Stud

by Jamie K. Schmidt

  “Why don’t we go back to my place? I don’t have a laptop because Billy broke his and I’m letting him use mine, but I’m sure we could figure out something to do.”

  Taking my hand, Mick kissed my palm and then placed it on his cock. I gripped his hardness through his pants. Oh, yeah.

  “I thought you were worried about having an affair with your employee,” I said.

  “I was.” Mick reached up and cupped my breast. He thumbed my nipple and I moaned. “But things have changed. Perhaps we can be discreet.”

  Did I want this? I closed my eyes for a second. He was offering a booty call and nothing more. Just straight sex without a relationship. A small pang hit my heart and my brother’s words came back to me.

  You deserve better.

  I did. But I also didn’t have time to be a good girlfriend or work at a relationship. Mick was convenient and sexy as hell. “I could fall in love with you,” I blurted out. What the hell had been in that Slippery Nipple anyway?

  He grinned like a little boy getting a new Nintendo for Christmas. “Let’s get out of here. I promise to keep my hands off you until we get to my condo.”

  I nodded, and he propelled me out the door. “Wait, I need to stop off at home and drop off my car. I parked in the garage over there.” I pointed across the street.

  “I can’t wait that long.” He kissed my neck. “Give me the keys and I’ll have someone drive your car to my house.”

  “I wanted to pick up some clothes.”

  “I’ve got that covered.”

  “How? How do you have that covered?”

  “You’ll see. I had some time to plan this.”

  I wanted to see. I wanted to throw caution to the wind and have this night with Mick. “Okay,” I said.

  “Thank you,” Mick said when we were in the car and speeding down the highway.

  “For what?” I asked self-consciously, remembering the last time we were in the car together. This time, I was keeping my panties on.

  “Simon and I bought out my parents today. The Wentworth Agency is now just him and me.”

  “That’s great. What about the…uh…other thing? Did Simon put the million dollars back?”

  “Warren, our father, is still going to trial. We decided not to negotiate that point, but mostly it was because Laila didn’t come through with the money.”

  “Yeah, she’s not too happy with me right now.”

  “That reminds me.” He snapped his fingers.

  I glared at him.

  “Starting Monday, you’re a full-time permanent employee of the Wentworth Agency instead of a contract employee. Your health benefits start immediately, and you can add your brother on as a dependent if you want.”

  All the air left the car. I couldn’t breathe. “My schedule?” I managed to get out.

  “Stays the same. You’ll report directly to Simon from now on. He’s your boss. I’m your co-worker. Aside from Lemmingware, we won’t be working on any other clients together.”

  “W-why?” I managed to get out. I couldn’t believe this. Did he know how much money I would save having health insurance?

  “Don’t cry. This is contingent on you not crying.”

  I giggled and sniffed back the waterworks.

  “I was a dick.”

  I raised an eyebrow. What had been in those tequila shots?

  “Once I saw how good you were, I should have immediately converted your temporary contract to full-time. But I didn’t, because I was selfish. I wanted to fuck you more than I wanted you to work for me.”

  I winced. That was honest. “What changed?”

  “You changed me. I enjoyed your company. I admired your intelligence and your work ethic, and you helped Simon and me cut all ties with my parents today.

  “Warren gave me the same sob story about the loan shark that he gave Simon. Only Simon had to pay him on Thursday. Warren had wanted me to pay him today.”

  “Three million each?”

  “Yeah. You were right. We have receipts placing him in Vegas a day before the theft. He hid them well, but I had a forensic accountant work overtime to dig them out. That evidence has been passed along to the prosecuting attorney. In any event, he was looking to flee the country with the six million. That was my guess anyway.”

  I was dumbfounded. “And your mother was all right with that?”

  “It was probably her idea. Anyway, after Janet took the picture of Simon comforting you, Laila pulled her family funds. Simon could only get a million five together. On such short notice, I also could only get a million five. So for once in our lives we worked together. I get my parents’ shares. He gets to be CEO of the Wentworth Agency and I get you.”

