I was in deep trouble.
“I don’t think we have much time, Mr. Alexander. So, if you would be so kind as to bend me over my desk already, I’d greatly appre-”
He didn’t let me finish. He hauled me up out of my chair and pushing me over my desk, lifted my skirt and ripped off my panties. Now here’s the thing…ripping of scraps of barely-there lace is easy, but ripping off actual full coverage panties? That’s not easy. It requires a lot of force and the thought that Chase wanted me badly enough to show that much force? Well, that shit had me turned the hell on.
Before I could finish my underwear thoughts, my mouth was stuff full of my panties and Chase was already buried inside me to the hilt. I let out a scream so rattling, I gave thanks to all the baby angels in Heaven that he had the forethought to muffle my screams.
Even if he did use my own underwear to do it.
Chase grabbed a hold of my hips and he started pounding into me like my only purpose on earth was to receive him. His invasion was painful, but the good kind of painful, if that made any sense. My body was so sore from last night, and no matter how wet I was right now, I was still swollen and his girth was stretching my body deliciously.
I reached my arms out over my head and grabbed hold of the edge of the desk to give me something to anchor myself to. I held on as Chase took control of my body over and over. My body was already coiling and clenching in anticipation of my reward.
Chase leaned over me and whispered in my ear, “I need you to cum for me, babe. It’s the only way I’m going to be able to get through this day. And I’m warning you now, Quinn. The only way I’m going to make it through the work day is if I can fuck you daily.”
I let out the most pathetic, desperate moan at his words.
“I mean it, baby.” Chase started pumping into me faster, harder and deeper. “I don’t care if it’s in the morning before work, during work or at night after work, but I need to be inside you every fucking day if anyone expects me to be able to function.”
I didn’t care what anyone said. When a man that looks like Chase Alexander, is built like him and has wealth like his, tells you he can’t function if he can’t have you…that’s the most powerful aphrodisiac a woman can experience.
I started pushing my ass back meeting him thrust for thrust. I groaned, I screamed, I begged, I almost fucking cried with the desperation I felt for Chase. Of course, he couldn’t hear any of my pleas and secretly I was thankful for it. If he had any idea how messed up I was over him, he’d fucking own me and I wasn’t ready for that just yet.
“Fuck, yeah, baby. Fuck me back, Q.” I was on the edge of paradise when he sent me over with his words. Always his words. “I want to yank those panties out of your mouth, Q. I want you to scream this whole fucking building down. I want everyone to hear my name on your lips and I want everyone to know that it’s my cock that’s making you lose your mind.”
I screamed around my panties as my pussy clamped down on his cock and my body began to shake and convulse. The force of my climax was felt all throughout my being and I didn’t want it to stop.
Office hours or not.
I was so enraptured in my release; I was paying no attention to his grunts and rhythm. It wasn’t until he slowly pulled my panties out of my mouth that I realized he was done also.
His hand was slowly rubbing circles on my ass and it felt so relaxing I wanted to go home sick and take him with me.
I could feel him lowering my skirt and trying to put me to rights. I pushed myself up off the desk and stretched my arms over my head as I stood up. “Jesus Christ, Chase.”
I watched as he tucked himself back in and tried to make himself presentable again. “I don’t suppose you have an extra pair of panties in your purse, do you?”
I couldn’t contain my laugh. “No, I don’t. This isn’t my usual office behavior.”
He let out a sigh and it surprised me how serious he seemed. “You’re going to have to go home, Quinn.”
“What?”
He threw his hands up in a surrender motion. “Look, just hear me out, okay?” I nodded for him to continue. “Everyone already thinks you’re not feeling well, so it wouldn’t look suspicious if you knocked off early.” He took a step towards me and using my underwear, he bent to wipe his still dripping cum from between my thighs. “Babe, there’s no way I can keep from losing my mind if I know you’re walking around this building with no panties.” He finished cleaning me and to my amazement, stuffed my underwear in his pocket. “Please. I am begging you for the sake of my sanity, go home. Have mercy on me, woman.”
