The Interview - Complete Series

by Lucia Jordan

  Lacey parted her lips, and he shifted, pushing into her mouth. He lifted her leg to bury his face between her thighs. As she sucked him he licked her. When she curled her hand around the root of his shaft to stroke him, he penetrated her with two of his fingers and fucked them in and out of her sheath.

  The slow, sensuous dance of their bodies was as healing as it was thrilling. Lacey moaned around the thick girth of his thrusting shaft. Christopher was stroking her clit now with wet velvety strokes of his tongue, sending a hot stream of aching need through her. She wanted to suck his cock until he flooded her throat with his come. Her pussy needed him just as much. She clenched tightly around his fingers.

  Christopher drew his cock from her mouth and sat up, positioning the slick head at her folds. When she clutched his arms he bent down to give her a fast, urgent kiss. “Are you ready for this? Once I’m inside you, I’m not stopping. I need to fuck you long and hard and deep.”

  She curled one of her legs around his waist. “I never want you to stop, Christopher.”

  His eyes darkened as he pushed the broad bulb between her slick folds. His hands shook as he gripped her hips. “Don’t move, sweetheart. I’m barely inside you and already I want to come.”

  Lacey felt tiny shocks spreading through her thighs as he forged deeper, and clenched around his thick shaft. “Oh, God, you feel so good in me.”

  “Did you miss this hard cock?” He made her take another inch. “Did you remember all the times it filled this tight, wet little pussy of yours? How it stroked in and out of you until you came apart?”

  “Yes, sir,” she murmured. And then the darker need inside her awoke, hungry for more. “Every night I touched myself and thought of you. How you called me into your office after hours, and locked the door. Punished me by making me take it over and over.”

  Christopher grunted and thrust again, working his cock into her with relentless determination. “And you loved it.” He reached for her breast, and pinched her nipple hard. “I gave it to you just the way you need it, my anytime slut.”

  Lacey bit her lip as she felt his cock nudge against her cervix. “I’ll take you any way you want me to, master.”

  “I’ll tell you how I want it.” Christopher held still deep inside her and drew her arms up over her head, where he pinned them to the cushion. “Arch your back. I want you to stick out those pretty nipples for me. That’s right, show me how hard and rosy they are.”

  Lacey gasped as he drew out and then plowed back into her from head to root, grinding his hips against hers as he used the edge of his teeth to rake one nipple and then the other.

  “Look at me while I’m fucking you, Red,” he said, his voice stern as he began working his cock in and out of her helpless pussy, her breasts now bouncing from the force of his thrusts. “I can feel you getting wetter and tighter. You like it when I give you a nice, hard pounding like this. It makes you want to come all over me.”

  “Yes, sir,” she whispered.

  He begun stroking her pulsing clit with his thumb in time with the thrusts of his cock. She whimpered. He said, “If you come before I tell you to, I’m going to put my cock in your tight little ass.”

  Lacey shuddered, desperately tried to hold back the billowing pleasure. But his menacing promise pushed her over the edge.

  Christopher watched her as she climaxed and then drew out of her. “Turn over.”

  When Lacey rolled onto her belly he dragged her hips up until her buttocks brushed his belly and her cheek pressed against the cushions. She stiffened as she felt his mouth against the pucker of her hole. She shivered as he licked her and pressed his tongue inside her. This went on for another minute before he lifted up and positioned his pulsing cockhead between her buttocks.

  “Don’t fight it,” he muttered as he pressed in slowly. “Submit to my cock, and I’ll fuck you nice and slow.”

  Lacey had never let a man take her this way but she trusted Christopher as much as she wanted it. He felt even broader and harder as he inched into her bottom hole. His tonguing and the silky fluids from her pussy still coating his shaft eased some of the initial pain of penetration.

  “Uh, oh god,” Lacey moaned, feeling the hair at the base of his cock brushing her ass and the incredibly intimate, sexy sensation of being filled where no one had ever touched her. “Christopher.”

  “You took every inch of it, my beautiful slut,” he said, giving her a short, gentle thrust so she could feel the full, swollen length of him in her channel. “Now I’m going to take your sweet rosebud and fill you with my come.”

  What followed was the kind of dark, hot ravishment Lacey had never imagined as. He pushed gently but steadily in and out of her tight hole. Each thrust sent a new jolt of excitement through her belly and up into her tight nipples and down to pulse inside her clit. She moaned as he reached beneath her to cup her bobbing breasts and teased her aching peaks with tiny flicks of his thumbnails. She shuddered when he bent his head to nip the delicate skin of her nape.

  “I want you to come with me fucking your ass,” he said, his chest heaving against her back. He released one of her breasts and drew her hand down, twining his fingers with hers before he pushed her fingertip back and forth over her clit. “I can feel how you’re throbbing. Give it all to me. I want it now.”

  Lacey shrieked as he pushed hard and deep and rubbed at her clit until she was coming, coming in her pussy and coming apart, her muscles clenching around his cock and holding him inside her, milking him as he jetted into her over and over, his big body jerking above her back. They collapsed together, panting and shaking. Christopher rolled onto his side and spooned with her pressed against his chest.