  I wasn’t sure how I played into the negotiations, but I liked the outcome. “You gave up being the CEO for me?”

  “I’ll still try to call the shots every now and then. But I like being an ad exec. Simon wanted more responsibility. Who knows? It might work out. He might fuck it up. But I’ll be there either way. In the meantime, my parents are out of our lives. We met with them yesterday and gave them a take-it-or-leave-it deal.”

  “They took the money?”

  “And ran. Their house is abandoned. Their cars are gone. I don’t know if they left together or apart, but they’ve vanished. Good riddance. Part of the deal was they aren’t allowed to initiate contact with either of us ever again. Today, it was all official.”

  “I’m sorry,” I said, rubbing his arm.

  Mick shook his head. “No, you don’t get how toxic they are. It’s best this way.”

  “So if this is a good thing, why were you so angry on the phone in the office?”

  “Oh, that.” Mick rolled his eyes. “Laila wants me to fire you.”

  “What? Why?” I couldn’t lose this job. Not now.

  “Because she thinks you’re fucking around with her husband.”

  “What did you tell her?”

  “I told her you were fucking around with me.”

  I held my cheeks in my hands. “Oh boy, so much for keeping it quiet.”

  “Now it’s just an office romance. While taboo, it’s not illegal unless I tell you something ridiculous like your bonus is dependent on giving me head.”

  “Is it?” I asked.

  “If it was, you’d make more than Simon and me put together.” Mick reached over and slid his hand up my dress.

  My heartbeat was thundering in my ears, while my pulse sped up. “So this is a romance?”

  “Well, it certainly isn’t a Western.”

  “So much for the reverse cowgirl position I had in mind.”

  “I’d rather see your pretty face while you bounce on my cock.”

  “See, I was going pervy and you had to go all sweet. I swear there was something stronger than tequila in that shot.” Mick’s hand was warm on my thigh. I wanted him to stroke me, but I wanted to finally be in a bed with him inside me more. So I was going to play it as cool as possible. “I’m not used to you being so nice.”

  “I’m not a nice man. I could give you the psychological bullshit that my parents made me who I am, but that crap only goes so far. Once you move out of the house, you have to own your shit. I never really wanted to be nice. Nice guys get taken advantage of and they never get the girls.”

  “That’s not true,” I protested.

  “Is your brother a nice guy?”

  I could see where he was going. “Leave Billy out of this. Oh, that reminds me, I should text him. And you need to come over for dinner soon so he can give you the third degree.”

  Mick shrugged.

  Mick—my former boss, now boyfriend—is taking me to his place. He’s sending someone to drop off my car. I’ll see you in the morning.

  Billy shot back: Be careful. Call if you need me to come kick his head in.

  Smiling, I slid my phone into my purse. “Besides, Billy has Maeva.”

  “Cyber sex doesn’t count.” Mick snorted.

  “So it didn’t count
when we did it?”

  He tickled the inside of my thigh and I squirmed away. “That’s true,” he admitted. “The girls I’ve been with just like to party, get laid, get presents, and get gone. If I didn’t have the money…”

  “Or a big cock,” I interjected before he could.

  “Exactly. If I didn’t have them, I’d be cybering a lot more.”

  “You didn’t even know about cybering before you met me,” I scoffed.

  “You have corrupted me. I was but an innocent choirboy when you seduced me with your frothy drinks.” He held a hand over his heart and sighed dramatically. I liked this side of him. I took his hand and intertwined my fingers through his.

  We pulled up to a gated community and Mick left the car with a valet. He handed my keys to another man in a livery uniform. “Please pick up the gray Honda Civic in the Frontage Garage.”

  “Level B3,” I said, wondering if he would need the license plate number.

  “Bring it back here and put it in my extra spot.”

  “Yes, sir.”

  The man actually bowed to him. No wonder Mick was such an authoritarian ass. He had people kowtowing to him all over the place. Taking my arm, he led me through a lobby and then into a gilded elevator.

  “There are cameras in this one,” he said with a touch of regret, as I blushed.