God, when he said shit like that to me…“I can take an early lunch and go buy a pair right now, Chase. It’s not a big-”
“Quinn, it’s more than just your panties that’s the issue-”
I held my hand up to stop him. “Don’t, Chase. Just don’t. I…I’m…I take full responsibility for making the decision to start sleeping with you and I take full responsibility for what we just did in here. I am in this with my eyes wide open. I understand the dangers of this relationship and I am fully aware that this entire thing is most likely going to go down in spectacular flames.” I took a deep breath. “That being said, I’m not going to stop until you’re ready to. I’m not ashamed to admit I think I’m already addicted to the high of being with you. However, I meant what I said about special treatment at work. I wouldn’t accept favors from you, Nick or Julian, as friends, I sure in the hell am not going to accept any as your…uhm…”
“Girlfriend, Quinn. The word is girlfriend.” He stressed as he crossed his arms over his chest.
“Fine. Girlfriend,” I conceded. I shrugged my shoulder. “The point still remains, Chase.”
Chase ran a hand through his hair. “Goddamn it, Q.”
“That’s the only thing I’m asking from you, Chase. The only thing,” I reminded him.
He let out a defeated groan. “Fine. Fine. Whatever. But what I said earlier stands.”
I leaned back with clear confusion on my face. “What stands?”
He got in my face and he was so angry with frustration it was almost sweet. “If you want me to leave you alone at work, then you better let me inside that hot, little body of yours at night or in the morning or both. I meant what I said, Quinn. I need to be inside you every fucking day if I’m expected to keep my hands to myself when I pass you in the hall or see you in the elevator.
This is the part where I’d say I flooded my panties, but I didn’t have any on. “So, we’re just supposed to exchange keys now, is that it?’
“Yeah, that’s exactly it. My hours are longer and more hectic than yours, so clear out some space in your closet and a couple of drawers in your dresser, because odds are I’ll be sleeping at your place more than you’ll be at mine.”
This man was crazed.
Too bad my body was crazy too. Crazy for him.
Fuck. My. Life.
“Fine, I’ll make a copy of my house key while I’m buying new underwear,” I relented.
He pulled his keys out of his pocket-the one not containing my destroyed panties-and pulled a key off the ring. “Here, make yourself a copy of mine too while you’re at it.”
This was so bazaar. All this was happening just too fast.
He started for the door, but left me with one little piece of advice before he unlocked it and walked out. “I know Iz and Ace have keys to your apartment. So, I suggest you let them know I have one as well, because if they walk in on me fucking you, it won’t be enough to make me stop.”
Flames.
Spectacular Flames was all I could see.
Chase~
I was in serious trouble.
Quinn had dropped off my house key and the spare to her apartment fifteen minutes ago and I was still just sitting at my desk staring at her key that now jingled next to all of mine.
She had walked in, set both keys on my desk and walked right out without uttering a single word and I had wanted to jump up and run af
ter her.
I wasn’t a stranger to lust. I’ve had my share of beautiful, experienced, willing women and I wasn’t reserved about sex. I didn’t judge women if they slept with me the first night or if they waited until date three. I didn’t judge them if they wanted the lights off or on. I didn’t judge them if they wanted it missionary the first night or begged me to fuck them in the ass the first night.
Sex was sex and a woman had every right to enjoy it just as a man did.
Women were expected to be pure and inexperienced because of our insecurities, not theirs. Every man who’s in bed with a woman-any woman-wants to be the best she’s ever had. So, what do we do? We make them feel like whores or sluts if their sexual partner number is high, because…guess what…that means she has more men to compare us to and our fragile male egos didn’t like that. The higher the number, the less likely that we’re the best she’s ever had.
It’s stupid, but there you have it.
