating against her quim.

  She bit her lip and closed her eyes tight. It all made sense then and Fiona was almost to the point of coming when it stopped just as suddenly as it started. Her breathing took time to get back to normal, her mind shattered, waiting for it to buzz again. Carl was also out of the office and she didn’t see him again until right before lunch as she was going to the elevator.

  “Going home for lunch?” He didn’t want her going home and taking care of herself before he could get what he wanted from her.

  “No, I was just going to go pick something up.”

  “Why don’t you join me?”

  “Okay.”

  Fiona followed him downstairs to his car and got in after he opened the door. She had almost forgotten about the jacked up panties until they turned on all of a sudden while he was walking around the car. He opened the door and got in before he turned them off again with a small control in his hands. Carl got hard watching her face in pleasure, wanting to push the button again and finish her off right then.

  She finally got her breathing under control, but still didn’t have the nerve to look at him. “Do you like them?”

  Fiona wiggled in her seat, trying to get the damn metal circle away from her clit that was burning and sensitive. She had been close to an end that had been weeks in the making. Biting her lip, she looked out the window next to her. They came on again, but not long enough to give her release, just long enough to push her teetering body closer to the edge and then nothing.

  “Well?”

  “Please turn them back on. Just for a few seconds. That’s all I need.”