by Alina Jacobs
In the box of robot parts, he saw the case with the tiny camera that Rhonda had given him. He did not want to go to jail though. He was trying to ruin the Holbrooks, not his own life, not that it could be much worse. Rhonda was harping on the blackmail angles but hadn't told him she was playing Mark Holbrook, so he wasn't going to play into her plan if she wasn't going to be truthful with him.
"You just still want to leave an opening for Liz," he told himself. An opening for Liz, Liz with her legs spread open. He was finally about to fuck Liz. He grew hard thinking about it."You have another, oh, twenty-four hours," he reminded himself. He flipped through several men's magazines, making notes on his strategy. Clean apartment. Check. Interesting personal touches. He opened the box he had received from Amazon. There were tasteful and expensive-looking books about science, some Harvard memorabilia for that Ivy League touch, and picture frames. He slipped large-scale photos of Kal into them and placed everything around the apartment.
Wes made sure his nails were clipped and his sheets were freshly laundered. Then he planned out a drink list for the next night and a breakfast menu for the morning after and ordered the ingredients for delivery.
"And that's why I'm a great CEO," he said to Kal when he was done. "Efficient and effective."
He slept on the couch that night to keep his bed pristine. Kal was excited that Wes was sleeping in the living room and didn't let him have much rest. Not that Wes was really able to. All he could think about was Liz. Fucking her, cooking breakfast with her, going out to dinner with her, family holidays, friendly get-togethers.
Warning bells went off in his head. That was dangerous territory. He wasn't supposed to fall in love with Liz. She was supposed to fall in love with him. That was the plan.
"She's too enmeshed in your life," he said. That woke Kal up, then the dog was wide awake.
Wes checked the time. Three a.m. He took the dog out then went to the gym. Might as well start the day.
Liz was there, which was a good start. He watched her; she was doing lateral presses on a weight machine. Her legs were spread slightly, and he could see the outline of her nipples through the thin T-shirt material every time she strained against the machine's arms.
"You should go introduce yourself," a woman said to him. "I saw you flirting with her the last time she was here, and I know you look for her every morning, hoping to see her." The older woman winked at him. "It can't hurt to say hello."
Wes smirked. She had no idea. "Thank you. I think I will." Wes sauntered over to Liz as she was resting between sets. Then he leaned down and kissed her, letting his hand drift down to caress her lower back. He broke the kiss and looked over at the older woman. She flashed an okay sign at him, and her look said, not bad.
"I hope you aren't going to be too sore for tonight," Wes said to Liz.
"I just wanted to tone up. I didn't know you were going to be here so early."
Wes feigned shock. "You've been trying to avoid me when you know I like to watch you all sweaty with something really heavy in your hand?"
She giggled, and they spotted each other during the rest of the workout.
Liz went to work, but Wes didn't have a reason to be in the Holbrook tower. He didn't think he could handle being in an office near Liz. Instead, he took conference calls from one of the private lounge areas in his apartment building.
After finishing his last call that afternoon, his phone beeped.
I'm leaving early
That sent a jolt through him.
Also I have the implant and I want all of your dick and if you give me an STD I'll kill you and adopt your dog as my own.
Liz showed up at his apartment an hour later.
"Hi," she said.
Wes offered her a drink. She took a sip then slowly unbuttoned her coat.
This was supposed to be about revenge.
She was wearing a skimpy dress underneath it.
This was supposed to be about me owning Liz.
The dress barely covered her nipples. It showed an impossible amount of skin and barely covered the thong panties he knew she was wearing because, with that dress, how could she wear anything else? It didn't work, logistically speaking.
This was supposed to be about making Liz fall for the perfect billionaire.
Drink forgotten, he stalked over to her and half knelt in front of her, burying his face in the deep split of the dress neckline. She stepped out of her shoes, and he moved his face down to where the dress clung, outlining slightly the V where her legs met.
