Player in a Suit (Cockiest Suits Book 3)

by Alex Wolf

  Asshole.

  I bet he did it to pawn her shit off on me. Well played, but I never lose at anything.

  As I step out of the elevator, I notice her desk is empty. Late on the first day. Beautiful. I don’t need this shit. I’m not a fucking babysitter. Only two things matter in my world—power and pussy. And I already get pussy whenever I feel like it.

  I don’t have time to fetch my own coffee. I don’t have time to answer phone calls and write down appointments and shit.

  I walk into my office, oblivious to my surroundings, totally focused on how to fire Claire before she even starts, when my eyes land on a red pair of fuck-me heels attached to tan legs that would wrap perfectly around my waist, if they weren’t attached to…

  “Claire.” I breathe out her name as I stand there wide-eyed. It takes a lot to shock me, but goddamn.

  Gone is her usual messy bun and university sweatshirt. Her dark hair hangs longer than I would’ve thought, cascading over her shoulders in loose waves. Her hazel eyes brighten as her mouth curves into a smile.

  “Good morning. I got coffee for you and a water. Went ahead and checked your schedule for today and pulled files for all your meetings. I found your last PA’s notes in my desk and tried to figure out everything I could.”

  “Yeah, that’s umm, great.” This is going to be trouble. Now I need to fire her for an entirely different reason. There’s no way I can fuck Jax’s sister, but my cock doesn’t seem to process that information.

  She has on makeup but not too much. Red lipstick stains her lips and I can’t help but think how good it would look painting a ring around my cock.

  I thought for sure she’d be incompetent, late—fuck off on the internet when I needed shit. Apparently, I was wrong, but I’ll never tell anyone that. I only hired her as a favor. Seemed important to Jax.

  There’s an awkward silence for a moment.

  She stands there awaiting my orders. I don’t give her any yet. I can see that I make her nervous, and it does something for me. I like it a lot.

  Her eyes stay locked on me as I take a sip of my coffee. It’s shit, but I need caffeine.

  I won’t crush her on the first morning and tell her it tastes like Chewbacca’s asshole.

  Truthfully, I like the ways she looks standing by my desk. I move past her and take my seat. It’d be easy to reach over and run my palm up her leg. As tempting as the thought is, I refrain because I notice Jax strolling past my office. When he looks through the glass and sees us, he pokes his head through the door.

  “Off to a good start?”

  “Don’t need you checking up on her, Dad.” I give him a shit-eating grin.

  He glances around and flips me the bird, then walks off.

  Keeping my hands to myself won’t be hard. All I have to do is look at Claire and see the resemblance to Jax. I shudder a little at the thought. But, as I stare up at her, she doesn’t look like him at all. Damn.

  I was hoping I could picture him in a wig and make a connection, trick my mind. I blink and return my gaze to the mountain of files awaiting my attention.

  Fuck, I didn’t think this through. Jax is going to be all up in my business all the time now too, dropping by, asking how she’s doing.

  Since she doesn’t look like Jax, there’s only one other option—be an asshole and work her to death. She’ll either quit or all my work will get done in record time and she’ll hate me so much she wouldn’t fuck me anyway.

  Sounds like a plan.

  “I have some dry cleaning that needs dropped off. When you’re done with that, I’ll be ready for lunch.” I reach into the top drawer of my desk and hand her the keys to my apartment. “Almost forgot. You need a company phone and laptop. Go see Camillia in HR. She’ll get you set up and do all your paperwork too. Once you know your phone number, I’ll need you to program it along with your personal number into my phone.”

  “Yes, sir.”

  “Don’t look so nervous. They’re simple jobs. Only an idiot could screw it up.” I flash her a wide grin.

  I wave her off and get busy on the stack of files while I wait for reports from the team I have working on a property value.

  Claire

  It feels weird hitting the button for Maxwell’s floor when I walk into the building where all the partners live. I’ve never been to his apartment before. I don’t even know what he needs dry cleaned or where to find it. His words play over and over in my head.

  “Only an idiot could screw it up.”

  When I unlock the door, it isn’t much different from Jax’s as far as layout, but their styles are definitely like night and day. Jax’s taste is highly sleek and modern, but Maxwell’s apartment looks more like a beach house. The living room has a shelf with seashells, and photographs of him surfing.

