by J. P. Comeau
And now, I wouldn't have to lie about things in order to crane my neck just to catch a glimpse of Clint whenever I wanted.
He cleared his throat. “There will be a raise, of course. And an increase in benefits. You’d be doing more work, possibly even taking some of it home. So, that would be compensated accordingly.”
I nodded. “Okay.”
“But, should you choose to take the job--.”
I smiled. “I accept.”
He paused. “Well, good. I’m glad. Because I already have your first assignment.”
“Shouldn’t I meet the team or something first?”
He reached around and plucked a file off his desk.
“One of our bigger clients is a casino here in Vegas. They employ my full-time security team, so this job will technically introduce you to them. The casino has asked that I personally install a new locking device on their safe beneath the casino. I want you to come along with me so you can meet the team you’ll be managing, and so you can survey some of the work we do on a regular basis to keep things running smoothly.”
“So, it’s common practice for someone to ask for something like this?”
He nodded. “Yep. We don’t just track down bad guys and shoot them in the head. We deal in every kind of security our clients might need. From around-the-clock interpersonal security to installing security systems, to safe implementation and maintenance, we do it all. This happens to be a maintenance call, and I want you to ride with me on it. You up for the task?”
Anything to be near you. “Of course. But, who’s going to run the front desk?”
“Don’t you worry about that. I’ve already got it covered. A new gal will be taking your place tomorrow morning.”
“Right. Gotcha.”
He walked over and handed me the file. “Read through this while we’re riding over there. It’s about a fifteen-minute drive, so I expect you to have it--.”
I took the file from him. “Yeah, yeah, yeah. Just lead the way.”
I distracted myself during the entire ride with the file in front of me. I looked over schematics. I didn’t understand and familiarized myself with the names and faces of the five men on this security team. I was familiar with the casino, though. It used to be Kelly’s favorite spot. The Wild Coyote was known for its spectacular drink specials, gut-bombing food, and crazy concerts. It was a hell of a place to be at any given hour, but especially on the weekends.
“Tell me what you would do first,” Clint said.
I looked up from the file. “What?”
He pulled in behind the casino. “Tell me what you would do first if you were installing this yourself.”
I looked over at him. “Uh, are you kidding me?”
He parked. “Nope.”
“I’ve got no idea what to do first.”
He turned off the car. “Look through the file while we get into the basement, then I’ll ask you again.”
I sighed. “All right, fine. I can do that.”
I followed him mindlessly through the back entrance of the casino. A guy I recognized as ‘Bart’ from the file led us down a flight of steps. I followed the sound of Clint’s footsteps as I looked over the schematics again. It all looked like rubbish to me, until I saw the notes in the margins.
“Oh,” I said.
Clint chuckled. “What do we do first?”
I looked up. “We have to disable the cameras. The facial recognition program is going to set off the alarm if it clocks our faces.”
“Exactly. Give me one second.”
I looked up at the massive facade on this safe and felt my jaw slowly unhinge. Holy shit, this thing was massive. And I looked over at Bart to see if he was this impressed. I didn’t see him, though. I looked around to try and track him down so I could introduce myself, but I didn’t see him anywhere.
Clint and I were down here alone.
Oh, boy.
“All right. Can you tell me what to do next? Did you get that far?” Clint asked.
My eyes fell back to the file. “We’re good to get this thing open. It looks like there’s some sort of… maintenance code? Is that what this says?”
I heard the massive door lurch open. “Yep. I just wanted to see if you caught it. Now, it’s time for us to get to work.”
“The locking mechanism we switch out is on the inside?”
He walked back up to me. “It is, yes.”
I sighed. “Wonderful.”
Walking into the safe felt like I was walking into some sort of cathedral. I mean, my entire apartment could fit into this damn thing and still not fill it up. My eyes cased the walls and the ceiling while I heard Clint working behind me. And even though I knew I needed to be paying attention, I was much too distracted.
“Roxy?”
“Huh?”
“Are you watching?”
I slowly turned to face him. “Sorry, I just didn’t expect this place to be this…”
He smirked. “Big?”
I felt a shiver work it way down my spine. “Yes. Big.”
He motioned with his head. “Come here. Let me show you something.”
I walked up to him. “What is it?”
He chuckled. “You’re going to have to come closer if you’re going to watch me rewire this thing.”
I set the file down onto the floor and slowly walked up to him. I peered over his arms while he worked, and he seemed to be focused. His hands seemed so steady. While I was practically sweating between my thighs because I was so close to him, he didn’t seem the least bit bothered.
That was until he reached across my body for something and brushed his arm against my breasts.
I looked down at our connection as his arm froze. My eyes slid up his arm, up his shoulder, all the way up his neck until our eyes met. I didn’t know what to do. I sure as hell didn’t want to move, but this certainly wasn’t professional. So, I waited for him to move. I waited for him to jerk away and command me to get out of the safe so he could work.
But instead, his eyes grew dark.
“Roxy?”
I swallowed hard. “Yes?”
“I really am sorry about last weekend.”
I felt my hopes deflating. “Oh. It’s fine. Don’t worry about it.”
“You deserved better for your birthday.”
I shrugged. “It’s okay. I’m over it.”
He licked his lips. “You know what I’m not over, though?”
My heart came alive. “What?”
Then, his body turned to me. “You.”
Before my brain kicked into gear, I felt my body fall against his. I felt his arms catch me around my waist as I gripped his suit, practically pulling myself up to his mouth. I needed to taste it. I needed to taste him. And when our lips finally connected, I felt my soul light up.