"You know," she said, "I always wondered what the women who bought these types of dresses wore them for. Now I think I've figured it out."
37
Liz
Liz gasped as Wes buried his face in the mound between her legs. Her inhibitions took a swan dive out of the window, and she had a sudden desire to put his cock in her mouth.
She dragged him back up, kissing his mouth. His freshly shaven jaw was smooth against her skin, and his mouth was hot. Their tongues mingled together.
Wes moved his head down to nip and kiss her breast, his fingers pushing their way into her panties, stroking her. "You are dripping wet," Wes purred, moving up to kiss her neck. "I love it."
She bit his jaw then gasped when he found her clit.
"I want to see your cock," she said.
"You do? That's funny because I want to bury it inside you while you spread your legs and wrap them around me, begging me to go deeper."
With a cry, she came quickly, too quickly. "I need more," she said. Pawing at his pants, she tried to undo the belt. Wes kissed her and pushed her back against the kitchen island, then she watched as he undid the leather belt slowly. It rasped as he drew it out of the belt hooks and clunked as the buckle hit the polished concrete floor. Wes undid his zipper, and she could see the slight sheen of the boxer briefs he wore underneath. She knelt down in front of him and put her hand on the hard bulge.
"Oh no," Wes said. "I've been thinking about this for months. There's only one place I want to come inside of you, and it's not in your mouth."
"I want to see you," she said as he pulled her up. She cupped his face, pressing greedy kisses along his jaw. She felt a slight burn at her hips, and she looked down. Wes held up the ripped, barely-there lace thong that had, only a few moments ago, been all that was between her and him.
"Too bad," he said as he let it fall to the floor. "They were pretty. Now, turn around."
"Are you going to fuck me?" she whimpered.
"Is that what you want?" he asked.
"Yes."
"Then no."
She moaned as he knelt down and pushed the dress up an inch. She felt the heat of his breath between her legs, and it felt deliciously forbidden.
No one had ever done this to her, and she panted and let out a stream of curse words as his tongue traced lines of pleasure more intense than his fingers had been able to coax from her. She came quickly again as Wes pressed his face between her legs, coaxing every shudder from her.
Panting, she slumped over the marble counter.
"Was that it?" she gasped as Wes leaned against her. She could feel the bulge in his pants as he slowly ground his hips against her backside.
"Was that it?" he repeated, swiping the hair back that clung to her sweaty face. He kissed the back of her neck. "I believe I promised you that I was going to make you come five times. I'm here for your pleasure, and I keep my promises. Don't forget that." He grabbed a fistful of her hair and arched her back against him. With his other hand, he ripped off her dress.
"For something so expensive, you'd think you'd be offered better quality," she said. She heard his pants fall to the floor.
"I'm expensive, and I am very good quality, Ms. Davenport. Let me assure you," Wes said.
She felt him rub his cock in the wetness between her legs, then he was in her. She moaned deep in her throat as each thrust rocked her.
"No, I—"
He stopped immediately and pulled ba
ck. She felt a sudden chill at the loss of heat. She turned around and looked at him.
"What's wrong?" he asked her.
"Nothing, I just wanted to see your cock before you, you know, blew your load."
He grinned slowly and spread his arms wide. "Like what you see?" His cock was fully erect. And quite wide. And long. It glistened from its brief foray inside of her.
Liz marveled. "Okay, I'm good. Keep going."
Smiling, he pressed her back against the counter, hoisting her up. She wrapped her arms around his neck, forcing his mouth to hers. Her legs spread wide, begging him to go deeper.
His rock-hard cock rubbed against her clit as he thrust inside of her. The sensation was everything she had always wanted.
She clung to him as she came.
"Three down. Two to go," he said hoarsely.
"I don't know if I can."
