by LK Collins
“No!” She shakes her head and then slams the door, charging out of the room. Curious to see who’s here and a little worried it could be her crazy ex, I get dressed and then reach for the door handle. A man’s voice stops me from proceeding, and I listen to his words. “You look fine, baby, don’t be silly. Do you want this in here?”
Rage consumes me, and I yank open the door, red-faced and on a mission to fuck up whoever is calling her “baby.”
“You’re up,” she looks at me with a smile, and I ignore her, stalking towards the fridge. The guy is bent over looking inside of it, and before I can get to him, she jumps in front of me and says, “Merritt, this is my dad, Karl. Daddy, this is, Merritt.”
Her dad turns around, clearly not expecting her to have company, much less a man. He’s on the defensive right away as he glares at me. After her last breakup, I understand; he doesn’t want to see her hurt again.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you, sir,” I say, changing my attitude, and extend my hand to him. Reluctantly he shakes it.
“Is this the guy you told your mom about?” he asks her.
“Yes, Daddy. Merritt is one of the good ones, though, so go easy on him.”
“Ha!” he laughs far too loudly, and I’m a little offended. He doesn’t even know me.
“We’ll see about that. Have dinner with us tonight, would you, son?”
“I wish I could, sir, but I’m flying home to Texas.”
“Lunch, then?”
I glance at Quinn, and she nods, so I agree. Her father gives her a kiss on the cheek and me a stern look as he leaves her condo. “Wow!” I take a seat on the couch, and she sits next to me. “And I thought my old man was tough.”
“Stop it. He’s really very sweet; he’s just looking out for me. After my last breakup, I was a mess, and he and my mom were there for me.”
“I guess if I had a daughter and a guy fucked with her, I’d hate all men too.”
“See? So you get it. Now before we have to spend the day with my dad, will you fuck me again?”
“You’re a needy little thing, aren’t you?”
She nods, the cutest expression across her face, and I lift her t-shirt over her head. “What are you gonna do without me this week?”
“We could have phone sex?”
I like the idea and that she wants to talk to me during the week. But I don’t focus on it for long as I have her with me, my hands on her body, her eyes locked on mine, and her control relinquished over to me as I slide her panties down her sexy legs, loving her naked. And then I order her to do what I want.
Chapter 27
Quinn
“Would you like more salad, Merritt?” my mom asks as I watch my dad still glaring at him.
“No, thank you, ma’am.”
“What is it that you do again, son?”
“I’m in the oil and gas industry, sir.”
“Just like the last one,” he mutters under his breath.
“Excuse me?” Merritt says.
“Dad, could I talk to you alone, please?” I finally ask him throwing my napkin down, so aggravated with how he’s been treating Merritt. Heading down the hall, I storm into my parents’ office, and he follows, closing the door behind him. “What is your problem with him?”
“Nothing, I don’t even know him.”
“Well, you’re sure acting like you do. You’d treat a homeless person on the street better than you’re treating him.”
“I don’t like the way he stares at you, Quinn.”
“What are you talking about, Dad?”
“The look in his eye is a bit much. You two just met, right? And it’s as if you’re it for him.”
“Then be happy for me, Dad, please? I’ve finally found a good guy. Don’t make this hard on me.”
My dad steps closer to me, drawing my eyes to his and says, “Do you have any idea how hard that is for a father to do?”
“I understand that, Dad. Just try…for me…please.”
He kisses my forehead and then embraces me in a tight hug. As I hold on to him, I hope he can give Merritt a chance. My dad can be cold and closed off, but he is my father after all, and like Merritt said, we only get one.
“Well, your mom is great, but I officially think your dad hates me.”
“No, he doesn’t.” I glance at him as I drive him to the airport, so sad that his time in Denver has already come to an end. I really don’t want him to leave.
“Why didn’t you tell me your ex was in oil and gas?” he asks me.
“Because it wasn’t my place to tell and he’s a client…so I have to protect his privacy at all costs.”
“Even against me?”
“Especially you, silly. If you find out who he is, I’m sure you’ll send a pipe bomb to his doorstep.”
“Oohhh, that’s a good idea.”
Glaring at him, he leans over and kisses my cheek.
He rests his hand on my thigh, and I can feel myself already getting emotional as we near the airport. “Can we not talk about him anymore?”
“Of course, babe. I just always want to protect you.”
“I appreciate that, Merritt, so much. You’re so good to me.” Looking over at him, I miss him already. “Can I walk you in?” I ask him.
“If you want to, sure.”
“We could find a bathroom and have a quickie?” I offer with a smirk but can see he is actually considering it. Following the signs to the short-term parking, I take the first spot that I see. When I turn the car off, the tears prick the back of my eyes, and I fight them to stop. Merritt is oblivious as he kisses my neck, sucking and nipping on the skin and groping my breasts.
I try and fight back the emotions, but it’s hard, and a sob creeps out of me.
Alarmed, he pulls away, looking at me and once he can see that I’m visibly upset, he unlatches my seatbelt and pulls me over and onto his lap. Sitting comfortably in his hold, I stay in this moment for as long as I can.
