At first, I can’t understand his question. And then I remember the Stargazer that still sits in a glass of water on my desk and Rebel’s expression when I thanked him for it the other day. I didn’t understand the reason for it then, but now...
“I don’t know. Maybe?”
Rebel’s eyes narrow as he looks out over the city street, thinking. “All right. Until I can figure this out, keep this between you and me, okay? I’ll take care of everything. Just promise me that if my brother decides to poke his head around, you’ll stay away from him.”
Biting my lip, I nod. “Okay, I will.”
Rebel’s eyes darken as he assesses me in that shrewd way of his that misses absolutely nothing. “What aren’t you telling me?” Rebel asks slowly, dangerously.
“It’s nothing,” I rush to assure him, but it is something and I know I can’t keep it a secret for long. What would be the point anyway? Whether I tell him or Ransom does, it’s going to come out one way or another. “I just went to lunch with him, but Darren was there, too. He didn’t do anything.”
I thought Rebel was upset before, but now he looks positively murderous. His jaw clenches and his hands ball into fists at his side. This side of Rebel is one I haven’t seen before, and I’m honestly worried what he might do.
“I’m going to kill that son of a bitch.”
Twelve
I sit at my desk, staring at the blank computer screen. I should be getting some work done, but I can’t concentrate. Not with the thought of Rebel murdering his brother racing laps through my head. Logically, I know that won’t happen. He would never take things that far, but I can’t shake the way he looked when I left him on that elevator—cold, hard, distant. Determined.
There’s no telling what was going through his head, but I’d venture to say that whatever it was wasn’t anything good.
Everyone in the office is working diligently, catching up on their newly increased workloads, and I’m just sitting here staring off into space. I’m glad that Darren wasn’t here today to witness me like this. He’d ask too many questions that I don’t have the answers for.
Just before five o’clock, a call comes in requesting me upstairs. I know by the floor number that it has to be Rebel. On the ride up in the elevator, my palms won’t stop sweating and the muscles in my legs quiver with nerves. I don’t know what I’m walking into, and it terrifies me. Unlike the last time I came up here, I’m completely alone. There’s no buffer to hide behind.
When I step out onto the seventh floor, I’m greeted by the receptionist and guided back to a closed office door with Rebel’s name and title posted on it.
My heart jackhammers in my chest as the receptionist raps her knuckles a couple times on the wood and opens the door. On the other side, I see Rebel already standing, his hands clasped behind him, his back facing us, as he paces the floor of his office. When he hears us come in, he goes stock still.
“Leave us,” he barks before the receptionist can get a word single word out. It’s a direct order that she obeys instantly. I’m slightly impressed, even as I am wondering if I should turn tail and leave along with her. If he’s in this kind of mood now, there’s no telling what he plans to do.
“Does everyone do what you say so efficiently?” I ask, continuing to stand close to the door in case I do change my mind and need a quick escape.
“Sit.”
No way. I shake my head, even though he can’t see me. But that doesn’t seem to matter anyway.
Lowering his chin to his chest, Rebel’s shoulders shake with silent laughter. “Ah, pussycat. I do enjoy your stubbornness.” Turning around, Rebel levels me with the full weight of his black stare.
As usual, I lose my breath and the familiar feeling of awareness washes over and through me. I don’t think I’ll ever get over how beautiful he is. He’s like a dark angel, the perfect balance between good and bad with a mile long streak of naughty on the side.
I stare into his eyes, wondering which version of him I’ll encounter. We’re engaged in a stand-off of sorts, with him on one side of the room and me on the other. A gulf of muted gray carpet and expensive office furniture fills the expanse between us.
“Sit. Down.”
“Why did you call me up here? The instructions were pretty vague,” I say, stalling.
A muscle in his jaw ticks wildly as he regards me with an unflappable calm. “To answer your earlier question, yes. People always do what I tell them to do. Unlike you, they don’t care to push the limits of my patience.” A slow smirk tips his full lips, giving him that dangerous edge I crave so much. My pussy throbs in anticipation. “As for your second question, you’ll find out soon enough. Now, come. Here.”
