by Maggie Way
“Charmed,” she said with a forced smiled. Her eyes went up and down me. She crinkled her perfect nose, as if I were a dog that had just dropped a turd in front of her.
“Nice to meet you,” I said. I should have said “charmed” back, but who the fuck says charmed?
“Miss Hart is a new hire,” Cameron said with a proud smile, as if he had recruited me himself. “A Wharton grad, top of her class.”
“How nice,” Monique said. She let the sarcastic smile drop as she moved to take Cameron’s arm and tugged him close. “Darling, we need to take our seats. The auction starts in a few minutes and I want to spend an obscene amount of your money.”
“Why don’t you spend your father’s money?” Cameron asked, narrowing his eyes at the gorgeous woman clinging to his arm like it was the ship’s mast in a storm.
“Oh don’t worry, daddy’s bank account will take a dip tonight as well.” She shot me a condescending look. “I believe we should support people less fortunate than ourselves. Don’t you, Miss…”
“Hart,” I said, gritting my teeth behind a smile so the words that were on the tip of my tongue didn’t burst forth and slap her in the face. She tightened her grip on Cameron’s arm, as if she were afraid he might escape.
“I’ll be right there,” Cameron said, prying her off his arm and looking to Mitchell for support. “Mitch, escort Monique back to the table, please.”
Monique’s eyes shot daggers into mine for a moment, then she took Mitchell’s arm and let him escort her to her seat.
“My apologies,” Cameron said. “She’s actually a very nice person.”
“No, she’s not.” I said it before my brain could stop my mouth. When I realized what I’d said, my eyes grew wide and I gave Cameron a horrified look. To my everlasting relief, he was smiling.
“You’re right, she’s not,” Cameron said. His eyes went slowly around my face. “Not like you.”
Then he did something totally unexpected. He put a hand on my arm and leaned in to kiss me on the cheek. I felt the heat from his lips as it rushed through my body like a raging river. I felt moisture in my panties. My nipples came alive, as if they’d been jolted by electricity.
“I have to go buy things I don’t need,” he said, the hand still on my arm, moving up and down now. “Can I see you afterward?”
“Uh… sure…” I don’t know why I said it or even what it meant. Can I see you afterward? Does he mean after he buys crap he doesn’t need or after the event or after he ditches his bitchy girlfriend? I didn’t know what it meant. I didn’t know what I wanted it to mean. I certainly didn’t think he was hitting on me. I mean, why would he want me when he had Monique Ells? What red-blooded hot-as-hell guy would want baloney when he already had steak?
Cameron leaned in and kissed my cheek again, then headed toward the table. Across the room, I could feel Monique’s eyes burning into me like red dots from a sniper’s rifle.
I was suddenly shaking. My breath came in huffs. My heart was pounding so hard you could literally see it pulsating beneath the thin fabric of the dress. I set the Coke on the bar and went to find the ladies room.
I could hear the auction over the loud speaker as I sat in a stall wiping myself off with tissue. I hadn’t peed on myself. It was my juice, flowing from my pussy like a hard rain on a sweltering summer day.
The feel of Cameron’s hand on my arm and lips on my cheek had driven my body nearly to the point of orgasm. I was thinking about diddling myself right there on the toilet when I heard the restroom door open and close.
I dabbed the tissue against my damp cunt once more, then dropped the wad into the toilet and flushed. I stood up to wiggle the black lace panties into place, then took a deep breath and opened the stall door. Monique Ells was standing there with her hands on her hips and a hateful look in her eyes.
“Oh, hi,” I said, going to the sink to wash my hands.
“You’re not the first you know,” Monique said. She moved in close and spoke to me in a hushed tone. I could smell the expensive champagne on her breath. “He’s fucked so many of you little company whores that I’ve lost count. You’re just the next one in a very long line.”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” I said, picking up a towel to dry my hands. You know a place is ritzy if the ladies room has real cloth towels.
“I didn’t mind Cameron fucking around while we were just dating,” she said, narrowing her eyes at me. “But now that we are officially engaged, he is off the market. Do you understand what I’m saying?”
I mustered a polite smile. “I understand completely, but I’m not here to fuck anyone. I was told that all the new employees would be here tonight. I just came because I thought I had to.”
She chuckled and shook her head. “Oh my god, you’re serious, aren’t you?”
I blinked at her. “I’m sorry?”
“You seriously think there are other new employees here? You are either the most naïve young woman I’ve ever met or you’re just plain stupid.”
She gave me a pitiful pout, like she felt sorry for me because I was such a helpless idiot.
“Dear girl, you’re here because Cameron wants to stick his cock into you. I’m here to tell you that’s not going to happen. His cock, all ten inches of it, belongs to me.” She took a step closer. Our noses were an inch apart. “Do you understand?”
I swallowed hard. My head nodded on its own. Was I naïve or stupid? Or had I thought that maybe Cameron Shaw was truly interested in me? Whatever, all I could think about at that moment was getting out of that restroom without having to punch Monique Ells in her perfect nose.
Monique took a step back and turned to the mirror over the sink. She took a lipstick from her handbag and painted her lips a deep crimson, the color of blood after the lioness slaughtered the lamb.
