Ink

by Michaela Scott

  “Why not?” Eric asks with a little bit of an edge in his voice, “Is our furniture not high end enough for you?”

  Shit, I pissed them off by implying that their 30 dollar furniture was anything less than luxurious. I draw my hand out from between Haley’s legs as I try and save the meeting.

  “Of course it is, but at the higher levels, we want our customers to have more personalized spaces, and if we sign a total exclusivity agreement, we limit what we can do.”

  Around the table, a few of the Norwegians are whispering to each other. I start doing math in my head, calculating how much of a discount I’m willing to give before I abandon this agreement altogether. Before I can finish, Haley breaks the silence.

  “Do you guys have an R&D wing?” she asks.

  Eric looks confused.

  “Yes, of course.”

  “And you employ interior designers full time, right?”

  “Yes, but what does that have to do with anything?”

  “Well, you guys roll out new furniture once a season, right? Which means if you have a radical idea, you can’t necessarily try it without losing a whole quarter’s profits. Why don’t you let your designers design experimental furniture for our high-end apartments in exchange for a cut of the profits? If your luxury furniture is next to other luxury brands, you might be able to open up a line of higher-end furniture to sell to big spenders stateside, and you can find out what people like and don’t like by putting your experimental ideas in our apartments.”

  Eric looks down at the table, searching for a response, but the Norwegian to my right beats him to it.

  “That’s a brilliant idea. We’ve talked about launching a higher-end line of furniture, but we didn’t have a way of rolling it out without it looking like a cynical rebranding exercise.”

  I’m about to add something, but when I feel Haley’s fingers running up and down the inside of my thigh, insanely close to my hardening cock, I’m too fucking shocked to remember what it was.

  “Of course,” Haley says, “In exchange for providing you with an opportunity to rebrand, we want the 85% discount intact.”

  “66%,” Eric counters.

  “Sorry,” Haley says, “But it’s going to be very hard for us to work with you for anything less than 85%. We have too many compelling offers from your major competitors.”

  As Haley says the words “very hard,” she slides her hand across my cock. Before she can pull it away, I grab it and hold it firmly against me, and Haley gasps loud enough to make one of the investors on the other side of the table look quizzically at her.

  If Haley wants to play with my cock, then I’m going to make sure she knows exactly what she’s dealing with.

  Eric furrows his brow, and then the Norwegian sitting to his right whispers into his ear.

  “Alright,” Eric says, “It’s a deal. We’ll work out the specifics later this month.”

  “Excellent,” I say, “If I’d have known how big you were on high end furniture, I’d have proposed this deal a long time ago.”

  With our business concluded, we shake hands, promise to stay in touch, and I retreat into the elevator with Haley.

  “Next time I’m in a business meeting, I’m sitting across the table from you,” she says.

  “Where’s the fun in that?”

  “God, you’re lucky I didn’t start moaning in front if all those Norwegian guys.”

  “I wouldn’t call that lucky. Hearing you moan would be worth losing that entire deal.”

  I gently grab Haley’s wrists and push them into the wall of the elevator. She doesn’t resist, not even as I press my cock into her thigh. “Would it be worth losing your company?”

  “If you’re asking, that means you’re thinking about it.”

  Haley’s breathing speeds up, and she presses herself hard into my cock. Unfortunately, we were only on the second floor, so the elevator doors open up almost immediately, and Haley squirms out of my grasp as an elderly couple comes around the corner and takes our place in the elevator.

  “Jace, let’s just get the hell out of here so I can get out of this dress.”

  “Trust me Haley, there’s nothing I want more than to get you out of that dress.”

  Chapter 21: Haley

  Jace Fisher may have been his usual horny self in that meeting, but for once, I wasn’t thrown at all. I lean back into my limo seat, still high off adrenaline.

  “Admit it,” I say, “I saved your ass at that meeting while you were trying to finger me under the table.”