Little do most men realize that it’s not the actual sex that they’re comparing, it’s everything else. A man can have a little dick, but if he caresses a woman the right way, says the right things or just holds her at the right time, she’ll think he’s the best fuck on the planet. If you can make a woman feel sexy, confident and desired, she’ll let you have full access to her body, big dick or not.
Now, if you make a woman feel safe? If you can make a woman feel protected from all other men and abolish any insecurities she might feel from all other women? Well, then that woman will not only give you full access to her body, but you’ll have all out access to all her secrets; the ones that reside in her mind, body and soul. Only then, will she let you own her.
And I wanted to fucking own Quinn.
Quinn was the first woman who I actually got to know as a friend first before any sex was introduced. She’s the first woman who I actually have hung out with unguarded and liked as a person before sleeping with.
Going on a casual date and learning about a woman’s favorite color or how she wants to be married by the age of thirty was not being friends. It’s everyone’s best foot forward so that it seemed like an effort was made to really get to know each other before you fucked.
I have nothing against the roles we played, but I’m very aware that they are just that, though.
Roles.
But, since that first night at Xavier’s, I haven’t seen anything other than the real Quinn. If she’s not impressed, she doesn’t pretend to be. I’ve seen her drink like a sailor and pass out like an amateur.
And I like what I’ve seen these past couple of months.
A lot.
And now that I knew her pussy was specifically created by God for my dick? Well, I believed in The Good Lord above and I was not going to go against his plan.
She admitted earlier that she was addicted to the high she felt when she was with me, so that just meant I was going to have to keep feeding her addiction.
I wasn’t going to kid myself, though. Quinn’s view on casual sex had me a little nervous. While she agreed to be my girlfriend, and be exclusive, that didn’t mean that she wouldn’t dump me on my ass if she had a better offer come along.
I just had to make sure a better offer didn’t come along.
God, why the fuck did kidnapping and false imprisonment have to be felonies? I knew I was the one who talked Julian and Nick out of it earlier, but after last night…the idea was bearing some serious merit.
My phone buzzed breaking into my felonious musing. “Chase, I just got a called from the lobby. Valerie Stratton is down in the lobby waiting for you. She doesn’t have an appointment, but she’s insisting that…”
Fuck.
Julian was right. Wedding rings-real or fake-would go a long way to make my life easier right now. “Call back downstairs and let her know I’ll be down in a second,” I reassured Sylvia. “I’ll escort her out as I go to lunch.”
“Sure thing,” she replied.
I picked up my things and headed towards the elevator. Inside I called Nick. “Hey, Valerie Stratton is here demanding to meet with me. I’m meeting her in the lobby and using going to lunch as an excuse to ditch her. If you don’t hear from me in an hour, call the cops. Of course, I’ll probably be cut up into little pieces buried in her backyard by then, but still put in the effort, please.”
Nick’s laughter was warranted. “No problem, dude. But all bullshit aside, I know how important this…uh, thing with Quinn is to you. If Valerie does anything to jeopardize that, cut her loose, Chase. We don’t need her money that badly.”
I appreciated the sentiment. “Nah, Sav. I got this. The clients are my job. I’m not ever going to not do my job around here.”
“That’s not what I meant,” he replied. “If you can’t…look, Quinn’s Quinn and she might need time to get use to your…uh, friendliness.”
“I don’t cheat, Sav-”
“Calm down. I know you don’t, but she doesn’t know you don’t. You might consider having that ‘this is where I’m from, this is how I grew up’ conversation sooner rather than later, Chase. It might help her see your social interactions in another light.”
I knew he was probably right, but fuck. “Yeah, I probably should, but…that’s a fucked up conversation to have.”
“Don’t I know it, but unless this thing you guys are doing really is just casual and not meaningful at all, you’re going to have to tell her eventually. You might as well do it before you’re telling her as an excuse. Trust me, dude.”
There was a time when Nick had to beg for some forgiveness, and because Avery was already in love with him, she let him. And she forgave him. He was right about talking to Quinn sooner rather than later. “I’ll have a talk with her this weekend.”