  He inserted a card into a slot and the elevator shot all the way up to the penthouse. The doors opened into a spacious living room with hardwood floors. Whirling around, I couldn’t get over all the room he had. “This place is amazing.”

  “Come see the view.”

  One wall was a large window overlooking the Hudson and downtown. “It’s beautiful.”

  He wrapped his arms around me and rested his chin on my forehead. “I’m glad you’re here.”

  Leaning back against him, I let the weight I had been carrying on my shoulders slide off. I had a full-time job with health benefits that allowed me a flexible schedule to take care of my brother. I had a new boyfriend, who was fantastic in bed. Or at least, I assumed so. We never actually had sex in a bed. Billy was going to start his new clinical trial soon and I was going to a trade show in Vegas.

  “Please tell me I’m not dreaming. Or if I am, please don’t wake me up.” I turned in Mick’s arms and kissed him. He tasted like tequila, salt, and lemon. I devoured his mouth. My dress hit the floor after he unzipped it and slid it down my hips. I stepped out of it as he backed me against the window.

  I yelped as the cold frame hit my back.

  “Sorry,” he muttered and went back in to continue the kiss.

  I ducked it. “Bed?”

  “Right.” He gave a soft chuckle and led me by the hand to his bedroom. Kicking off his shoes, he started unbuckling his belt. “Make yourself at home.”

  Crawling onto the king-size bed, I peeled off my too-tight shoes and wiggled my toes.

  “Feet hurt?” he asked, grabbing one and massaging it.

  “Oh, yeah.” I stretched and let him rub his thumbs all over the sore spots. I moaned and arched my foot so he dug deeper.

  Mick slid his hands up my legs and peeled off my pantyhose, taking my panties with them.

  I reached back to unclip my bra. He paused with his pants half open and inhaled sharply as my breasts bounced free.

  Climbing onto the bed, Mick kissed me and then moved down to my breasts. I laid back and enjoyed the sweet worship of his mouth and fingers. Tugging him on top of me, I wrapped my legs around his as I wiggled against him.

  “You’re wearing too many clothes,” I grumbled, pulling his T-shirt over his head. Rolling off me, he shucked off his jeans. Finally. Finally. We lay naked together. Pressed closely, his body fit into me perfectly. My nipples, sensitive from all the attention he paid them, rasped against the hair on his chest, coiling a frisson of desire down to my clit. His erection branded my thigh and I rolled my hips to get him to move it between my legs.

  “Fuck me, please. I need you inside me.”

  “So Yrsa,” he said, kissing down to my breasts again. His tongue strummed over my taut nipple and I gasped. Mick nipped at it and then smoothed the slight ache with a deep suck.

  “Oh,” I cried out, suddenly reliving the naughty moments on our computer.

  He stroked his hand down my stomach and I shamelessly opened my legs for him.

  “You better fucking have condoms,” I gasped out when his fingers entered me.

  Mick’s dirty chuckle almost brought me to orgasm. Moving over to my other breast, he flicked my clit. “All you want.”

  Clutching his shoulders, I moved my hips up to meet his questing fingers. He fingered me fast. I clamped my legs shut to keep his hand there.

  “Yeah,” I gritted out. “Oh, Starkad, fuck me.”

  “I seem to remember this going a little differently in the game.” Mick blew cool air across my heated chest and then licked down to my thighs. Shifting on the bed, he parted my thighs and rolled us both, so I was on top of him. Before I could moan, he yanked my hips down and spread me open. When his tongue speared into me, I grabbed hold of his cock and angled it into my mouth. Awkward at first, we found a rhythm where he licked my pussy and I deep-throated him. Moaning around his cock, I shook as he sucked on my folds and teased my clit.

  More. I wanted more. I bobbed my head up and down on him and then let him slide out of my mouth. I concentrated on licking circles over the head of his penis while stroking him. His fingers dug into my ass and his moan sent vibrations through my core.

