by Kat T. Masen
I stood up and walked to the window. Placing my arm against the glass, I leaned on it for support. “There was someone I needed to see here, someone who meant a lot to me once upon a time.”
Kate looked at me, bewildered. Yes that’s right Lex Edwards actually had a heart. He wasn’t born a cold hearted prick. “Um, sure, OK... I...uh... How long do you expect to stay here with her?” She stumbled on her words as she tried to comprehend what I had said.
“I don’t know. It’s complicated.”
“I understand. I’ll organize for you to be set up here indefinitely. Would you like me to assist you here or fly back to London and be you point of contact there?” She quickly jotted down notes. I seriously needed to give her a pay rise.
“Let’s play it by ear. Can you get the office here fast-tracked? With any designing aspects please liaise with my sister.”
She finished writing her notes and packed up her laptop, then advised me she would work on everything immediately. As she began to walk out of the suite, I called her name. “Yes, sir?”
“I apologize that I left you to deal with the aftermath of me not attending that meeting.” I couldn’t believe I was apologizing, especially to an employee. Lex Edwards did not apologize for anything or to anyone. I continued to gaze out the window, at the city below.
“Was she worth it, sir?”
I stood there fixating, unable to deal with all the emotions that came with having Charlotte back in my life. I controlled everything I did, and usually everyone around me. I just couldn’t comprehend that everything I had grown accustomed to was slowly slipping away. I was scared of losing control. I was terrified that she was holding on to every piece of me and with just one flinch, she would break me.
“She always was,” I sighed.
…
I sorted through my emails trying my best to organize meetings, respond to urgent requests and read through contracts. My cell started to ring—Adriana. I needed a fucking different ring tone for her, one that sang “you are an annoying little sister.”
“What do you want?” I answered flatly.
“Nice way to greet your only sister. Listen, I had some pieces sent to your office here and I need you to approve them ASAP.”
“Adriana, I’m exhausted and I have so much work to do. I’m sure it’s fine. I trust your judgment.” I didn’t have any fight left in me. My emails were piling up and I’d have to haul some serious ass if I wanted to get through this.
“It sounds to me like you need a breather. Look, the office is a ten-minute cab ride from the Waldorf. Please go have a look. Anything you don’t want needs to be returned first thing in the morning.”
I hadn’t left the suite all day. As much as I nagged Charlotte to take a break, I couldn’t find the time either. Thankfully she was busy too but it disappointed me that I didn’t get to taste her today. I agreed to go but told Adriana to stop nagging me for the rest of the night.
As I took the cab to the office, my mind drifted off to last night, specifically the elevator. How could I not stop the elevator? As she bowed her head with a smirk on her face, I pressed the button. She knew why and she was more than ready. I lifted her up against the wall and pushed her panties aside. Within seconds I slid my cock inside her. She roughly tugged on my hair while smashing her lips on mine.
“Make me come again, Lex. Fuck me hard!” she screamed.
I spread her ass cheeks, gripping onto them tight as I slammed into her harder. She was so fucking wet. She had already come twice tonight plus I had already blown inside her. The sound of my cock pounding her pussy was sending me over the edge.
“Lex,” she murmured.
With my head buried in her neck, the sound of her calling my name was like heaven on Earth. The smell of her skin was intoxicating; I constantly found myself inhaling the air around her. It was like a sweet floral smell mixed with sweat. Sweat that she was covered in because I was fucking her so hard.
“Lex, look at me,” she demanded.
I looked into her eyes; the depths of chocolate brown were full of lust, desire, and something else I couldn’t quite decipher.
“Always look at me when you are fucking me,” she commanded.
Well fuck me, that sent me hurling into a fucking orgasmic finish. I don’t know how long I came for but it felt like hours. Then I slowly pulled myself out and grabbed her body as she stood there, legs shaking. We fixed our clothing, then I pressed the stop button again to activate the lift.
“I thought you had to be in London?” She smirked.