"For someone who has a Stanford MBA, you sure do give up easily, Ms. Davenport," he murmured in her ear. She could feel him inside of her, still hard. She whimpered as his cock sent raw pleasure jolts through her with every slight movement. "Do I have your permission to keep going?" The lust in his eyes was barely contained. She let her fingernails trail up his back, her freshly manicured nails catching on every ridge of muscle that rippled under the smooth skin. His cock twitched inside of her with every shiver.
"Please fuck me."
He smirked at her then pulled out then dropped to his knees, pulling her forward to him. His voice was slightly muffled, and the words echoed against the lingering effects of her orgasm. "I think I'll just eat you out all day instead."
"That—that," she gasped, "wasn't part of the plan." She didn't know how he made her come again. Some special secret maybe only the Holbrook men knew.
"You didn't finish," she said as he stood up. She noticed he was still rock-hard.
"Can I fuck you from the back, Ms. Davenport? I'm afraid you won't be able to hold yourself up otherwise."
She kissed him, and he turned her around to finish what he'd started. Liz was still electrified from the sensation of having Wes so close to her. He had one hand cupping her breast, two fingers pinching and rubbing the nipple. The other hand held her hip tightly as he lazily thrust into her.
"I could do this all day," he said, his voice low and gravelly.
"No one likes a braggart," she said, the last word cut off by a moan from the sensation of him. She panted as he fucked her. She felt so hot and charged.
His thrusts increased, and his rhythm grew slightly erratic. Liz came one last time with an honest-to-goodness scream. Wes slapped her lightly on the behind and turned her around, kissing her sloppily.
"That's the kind of finish I expect from Holbrook's star employee," he said as she grinned against his mouth.
38
Wes
Liz was saturated with the smell of sex. Wes really wanted to go again, but Liz looked flushed, and her eyes were dilated. She smiled a loopy smile when he kissed her.
"I think I've outdone myself," he said.
"I'll say," Liz said. He picked her up and carried her to the shower. Kal burst out of the bathroom when Wes opened the door.
"You locked your dog in the bathroom this whole time!" Liz exclaimed. "Poor Kal!"
"He doesn't have any manners," Wes said as he turned on the water to the bath.
"You don't have any manners," Liz said. Wes growled low in his throat and picked her up, dunking her in the tub then stepping in beside her.
"It's cold!" she squealed.
He pulled her close to him. "Let me warm you up."
She rubbed her hand up and down his chest, stirring up the water and mixing the warm and the cold together. "I really wanted to feel your dick in my mouth," she whispered in his ear. "It will be the first thing on my to-do list in the morning."
That made Wes hard.
"Or," she said, her voice low and throaty as her hand inched down, her fingers playing around the base of his shaft but not touching it. "Or I could just do it right now."
He wanted to fuck her again, and he was uncomfortably hard despite the water temperature.
"Look who's awake," she purred, stroking his shaft. Wes swallowed. He was supposed to be seducing her. He felt like he was trapped in her gaze as she slowly traced her fingers along his shaft, rubbing her thumb over the slit on his cock. He could feel his world shrink. His brain cells packed up and left the building. All he could think of was Liz. Fuck. Now.
"Careful," she said, her free hand tracing a wet line down the bridge of his nose. "I think you're starting to drool." He ran his hand up her back, holding her against him. Then she yelped as Kal jumped in the tub, splashing water all over the floor Wes had painstakingly cleaned just last night.
Liz laughed. Wes sighed. Cock-blocked by his own dog.
"What?" Liz asked him.
"I guess I'll just have to fuck you again in the morning. You're a bad wingman, Kal," he scolded the dog.
"Aww poor Wes," Liz said, kissing him all over his face. "Doesn't always get what he wants." Wes felt his smile slip for a second. Right, yeah, this was part of the plan. Not real.
But it felt real when they snuggled in bed together.
"Mmm," Liz said, inhaling the smell of his sheets. "They smell like you."
"Really?" Wes said, slightly annoyed. "I just washed them. Maybe somethings wrong with the machine." Liz straddled him and pushed him back onto the bed.
