Against the Glass (Office Liaisons Book 1)

by Jessica Ingro

  Deciding to ignore whoever it is, I turn the television on and take a fortifying sip of wine. Thanks to my argument with Parker earlier in the day, I need it. After I attempted to take care of business in the washroom—and subsequently failed to find my happy ending—I chose to ignore him the rest of the day. It wasn’t too hard to do since he had back to back meetings. I opted to leave the office at a quarter to five so that I didn’t have to risk seeing him at the end of his busy afternoon.

  The doorbell rings again, followed by an incessant knocking.

  What the hell?

  Setting my glass down, I stand up and shuffle quietly towards the door. You never know what kind of crazy person might be on the other side. Peeking out the dining room window, I see a dark head trying to peer through the curtains of the front door. For a brief second, my heart stops until the head pulls back and I’m met with the unmistakable profile of Parker Stone.

  For a few seconds I stand there, contemplating whether or not I should open the door. Part of me knows I’m being unreasonable, while the other part of me wants to stew on it for a while longer.

  “I know you’re in there,” he bellows, his fist banging on the door.

  “Give me a break,” I grumble under my breath as I make my way into the foyer. “I guess if I don’t want the neighbors calling the cops, I better put him out of his misery.”

  I pull open the door and it startles him. I smirk at catching him off guard. It’s not every day that happens.

  “What do you want?”

  Parker frowns at my short tone and produces a bouquet of flowers from behind his back—dahlias, my favorite. I take them from his hand and sniff them.

  “Thank you.” It sure is hard to stay mad at a man who remembers your favorite flower. Especially since I don’t remember ever telling him that.

  “Can I come in?”

  “Sure.” I step back and let him pass him. His arm brushes my braless nipples and I suck in a breath when they tighten into taut points. Traitorous boobs.

  “Look, I…” he trails off and swallows. His hand nervously rubs along the back of his neck. “I’m sorry. I didn’t think about what I was doing past the fact that it was so incredibly hot to have you under the desk with my dick in your mouth. It was a turn on having to act like nothing out of the ordinary was happening, when in fact, being with you is pretty fucking extraordinary.”

  “Go on,” I say, my lips forming a small smile.

  “You’re all I want. All I can think of day in and day out.” He closes the distance between us and takes my head in his hands. “You are my obsession, Paige Lancaster. I’ll do anything to make this up to you. Do you forgive me for being so insensitive?”

  “I forgave you about an hour ago,” I tell him. “I was just hanging onto my anger as a way to hide my guilt for being so hard on you.”

  “The last thing I want is for you to do something you aren’t comfortable with. I want to make sure you fully understand that you didn’t need to finish blowing me when Margot came in just because you thought that was what I wanted.”

  I love the fact that he worries about me feeling pressured. Most men whip out their dicks and expect you to fall on it, regardless of what you might actually want.

  “It’s not that I didn’t want to, because believe me I did. It’s just that I think I might have been a wee bit jealous of Margot. I didn’t like not being able to claim you. Call me a cave woman.” I shrug and pull out of his arms, not wanting to face him after that admission. Heading into the kitchen, I dig a vase out and put the flowers in water. Parker follows and leans his hip against the counter.

  “I think it’s sexy that you’re a cave woman,” Parker says as I arrange the flowers, studiously avoiding his gaze.

  “I am pretty sexy,” I agree.

  Parker comes up behind me and fits himself to my body. His arms circle my waist and his lips run along my neck. It feels so good… so right.

  “You’re the sexiest woman I’ve ever known. I don’t know how I’ve stayed away from you this long.”

  “I don’t know how either,” I half-joke.

  “I was an idiot,” he says in between feathery kisses.

  “Mmmm, I’ll attest to that.” I tilt my neck to give him a better advantage. It’s amazing I can even think at this point.

  “You going to show me the rest of your house?” His hands leave my waist, traveling north so they can cup my breasts. My head hits his shoulder.

  “Is that your way of getting in my pants?”