  “Young lady,” Jace says, mock disapproval dripping from his voice, “How dare you accuse me of trying to finger my own stepsister. I’d just dropped my pen, and I thought it might have been between your legs.”

  “You’re disgusting,” I say.

  “I’m disgusting!?” says Jace, “You grabbed my cock while you negotiated a deal with a room full of skeptical Norwegians. You’re a freak.”

  I bite my lip as I remember how Jace held my hand against his bulge, making me feel exactly how big it was.

  “You’re the one who kept it there,” I say.

  “What did you think, by the way? Do you know how many times that some girl’s told me that I’m the biggest she’s ever had?”

  “You know, a lot of times, girls just say that to make the guy feel good.”

  “Are you doubting me? Do I need to pull it out?”

  “Ew. Definitely not, thank you.”

  “I bet I’d be the biggest you’ve ever had.”

  Jace gives me a smirk as he grabs his package through the crotch of his pants. I try not to let my eyes linger on the seriously huge bulge he’s packing.

  I’m not going to stroke his ego by admitting it, but when he held my hand up to his cock, I was wondering if he had stuffed his pants it was so big. But the tighter he held it to my hand, the more I could tell that it was 100% real.

  So of course, now I actually am a little curious what that monster looked like. Not like I’m ever going to admit that to Jace.

  “Can you at least stop making things sexual for one second and acknowledge that I did a good job?”

  Jace’s eyes find mine and wake up a couple butterflies that had been sleeping in my stomach. God, why does he have to have such pretty eyes?

  “You were great,” he says, “You’re going to be an excellent businesswoman.”

  “Thank you.”

  “Keep closing deals like that, and I might start letting you touch yourself once every two weeks or so.”

  The limo pulls into the parking deck of the Fisher Building, and I get into the elevator, anxious to get out of this insane dress.

  “Go ahead and head up,” Jace says, opening an envelope that was sitting at the front desk, “I’ll be up in a second.”

  As soon as I’m alone, the throbbing in between my legs that had been coming and going all day reaches a fever pitch.

  Holy shit, I’m horny. Unfortunately, with Jace supposedly coming up to the suite any second now, there isn’t exactly anything I can do about it.

  Maybe things will get better if I get into some of my old clothes. I rifle through my box of old clothes, pulling out the first complete outfit I find and ducking into the bathroom to change.

  A white t-shirt with an elephant on the front and a pair of jeans. Normal. Boring. A little dorky.

  Too bad my nipples are still hard little pebbles and the ache between my legs hasn’t gone away at all.

  When I step out of the bathroom, Jace is waiting for me.

  “I remember that shirt,” he says, “You used to wear it with no bra underneath back in Connecticut.”

  “Jace, don’t be gross!”

  “I was just making an observation. You know, I have such good memories of you in that shirt that I’m not even going to make you get changed.”

  “Wow, thanks,” I say, rolling my eyes, “That’s really generous of you.”

  “You’re the one that signed the contract,” Jace says.

/>   Jace’s eyes devour me as he looks me up and down. I should have known that Jace was going to make things sexual no matter what I wore.

  “You know what just came in downstairs?” Jace asks with a grin.

  “What?”

  “The master key. The card that opens every door in this entire building.”

  Jace holds a solid black card up between his fingers.

  “So does that mean I can move into a different suite?”

  “It would have, if you hadn’t signed the contract. You’re sleeping in my bed now, remember?”

  Oh, yeah…I’d forgotten about that part of the contract. I guess I’ll just have to have to take cold showers before bed for the next……um…two months.

  “Okay, so…what’s so cool about having the master key?”

  “What’s cool is this place has three pools, two gyms, a game room, a bar, and we’ve got it all to ourselves. Want to go swimming?”

  “Not with you.”

  “Do I literally have to order you to loosen up and have some fun?” Jace asks, his eyebrows raised.

  “I am having fun…” I say.