This time, my feet move, carrying me across the room. I bypass the set of receiving chairs reserved for clients and round the most pristine and organized desk I’ve ever seen, then seat myself on the edge of it directly in front of him. Parting my legs, I present him with an open invitation.
I know now why Rebel called me to him. It’s what every man seeks after a long, hard, stressful day. All he wants is to forget the problems that await him, and I am more than happy to help him out. After all, he’s always been my source of escape, too.
Crooking my finger, I purr, “Well, I did my part. Now it looks like it’s your turn to come.”
His expression hard, Rebel covers the space between us with slow, measured steps. When he’s within my reach, I take hold of his tie and pull him the rest of the way until his firm thighs fit between mine. Looking up at him, I smile seductively as I wind the blue silk around my hand.
“I like your initiative, but this isn’t why I called you here,” Rebel states.
Normally, this type of admission might dissuade me from pushing any further, but I get the sense that Rebel needs this just as much as I do.
“Then why did you call me here?”
“I wanted to warn you.” Stepping back, Rebel releases himself from my frozen grip and sits down in his chair with an easy grace that belies the severity his words suggest.
“About what exactly?” I ask, feeling a deep sense of dread form in the pit of my stomach.
Rebel leans back in his office chair, steepling his fingers over his mouth and looking every bit the CEO of Donnelly and Townsend Enterprises. “The meeting with Jack didn’t go as smoothly as we’d hoped.”
“Meaning?” I ask when he doesn’t continue. Of course, I already have an idea of what he’s not saying. I just need to hear it from his mouth.
Meeting my eyes, I can see the worry ingrained in his dark eyes that he works so hard to hide from everyone. “As you know from our trip to Maine, Jack intended to sell me his portion of the company.” I nod, encouraging him to go on. “And as you heard a couple days ago, Florence wants me to be her partner.”
I don’t like where I think this is going, but I nod along anyway, telling myself that whatever leaves his mouth next will not affect me. I’m not bound to him.
Drawing in an exaggerated breath that reveals just how weary he must be, Rebel says, “She didn’t take the news well. When Florence learned that Jack was stepping down, she was ecstatic. She already had an inkling that he was planning to leave the company, but she didn’t know that he planned to give it to me. Her plans had always been to buy up the majority shares, but I got there first.”
A thread of pride races through me as I look into his eyes and see that he, too, is proud of the coup. In the same vein, I can’t see Florence backing down from a fight. From what I saw of her yesterday, she’s not a woman to cross. “I assume she’s not taking this lying down.”
“Not at all,” Rebel says with a soft smile that doesn’t reach his eyes. “In fact, she’s out for blood. Which is why I thought it would be best to give you a heads up.”
“Why? How do I factor into the equation?”
Rebel gives me a look that suggests I should already know the answer. “You’re dating the boss.”
My mouth drops open. “So, let
me get this straight. I’ve gone from someone you’re fucking to someone you’re dating in an afternoon, and now I have to watch my back because you screwed over a crazy woman?” This is just too fucking much.
“We’ll argue semantics later. Right now, just focus on what I’m telling you,” Rebel says, and I have to say, I’m not enjoying the condescension in his voice. Jumping down from the desk, I’m prepared to walk out when Rebel grabs hold of my wrist and whirls me around, pulling me down onto his lap. “You can leave when I say you can leave,” he says while stroking a finger over my jaw affectionately.
“You know, I was wrong. Maybe you’re the crazy person here.”
Chuckling softly, Rebel grasps the back of my neck and brings my face down to his. His lips meet mine in a soft, unhurried kiss. Touching his tongue to the seam of my lips, he begs entrance, and as annoyed as I am with him right now, I open, allowing him inside.
The instant his tongue touches mine, lightning flashes through my veins, creating a tumult of emotion that has me sighing into him. My fingers tunnel through his hair, tugging at the roots as I kiss him back, losing myself in this man who drives me crazy.