  He slides his hand into my waistband and hits the exact spot I want him to.

  “I’ll never beat around the bush about getting inside this pussy, Paige.” His finger slips inside me, punctuating that statement. “Pun intended.”

  “Okay,” I say with a shaky voice as he works his magic. It’s never been this good and easy with anyone before. It amazes me how effortlessly he can work me into a frenzy.

  Parker pulls his hand from my pants and I make a sound of protest.

  “Don’t worry, Paige. You’ll come, but on my dick, not my hand.”

  His hands maneuver mine so that I’m gripping the edge of the counter. He puts pressure on my back, forcing me to lean over the cool stone. My nipples are hard points under my tank top. My pussy is soaked and I’m panting with desire.

  Next thing I know, my pants are around my ankles and Parker is stroking my bare ass before slipping a finger down between my lips and deep into my pussy. The angle is a delicious one allowing him to reach more of me. My knees threaten to buckle when his thumb joins in pressing on my clit.

  “Good girl,” he praises. I glance over my shoulder to find his eyes honed in on his movements between my legs. It’s sexy seeing how hungry this is making him.

  His hand that’s not busy doing dirty things to me quickly opens his pants and his cock springs free. His fingers between my legs are quickly replaced with his head as he runs it up and down my slit, coating himself in my wetness.

  “Tip your ass up,” he instructs me. When I do, he slips inside my waiting pussy. Thank God we chose to do away with condoms. It means quick access anywhere, anytime.

  Within seconds of him setting up a punishing rhythm, I’m coming hard. His name is a loud cry leaving my lips and echoing throughout the room.

  “That’s it, baby. I’m almost there.”

  “Parker, come in me with your huge cock,” I urge him as I push back into him. My dirty words never fail to send him over the edge and I want him to explode inside me so badly.

  “Such a filthy mouth. Such a perfect cunt,” he practically shouts as he buries himself to the hilt and lets go.

  As Parker pulls out of my body and grabs a towel to clean me up, I feel spent. Completely and utterly wiped. Everything about being with him makes me feel more. I only hope he feels the same way.

  Several hours later, after a tour of the house and a pretty heavy make out session that started on the couch and ended in my room, we’re lying in my bed. Parker is running his fingertips lightly up and down my arm. My head is resting on his chest. Our post coital bliss is so natural, it’s downright terrifying.

  We can’t seem to get enough of one another and I can totally see myself getting used to this feeling. It’s dangerous. Especially since there are so many caveats to a relationship with him. The first being the fact that he is my boss. The second being we haven’t actually talked about the future or this being anything other than really great sex.

  Parker’s hand suddenly stills and he looks down at me. My eyes lift towards him.

  “Can I ask you a question?”

  “You just did,” I joke. He rolls his eyes at me and pinches my side, making me giggle.

  “Why did you take a break in the washroom today? You know you can use the Executive Lounge whenever you need.”

  Did I really want to go into this with him? Yeah, I guess it would serve him right for the stunt he pulled today. Plus, I’ve always wondered what his reaction would be if he knew. I often ima
gine that he gets hot and bothered at his desk knowing I’m using the washroom and not knowing for sure what I’m doing in there.

  “I sometimes get myself off in the washroom.” I use my hand over my mouth to muffle the admission.

  “You what?” His hand comes down to grip mine, pulling it away from my face.

  “I might diddle the old clit every now and again, during my workday.” My secret is no longer. I can feel my face burning from shame. Maybe I shouldn’t have said anything. It’s one thing to think it, but it’s another to say it out loud.

  “Shit.” Parker starts choking on his own tongue. He coughs so hard, I sit up.

  “Are you okay?”

  “Are you serious?” He chokes out, ignoring my question. His voice raises an octave, right along with his eyebrows that are now in his hairline.

  “Maybe?”

  “Son of a bitch,” he bites out, his hand now pinching the bridge of his nose. “All those times you went off on break and I was fantasizing about fucking you, you were masturbating? At work?”