  “Haley, you’re wound up like a spring. You need to get your mind off Laura, or RentNation, or whatever’s stressing you out.”

  It’s you, Jace. You’re the one stressing me out…

  Of course, I don’t say that. I bite my tongue and try to figure out whether swimming with Jace is my idea of a nice afternoon.

  “Look,” says Jace, “Let’s go to the game room. If you can beat me in a game of pool, you can have your own suite.”

  “Seriously?” I ask.

  “Sure,” Jace says.

  “Let’s go,” I say, pulling Jace off the couch and leading him to the elevator. He doesn’t know how much better I’ve gotten at pool while I was in San Diego.

  “Of course,” says Jace, as the elevator doors close, “If I win, you’re going to be spending a lot more time in your underwear when we’re around the suite.”

  I bite my lip, suddenly nervous about whether my pool skills are good enough to make a bet like that. I look over at the buttons on the elevator.

  “What’s O?” I ask.

  “O? I’m not sure,” says Jace.

  “Isn’t this your building? How can you not know what’s inside it?”

  “Well, I basically gave the designers a blank check and told them to go crazy, you know?”

  Jace pushes O with his thumb, and the elevator starts to go up. Way up. When the doors open, we’re in a huge, wide open lounge with couches and chairs everywhere. The walls are all made of glass, and since we’re near the top of the building, the view goes for miles.

  “Observation deck,” Jace says, “That’s right. We also have an observation deck.”

  “I guess I’m going to have to be the responsible one once this building opens.”

  “It’ll be like it was back in Connecticut,” Jace says, “You try to make me act responsible, and I try to make you act irresponsible.”

  “Right,” I say, “Because all successful businesses work like that.”

  “I think it works pretty well for us,” says Jace.

  Then, he smiles at me, and I get a powerful urge to kiss him. Jace notices, and gives me a look that says that if I did, he would like it, a lot.

  I can’t kiss him, though…he’s my stepbrother, and there are too many people watching us…

  I turn away from Jace, walking over to one of the glass walls of the observation deck and looking down at the street below. Of course, looking down the slightly rounded side of the building just reminds me of how much this place looks like a giant cock.

  “Did you make it look like that on purpose?” I ask Jace.

  “Like what?”

  “Like a huge cock.”

  Behind me Jace doubles over laughing.

  “What are you talking about?” he asks.

  “This place looks like a dick. It’s rounded at the top. Did you do that on purpose?”

  “I think that’s just your dirty mind, Haley. You’ve clearly just got cock on the brain.”

  Jace walks right up behind me, looking over my shoulder and down the side of the skyscraper.

  “It’s not just me, though…Erika said the same thing.”

  “I don’t know, I don’t see it.”

  “That’s probably because you’ve never seen a big cock before.”

  I squeak as Jace flips me around, pushing his hands into my sides and pulling me into his body.

  “We both know that’s not true, Haley.”

  “Jace…” I say, weakly, “We can’t……”

  “Really?” asks Jace, “You’re telling me you’re haven’t been insanely wet for me all day? I really should have put something in the contract about lying to me.”

  Jace lightly brushes the hair out of my face as his other hand comes up to the side of my neck.

  “It’s just not a good idea.”

  “Fuck good ideas. Fuck what we can and can’t do. I want you, and I know you want me. Your body is on fire right now, Haley.”

  Jace’s hand traveled down to my chest, where my hard, swollen nipples were clearly visible through my shirt.

  “Look at you,” Jace says, rolling his thumb back and forth across one nipple, bringing a soft, needy moan from between my lips.

  “Your nipples are hard, you’re breathing like you just ran a marathon, and you’re literally moaning, and you’re telling me that you don’t want my tongue on your pussy? You don’t want my fingers rubbing your cute little clit? You’re not thinking about how good my cock would feel inside you? Excuse me if I don’t believe you.”