“It’s only four days, and then I’ll see you Friday,” he tells me, trying to reassure me.
“It’s not that,” I say to him, choking back a sob.
“What is it then?” He brushes the hair out of my face waiting for me to tell him, and I hate to admit what I’m feeling, but he forces me to. “Tell me, please?”
“I’m just scared. This has all been so perfect, and I worry it won’t last.”
“What do you mean?”
“A guy like you can’t possibly be content long-term with a girl like me.”
He’s so confused, looking at me with a bewildered expression across his face. “Why would you think that?”
I shake my head, not wanting to elaborate any further. “Never mind.”
“No, don’t brush this off like that, tell me.”
“It’s my own insecurities getting the best of me, and it was stupid of me to let them out to begin with.”
“Nothing you ever say or feel is stupid. Don’t you understand? Talk to me.”
Gazing into his sexy eyes, he cups my cheek in the palm of his hand, his other arm still holding me tightly. “You need to understand how perfect you are in my eyes. I’ll never hurt you; that’s a promise you have to remember, okay?”
Listening to his words, they resonate deep inside of me. I’m not sure why I believe him, but I do.
“Thank you.”
“For what?”
“For understanding me and reassuring me.”
“Of course. I wish I didn’t have to go.”
“It’s only for a few days,” I say, trying to believe the words myself. And I’m stunned to realize how quickly I’ve gone from not wanting to see him, to dreading him leaving. Now to just make it through the week.
Chapter 28
Merritt
“Good job getting the Serranos back,” my dad says, popping his head into my office. He’s in town for a few days, and I go to respond, but before I can…he’s gone. Obviously in a big hurry.
Checking the clock, I have ten minutes be
fore my next meeting, and I haven’t talked to Quinn all day. We missed each other this morning, and I can’t stop thinking about her. Grabbing my cell phone, I get up and close my office door as I dial her number. Looking out at the water while the phone rings, I wish she were looking at it with me.
“Hey, this is Quinn, leave me a message.”
“Have I ever told you that you have the sexiest voice I’ve ever heard?” I smile thinking about it. “Anyways, I might have to keep calling your voicemail and jerk off. I miss you. Call me back, sexy.”
Hanging up. I look down at my hard shaft.
Seriously?
Now is not the time! “Mr. Smith,” Suzy chimes in through my phone. “Your four o’clock is in the conference room.”
Closing my eyes, I grab my suit coat and slide it on, but as soon as I do my phone rings. Across the screen is Quinn’s name and I answer it, not caring that I have clients waiting for me.
“Hi, babe!”
“Hey.” She’s quiet, and I worry something is wrong.
“Everything good?”
“Yeah, I’m just in the bathroom at work.”
“Are you now?” My cock stiffens all the way imagining her alone in a bathroom stall. “What are you wearing?”
“A tight blue dress.”
“Send me a picture,” I ask her and begin to rub my dick through my pants.
One comes through; damn, she is absolutely breathtaking. “God, I wish I was there to fuck you.”
“Me too.”
“Touch yourself,” I tell her and am rewarded with her sweet soft moans.
“Mr. Smith, I’m sorry to bother you again, but your father is requesting you begin the meeting,” Suzy chimes in through the phone system.
“It’s not even four yet,” I bark at Suzy.
“I’m sorry, sir.”
“Tell him I’ll be there at four.” Glancing at my computer, it’s 3:58. Quinn and I won’t have time to mess around now.
“You have to go?” she asks me.
“I do, I have a meeting. But I’m going to have my assistant give you access to my calendar. She’ll send you the link and tell you how to look at the schedule and see where I am, this way maybe we won’t miss each other so much, okay?”
“Okay,” she agrees, and I ask her, “What time will you be home tonight?”
“Around six.”
“Okay, I’ll call you then; make sure you’re naked.”
She giggles and I hate to end our call, but I have to. “Maybe just one more picture?” I ask her, and she says to me, “Bye, Merritt.” And hangs up as I watch the screen turn black. Then I head into the conference room, thankful that my cock isn’t hard anymore. Walking in, my father has already begun the meeting.
Fucking prick!
Like he really cares about punctuality. He doesn’t make it to half of the meetings he’s scheduled to attend. Shaking the clients’ hands, I sit down, and my dad just keeps yapping away, reading off whatever agenda was emailed to him. I doubt he even knows much about the deal.
My phone buzzes and I can’t stop myself from pulling it out. On the screen is another picture of Quinn. In this one she’s blowing me a kiss, her huge tits are straining the tight confines of her dress, and I’m tempted to fly there tonight, surprise her, and fuck her all night. Then leave on the first flight out of Denver in time to return here for another day at the good ol’ job.
“If there’s something more pressing, you need to attend to, Merritt, by all means, please do so.”
Peeved at my father for calling me out in front of potential clients, I say, “Thanks, we’ve got a hiccup with the Serrano deal. I think I’ll have to fly into Denver to handle it.”
Apologizing to the clients, I leave and tell Suzy to book me the first flight out of here into Denver. “Right away, sir.” She’s quick to respond, and I head into my office, making sure I’ve got everything covered for the rest of the day. Sitting at my desk, another picture comes through. Christ, this woman is killing me.