  “I suppose…”

  “And that day I wanted you so bad I could have sworn I smelled your arousal? I could barely contain myself. I was ready to throw you down on my desk and rip your clothes off.”

  “You mean the day I decided not to wash my hands so that you could smell me?”

  His face drains of all color as he stares at me blankly. Uh oh… I think I might be in trouble. But he doesn’t say or do anything. He just keeps looking at me with that weird expression.

  Did I break Parker?

  Next thing I know, I’m being tackled to the bed and Parker’s face is looming over my own. He has both my hands in his, braced over my head. He maneuvers himself so that he’s between my legs, his cock hard and ready to go.

  Guess I didn’t break him after all. I was just winding him up.

  “Tell me why I shouldn’t deny you this?” He asks when I squirm beneath him.

  “Because you want it as much as I do?” I tip my hips up and he slips inside an inch. I want all the inches, damn it. All nine of them to be exact.

  “Probably more,” he says thoughtfully.

  “Parker,” I whine. “Please.”

  “Why did you tease me that day?” He starts to pull out again when I bite his lip.

  “Why does it matter?”

  “It matters to me,” he says earnestly and my heart melts a little. I hate showing vulnerability, but I guess I can make an exception for him. Especially if it gets him inside me faster.

  “Because I wanted you. So damn bad, Parker. Most of the time, it would be your name on my lips whenever I came.”

  My honesty is rewarded when he slams his cock into me so hard, I gasp for breath.

  “Fuck, I love being in your cunt.” His words are harsh pants as he rides me harder than I’ve ever been ridden before.

  My orgasm rushes up out of nowhere and engulfs me in wave after wave of the sweetest pleasure.

  My pussy squeezes him like a vice, taking him with me. He stills himself, his forehead resting on mine as he releases deep inside me.

  After we’ve cleaned up and we’ve resumed our earlier positions, Parker kisses the palm of my hand and rests it on his heart. His larger one holds mine in place.

  I’m just starting to doze when he asks, “Earlier, you said you were jealous that you couldn’t stake your claim on me?”

  “Yeah.” My heart beats loudly waiting to see where he’s going with this.

  “I want you to claim me. The same way I want to brand you so every single asshole who thinks they have a chance with you knows you’re mine.”

  I raise my head and look at him, completely floored by his admission.

  “Really?” He nods his head. “I want that too.”

  He smiles warmly and plants a kiss on my lips. His hand pushes my head back down and we continue to lay together in silence. “Good. Then let’s see where this goes.”

  I love knowing we’re going somewhere, but at the same time, I have another concern I need addressed before I can bask in the knowledge he’s actually mine.

  “Parker, what do we do at the office? What will we tell people?”

  “We’ll act professional like we always do, but if anyone asks, we won’t hide it,” he says after mulling it over in his head.

  “I like that idea. It’s perfect.”

  And it is.

  Chapter Nine

  Parker wastes no time publicly declaring we’re together. The next day at work, an overflowing vase of dahlia’s shows up on my desk first thing. I’m not even sure when he had time to order them. Maybe when I was in the shower? It doesn’t matter. His intent is what matters and the fact that it’s crystal clear.

  “Morning, Paige. You must have quite an admirer,” Sarah from down the hall muses as she stops in front of my desk and takes in the flower arrangement.

  I smile broadly, both because she’s right and because she is Margot’s best friend. I couldn’t have planned this any better if I tried.

  “Oh, I do,” I respond coyly.

  “Tell me about him.” She leans her hip on my desk, waiting for the gossip, and I barely resist the urge to laugh victoriously.

  “Well, he’s sexy and smart…”

  “I like sexy. Do tell,” she interjects.

  “He’s tall and muscular, but not crazy muscular, more on the lean side. He has dark hair and beautiful blue eyes. Oh and he’s packing some serious heat, if you know what I mean.” I wink and hold up my fingers because really what else can I do?

  Sarah swallows hard and color rises in her cheeks. I’m guessing she’s imagining having something of that size in her. She finally clears her throat and says, “Wow. Where’d you meet him and does he have a brother?”

