by Ada Frost
“It wasn’t money.”
“Huh?”
“I agreed to a photo shoot and interview.”
“What?”
“Ellery has been busting my balls for an interview for years. I knew she couldn’t refuse to help me when I was offering her the golden egg.”
“I thought you stipulated all interviews are a definite no, and to refer them to Sam?”
“You were worth it.” He had no idea what those simple words did to my insides. It was hard to breathe with all the tingly butterflies flapping around in my stomach.
We were just finishing getting dressed when the door flew open again. This time is was Lacey.
“I want my cake. I’m glad you’re finally dressed because I would have dragged your ass out there butt naked. You too, Stone.” Lacey stammered the last part before closing the door.
Lawson stood stock still before glancing at me. “Wow, she’s a saucy little thing when she wants to be.”
Laughter bubbled forth from me, and I grabbed his hand, tugging him out of the room. We headed back toward the party, he pulled me into him and pressed his mouth to mine. He was delicious.
“Now I don’t want cake,” I hummed when he pulled away. He laughed a deep rich sound and took my hand. We sang Happy Birthday, ate cake, and chatted with colleagues.
Later that night Lawson ate me, and I curled up in his bed in the warm comfort of his arms.
I’d developed my very first addiction. Miss Abigail Warner. I think it was quite possible she had stolen my heart too. Part of me was sceptical a cold fish such as myself could thaw, but slowly I was needing her more. My life needed her in it. Angels were weeping, and hell had frozen over, because the unthinkable had happened – Lawson Stone was thinking of love.
With my prearranged hook-ups I’d wanted sex and nothing more. Most of the time I didn’t even leave the room satisfied. With Abigail, I was lucky if I could fucking think, let alone walk away.
“At least try to smile,” the snarky photographer urged. She had zero people skills and was being a bona fide bitch. Ellery had watched with utter glee as I’d attempted to pose and smile. However, apparently I failed at that simple task. Even Samuel hated every moment of it. Ellery had insisted we wear fully tailored suits, with tie – something I wasn’t averse to, but it’s something Samuel hated. She had us pose in ridiculously stiff positions that made us look like hit men. I was perfectly happy with my regimented lifestyle, but that wasn't my best friend, and the photo shoot was a disaster because neither of us were comfortable.
“Mate, you’ve got to stop snarling,” Samuel huffed from beside me. I turned and showed him a real fucking snarl. “I’m sick of this shit.”
Miss Warner stood in the corner watching with a look of trepidation on her face. Every so often, I would catch a small smirk when the photographer would spit a scathing remark at me. However, Abigail would cover her mirth by biting her thumbnail.
“Lawson, darling, you agreed to this remember.” Ellery stepped forward onto the white platform. “You promised to do this for me,” she crooned, stroking her hand down my tie. It was a ploy to appear as if she was straightening the damn thing when in reality she was feeling me up. It only caused me to scowl even more. I gripped her wrist and moved her hand away, straightening my own damn tie.
“I have an idea,” Abigail interrupted in a sweet voice. She went over to the photographer and said something to her in a low voice, earning a nod from the other woman. “I assure you, Ellery, you will have the perfect shot. Just give me five minutes.” With that, Miss Warner departed the room. I had no clue what she was up to, but if she dared return with sex toys or clothing remotely fetish, I was taking her over my knee and spanking her fine arse.
“That woman is ridiculous. Really, Lawson, when did your standards slip so low?” Ellery snorted in a nasal tone.
“She’s the most competent assistant I’ve ever had, and I would kindly remind you that you’re in my building and will show all of my employees the respect they deserve.”
She blustered and turned away from me with a sneer. I could feel Samuel leaning into me and held up my hand. “Shut the fuck up.”
He chuckled. I knew without him speaking he was going to gloat he was right from the beginning.
A few minutes later Brady entered the room carrying a chrome stool from the canteen. He placed the stool behind Samuel and left the room without a word. A few moments later Abigail entered.
“Okay, mister. Take your jacket and tie off,” she commanded.