  My cheeks flush at the sight of him in nothing but low-cut swim trunks. His body is definitely not hard to look at.

  Tiki masks hang on the walls along with more photographs of the beach. If Maxwell loves the ocean and surfing so much what in the hell is he doing in Dallas? He should be living in Malibu or something. I walk around downstairs looking for the clothes I need to drop off but don’t see anything.

  Making my way upstairs I find his bedroom first. The bed is unmade, and there are dirty clothes strewn everywhere. There’s a camera mounted on a tripod. I know I shouldn’t touch it, but I can’t help but be curious. If he has a security camera in here I’ll definitely be fired.

  I hit play and my brain immediately screams for me to shut it off and sprint from the room, but I can’t look away. Maxwell is on his bed with one arm behind his head. He’s completely naked stroking his huge cock with the other.

  What the hell is wrong with him? Why would he video himself jerking off?

  How am I ever going to look him in the eye again? Some things you can’t unsee.

  Run!

  I can’t look away, though. It’s like a car accident on the side of the road. A beautiful, muscular, car accident with a giant dick. My thighs squeeze together and I curse them silently in my mind. His fist glides up and down as his eyes close. Suddenly, two women climb onto the bed and join him. They block the view and I don’t know what it is, but I find myself wanting to claw their eyes out. It’s too much. I have to get out of here. One of them takes him in her mouth while the other makes out with him.

  It’s so…filthy.

  Run!

  Warmth spreads through me as I hear a groan of pleasure erupt from his mouth.

  I don’t know what comes over me, but my fingers move down through the V of my shirt and into my bra. I tweak one of my nipples, watching Maxwell and his filthy threesome. My other hand moves up the bottom of my skirt, rubbing my clit over my panties.

  Brian, my ex, liked to watch porn. But none of the guys in the movies were Maxwell. This is all so—wrong.

  I push thoughts of that bastard away. He dumped me when I refused to put out. We fooled around a lot but never went all the way.

  I know what I’m doing right now is wrong, but Brian never made me wet like I am right now watching Maxwell. The thought scares me. I have a job to do. Jax would murder both of us if he knew what I was doing right now, or that I fantasized about his friend.

  I flip the screen around to face the bed unable to resist what my body needs.

  Fuck it. I’ve never done anything wild in my life. I deserve this. Get it out of my system and get back to work.

  I pull my skirt up over my hips and push my panties to the side as I sink two fingers in my pussy. My eyes stay on the screen while one woman sits on Maxwell’s face and the other rides him. I can’t help but wonder what it would be like to be one of those women, taking that thick cock. Jesus, he’s beautiful.

  I imagine his hands gripping my hips.

  My thighs quake as I imagine riding him. Having him all to myself. I pull my fingers to my mouth and lick them clean before pushing them back in.

  I can’t take my eyes off the screen. Max is now behind the w
oman that was on his face, taking her hard and fast. Her face is buried between the legs of the other woman.

  I watch as the muscles in his back flex with his movements. The sound of their bodies slapping together is interrupted when my phone goes off from my purse up on his dresser.

  I ignore it and allow myself to finish what I started. I rub my clit faster as I smell the strong scent of his cologne on the sheets.

  My orgasm rolls through my hips and my fingers sink deeper into my pussy, hitting my most sensitive spot. My thighs squeeze as my walls clamp around my fingers and I ride this incredible wave of pleasure.

  I look back to the screen and see Maxwell slapping his dick on both of their asses as his come spurts out all over them.

  Jesus, the man is hot and clearly knows what he’s doing in the bedroom. How am I going to work for him?

  The phone starts ringing this time, and I know I need to get out of here.

  I scramble around the room picking up any dirty clothes I can find. Hopefully, by the time I return to the office I’ll have scrubbed these images from my mind.

  When I get out of his apartment I notice he sent me a text.

  Maxwell: I want a footlong hot dog from Hayward’s

  I nearly choke as I read the message.

  Jesus. Get your mind out of the gutter.

  I’m sitting in my car still trying to catch my breath and come down from my release when another message comes through on my new company phone.

  Maxwell: You okay?

  My heart goes into panic mode when my brain processes the words. I know he’s just checking on me, but I immediately feel guilty. Does he know what I was doing in his bed? Is he fucking with me? What if he tells Jax?