Texting her back, I tell her, You better stop with these pictures, or I’m gonna book a flight out there and take you hostage.
Another picture comes through, this one is of her cleavage, and Suzy chimes in. “Mr. Smith?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“I can get you out on a red-eye tonight leaving here at 12:37am, when would you like to return?”
“Is that the soonest that you can find for the departure?”
“It is. With Thanksgiving coming up, it seems like everyone is already making travel plans.”
“Shit,” I mutter under my breath and my dad barges in my office. “Let me get back to you,” I tell her.
“How come I was not aware that there was a problem with the Serrano deal?”
“It just came up, right before the meeting. That’s why I was late.” Even though I wasn’t actually late and there is no problem with the Serrano deal. Giving him a reason for not being there when he wanted me will make him happy.
“Can you fix it?”
“Of course I can.”
“Good.”
He walks off; my phone flooded with a ton of pictures from Quinn, and Suzy is looking at me from her desk across the building wanting to know if I want the flight booked or not. Fuck, this is all so much to handle. I’m not sure what to do. Should I go to Denver, when I won’t even get to her house until at least three in the morning? Or should I wait for her to come here this weekend?
Chapter 29
Quinn
It’s 6:15pm and my phone rings again. I hurry to finish up so I can leave and talk to Merritt. I don’t dare answer it now; ‘cause he’ll distract me and make me blush a shade of red I really don’t want anyone here to see.
“Night, Quinn,” my boss says walking out.
“Night,” I tell him and pack up my bag. Merritt calls me again, and I finally answer it, walking out.
“It’s 6:16, my dick is not happy with you right now.” I giggle and tell him, “Hello to you too.”
“Don’t be all nice and proper, this isn’t about a friendly exchange of words; this is about sex, baby.”
The elevator dings as it arrives on my floor and he says to me in an aggravated tone, “Are you still at work?”
“Maybe.” I push the lobby button and begin my ride down. He goes quiet and then my phone buzzes with a text. I look at the screen and see he sent me a picture.
Opening it up as I walk out into the bitter, cold night, I gasp at the sight of his rock hard dick, being clenched in the palm of his hand.
“Merritt?” I scold him.
“What? We had a date, and you’re late. So you better walk home super fucking fast.”
“I am.”
“But be safe, beautiful.”
I smile loving how he’s always looking out for me. “I miss you,” I tell him.
“Me too. How was your day?”
“Busy, but it flew by and kept my mind off you.”
“I wish I could say the same. I couldn’t shake you from my thoughts and then those pictures.”
“Sorry, I got a little carried away.”
“No, don’t apologize. I love them. You’re so gorgeous, you know that?”
Walking into my building, I have the biggest grin on my face. He always says the right things. “Thank you for saying that.”
“It’s the truth.”
“God, I wish I was there to fuck you.”
“I wish that too.” Opening the door to my condo, I can’t help but feel like maybe he’s lying and he’s here. He did say that if I didn’t stop with the pictures he was gonna fly out here, so it might have spurred me to snap a ton of them and flood his phone all day with them.
But looking around, my place is dark and quiet. Closing the door, I press my back to it, tears suddenly pricking the backs of my eyes. “You home yet?”
“Yeah, I just walked in.”
“Good! Get naked and text me a pic.”
Letting my coat and bag fall to the fl
oor, I step out of my shoes and don’t know why I’m suddenly so damn emotional.
“Jesus, I’m hard for you.” Keeping my emotions in check because I don’t want him to think I’m crazy, I strip naked. “Where are you?” he asks me.
“In the living room. You?”
“I’m in my bed, imagining your soft lips around the head of my cock.”
Closing my eyes, I imagine that I’m there too. I can feel him inside my mouth; his hardness makes me so wet. Dragging my hand down my body, I spread open my pussy lips and gently rub small circles over my clit.
“God, you taste good,” I tell him.
“You like me stuffing your mouth full?”
“Uh huh.”
“Are you touching yourself?”
“I am.”
“Send me a picture.”
I snap one of my body and send it to him. He groans when it comes through. “Finger yourself and imagine I’m inside you.”
“Keep talking.”
“I’m going to fuck you, okay?”
“Yes,” I pant.
“Can you feel the head of my dick as I rub it all over your sloppy pussy?”
“Uh huh.”
“Do you want me inside you?”
“Please, I want you inside me now.”
“I’m gonna go slow so you can feel every inch of me, okay?”
And with those words I sink two fingers inside of myself, moaning from the fullness. “That’s it, take all of me like a good girl.”
“Fuck,” I cry out, fingering myself in a way I never have before.
“You’re dirty, aren’t you?” he asks me.
“I am.”
“You like being fucked?”
“Uh huh.”
“Good, now slip your pinky into your ass. I’m gonna fuck it hard this weekend.”
I stop for a moment, never having had anal sex before, but Merritt has me so horny right now that I listen to him and as I use my pinky, a sensation reverberates from deep within my body. “Oh, God,” I cry out, stroking myself and he says to me, “Are you close?”
“Yes.”
“Good, now go faster and come hard.”