  Oh, God…the way Jace’s body feels on mine is driving me crazy. I know that there are a hundred good reasons not do to this, but right now I can’t seem to remember what they are. All I can think about is Jace, how wet I am, and how good it would feel to fuck him.

  “You’re such an asshole,” I say, bringing my face in towards Jace’s.

  “And you love it,” Jace says, before lunging in and giving me a hard, deep kiss.

  I can’t take it anymore. I start unbuckling Jace’s belt as his hands explore my body, unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans so I can slide my hand into his pants and feel his cock.

  Holy shit. I can barely wrap my fingers around it. With all the jokes Jace makes about having a huge cock, I always told myself he was probably overcompensating. He definitely isn’t.

  As one of my hands squeezes Jace through his boxer briefs, the other one travels up under his t-shirt, discovering the ridges and valleys of his perfect body. I’m so turned on by the way he feels on my fingers that I start moaning into Jace’s mouth while he kisses me.

  What we’re doing is dirty, reckless, maybe even dangerous.

  But none of that matters now. All that matters is how good it feels.

  Chapter 22: Jace

  As soon as Haley reaches into my pants and grabs my cock, I’m fucking gone. From the way she acts around me, I was always expecting her to be shy and nervous when we finally got down to it. What I definitely wasn’t expecting was for her to drop the innocent little stepsister act completely and start playing with my cock like it was her new favorite toy.

  Now, there’s no way in hell I’m holding back. Haley’s going to get everything I have, including every inch of my cock.

  But not yet.

  I pull away from Haley, who’s been trying to get my shirt off for the last minute or so, but hasn’t been able to because she can’t stop kissing me. As soon as I take a couple steps back from her, her hands reach out for me and she whimpers in disappointment. It’s really something, seeing her like this. My cock throbs as I think about what I want to do with her.

  “Is something wrong?” Haley asks in a breathy voice, shifting from foot to foot.

  I peel my shirt off, and Haley’s eyes widen. Then, her eyes drop down to my opened jeans, hanging low on my hips.

  “Jace…” she says.

  “Shh…�
�� I say, holding my finger up to my lips.

  Haley looks up at my face for a second, then back down at my cock. She can barely bring herself to look away from it.

  “Like what you see?”

  I grab my cock through my jeans and thrust my hips forward a little. Haley bites her lip, blushes a little, and starts nodding really fast. It’s basically the most adorable thing I’ve ever seen.

  “Good,” I say, “But if you want to see more, you’re going to have to follow a couple orders. Okay?”

  “Okay,” Haley says.

  “Good girl. Why don’t you get started by taking off that cute little elephant shirt?”

  Haley brings the bottom of her shirt up above her bellybutton, holds it there for a few seconds, then shuts her eyes tight and pulls it over her head and onto the floor in one smooth motion.

  “Perfect. Now, I want you to take off your bra and show me those tits you were trying so hard to hide from me yesterday.”

  Haley’s hands reach up to the clasp of her bra and unhook it. As she slowly shrugs it off her shoulders, she never takes her eyes off mine. When she’s done, I look down at her amazing tits, which are even better than they were in my fantasies, rising and falling with her breath. The sight of her standing in front of me, topless, waiting for my next command, made me want to walk over to her, throw her onto the nearest couch and start fucking her brains out, but I manage to restrain myself.

  I take a few steps toward Haley, just enough so that her hard, bare nipples brush against the top of my abs when she breathes. She leans into me slightly, so that her breasts are lightly pressed against my chest, and my cock goes fucking loco.

  “This is a good start,” I say, “But really, we’re just even. I’m topless, you’re topless. If you want to see what’s underneath my pants, you’re going to have to show me what’s underneath yours.”

  My hands glide across Haley’s ass and give it a light smack. Then, I take a couple steps back, going on a long, leisurely walk around the observation deck, hoping that when I turn around again, Haley will be totally naked.

  She isn’t. Both her hands are on the button of her jeans, trembling.