I adjusted my tie, the grin on my face obvious. “My plans changed.” I didn’t let onto the fact that I was in deep shit for the spontaneous decision I made.
“For how long?”
I could almost see a hint of hope in her eyes as she waited on my response. “Indefinitely.”
I broke out of the trip down memory lane, annoyed that the cab was at a standstill due to the peak hour traffic. Irritated, I texted Adriana one profanity after another. The sound of my email kept pinging, and I reluctantly opened my inbox.
* * *
From: Victoria Preston
Subject: Proposal Declined
Sent: September 26, 2012 6:39 PM
To: Lex Edwards
Mr. Edwards,
Without your attendance at the meeting yesterday, Preston Enterprises has reluctantly declined your proposal. Given the importance of this contract, your lack of presence raised questions regarding your commitment with our development team.
I understand that you are in New York City. My schedule requires me to fly in for meetings tomorrow morning. Should you wish to discuss this further, I will be at the Waldorf at midday. I strongly suggest you have your proposal ready for me to re-evaluate in your presence should you still want our business.
Victoria Preston
Executive Director
Preston Enterprises
* * *
Victoria Preston was one hell of a manipulative ball-breaking bitch. Of course we wanted that contract; it was worth ten million dollars. I avoided dealing with her after her attempt to seduce me at the last governor’s ball in London. She was a spoiled brat born with a silver spoon in her mouth. I pinched the bridge of my nose knowing there was no way I could get out of meeting with her. It infuriated me that she was staying in the same hotel. I knew this was no coincidence. I quickly responded to her email and mentally prepared myself for a long night ahead. We had a lot riding on this, the reality of which was settling in.
As I quickly rode the elevator up to the floor that was to be our new office, my cell buzzed. No fucking shit, it was Adriana. I clenched the handset ready to have it out with her.
“Fucking hell, Adriana, I’m here!” I answered furiously.
“And what do you think?” she calmly asked.
I walked through the doors, my cell still glued to my ear. I abruptly stopped at the entrance to my office. I couldn’t believe what I saw. “Adriana, I need to go.” I ended the call not even waiting for a response.
Sitting in my enormous leather chair was Charlotte, dressed in a trench coat, pantyhose and those famous Louboutins. My cock stirred at the sight of the trench coat. I was hoping it was just like in the movies: nothing underneath. Her legs were crossed and I could just barely get a glimpse of the garters around her thigh.
She stood up and slowly walked over to me. I was speechless and hard as fucking hell, quite possibly ready to blow in my pants like some horny fifteen-year-old boy at any moment. The look on my face would have been priceless; I was never left speechless. Grabbing my hand, she pulled me over to the desk, then sat me down in the chair and stood in front of me. I ached to reach out and run my hands along her smooth skin, but I waited.
“This is the thing, Mr. Edwards. I don’t appreciate unexpected visitors in my office. Gestures like that will lead to serious punishment.”
I couldn’t resist; I raised my hand and placed it on her thigh. Slowly sliding it down, I made my way under the coat and cup
ped her perfect ass. “I’m all for following rules,” I teased.
She undid the knot in her belt, opening the coat. Underneath it she wore a strapless black corset with the garters attached to her pantyhose. The fabric of her French-cut panties so sheer, I could see the moisture building up against the fabric. I was mute. My girl was fucking wet as hell waiting for me. As I pulled the coat off her shoulders, she straddled me in the chair.
“Let me think of ways you need to be punished…hmmm.” She slowly grinded against my cock. I had both of my hands on her ass, caressing them hard as I struggled to compose myself. “My problem is that every time I sit at my desk at work, I am reminded of what you did to me. As you can imagine, being the workaholic I am, it seems to have interfered with my work. So I think it’s only fair that if I have to deal with that, then so should you.”