Ellery offered a very vocal argument, but Abigail held her own. “You need to trust me. You want the article to show who Sam and Lawson are. Well, this is them. Just sit down and watch,” she snapped.
Abigail lifted her hands and unbuttoned a few buttons on Samuel’s shirt and ruffled his hair, which was slicked back in a style I’d never seen him wear. She stepped back, regarded him, and smiled. “Better. Sam is shining through. Now sit on the stool and don’t pose, just be you.”
She moved to me and lifted her hands to my lapels as Samuel spoke.
“You mean devilishly sexy and a total turn on?”
Abigail released the most adorable giggle, causing me to smile. I glanced over at my partner, trying to scold him for flirting with my woman.
“I have to say, Mr Stone, this suit does all kinds of naughty things to my lady parts,” she hummed as she circled me, sliding her hands over my body.
“Really?” I asked, glancing over my shoulder at her. I caught the grin on Samuel’s face from my peripheral vision.
“Definitely.” She stood between us but a little behind, no longer touching me. “Kind of makes me want to show you what arrived in a beautiful box this morning.”
Remembering what I had sent to her made my cock twitch. I slid my hands into my pockets and adjusted my dick. The last thing I needed on the cover of a magazine was my dick print.
“I’m intrigued. Tell me, little one, what did he send you?”
Abigail glanced at me with a devious smirk on her face. She was going to tell him, in glorious detail.
“A baby pink corset and matching thong, with the silkiest stockings. Also, some stunning pink heels. It looks pretty amazing altogether.”
Both Samuel and I glanced down at her feet to see she was in fact wearing the killer heels. It was going to kill me knowing she was wearing the corset too and I couldn’t touch her yet. “I need to see this,” Samuel insisted.
“My toy, maybe I don’t want to share.” I grinned at him.
“Fucker. You dirty, self-centred bastard. I’m sporting wood, and you’d deny me.”
I couldn’t help it. I laughed. Miss Warner loved every second of torturing us, but as soon as this session was finished, I was taking her into the casting room and making full use of that fucking bed. She was showing me how good baby pink looked on her.
“Boys, there is more than enough to share,” she goaded. Causing Samuel to groan and me to glance at her in shock. “You like to be watched, Mr Stone,” she whispered. Fuck, I loved this woman.
“That’s perfect,” called the photographer, startling me. I spun around to glare at her, but her attention was fixed on her camera. “Great idea, Abby. It worked perfectly. I just need to Photoshop you out, and these will work perfectly.”
We all wandered over to the photographer who showed us the shots on the laptop. They were amazing. The three of us were shot candidly and natural. It was perfect. They showed so much more of who Samuel and I were.
“Can I have a copy of these before they’re edited?” I asked the photographer. She agreed. I could feel the weight of Ellery’s glare burning into me. It was obvious now that there was more than business between Abigail and I. There was no use denying it, and the truth was I didn’t want to hide it. I didn’t care what people thought of me.
“I believe that concludes our business,” I stated to Ellery before leaving the room. She could twist what I had answered in the interview all she wanted. I didn�
�t really give a shit. She was a bitter woman all because I didn’t want to repeatedly dip my dick in her. However, I was going to take a woman I was clearly ravenous for to the casting room and make full use of that freshly laundered bed.
“Miss Warner, could you please prepare the documents for the meeting Monday and lay them out in the conference room. Each attendee needs a copy of the proposal. Also, Monday morning make sure there is fresh water at each place as well as the usual beverages available.”
“Sure.” I smiled up at him. He didn’t smile back. “I just need to print them. It shouldn’t take long,” I added.
Lawson dipped his chin and turned to walk away but paused.
“I suggest while you wait, you put this to use.” He placed a small gold object on my desk. “I’ll be watching.”
“What…” I asked. I’d seen these in the toy cupboard. Mini bullets. I’d never used one. They were only as small as my finger, so I couldn’t see them being of much use. I pressed the black button and the thing buzzed to life. I was surprised at how quiet it was. There was nothing worse than a vibrator that was as loud as a pneumatic drill. Lawson sauntered back to his office to sit behind his desk. His appetite had only increased since the photo shoot. I was beginning to think I would need to take vitamin supplements to keep up with him. My messenger pinged
Stone: Take your knickers off. I want to watch you pleasure yourself. I will collect those later.