“You need to leave now,” she said without looking at me. “If you’re still here when I come out of the restroom I’ll have security throw you out.”
Chapter Seventeen
Cameron
Mitchell was right. What was I thinking, inviting Alex to the fundraiser knowing that Monique would be there?
Did I think Monique wouldn’t notice me fawning over Alex?
Did I think Alex was going to melt into my arms and fuck me in the coat room? Shit. I wasn’t sure what I was thinking, but when I spotted Monique coming out of the ladies’ room with a smug look on her face, I knew what had happened.
“I have to take a piss,” I said to Mitch.
He knew I was lying. “What? No! You can’t leave.”
“I’m going to take a piss,” I said again. “Keep Monique occupied for me and your Christmas bonus will be double this year.”
“I’m not sure it’s worth the headache,” Mitch said with a sigh.
Luckily, Monique stopped to chat with some fashion fucks she knew. I quickly got up from the table and rushed off in the opposite direction. I had to find Alex. I had to set things straight. I had to make her mine, no matter the cost.
My eyes searched around the room for Alex, but she was nowhere in sight. I rushed across the lobby and pushed open the doors. A heavy rain was falling. I looked up and down the street, but saw no sign of Alex.
I asked the kid manning the valet parking station if he’d seen a woman with long red hair and a black dress come by. He saw her heading toward the subway station up the street, four blocks down.
I called for my car and in less than a minute, the stretch limo pulled to the curb. “Drive toward the subway station,” I told the driver. “Stop if you see a drenched redhead.”
Two blocks down I spotted her on the sidewalk, trotting through the rain in the high heels with an old newspaper over her head. The driver pulled to the curb and I opened the door.
“Alex, get in!” I called.
She jumped when I called her name. She stopped and looked at me. The soaked newspaper wasn’t doing much to shield her from the rain. She was drenched from head to toe. I forced mys
elf not to smile.
“I don’t think that’s a very good idea,” she said.
“You’re getting soaked,” I said. “Get in, I’ll take you home.”
“And have your fiancé come after me? I don’t think so. I’m fine walking.”
She turned quickly and when she did, the heel of her right shoe broke and she stumbled to the hard sidewalk. I jumped out of the car and without asking, scooped her up into my arms and shoved her inside the limo and closed the door.
“I really can’t do this,” she said, wincing at the pain in her ankle. She was literally drenched. I took off my jacket and covered her with it.
“You can’t walk on that,” I said, reaching for her foot and pulling it into my lap. Her ankle was red, but I didn’t think anything was broken.
“Wiggle your toes,” I said. I didn’t realize that I was massaging her foot. Touching her was like flipping the switch that controlled the blood to my cock. I felt myself getting hard just watching her wiggle her toes. My cock nudged against her heel.
“It’s not broken,” I said formally, as if I had a clue if it was broken or not. “I think a little ice will do the trick.”
“I’m already freezing,” she said, tugging her foot from my grasp and pulling the coat up to her chin. “Do you have heat in this thing?”
She made me smile. She was so brutally honest, so unassuming, so unlike Monique and the other women I’d surrounded myself with over the years.
I adjusted the heat for her and nodded at the driver. “Just tell him your address?”
“That’s not necessary,” she said.
“Alex, you’re injured and you’re freezing,” I said, settling back into the seat next to her. “I’m not letting a Wharton grad ride the subway in this weather, so just give him your address, then hush and enjoy the ride.”
“Did you just tell me to hush?” she asked, grinning at me.
I smiled. “I suppose I just did.”
“Do you use the word hush often, Mr. Shaw?”
“No, honestly I don’t, Miss Hart.”
We smiled at each other. I didn’t know if it was the heat coming through the vents or the heat coming from our bodies, but slowly, the ice between us began to melt.
Chapter Eighteen
Alex
“This really isn’t necessary.”
“It’s no problem. Give me your key so I can unlock the door.”
“Okay, whoa, don’t drop me!”
“Never.”
Cameron managed to twist the keys in the various locks and pushed the door open with his toe. The apartment was dark. Vee was out for the night.
“You can set me down now.” I said the words, but I didn’t loosen the grip of my arms around his neck. I loved being in his arms. He was so strong, so masculine. So absolutely perfect.
As he carried me from the car into the apartment with the rain pelting down on us, I put my nose to his neck and inhaled his scent. My entire body went on high alert. My pussy felt as if someone had lit a fire deep inside it, burning away the veil of my virginity. My breasts swelled. My nipples ached. I had never been with a man before. In fact, other than my failed make-out sessions with Perry, this was the closet to a man I’d ever been.
Cameron lowered me to the floor and turned to lock the door behind us. I turned on the lamp and tried to think of something witty to say. I failed miserably, so I offered him a glass of the wine I knew Vee kept in the fridge.
“I’m not much of a drinker,” he said as he slicked the wet hair back from his face. He held out his damp hands. “I could use a towel if you have one handy.”
“Oh, yes, hang on!” I was as soaked as he was, but the heat coming from within my body fought off the chill. I hurried to the bathroom and came back with a big towel and handed it to him.