“See that you do, my friend.” Nick hung up just as I was entering the lobby.
I could see Valerie’s face light up at my approach and it took everything I had to not roll my eyes at her fake enthusiasm. “Chase, darling,” she walked towards me and dramatically leaned in and kissed my cheek, “I tried to tell these people that I didn’t need an appointment, but they wouldn’t listen.”
Those people were my fucking employees!
“Valerie, you’re looking just as lovely as ever.” She beamed. “And actually I’m afraid an appointment would have been best today, or a call.” Her face fell immediately. “See, I hadn’t planned on coming in today and my schedule is all chaotic because of it. I was just on my way out now to meet a client for lunch. It’s a shame you came all this way and I don’t have the time you deserve of me right now.”
I placed my hand on the small of her back and guided her towards the south side of the lobby away from the traffic pattern of the lobby. “Perhaps you can call Sylvia and schedule an appointment for later on next week.”
Where before it didn’t bother me because it was harmless; my entire body tensed when Valerie leaned into me and placed her hand on my chest as if she had every right to. And I guess she sort of did since I never made it clear that she couldn’t when we first took her on as a client. “How about another business dinner instead,” she suggested. “I’m free tonight.”
Before I could decline, it was my worst nightmare come to life when I heard Avery’s voice addressing me, “Hey, Chase, glad to see you’re feeling better.”
I looked over and saw her walking towards me.
With a serene looking Quinn next to her.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
I nodded. “Uh…thank you, Ace.”
Valerie reluctantly removed her hand and turned to address the girls. “And who might you young ladies be?”
Avery extended her hand first. “Hello, I’m Avery Ellis. I’m one of the assistants working for SMA in their financial department.”
Valerie took Avery’s hand and her expression wasn’t friendly at all. “My, my, my,” she cooed. “So you’re the infamous Avery Ellis. I’m Valerie Stratton of the Every-Greene Strattons”
Ace coolly lifted a brow. “Pardon?�
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She let go of Avery’s hand before explaining, “Well, dear, your name is on the lips of every country club in California, no doubt. Everyone’s curious about the woman who managed to snatch up Nicholas Christian Savage.” She looked down pointedly at the rock that adorned Ace’s finger.
Avery was usually the sweet one, but she had no problem coming out swinging when she needed to. “Well, it wasn’t all that hard to do. Once he realized I wasn’t a selfish, self-absorbed, gold digging socialite, he pledged his undying love and promised me his entire world.” She smiled and patted her purse. “Now I just carry it around in here. His heart, though, that’s in my safe at home.”
Valerie let out a laugh as fake as her chest. “How sweet you are.” She finally looked over at Quinn. “And who might you be? Her assistant?”
I stood silently by like a goddamn fool as Quinn reached out to shake Valerie’s hand. “No. I’m actually an assistant in the finance department as well. I indirectly report to Mr. Moretti.”
Valerie’s blue eyes took on a calculating gleam. “Ah, yes, the delicious Mr. Moretti.”
I finally snapped out of my panic. Quinn was one word, one gesture, one facial expression from probably beating Valerie senseless right here in the middle of the lobby. Quinn didn’t care much for people’s opinions of her, but let anyone attack Ace or Iz and she just didn’t give a fuck.
“Well, Valerie, as I was saying, I need to head on over to my meeting. Let me walk you out and you can schedule that appointment for next week.” I looked at her hopefully. I needed this bitch out of here now.
She looked back up at me and purred, “Oh, yes, yes.” I wanted to yank on her arm and drag her out the door, but I stood there and let her say her goodbyes. “It was a pleasure meeting you ladies.”
“Have a lovely day, Mrs. Stratton.” Avery offered, while Quinn just nodded.
Valerie looked down at Avery. “It’s Miss.” She wiggled her fingers. “See, no husband.”
I looked at the girls. “Ladies, it was good to see you, but I’m afraid I’m late for a client lunch.” Avery smiled and Quinn remained expressionless.
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