  I take a drink of water and try to calm down before replying.

  Claire: Do you want sides? Something to drink? Toppings?

  The phone rings and I see it’s him.

  I don’t want to answer but I know I have to if I want to keep the job. How would I explain myself to Jax if I don’t make it one day?

  Right now, my first instinct is to leave and just keep driving. I can’t believe I just went to town on myself on his bed. I want to just disappear.

  I shake my head and clear my throat before I swipe the screen.

  “Hello?”

  “Find my suit?”

  I gulp. “Mmhmm.”

  “Why were you ignoring me? I don’t like to wait for shit. Get it done and meet back here. We’ll eat then.”

  “Okay.” My finger practically cracks the screen I punch it so fast with my finger to end the call.

  Maxwell

  It dawns on me I didn’t tell Claire what she needed to get from my apartment for the dry cleaners. I start to text her, but I have a better idea. I pull up the security feed for my place on my personal laptop.

  I watch as she examines my apartment. Probably thinks I’m a slob. They all do.

  She smiles to herself as she picks up a picture from the mantle. I follow her as she walks up the stairs, swaying her hips, making my cock hard. One could argue that it’s wrong to spy on her, but it’s my fucking apartment and I do what I want.

  With every step she takes, her skirt rides up her thighs a little more and I see a little more of her ass. I wonder what color her panties are? I bet she wears white cotton. Pure and innocent.

  Jaxson always brags about what a good girl she is. It almost seems like she’s his own daughter sometimes. I always roll my eyes. He never shuts up about her. I think he forgets she’s in her mid-twenties.

  I blink a few times when I see what’s happening on the screen. Apparently, she’s a curious woman. I lean toward the computer when she examines the camera I have set up at the foot of my bed.

  Well, this just got entertaining.

  Her fingers run along the buttons…tempted to spy on her boss. My cock grows a little harder and I zoom in on her.

  Go ahead. Push that button, Claire. Don’t be shy.

  I grin to myself.

  Well, fuck me—she just hit play.

  But here’s the real question—will she run away or stay and watch?

  I have a healthy sexual appetite. I love pussy and I’m a kinky bastard. Sweet Claire isn’t even scratching the surface with this video. It was just a routine Monday night. I should put a stop to this but when I see her touching herself I can’t bring myself to do anything but watch. In fact, being the bastard I am, I close the blinds to my office and sink down in my chair.

  “Oops. How’d that happen?”

  Somehow my cock is out of my pants. Better take care of that. Must be a sign from up above.

  My cock aches, just hard as a fucking rock, when she moves to my bed and sits on the edge with her skirt hiked up.

  You naughty little bitch.

  Her panties are sexier than I’d guessed. I never dreamed she’d be turned on watching me fuck two other women, but she is. I figured the second she hit play I’d be getting slapped when she returned.

  I zoom in closer and watch her stuff her fingers in the pretty little pink pussy. I grip my cock, stroking myself as I watch little Miss Innocent ride her hand. Her head flies back, dark hair fanned out on my sheets. Her thick lips part and she brings her fingers up and sucks them into her mouth, moaning as she tastes herself.

  Christ, she’s fucking sexy.

  I jerk my cock harder and faster imagining her lips wrapped around me, sucking me to the back of her throat.

  Fucking her would be poetry. I’d love to look into her eyes while I feed her my dick.

  Jesus, I’m about to blow already.

  A shudder travels down my spine and my balls tighten before I blow all over my hand. Wave after wave. I’m still busting into my hand when I text her with the other. She’s fucking with my stuff, so it’s only natural I should fuck with her. She needs to be punished for making me jerk off on my hand like some teenage boy.

  Claire looks up when the phone goes off, but doesn’t stop pleasing herself on my sheets. It takes everything I have not to drive over there and finish the job for her.

  I start calling and she ignores all of them.

  It pisses me off. My jaw ticks as she finishes up then races around my room in an orgasm-induced haze.

  I finally get her on the phone. Even her goddamn voice nearly has me hard again. I need her back in the office now.

  I’m fucking starving, but not for food. I want my cock in her tight cunt as soon as possible.

  I grab a tissue from my desk to clean up.

  Then I wait.

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