Breaking the kiss, Rebel smiles against my lips. “If I’m crazy, it’s because you make me that way,” he says, his breath a hot rush of spearmint that almost covers the undercurrent of old scotch. His gaze drifting down to my breasts, Rebel traces his fingers down the buttons of my blouse and begins slowly releasing them, one by one.
“What I told you at lunch today still stands. I’ll take care of everything. I don’t want you to worry about anything. I just wanted to keep you informed.”
“Just in case?”
“Better safe than sorry,” he murmurs, getting distracted as he reveals the curves of my breasts. “Mmm, you wore lace today.”
Sucking my bottom lip between my teeth, I inhale deeply, pushing my breasts up toward his warm hand. Taking the silent plea for more, he dips his finger beneath the lace, caressing my nipple until it grows firm.
“So,” I say, growing breathless the longer he continues to touch me. “I should stay away from Ransom and Florence?” I’m sure I can dodge Ransom. That should be simple enough. But how do I keep a distance from someone I work for? She literally knows where to find me and when.
Splitting my top open, Rebel pushes the material over my shoulders, down my arms, and over my hands, and then casts the material to the floor. Cupping my breasts in his large hands, he massages the aching flesh before bringing one to his mouth and tonguing the nipple through the thin material.
“Ah, Rebel, that feels so good.” Threading my fingers through his hair, I hold him to me and let my head fall back as I begin a slow grind with my hips.
Releasing my breast, Rebel pushes his hips up to meet mine. His hard cock spears me through my panties, parting my folds and rubbing against my clit just right. “You won’t have to worry about staying away from anyone,” he says, his deep voice cutting through my shameless moans. The hand he has in my hair transfers to my shoulder and he forces me down harder on him, causing us both to release a pained moan. “I’m going to take care of you, pussycat. As long as you do what I say, you won’t have anything to worry about.”
I know I should be questioning him right now, or at the very least telling him to go to hell for always trying to strip me of my control, but...God. He feels too damn good, and I’m so close already.
“Fuck me, Rebel,” I beg. Reaching for his belt, I begin tearing at it, needing to feel him inside me. Right. Now. He sits back, watching me struggle with his clothing, doing nothing at all to help. I’m frustrated and horny, and I know he is too because his cock is straining for attention.
Working his pants down over his hips enough to free him is a workout in itself, and as soon as I have him in my hand, I climb back into his lap and pull my panties to the side. I don’t think I’ve ever wanted sex this bad in my life, but Rebel is like a drug, and knowing that he’s mine? I just have to have him.
Holding him up, I slowly slide down his length until every inch of him is buried inside me. We both groan from the intense pleasure of it. Holding onto the back of the chair, I lift my hips and lower back down, repeating the steady rhythm until a sheen of sweat breaks out on my brow, and the backs of my knees grow damp.
“Why can’t I resist you?” I ask as I continue to move. I don’t mean for the question to come out, but it’s something I ask myself every time I end up in this situation. I don’t want to want him, but I can’t seem to stay away, and now there doesn’t seem to be any reason to. Everything I thought about him was wrong.
“I’ve asked myself that since the first day I came back for seconds,” he grunts as he focuses his attention on where we’re joined. Leaning back on his thighs, I lengthen the flex of my hips so we can both watch as his cock, slick with my juices, enters me.
“What did you come up with?”
“You have a magic pussy,” he says with a smirk. “The way it grips me, milks me, is addictive. I love getting you wet, and I love the sounds you make when I stuff you full of my cock. There’s no better pleasure than the kind I get when I see you getting off because of me. Tell me what it’s like for you. I want to know how I feel inside of you.”
My muscles clench down tight with his words and my body shudders, causing my movements to grow jerky and forcing me to concentrate harder on what I’m doing. “Hard,” I pant. “You’re so hard, and you go so deep. I love how you stretch me and how I can still feel you there the next day. No one fucks me like you do.”
