“Like that, baby?” Chase’s voice sounded challenging and brutal.
I closed my eyes as I grabbed onto his biceps and held on for the ride. “Yes, please.”
He buried his face in my neck and bit down as he started slamming into me with no give. I had to spread my thighs open as far as I could or be bruised all to hell. But as hard as he was pushing, I was pretty sure I was going to be bruised regardless.
His thrusts were stretching my body open and touching places deep inside. He wasn’t caressing me, or kissing me, or saying sweet things to me. Chase was unapologetically fucking me and nothing more.
It felt unbelievable.
The pleasure, the discomfort, the euphoria, the pain…all of it had my body reeling.
I pushed back meeting him thrust for thrust trying to take in as much of his big dick as I could. I could hear his breathing labor. “Fuck, babe, you’re hot, tight pussy is fucking perfect.”
God, I loved his dirty talk.
“More…give me more, Chase.”
He grunted. “More what?”
I went with the truth. “More everything.”
He braced himself up on his elbows and looked into my face and his thrusts became harder and deeper. His blue eyes had me absolutely hypnotized. I held his gaze for as long as I could, but the harder he slammed into me, the more difficult it was not to throw my head back into the pillow and squeeze my eyes shut against his assault.
I finally couldn’t take his penetrating stare any longer. “What?” I managed to squeak out.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, Quinn. But your face when you’re being fucked is a work of goddamn art and I want to be the only one who makes you look like that. I want my cock to be the only one that you cum all over.”
This time I did throw my head back and close my eyes. I held on tighter and started thrusting back harder. “Make me cum, Chase. Please!”
Not one minute later, my core was shooting out pleasure in a starburst all throughout my body. My pussy clamped down so hard on Chase’s cock, I was certain there’d be no way he could dislodge himself if he tried.
Luckily, he didn’t try. He pounded his cock into my heat forcing me to take him through my orgasm. And then something miraculous happened.
I’d only read about it in books. I’d never known it to be real; almost like a mythical unicorn.
That ball of tension began again and I was certain my body was going to explode. “CHASE!”
I didn’t think he could give me any more than all he was already giving me, but he held his weight up on one elbow while he moved his other arm down to hold onto my waist and held me firm while he pounded harder into me. “Yeah, baby, give me another one. Cum the fuck all over me, Quinn.”
I came with so much force, my entire body-inside and out-was racked with tremors. I wasn’t even close to coming off my high when Chase stilled and came with enough force his momentum scooted us up the bed. The top of my head hit the headboard, but I couldn’t feel anything other than the after effects of my orgasm and Chase to care.
He finally collapsed on top of me and I was too spent to move him off of me. I laid there with my eyes closed trying to regulate my breathing with my limbs twitching in the aftermath.
Chase Alexander was hands down the best sex I had ever fucking had.
I was about to suggest he quit smothering me when I felt him groan and roll off my body. “Jesus Christ, Q. Jesus Fucking Christ.”
I didn’t move a muscle. I didn’t think I could to tell you the truth. “Yeah. Jesus Christ.”
“Give me a few minutes. But just know, Quinn, I’m never letting you leave my condo.”
I passed out thinking his idea wasn’t necessarily a bad one.
Chase~
Stalking through the SMA’s lobby I was fairly confident that if I were to see Quinn right now, I’d murder her.
We used the fuck out of each other last night until we really did fall out from exhaustion and I had every intention of starting out my Friday morning in the same fashion.
Deep, hard and brutal inside Quinn’s tight, little body.
But instead I woke up to an empty bed with a note on the nightstand. I was livid when I read it.
Mr. Alexander…I very well may be fucking the boss, but that doesn’t give me an excuse not to earn my paycheck. I’ll see you at work…or not. Either way, that’s where I’ll be.
Had a great time, Stud!
Q.
The entire note had me seeing red. We had clearly established last night that we were not fucking. As of the fourth time, when I found myself inside her in the shower, I made it pretty clear that the choice was no longer hers, and in between her screaming my name, she had agreed.
The signature left a lot to be desired, as well.
Stud?
Her casual attitude about our night together had me wanting to strangle the smart ass sarcasm out of her. I was not her ‘stud’, I was her fucking boyfriend and it looked like I was going to need to explain the difference to her.
The only thing I didn’t fault her on was her reason for leaving me this morning. I understood where she was coming from. I really did. Quinn was as prideful as she was stubborn and there was no way she was going to let everyone believe she got her promotion because she was dating the boss. I needed to be smart about this or she’d hand me my ass.
And after having spent the night above, beneath, beside, inside and around her, there was no way I was fucking this up.
Quinn was everything I knew she would be. She was hot, eager, fiery, submissive and dominant all at the same time. She knew what she wanted and she wasn’t shy about asking me for it.
And I loved giving it to her.
Over and over and over again.
I stormed past a wide-eyed Sylvia on the way to my office. “Ch…Chase? I thought you were-”
I didn’t spare her a glance. “Yeah, yeah, yeah…change of plans.”
I slammed the door behind me as I entered my office. I threw my briefcase on the desk and brought my computer to life as I sat down. I picked up the phone as I opened my emails and started to scan their importance. “Julez?”