  “No, not yet,” she said as he began to draw himself out of her. “I don’t want this to end. You could stay for a couple days, couldn’t you? I have the whole weekend off.”

  “I have a better idea,” he murmured against her hair. “Come back to Denver with me. My bed is larger and more comfortable.”

  “No doubt.” Lacey closed her eyes. “We can’t go back to what we were, Christopher.”

  “I know that,” he said. “Come and stay with me in my house for the weekend. Then if you want, I’ll bring you back.”

  “Alright.” She might regret many things in her life, but being in Christopher’s bed for two days would never be one of them. When she came back to Boulder on Monday, she’d be ready to make her next move. “Just for the weekend.”

  *

  The next two days Lacey spent with Christopher in Denver were like a dream. He lived in a high-tech mansion designed by a cutting-edge architect with enormous windows that bathed every room in light. She expected some sort of industrial minimalist decor, but Christopher’s home was filled with warm woods and classic, comfortable furnishings in forest, sky and sea colors.

  His staff made her a little nervous at first — she’d never known anyone to have anything more than a cleaning lady — but they were all friendly and unobtrusive. The fact that she and Christopher spent most of Saturday in the master suite might have also factored in. They only left his big bed to shower and eat the delicious meals his housekeeper brought up on a cart from the kitchen.

  Christopher insisted on taking her into the city on Sunday, where they had an amazing champagne brunch at his favorite restaurant. From there he took her to an art exhibition featuring an artist who created life-size, cubist sculptures of nude women and men out of steel bars and various types of hardware.

  “This reminds me of your office,” Lacey admitted as she walked around two awkwardly embracing figures. “You should redo it someday, make it more like your house.”

  “You’re right.” He wrapped his arms around her from behind, prodded her buttocks with the bulge at his crotch. “Let’s go home and look at it again.”

  When they returned to his house, however, a strange car sat parked outside the gates. Lacey didn’t recognize the heavyset man behind the wheel, but she stiffened when she saw Nora Bonner sitting be
side him. “Christopher.”

  “It’s alright.” He parked at the gate entrance. “Stay here.”

  Even with a hundred feet between them, Lacey could feel the other woman glaring at her. She was more interested in what Christopher was saying to Nora’s companion, who also climbed out and started talking very fast.

  Since Christopher had taken the keys with him, Lacey couldn’t roll down the windows. By the time she thought to open her door, the two men shook hands and Christopher walked back to his car. The heavyset man had a broad grin as he pulled off onto the road and nodded pleasantly at Lacey as he drove away.

  “What is Nora up to now?” Lacey asked him as he climbed back in. “Trying to take pictures through the gates? And who was that with her?”

  “Nora was with her father, Beau Bonner. He’s an interesting man.” He glanced at her. “Don’t worry, I’ve taken care of the situation with her and the pictures. She won’t be publishing them anywhere.”

  Lacey felt her stomach twist. “Why not?”

  He used a remote to open the gates. “I gave her something she wants more than money,” he said, his mouth twisting.

  Oh, my God, he is going to marry her. The thought made Lacey feel sick. “Christopher, you don’t have to do this — “

  “I don’t want to talk about Nora Bonner,” he told her as he drove up to the front of his house. “I want to take you inside, and strip you down to your skin, and rub you all over.” He grinned. “With me.” When she started to argue he pressed his finger against her lips. “Forget about her. This weekend belongs to us.”

  That’s why he wanted me to come home with him, Lacey thought. Because it’s the last chance we’ll have to be together. “Yes, sir.”

  He walked hand-in-hand with her into the house and guided her upstairs to the master suite, where he tugged her past the bed and into the adjoining, oversize bath.

  “I want you really wet,” Christopher said as he turned on the shower. He stripped her out of her clothes before shedding his own.

  “Oooh,” Lacey yelped after she stepped inside. The icy spray pelted her skin. “That’s too cold.”

  “Do you need me to warm you up, sweetheart?” Instead of adjusting the taps, Christopher turned her away from him and braced her hands against the tile wall before he nudged her legs apart. “Let me feel down here.”

  Lacey hissed as his wet, cold fingers pressed between her thighs and shivered as he pushed them inside her. “That’s not warm at all.”

  “Maybe you should warm me up first.” He took away his fingers and then his penis was nudging between her folds. “Does that feel cold, Red?”

  “A little.” She caught her breath as he jabbed deeper. “You’re getting warmer, though.”

  Christopher covered her breasts with his hands and roughly fondled them as he made her take another inch of his shaft, and then another. “You feel so tight and wet and hot inside. You’re burning me up, sweetheart. Bend over so I can get my cock all the way inside you.”

  Lacey lowered her hands to the twin spigots above the tub, and gripped them as he pulled her buttocks back, impaling her on the heavy length of cock.

  “That’s right. You’re so fucking tight,” he crooned as he rolled her hard nipples between his fingers. He began a slow, steady thrusting that stoked the heat inside her, made her forget the chilly water cascading over both of them.