Me: You’re insane.
Stone: I’m waiting.
I glanced at the door to the main reception, which was closed, hoping Scarlet didn’t enter the room as I was sliding out of my underwear. I stood and shimmied them down my legs, grinning over at Stone. When I pulled them from my shoe, I held them up letting them swing on my finger. Lawson nodded, a small smirk on his lips. I made a show of locking them in my drawer. There was no way he was getting this pair. The knicker thief.
Stone: Lift your skirt and face me.
I scooted my chair back and did as instructed. Keeping an eye on his message box.
It was an exhilarating feeling sitting behind my desk being watched, knowing at any moment someone could enter and see us. Lawson was an office away, too far away to touch. But it felt like I was wrapped in him. Possessed entirely by his lust.
Stone: Slide your fingers over your pussy, show me your clit.
Stone: Good girl. Now take your new friend and touch yourself.
I kept one hand on my pussy, I reached out for the small toy. Pressing the black button again and bringing it to life, I didn’t have high hopes of coming with this thing. When the pointed tip stroked against my clit, I bucked in the chair and gasped.
Stone: Have faith.
I scowled at the smug bastard. It was almost like he could read my mind. I pressed the toy against me, and bit down hard on my lip to prevent any noise. I closed my eyes and curled my toes, pushing against the floor with my heels, tensing as powerful shocks rocked through me. My messenger alert tone sounded a few times until it was distracting, so I opened my eyes and read the messages. All with the same insistence.
Stone: Eyes to me, Miss Warner. Never hide from me.
A dark intense stare met mine across the office. I parted my lips as my core tightened. My legs started to shake. The sensation was almost painful it was so powerful and intense. It seemed only seconds before I was fighting to suppress my moans as my orgasm powered through me. Panting, I slumped against my office chair and turned my new best friend off. He’d previously stolen my underwear; I was definitely keeping this little beauty.
Stone: Conference room. NOW!
I glanced through the glass at him. He pointed out of the door. His eyebrow cocked in warning. There was a moment of hesitation on my part, simply because my legs felt like jelly. But when he stood and slid his hand over the impressive bulge in his trousers, I grabbed the papers I’d printed and raced out of the office.
“Scarlet, I’m just heading to the conference room to get it ready for Monday, can you take my calls?” I rushed, feeling heady with arousal.
When I reached the conference room, I pushed through the oak doors. It was so different in this room than everywhere else. The long room felt futuristic, like entering a spaceship. The huge white table was the centrepiece, with large black office chairs that were almost like armchairs. I’d been tempted to take one to my office, but I’d probably want to spend my time curled up with a book or sleep. A huge flat screen was mounted on the far wall. The floor was grey slate. The walls a very pale grey with long fibreglass panels in black. My body tingled with the aftershocks of my orgasm, and the heightened awareness of what was to come.
I started placing the files down at each place, knowing that there were twelve expected to attend. Lawson and Sam sat at the head of the table. The door opened behind me, and Lawson entered the room. My body reacted like a furnace, heating upon the sight of him.
“Did you enjoy your new toy, Miss Warner?” he smirked, clicking the lock on the door and stalking toward me.
“I...I believe it reached the perfect climax.”
“I like being the master behind your orgasms. I command - you come,” he goaded.
“You’ve got to stop saying that. It has the same effect on a woman’s orgasm as it would flicking a turtle on the nose. The bloody thing will go into hiding. Orgasms are sensitive things; they don’t like being told what to do.” I moved farther down the table away from him, but he pursued me.
“Shall we test that theory? Let me do some teasing of my own. See if I have the power to make it come out to play.”
God, the man was insufferably sexy. “You know this bossy bullshit isn’t sexy, right?”
“Is that so?” he asked in such a low sultry voice. I shivered.