“Hahahaha,” the asshole laughed.
“Are you done, jackass?”
He finally got himself under control. “Just so you know, the second I heard she reported for work, I called Nick and we made a bet.”
I wondered if it was too late in the game to make new friends. I sighed. “Okay, hit me with it.”
“In all fairness, I need to call Nick and place him on conference.” I could hear Julian clicking a couple of buttons and then Nick’s laughter came over the phone.
“Fuck both of you assholes.” I closed my eyes and pinched the bridge of my nose.
Julian spoke first. “Okay, so I bet that you never sealed the deal and she bailed on you after she kicked your ass for hauling her away from her date.”
Jesus Christ.
“I bet that you sucked in the sack and she left your condo crying in disappointment.” Nick added to this bullshit. “And be honest. We got ten grand riding on this, Chase.”
“You guys really are fucking jackasses,” I pointed out. “It’s neither. She feels very strongly about sleeping with her boss so soon after her promotion. She said sleeping with me didn’t free her from her responsibilities at work. So, she’s here on maybe four hours of sleep, you morons.”
“I always liked that girl,” Julian mumbled.
“Maybe we should give Quinn the ten grand,” Nick suggested.
“Shut up, both of you and leave Q alone. Now tell me if I’ve missed anything?” Because I had planned on not coming in, I slept in. So, it was already past ten as I sat in my office.
Julian chuckled, “Nothing, man. We thought you weren’t coming in, so we covered everything.”
“Yeah,” Nick joined in. “So, if you want to summon Quinn to your office and discuss your relationship some more, you can.”
I hung up on both of them.
“For starters, you can help me by not sneaking out on me while I’m sleeping,” I snapped.
She hummed over the phone like she was thinking it over. “Okay. And how about in return you don’t abuse your power by calling in sick for me-when I’m clearing not-and inadvertently causing me to participate in fraudulent claims?”
If she were standing in front of me, I’d strangle her, I swear to God.
“How about you quit fucking with me, Quinn, how about that?” I countered.
And as prim and as professional as I ever heard her, she said, “I’m sorry, Mr. Alexander. I don’t know what you mean.”
My voice was dripping with irritation. “The next time you call me Mr. Alexander, you better be doing it on your knees right before I cram my dick in your mouth, babe. You know…something along the lines of ‘please, Mr. Alexander, may I suck your cock’.”
She hung up on me.
She fucking hung up on me.
I slammed the phone down, stormed out of my office and-passing a still wary Sylvia-went in search of Julian or Nick. I didn’t care who I found first, as long as one of them could talk me out of going down to her floor and turning this thing with Quinn into a Jerry Springer episode.
I let myself into Julian’s office because, let’s face it, it wasn’t safe to just storm into Nick’s office anymore these days. I loved Avery, but I wasn’t keen on seeing her bare ass in the air in any capacity. Julian didn’t bat an eye when I slammed his office door shut and immediately made my way over to make a drink at his bar. “I’m going to strangle her with my bare hands, Julez. I swear to God.”
Julian’s brows reached for his hairline. “So, how is the lovely Quinn this morning?”
I tossed back the bourbon. “Fuck you, Moretti.”
He threw his pen down on his desk and leaned back in his chair, giving me his full attention. “Come on, Chase. What did you think was going to happen?’ he asked. “Did you honestly think Quinn was going to be so impressed by your dick that she was going to lose her backbone and start following you around like a desperate puppy?”
I clenched my jaw. “No. But fuck, Julez, I expected her to at least like me a little bit.”
He shook his head at me like I was a child who just wasn’t getting it. “Chase, Quinn’s a force all her own. She’s not going to water herself down for your looks, your money or your dick.”
I started to calm down, thanks to the alcohol. “I don’t know how you do it?”
“Do what?”
I walked over and dropped myself in one of the chairs across from his desk. “I don’t feel for Quinn a fraction of what you feel for Iz and I feel like I’m going crazy not having Q attached to my hip. It’s everything I have in me not to drag her away from her desk right now.”
His entire demeanor softened at the mention of Isabella. “It’s not easy for me, at all. It helps that she doesn’t work for us, though. I’m not sure I could restrain myself as well as Nick if she did. It also helps that I have access to her whenever I want.”
“Quinn and I agreed last night to be exclusive, as in she’s my girlfriend, but with the stipulation that no one at work could know.”
Julian’s face betrayed his surprise when I said the word ‘girlfriend’, but he moved past that little tidbit. “You don’t agree?”
I let out a sigh. “No, I agree. I’m not stupid, Julez. I understand where she’s coming from and I get…I get it, okay. It doesn’t mean I like it though.”
“If that’s all she’s asking from you, I don’t see where you have a choice, Chase. Not if you want to continue to date her,” he reasoned.
“God, it’d be so much easier if I was in love with her.”
Julian crossed his hands over his lap and peered at me in that all-knowing way of his. “How so?”
I scoffed. “Because then I could be like you and Nick and justify all my rash actions on love and she’d have to forgive me.”