  Lacey felt him release one of her breasts, and gasped softly when his cold fingers rubbed the still-tender bud between her buttocks.

  “I’ll have to kiss this better,” he muttered, inserting one of his fingers into her hole while giving her pussy slower, heavier jabs of his cock. “How do you like that, sweetheart?”

  She groaned as his finger probed deeper. “It hurts, but… oh, your cock is making me want to come.”

  “Wait for me,” he warned, working his hand faster. “Squeeze my cock while I finger you, yeah, like that. Does it ache, Red? Does it make you feel like a slut for wanting it?”

  Too overcome by the sensations, she could only nod.

  “It’s the pain that wakes you up.” He nip the top of her shoulder. “It makes everything more intense for you.”

  “Yes, yes,” she murmured.

  Christopher drew his penis and his finger out of her and picked her up off her feet. He carried her dripping out to his bed, where he tossed her onto her back and dropped on top of her. Before she could say a word he was forcing his cock back inside her, watching her face as he pounded it in and out of her pussy.

  “Get comfortable,” he said as he went at her fast and hard. “Because I’m going to fuck you all night.”

  Our last night together, Lacey thought as she wrapped her legs around him. “Yes, Mr. Wolfe.”

  *

  Lacey woke up to see Christopher dressed and standing over her. “Morning,” she said, stretching and smothering a yawn. “What are you doing up so early?”

  “I had to check something I put in the paper.” He sat down beside her and brushed the hair back from her forehead. “You look so beautiful when you’re sleeping. Like an angel who fell to earth.”

  “After this weekend I feel more like a devil.” She sat up and squinted at the alarm clock by the bed. “Does that really say noon?”

  “It does.” He took her hand in his. “I know you want to get back to Boulder. I’ll take you. All I need to do is stop by the office for a few minutes before we leave the city.” He pressed a kiss to the tip of her nose. “Now get dressed.”

  Packing the overnight bag she brought with her made Lacey wonder if she was doing the right thing by leaving him again. The long, sexy weekend had been wonderful, but in her heart she knew she was still in love with Christopher. As hot as the sex was, as amazing as he made her feel, she wanted more. She wanted everything.

  Everything Nora Bonner was about to steal from her.

  Lacey thought over all her options as they drove into the city. Once I get back I could call in an anonymous tip to the police. Or maybe Dad will know what to do.

  Once Christopher parked in his reserved space, Lacey glanced up at the tall office building where she once worked. “I’ll wait here for you.”

  ” I could use your help in the office,” he told her. “No one can access your computer terminal until you use the thumb scanner and change the password.”

  “Oh, right. I’m sorry, I never thought of that.” She followed him into the building.

  Christopher took her on the executive elevator to the penthouse level, but once they stepped out Lacey saw dozens of executives standing outside his office. Many of them were carrying newspapers. Her heart clenched.

  Before they went in she caught his arm. “Nora Bonner must have published those pictures.”

  “Oh, no. I made sure she wouldn’t,” he said, smiling as he opened the door for her. “Good morning, everyone.” The men and women turned and began talking all at once, until he held up his hands in a quieting gesture. “I know this morning’s announcement was unexpected but I believe making it was in the best interests of the company and my own future.”

  Sarah Tate emerged from the crowd and rushed over to Lacey. “I don’t know what to say,” she told her before hugging her. “I’m so happy for you.”

  “Why?” Lacey glanced over her shoulder at Christopher, who was also giving her a strange look. “Sir?”

  He looked around at his executives. “If you’ll give us a little room, I’ll make this official.” When Sarah and everyone else shuffled back to form a circle around him and Lacey, he took a small box from his jacket pocket, and went down on one knee as he opened it. “Miss Easton, will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?”

  She looked down at a beautiful diamond solitaire ring. “Excuse me?”

  ” I guess you didn’t read the paper this morning,” Sarah said, and held up the front page of the business section, which show headshots of Lacey and Christopher, along with the headline BILLIONAIRE CEO WOLFE TO MARRY TEMP ASSISTANT.


  “Unless you say no,” Christopher told her. “Then I’ll have to have my newspaper print a retraction.”

  “Your newspaper?” she asked faintly.

  “I’ve acquired a couple of new ventures since you left the company,” Christopher said. “The Denver Daily and Bonner Automotive. Nora Bonner’s father sold his business to me so he could take his daughter on an extended cruise around the world.” He lowered his voice. “And keep her out of prison.”

  Her eyes widened. “You called the police?”

  “If they ever come back here, I will.” He kissed the back of her hand. “Now, how about an answer to my proposal, Miss Easton?”

  “But you can’t… want to marry me.” She swallowed hard. “I’m just a temp. I’m not even that anymore. I’m a waitress.”

  “You’re the woman I love, Lacey. That’s all that matters.” He removed the ring from the box, and slid it onto her finger. “Marry me and make me the luckiest man in the world.”

  The ring was beautiful, but it couldn’t outshine the love she saw glowing in his eyes. “Yes, Mr. Wolfe. I will.”

  THE END

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