“Thanks,” he said with a smile. He dabbed the water from his face and hair and looked around the room. “This is where you live?” He didn’t say it judgmentally, but that’s how I took it.
“Maybe you should pay your junior analysts more so they could afford to live in a better place,” I said, flexing an eyebrow at him.
“You’re dripping,” he said.
I looked down in horror, thinking he meant I was dripping juices from my pussy, which would not have been that farfetched given that the heat radiating through my body was coming from my cunt.
God, I wanted this man inside me. I wanted him to be my first. I wanted him to shove his ten-inch cock (according to Monique) deep inside me. I wanted him to pop my cherry and rock my world. I know, insane. He has a freakin’ model waiting at home. Why would he want me? Unless… maybe Monique was telling the truth. Maybe he fucked all the new girls. Maybe this was part of the Shaw new employee orientation.
“Alex, you’re dripping,” he said again, nodding at the puddle of water that was forming beneath my bare feet. My dress and hair were soaked and I had left a trail of water all the way into the bathroom and back again.
“Oh, shit,” I said. “Um, make yourself comfortable while I change. I would offer you some dry clothes, but unless you can shimmy into that dress you sent over, I’m afraid you’re out of luck.”
He grinned at me. God, I loved making this man smile. “I’m fine. But I will get out of these clothes if you don’t mind. They are completely soaked.”
He unbuttoned his shirt. The sight of his muscular chest and abs nearly made me cum. His chest was covered in thick, dark curls. He took off the shirt and hung it over the radiator to dry, then took off his pants and socks and hung them next to the shirt. He stood there with nothing on but a pair of black boxers with a bulge in the front, drying himself off on the towel. I felt the fire that had been burning in my pussy become a raging inferno that spread throughout my body.
He caught me gawking at him. He smiled. I smiled. Then I ran into my bedroom and closed the door as a stream of juices overflowed my panties and ran down the insides of my thighs.
Chapter Nineteen
Alex
I wiggled out of the wet dress and underwear, then dried myself off on a towel that was lying on my bed. I was standing naked in front of the mirror, drying my hair with the towel, when I felt someone watching me. When I turned toward the door, Cameron was standing there with nothing on but a smile.
His long cock was fully erect. He had it in his right hand, stroking it slowly. The sight of it caused the breath to catch in my throat. I had seen lots of cocks in the dirty movies I watched, but never had I seen one in person. I wanted to touch it, to taste it, to feel it deep inside me.
Without a word, Cameron came into the room and closed the door. He took me into his arms. His cock pressed upward into my stomach. I could feel his balls against my bush. His arms went around me. His fingers kneaded my ass and pulled me into him.
“Alex…” he sighed, pressing his lips to mine. “I’ve wanted you since the moment I saw you.”
I gazed into his eyes as a thousand emotions began playing tug of war inside me. My pussy burned for him, but he was engaged to be married. I wanted his cock inside me, but that would be wrong. Monique said I was just the next in a long line of women he’d fucked, but I didn’t care.
I may be the next in line, but dammit, it was my turn.
I put up a pitiful defense as his tongue probed my mouth and his cock slid up and down against my stomach, leaving a little wet trail of juice. “But, you’re engaged.”
“It’s a business arrangement,” he said, his lips at my ear. “I want you, Alex. There’s no one else but you.”
I knew it was a lie, just a line a guy says when he wants to fuck you. But dammit, I wanted to fuck him, too; probably more than he wanted to fuck me. My desire for him overrode all logic and morality. I said, “You are my first, Cameron. Teach me what to do.”
Chapter Twenty
Cameron
“You’re a virgin?” I pulled back from her lips and looked deeply into Alex’s blue eyes. I could see a wonderful combination of lust and fear staring bac
k at me.
“Yes,” she said breathlessly. “I want you to be my first. I want you to teach me what you like. I want you to do everything to me and I’ll do everything to you. Just, go slowly.”
Oh. My. God. What did I ever do to deserve this!
“I’ll go slowly,” I said, kissing her gently on the lips as my cock slid against her stomach. I tightened the grip on her ass and lifted her up. Her legs went around my waist and her pussy ended up straddling my cock. I whispered in her ear. “Let’s get you hot and juicy first.”
“Yes,” she sighed into my ear. “Please do.”
I carried Alex to the bed and she lay back on the pillows. I stood at the foot of the bed looking at her naked body for the first time. She had flawless, pale skin and freckles across the tops of her large, round boobs. Her areolas were a dark shade of pink and her nipples were stiff and thick. She had a neatly-trimmed bush of red curls and when she spread her legs, her moist, pink pussy beckoned to me.
No man had ever entered her before.
This was true virgin territory.
I would be her first and I would set the bar high.
She would judge all men who came after me by this night.
I swore to myself that I would make it the most amazing night of her life. I already knew it was going to be one of the most amazing nights of mine.
Chapter Twenty-One
Alex
I held my breath as Cameron lay me on the bed. I spread my legs so he could get full view of the prize that awaited him. He stood at the foot of the bed, letting his eyes go over my body.