  “Coming,” I screamed and ground down into his face when the thigh-shaking orgasm crested over me. I rubbed my breasts over his throbbing cock and wiggled to be released. But he kept flicking his tongue as I writhed and cried out. I sucked him back into my mouth and kept him there, lost in the frenzy of pleasure he was giving me.

  “Enough,” Mick ordered raggedly, slapping me on the ass.

  I whirled on him, but he pushed me flat on my back and knelt between my legs. He put on a condom while I played with myself.

  “I wished I could watch you do that while we cybered,” he said.

  “You could have. I wanted you to.”

  “I can’t get enough of how you taste.”

  He took my fingers and stuck them in his mouth, sucking on them. Then he plunged his cock inside of me.

  My toes curled. “Yes. Oh. Fuck. Yes.” He was long, thick, and hard. I lunged my hips up to meet him. More. I needed more.

  Mick had one hand on the headboard and the other hand holding my ass as he fucked me hard and fast. My breasts bounced. His eyes roamed all over me. I felt beautiful, sexy, and more aroused than I ever had been.

  Shivering all over, I lost control as each thrust of his big, powerful body claimed a part of my soul. I came all over his cock as he pounded into me. My fingers dug half-moons in his ass. He slid out of me and I gave a small sound of protest before he flipped me over on my hands and knees and continued his relentless assault.

  “Nice and deep,” he groaned, slamming my hips back against his.

  My fingers dug into the sheets as the slap of our bodies started me on another round of orgasms. I was begging him for more when he shouted and held me tight against him. I felt the rush of his orgasm and panted in reaction. Kissing my back, Mick slid out of me and disposed of the condom.

  I was having a hard time remembering my name. Tucking us both under the covers, he gathered me close. “Stay here tonight?” he murmured.

  I had strength enough to nod my head.

  Chapter 18

  Terri

  Mick had a set of clothes I could change into after my shower. I didn’t even want to know how he knew all of my sizes. While the bra and panty set was a little too Victoria’s Secret for my taste, the jeans and T-shirt fit like they had been made for me. The T-shirt was scooped low in front and I made sure he got a good look as he kissed me goodbye the next morning.

  “Check on Billy and then come back here. I want to spend the weekend with you.”r />
  “I don’t think I can leave him that long.”

  “You’re going to have to when you go to the trade show.”

  Mick was right. I bit my lip in indecision. I wanted to stay with Mick. A part of me was worried he’d act like my ex, Peter, and accuse me of babying my brother and neglecting my boyfriend. But I couldn’t deny that I needed a break.

  “Why don’t you come with me? We can take Billy out for brunch and then once he’s settled back home, we can have the rest of the weekend to ourselves.”

  “All right.”

  I was so happy, the kiss I gave him had us scrambling out of our clothes. This time, he pushed me up against the wall. My legs wrapped around him and his big hands were all over my breasts. He kissed me until I didn’t have any breath left. Then he slipped on a condom and fucked me so hard that a painting slid off the wall and crashed to the floor. I barely noticed. Mick didn’t even give it a second glance. He stared into my eyes and I forgot to breathe again. Tightening around him, I came, gripping him over and over again. Touching his forehead to mine, he grunted and let me milk his cock to orgasm.

  “Fuck, Terri,” he moaned. “I want you.”

  “You just had me,” I reminded him, my legs sliding back to the floor.

  “Tonight,” he said. “I’m going to be inside you all fucking night long.”

  “I can’t wait.”

  I had to stop kissing him; otherwise we’d be taking Billy out to dinner. As it was, Mick couldn’t keep his hands off my breasts.

  “That bra is driving me crazy,” he said.

  “You bought it,” I reminded him. Along with the itchy lace panties, but since I loved how hard it got him when I paraded around in front of him this morning, I figured it was worth a little discomfort.

  Mick went into the half bath to clean up while I went back into the master bathroom. I was hoping tonight we could put that whirlpool to good use. I was feeling a little stiff and sore, but in a good way—a very good way.

  I texted Billy to let him know what the plans were and that starting Monday we’d have health benefits because I’d finally been hired as a full-time, permanent employee.