  Just then Parker strolls into the office every bit the sexy man I just described him to be. His eyes lock with mine, and he wears the smile of a man who knows how good he got it last night.

  “No brother,” I tell Sarah without taking my eyes off him.

  “Cousin?” She asks, and then realizes I’m not really paying attention to her.

  How could I when Parker walks right up to me and plants a kiss on my lips. It’s chaste, sure, but the heated expression on his face when he pulls back is anything but.

  “Do you have a cousin, Parker?” I ask and Sarah makes a strangled sound from next to us.

  “Sure, why?”

  “Oh, Sarah was just wondering.”

  My response has Parker turning his attention to our company. “Yeah?”

  “Oh, it was nothing. Look at the time. I have a ton of work to do,” she quickly says and pushes away from the desk. Scurrying down the hall she calls out, “See you guys later.”

  “What was that all about?” Parker inquires as I follow him into his office, being sure to leave the door open behind me. I don’t need tongues wagging so soon. They’ll be plenty curious about our relationship. I’d like to keep their speculation of what happens in the office a little more PG.

  “Just me staking my claim on my man.” I smile broadly at him. His eyes darken and his head starts to descend. I step back leaving him kissing air.

  “Cold, Lancaster.”

  “Necessary, Stone.”

  Parker thankfully leaves it alone. He settles at his desk and we go through our normal routine, only with one slight deviation. As I stand next to his desk going over his messages, he tries running his hands up my skirt. I smack them away only to have him repeat the offending behavior.

  “You’re being bad, Mr. Stone,” I tell him in a haughty voice.

  “I’m just remembering how fabulous you looked this morning with your lips wrapped around my…”

  “Good morning, Parker,” his uncle interrupts, his eyes on his nephew before turning his attention to me. “Paige, could you give me a moment with my nephew?”

  “Sure thing, Mr. Stone.” I give Parker a worried look over my shoulder as I leave the room. I’m sure my face is as red as a tomato, consid
ering I’m not sure how much his uncle heard before he made his presence known.

  Mark and Parker stay behind closed doors for what feels like an eternity. I chew anxiously on the inside of my mouth as I attempt to focus on my emails. I don’t know who I’m fooling though. My eyes never stray from the door.

  I jump slightly when Mark leaves, shutting Parker’s door behind him. He doesn’t say a word to me until he is standing in the doorway to the hall across from my desk.

  “Miss Lancaster, won’t you take a walk with me?” Mark holds his arm out, telling me to join him.

  My heart is galloping in my chest like a dozen wild horses as we walk side by side towards the atrium. The whole time, I’m ready to throw up my breakfast not knowing what he is going to say to me. Especially since it’s evident he’s not going to utter a word until we arrive at our destination.

  Are we in trouble? Is it wrong for Parker and me to be together? Wouldn’t he have told me if we were breaking some sort of rule?

  I swallow hard as Mark holds the glass door to the atrium open for me to precede him.

  This is it.

  I’m either going to get my hand slapped or I’m going to get fired. Either way, I’m going to puke on Mark’s expensive leather shoes. No question about it.

  “I received your application for the internship position, Paige. I must admit I was rather pleased you wanted to finish out your course credit here, rather than spread your horizons at a competitor. As you know, we have some of the finest architects working here at Stone, Lundwig & Stone,” Mark immediately jumps into the conversation when the door shuts behind us.

  I relax marginally now that I know his chosen topic. I could talk about my passion all day every day if that’s what he wants.

  “Thank you, Mr. Stone. I’m very excited for the opportunity to learn from the best.”

  “You and Parker make a good team.” His statement is leading. I’m not going to fall for it, however.

  “We do. I’ve worked for him a long time now.”

  He clears his throat and gestures towards the wooden teak benches that face one another. All around us are the greenest plants and most beautiful, luscious flowers pointing their faces up towards the sun streaming in through the glass ceiling. It’s just one of the benefits of being on the top floor of the building.