She slowly stood up and sat on my desk. She slid back and opened her legs wide in front of me, then she slid her fingers down, slowly rubbing her clit in circles. This is gonna kill me. Watching me watching her, she pushed the fabric aside making contact with her bare flesh. She whimpered as she sped up, arching her back as she slid her fingers into her wet pussy. Fuck me dead. I quickly undid my pants, releasing my cock. I stroked it slowly as I watched her, savoring every moment. Her eyes hungrily watched my cock as I increased my strokes, spreading the pre-cum all over my hands. She took her fingers out of her pussy and tasted them one by one. It killed me. I roughly pulled her towards me, crushing my lips against hers. I turned her over; I couldn’t wait anymore. With her ass in my full view, I spread her legs as far as I could and slammed my cock into her. I knew I was rough but this is how she wanted it. She groaned as my cock went in deeper. I fucking wanted all of her.
“I want you, baby. All of you,” I whispered in her ear.
She knew what I wanted and goddammit she was more than willing. She moaned as I whispered the words, pushing her ass further into me. The sound pushing me over the edge, I was barely holding on trying to concentrate on not blowing my load right now… Slowing, I composed myself and became more in control of the movements.
I leaned over, my cock still inside her. I pushed her hair aside, my lips against her ear. I remained still for a moment, listening to her heartbeat, admiring the glow of sweat that lingered on her skin. Her breath slowed but I knew she was anxious. I could feel how tight her pussy was wrapped around my cock. She was almost there, holding back just like me, wanting to take this further.
“You want me, Charlotte. You want my cock to touch every part of your body. You want to scream my name in your dreams, wake up achingly sore, remember how hard I made you come so that no one will ever fuck your little pussy or ass again but me.”
Her body shook as I said the words. I didn’t need to do it; she pulled my cock out of her pussy and rubbed it against her ass. I slowly slid myself in as she rubbed her clit. I knew I needed to take this slow until I was given the green light. Her ass was so fucking tight that I knew I wouldn’t last long either. She moved slowly, gaining speed which sent me into a frenzy. I was doing everything in my power to hold back, take it slow and not hurt her but then she started slamming her ass into me harder. With every thrust I clenched, trying to last as long as possible, pulling on her hair as I told her how good she felt, how good she always felt. Her body started to tense, and I knew she was close.
“Lex…please…fuck me…harder…” Her pleas were cut short as I felt those familiar contractions which only added to my pleasure. As I came inside her, I shouted a string of profanities, incoherent as I rode the orgasm out.
Both of us remained silent, catching our breath from the intense fuck. I slid my cock out slowly, rubbing the small of her back as I did so. She collapsed on my desk, causing me to laugh.
“What’s so funny?” she asked as she reached for her coat.
“Can’t handle the intense workout?” I teased as I buttoned up my pants.
“I’ll have you know that I do Yoga and Zumba, and I run most days.”
I pulled her into me. Her face was flushed a beautiful shade of pink. I kissed her softly, a far cry from the usual intensity that passed between us. Her lips felt soft, and her tongue caressed mine slowly before she abruptly pulled away.
“Lex, we are just fucking. Friends with benefits, fuck buddies, whatever you want to call it.”
I didn’t have the strength right now to argue. If that’s what she wanted then I would let her believe that’s all it was. I knew better than that. Charlotte didn’t do fuck buddies, she wasn’t that type. She didn’t hide her feelings well. However, the question still remained: Why was she still with him? Why is she still marrying him? So what, the fucker took her to movies and dinner and shit, but she was mine. She just needed to realize it.
“If that’s what you want, Miss Mason.”
After, as we stood on the sidewalk, I asked her what plans she had for the rest of the night.
“Just chill out and read,” she said. “I need to be up at the ass crack of dawn tomorrow. You?”
“Work, of course. Pulling an all-nighter. Feel free to join me if you get lonely.”
“I’ll keep that in mind,” she replied, looking amused.