Julian laughed at my logic. “She’ll only forgive you if she loves you not the other way around, you fool.”
“I need real advice here, Julez. I’m feeling a little unhinged,” I finally admitted to him.
He let out a breath and sat up. He leaned his arms on his desk and he regarded me. “It’s because you can’t control her. It’s because for the first time in a very long time, you’re entering into something that you can’t predict. You, Nick, me…we’ve worked really hard to make sure we’re never helpless again. Well, my friend, nothing makes a man feel more helpless than the woman he cares about.”
“So, what you’re saying is that I’m fucked?”
“Yep, more so than most, because there’s nothing predictable or controllable about Quinn,” he broke the news to me with a grin on his face.
The dick.
I leaned forward and braced my elbows on my knees as I faced one of my oldest friends. “I have to be honest with you, Julez. I’m probably going to fuck up and be extremely unprofessional in my office from time to time…”
He waved away my concern. “Please, like Nick and Avery aren’t screwing in every corner they can find? I’m not a hypocrite, Chase. If Isabella worked for us, she’d be tied up naked in my office en suite all day.” Each of our offices had private rooms attached. We each worked a lot of hours, so instead of just a regular private bathroom, we actually had mini hotel rooms. The rooms consisted of a bed, a closet full of suits, a shower, a toilet and a sink area.
I slapped my hands on my knees and braced my weight to stand. “Okay, then. I’m off to unprofessionally and unethically reprimand a purple haired brunette.”
Julian smiled, “Good luck with that, dude.”
I gave him a military salute before turning around and walking out the door. I passed his assistant, Felicia, on my way to the executive elevator to look for Quinn.
I was about to ruin her work day.
Chapter 11
Lust: Because getting promoted has its perks!
Quinn~
The one big perk of my promotion was that it came with an office. I was no longer subjected to the hellish work environment that was cubicle living. It wasn’t much. It certainly wasn’t as nice as my boss, Angela’s, and it was nothing compared to Nick’s, Julian’s and Chase’s offices, but then nothing was. Their offices were what you would expect from billionaire investment tycoons.
Right now, my office door was closed in a bid to keep out as many people as possible. The first thing I did when I got here this morning was call H.R. and rescind my sick day, but because I looked like shit-no sleep will do that to you-everyone who I ran into this morning believed I was actually sick. So, I used that to my advantage and told everyone I’d be working in my office all day today. Angela was very understanding.
I didn’t bother to look up at the soft knock at my door, but I most certainly did when I heard the faint sound of the door lock engaging.
Fucking Chase.
I was tired, my body ached and I knew I looked like shit, and here he was, looking like sinful perfection. It wasn’t fair.
I leaned back in my chair and looked my fill. “Can I help you with something, Mr. Alexander?”
I stalked over to me like a predator on the hunt. “As a matter of fact, you can, Ms. Erickson.”
He stopped when he was position adjacent to my chair, so I had to swivel it sideways to face him. “And how may I help you?”
The sonofabitch started unbuckling his dress belt. “You can really help me by calling me Mr. Alexander around sucking my dick.”
I wanted to be pissed. I wanted to be offended. I wanted to be the young, strong, female professional I really, really was deep down, but my sore body kept reminding me of all the things Chase had done to it last night and I was hot for him all over again. “That so?”
He already has his cock out and it was hard
as hell. It was as if he had never cum five times last night. He ran his hand up my neck and to the back of my head holding me steady. “Suck my dick, babe.”
My eyes were trapped by his. “What’s in it for me?”
He smirked. “How about I don’t strangle the fuck out of you for leaving me that fucked up note this morning if you swallow me nice and deep?”
I knew that note was going to annoy him, but I didn’t think it would actually bother, bother him. “Awe, I didn’t leave you enough praise, is that it? Does your poor cock need more pats on the head?”
He was stroking his cock with his other hand and I wasn’t sure how much longer I’d be able to hold out. And then he completely disarmed me. “Are you sore, babe?”
“A bit,” I admitted.
“Your choice, then. Either suck my dick or bend the fuck over, Q. One way or another, I’m getting my cock inside you.”
I took over the ministrations on his cock and flicked my tongue out to lick the tip and heard him groan. I could play sexy secretary just as well as the next horny girl. I lifted my eyes to him. “But, Mr. Alexander, what if we get caught?”
“Fuck, Quinn,” he hissed out. He needed to work on his acting skills. He was so totally not playing his part.
I took his cock down my throat in one swallow and drew it back out. “Why can’t I have both?”
His face softened a bit. “I thought you were sore, babe. How about after I cum down your throat, I spread you out over your desk and kiss your sweet pussy all better?”
Damn, he was good at dirty talk.
I shook my head as I kept flicking out my tongue to tease him. “Sucking your cock makes me wet and horny, Chase. I want this to end with your cock in my pussy.”
I knew we were playing with fire. I knew if we got caught I would look like I was sleeping my way to the top and he would look like a sleazy, abusive boss. But I found it so hard to care when he came after me. It had already been difficult to resist Chase to begin with, but after last night? Not only did he have a big dick, the man knew exactly what to fucking do with it.
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