"No, they smell good. You smell really good." She pressed her face into his chest. "So good." Kal sprang up onto the bed and pressed his cold nose against Wes's bare chest as well. His fur was still slightly damp. So much for clean sheets.
"Never a dull moment with a dog around. You see, this is why I locked him in the bathroom."
Wes lay back against the mountain of pillows. Liz snuggled on one side, his dog on the other. Everything he loved all together.
No. Bad thought. Turn back. Do not continue. Wes sat straight up. "Dinner," he said.
"Stay," Liz slurred. Wes kissed her.
"I'll make something and bring it to you." She rolled over and wrapped herself around the dog. Wes glared at the animal. He wanted to trade places, but he didn't want to lose his heart, couldn't afford to lose his heart.
"Be mysterious but still inviting," he told himself, quoting from the men's magazine article.
He dressed then inspected the bed. Liz was sound asleep. She would probably be hungry in a little bit. He started to prep the ingredients for a special Japanese omelet and fried rice.
Just as he thought, as soon as the food started cooking, Liz padded out of his bedroom, wearing one of his shirts, Kal pressed to her side. He considered his reflection in the knife. Do not get attached.
"Food is ready in five minutes."
"He cooks. He does laundry. He has a dog," Liz said. "And my friends don't like you. I don't understand it. You're perfect." It was like she'd taken that knife and stabbed it into his heart.
Out of the corner of his eye, he watched her as she picked up her torn clothes. He smiled at the way her lips pursed when she was annoyed.
"I can't believe they just ripped like that," she said. "Brand new too."
"I hope you brought a change of clothes," he said.
"No," she said, disgusted. "Of course not."
"You can always wear some of mine. You're already wearing my shirt."
"It's a nice shirt."
"So, you didn't even bring a bra?"
She smiled brightly at him as he set the plate of rice with the oblong omelet on top in front of her.
"Ready?" he asked.
"For what?"
He took the sharp knife and carefully split the omelet down the center. It slowly unfolded, and he poured a rich, dark sauce over it.
Liz laughed and applauded. Wes handed her a fork, then they shared the food.
"You know, I really like you," Liz said.
"I really like you too," Wes told her softly. And fuck if he didn't mean it.
39
Liz
It was late morning when Liz woke up in Wes's apartment, wrapped in his sheets. She stretched and felt sore in all the right places. Wes still slept next to her. She took out her phone and snapped a picture. She wanted to remember this moment forever.
Setting her phone on the nightstand, she kissed him awake.
"Isn't this a good morning," he rumbled in her ear, pulling her close to him, kissing her neck and nipping and kissing his way down to her nipples. Liz stroked his rock-hard cock.
"I thought I wanted to suck your cock," Liz said and gasped when his fingers slid inside her, "but I think this is better."
"You're so wet, and I've barely done anything," he murmured against her mouth.
"I woke up wet," she said, spreading her legs, inviting him deeper inside her. She grabbed the nape of his neck, forcing their foreheads together. "I want you to fuck me. I want your cock."
In one smooth motion, he entered her, and she arched up, delighting in the sensation of the length of him as he filled her. He was slow and took his time, and Liz was sweaty and slightly trembling after she came.
"That was just as good as last night," she said as Wes lay half-sprawled on top of her, his head cradled between her breasts.
"Totally," he slurred as she carded her fingers through his dark hair.
They dozed.
Liz woke up a few hours later in a panic. "I have to go to work. It's the middle of the week! What am I doing?"
"I made a calendar invite for a fake meeting with Svensson," he said, rolling over. "Relax."
She drew lines in the slight sheen of sweat on his torso. "Your abs are insane," she said as she outlined them with her fingers then let her hand go lower along the ridge of the V that led to that magnificent cock. "I can't believe how lucky I am," she said.
Wes frowned slightly.
"You don't like compliments?" she asked.