“Yes.” The false bravado I used to throw that word at him should win me a freaking Oscar. My heart was near jumping out of my chest. His eyes flared. I knew that look. And if I glanced down there would be a tent in his trousers to match the passion in his gaze.
“So my cock is not necessary. You are satisfied with your new toy?” he replied in a bored, almost resigned tone, deflating my ego. “The trouble is, Miss Warner; I find once I’m inside your body, I become greedy. I like coming inside you. I like feeling your throbbing pussy milk me. I like watching you come around my cock.”
With each word he stepped closer until his chest brushed against mine. I shuddered out a breath. His hand reached up and slid the files out of my grasp and placed them on the table beside us.
“I love how your nipples tighten when I say naughty things to you.” He demonstrated his effect on my body by scraping his nail over my shirt where said nipple was pushing against the fabric. “I like how you squeeze your thighs together when you’re in my office and your pussy is desperate for me. Do you think I don’t notice these things, Miss Warner?”
“I don’t.”
“Oh, but you lie, little bird.” He chuckled.
His mouth hovered over mine, teasing me, baiting me to succumb to him. Why the hell was he so freaking potent? His scent surrounded me, his heat, and his pure masculine power. No woman could resist it. He was a drug, lethal and intoxicating.
“Oh, fuck it,” I exclaimed before grabbing the back of his neck and pulling his mouth to mine. I whimpered on contact, and he groaned, gripping my hips and pulling me harshly against him. We clawed at one another, an aggressive tousle of passion and power. He unbuttoned my shirt roughly, and the poor buttons clung to the fabric for dear life at his manhandling. Lawson yanked at the cup on my bra, exposing my breast before his mouth descended on one tight nipple and sucked. I cried out at the exquisite sensation, humping his leg.
“Take your shirt off,” I loved his eagerness. As I made short work of that, he pushed himself onto the table and beckoned for me to climb on top of him. I had to pull my skirt up over my hips. I crawled up his body. Loving the sight of him undoing his trousers and freeing his cock.
“So much for foreplay,” I joked, at his haste. His d
ark hooded gaze met mine, and I quivered at the intensity there.
“I’ve been hard for you, for fucking weeks, Miss Warner. This desire only gets stronger. Looking at you right now is foreplay.” He groaned when I traced my finger over his tip. The tendons in his neck stood out and were so fucking sexy. The man was right. There was no need for foreplay. I knew I was going to come as soon as he slid inside me. I straddled him, but yelped when he grabbed my hips and moved me up his body until my pussy was over his face.
“I need a little taste first,” he moaned as he pressed his mouth to me. I cried out, feeling the throbbing of an orgasm. “Fuck my face, Miss Warner.” I rocked my hips against him, trying to fight the orgasm I could feel cresting. When he sucked my clit into his mouth, lights flashed before me, and I tensed. The wonderful ecstasy claimed me. I rode his face like a bucking bronco.
“Now, ride my dick,” he demanded. My muscles quivered as I made my way down his body. His hands never left my arse. When I wrapped my hand around his dick, positioning him at my entrance, I glanced up at him. His head was thrown back, he was biting his bottom lip, and the tendons in his neck were straining so hard I feared they might snap.
“Please, Abigail,” he whispered. There was a moment of hesitation as I pondered how to slide onto him. Whether to take him completely or draw it out.
When I slid the tip inside me, his lips parted in an O, and I knew I had to draw this out. Just to watch the pleasure on his gorgeous face. His hands tightened on my hips, gripping me firmly.
“I have to move. You’re killing me.” With that, he pulled me down and thrust up at the same time. I cried out at the wickedly good sensation. I could only hold on for the ride. I gripped his tie in my hand before leaning down to press my lips against his. I forced my tongue into his mouth, tasting him.
I ground my hips, using his pelvis to stimulate my clit.
“Oh God,” I moaned.
“Lawson. But I admit I am amazing,” I nipped at his bottom lip.
My hips bucked against his. I could feel another orgasm closing in, so I slowed my pace. I yelped when his hand slapped against my bare backside. Shock and excitement raced through me. The sting adding to the growing pleasure inside me.