As she said goodbye, I grabbed her one more time. Kissing her deeply I wanted to let her know exactly how much I needed her. I felt the resistance once again. I let it go...for now. She hailed the next cab that drove past and waved goodbye. As soon as I got back into my suite, I text Adriana.
Looks like I owe you a big apology.
None needed, big bro. Glad you are happy again. Love you.
As we finished texting, I turned on my laptop and worked on the proposal for Victoria. It was nearly two o’clock when I finished. Exhausted, I had a quick shower and climbed into bed, my eyes dozing off immediately.
My body clock woke me up at five but instead of sleeping in, I changed into my sweats and went for a run. By eight o’clock, I had finished my run, had a quick weights session at the gym, ate breakfast, showered, got changed and finished up the proposal for Victoria. I decided to send Charlotte an email since I had some time to kill, plus I fucking missed her.
* * *
From: Lex Edwards
Subject: Exercise Regime
Sent: September 27, 2012 8:15 AM
To: Charlotte Mason
Good Morning, Miss Mason,
I’m thinking you need a new workout routine since clearly you don’t have the stamina to keep up with me.
Lex Edwards
* * *
From: Charlotte Mason
Subject: You’re on like Donkey Kong
Sent: September 27, 2012 8:19 AM
To: Lex Edwards
Ha ha, very funny Mr. Edwards. Next time we’ll see who will last the longest.
Charlotte Mason
* * *
From: Lex Edwards
Subject: Waiting Impatiently
Sent: September 24, 2012 8:23 AM
To: Charlotte Mason
Well I’ll have you know that Donkey Kong was my favorite game and of course I still hold the highest score. I shall eagerly wait for you, friend with benefit.
Lex Edwards
P.S. I’m glad there’s a next time.
* * *
The rest of the morning flew by. I sat with Kate discussing our meeting with Victoria Preston today. My cell buzzed. Not recognizing the number, I picked it up.
“Lex,” I answered flatly.
“Please don’t hung up, Lex.” I recognized Samantha’s voice. Fucking hell, I didn’t need this shit. How did she get my fucking number?
“What do you want, Samantha?”
“Please just listen to me then I will leave you alone. I’m sorry for my behavior at the club. I had no right being that drunk and forcing myself on you and causing a scene.”
I listened, fucking angry as hell. Kate sat there silently listening to every word I said. Why this bitch thought she had the right to come back into my life when Charlotte had was beyond m
e.
“Things haven’t been good between Rodney and I and—wait before you say anything—I just wanted to let you know that I saw Charlie. I wanted to apologize for what I did to her.” Her voice quieted down.
“Excuse me?” I was fucking livid! She had no right contacting me and she especially had no right speaking to Charlotte. I clenched my cell. What the fuck was going on?! It was like fate saying “here, have a taste of the perfect life and what’s been missing, now see ya later because it’s going to shit on you from a great height.”
“Lex, she forgave me for my mistakes. Why can’t you? We were all just young and stupid at the time.”
“Don’t give me young and stupid, Samantha. YOU FUCKED UP MY LIFE!” I slammed my finger on the end call button and threw the cell onto the sofa.
…
“Mr. Edwards, a pleasure to see you again,” Victoria greeted, practically drooling. It was so unbecoming of a lady.
“Ms. Preston.”
“Please, sit down. Would you like a drink?” she asked politely.
The waiter stopped at our table, took our order then scurried off. Victoria looked at me, taking a sip of her wine. She purposely licked her lips slightly as she put the glass down. She had real big lips, the kind that would chase you in your nightmares wanting to drown you in saliva. I guess they would be really good for head though… Argh, I was only thinking that because I was furious with Charlotte.
Kate arrived armed with the proposal documents. I introduced her to Victoria. Of course, Victoria being the stuck-up bitch she was put on her fake greeting, followed by a condescending look at Kate.
“So, Mr. Edwards, the main proposal was highly praised however during the initial startup we will require you to be very hands-on. As you can imagine, your absence did question your dedication to us as your client which is why we originally declined the offer.”