Snatching the back of my neck, Rebel fists my hair in a painful knot. His expression is fierce as he says, “Damn fucking right, baby.”
I think he’s going to kiss me, and I am so ready to feel his lips on mine. I am so close to coming, I’m sure that’s all I’ll need to push me over the edge. But Rebel pushes me off him instead.
The sudden shift makes me unsteady on my feet, and I have to think quickly in order to not fall over. Ungracefully, I grab onto the lip of the desk, falling back against it. “What the hell?” I shout.
I don’t get much farther than that.
Rebel is already out of his chair and divesting me of the rest of my clothing. It takes him no time at all to get me completely naked, and then I’m being spun around. His hands cover mine, spreading them out on the desktop as he bends me over it then...everything goes dark.
Instantly, I recognize the feel of the silk as belonging to his necktie. Excitement lances through me, and I begin to breathe even harder in anticipation of what’s to come. His hard chest presses against my back and his fingers work quick, tying the tie into a firm knot at the back of my head. When Rebel’s lips touch my ear, the scratch of his day-old scruff abrading the edge of my jaw, I nearly combust.
“Whatever you do, don’t make a sound,” he warns, his voice low and full of heat. “The door is unlocked, and if Caitlyn hears anything, she’ll come running. She’ll see these perfect tits,” he says, reaching around to pinch my nipples. A bolt of pain spears straight to my core, and I open my mouth to moan, only managing to cut it off at the last second.
“And she’ll see this perfect pussy,” Rebel continues, his hand leaving my nipple to trail down my stomach and cup me between the legs. “And do you know what else she’ll see? Me bending you over this desk, then everyone in the building will know how you like it—rough and from behind like a dirty little whore. My dirty whore,” he growls, the hand he has in my hair jerking my head back.
I can hardly breathe anymore my breath is coming so fast. Gripping the edge of the desk, I push my backside out, causing his cock to slip between my legs, the moisture dripping from me making it an easy glide. “Yes. Please, Rebel. Please.”
Fisting himself, Rebel runs the head of his cock back and forth between my legs, wetting himself from root to tip in my juices. He plays with my clit, rolling the head around it a few times before dipping the tip inside of me. Each time he enters me, I gasp and he chuckles, enjoying the way he
teases me. When I feel him go further back, tracing my asshole with is cock, I tense up.
“Hmmm,” he hums into my ear. “Should I fuck this pretty pussy some more, or should I take your ass for old time’s sake?” His breathing grows labored as he continues to tease us both, slipping just a little inside of me and retreating, then pushing past the tight ring of muscles in my ass until the head pops in, then retreating.
I’m a mass of sensations, some bad, but most good, by the time he makes his decision on what to do with me. “I want to feel your hot, greedy pussy milking me today,” he says as he plunges inside all the way to the hilt.
When he hits my cervix, the sweet pain rips the scream from my throat. I jerk my head up at the same time I reach for the tie, wrenching it down off my eyes. It takes a moment for my vision to clear, but I never stop watching that door. I expect Rebel to get upset over the outburst and stop everything, order me to put my clothes back on, but he just continues to pound into me, his thrusts even harder than before. Hard enough to force the air from my lungs every time he slams into me.
I hold onto the desk, still watching the door. I’d be lying if I didn’t say that this excited me a little. The chance that we’re about to get caught is what ultimately sends me over the edge. Turning my face into the desk, I release a keening sound as my inner muscles clamp down on and around Rebel’s retreating cock.
I feel Rebel thicken inside of me as he pushes in deep and pumps a series of short, hard thrusts before filling me up. He slumps down over me, his hands propped on either side of my head to keep his full weight from crushing me. It takes a few minutes for either of us to recover enough to stand up, and when we do, I hear Rebel’s laughter as he eases himself from my body.
“What’s funny?” I ask as I remove his tie from around my neck and hand it back to him. Bending down, I retrieve my blouse from the floor. Shaking out the wrinkles, I slip it back on, and then continue on down the line, checking to make sure every button and hair is in place.
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