Oh, fuck, yes.
“Damn it,” he growled.
His hands gripped my ass cheeks before he hoisted me against him. I wrapped my legs around his body, climbing him like a damn tree before they locked around his waist. I felt my back fall against the cold, unforgiving safe wall. And as our tongues dueled for dominance, I felt his hand shoving my dress up my legs.
“Clint. I need--.”
He sucked on my lower lip, pulling a guttural groan from my gut.
“I know exactly what you need,” he grunted.
I heard his belt buckle falling to the floor before my panties slid off to the side. I was already dripping wet as his lips fell down to my neck, kissing and sucking and nibbling. His teeth raked against my pulse point. I threaded my fingers through his hair. I felt his throbbing cock falling between my pussy lips, and my eyes bulged at his girth.
“What the fuck?” I breathed.
He kissed my shoulder. “Trust me. I’ll make it fit.”
The sentence terrified me, yet filled me with passion. I pulled back, gazing into his carnal stare as he pulled his hips back. I felt his tip catch at my entrance, and I braced myself, ready to be spread as i
f I were still a virgin.
And when he pushed into me, my head fell back against the wall.
“Holy fucking Christ,” I groaned.
He hissed. “Shit, you’re tight.”
My eyes bulged. “Oh, right there. Oh, God, yes.”
“Not done yet.”
I panted. “Fucking hell, how big are you?”
He chuckled. “Big enough.”
With every inch that sank into me, I clung tighter to him. Now, I understood the rumors. Now, I understood why the women of the office called him ‘Big Stuff,’ or ‘Big Guy,’ or ‘The Big Head Honcho.’
I didn’t think he’d ever stop filling my pussy.
Until our hips finally bottomed out together.
“Holy shit,” I panted.
He captured my lips. “You’re so wet for me.”
My forehead fell against his. “I’ve been like this for days.”
Then, his lips moved to my ear. “Happy birthday, Roxy.”
He pulled his hips back, snapping them against my own. And as my walls fluttered around him, I clung to his suit. I buried my face into the crook of his neck, feeling my clit pulsing for attention and feeling my body surging with electricity and feeling my heart in a state of shock as this perfect man filled me to the brim. I rolled my hips against his. I slid my hand between our bodies. I slipped my soft fingers between my lower lips, finding that swollen little nub that ached for attention.
But, before I could really get myself going, Clint ripped my hand away.
He pinned my wrists above my head.
“Clint, please,” I whimpered.
His hand fell between my legs. “Only I will give you what you what. Understood?”
I nodded quickly. “Yes. Yes, I get it. I get it. Please, just--.”
He stroked my clit. “Yes?”
I moaned. “Oh, fuck. Just like that.”
I lost myself in him. I lost myself in the pounding and the tickling and the growling and the kissing. I lost myself in the way his fingertip worked my clit with effortless perfection. I lost myself in the way his cock felt sliding against every single part of my pussy at once. I lost myself in his smell, and his sweat, and the way his cologne invaded my nose.
I never wanted the moment to end until I felt my walls squeezing his dick.
“That’s it. Milk me, princess. Give Daddy what he wants.”
My eyes whipped open at his words as my body jumped, my tits bouncing against my body. Did he just say what I thought he just said?
Thank you, Jesus.
“Oh, Daddy,” I moaned.
He growled. “There it is, princess.”
“Daddy, please. Don’t stop. You feel so good. Oh, fuck!”
“Come on Daddy’s cock. Be a good girl for me, and I might just reward you.”
I rocked quickly against him. “I’m so close. So close. Daddy, please. Let me come, please! Oh, fuck!”
He thrust hard against me. “There. It. Is.”
I unraveled against him, choking on his name as my nails clawed at his suit. His body fell against mine, pressing me firmly to the wall, and his hands landed beside either side of my head. My eyes rolled back. Stars burst and faded behind my eyelids as my orgasm crashed over me. With every jump of his cock, I felt spurts of arousal coating my insides. He was marking me in all the ways I wished he would have done last weekend.
“Such a good girl for me,” he whispered against my ear.
Then, he pulled out his cock, before he set me down and dropped to his knees.
12
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CLINT
I sucked air through my teeth as I clasped my hands in front of me. And every time I sucked air through them, I tasted Roxy another time. Her scent lingered against my lips. Her sounds echoed against my ears. Every time I drew in a deep breath, the mixture of her perfume and her wanton lust invaded my lungs, reminding me of the debauchery, we imprinted within the confines of that safe.
But, I couldn’t look down at her.
Part of me felt mortified as she stood there with her rigid back. I saw her from the corner of my eye just standing there. Like a statue. As if she had just seen a ghost. I finally mustered up the urge to peer down at her as the elevator in my office building slowly began to rise. I held my hands tightly in front of me as I looked down at the top of her head. I wanted to say something. I needed to say something. But, what the hell was I supposed to say anyway?
Part of me wanted to tell her that I wasn’t sorry. I wasn’t sorry for what we shared, and I’d do it all over again in a heartbeat. Part of me wanted to drag her into my office before coating my space with her scent just so she wouldn't leave me. But, my sensibilities prevented me from opening my mouth.
My sensibilities also kept telling me that what we shared was a mistake.
You don’t need to be messing around with your damn employee.
Your direct employee now, thanks to that promotion.
You just couldn't keep your hands to yourself, could you?
She’s going to file something against you. She’s going to ruin you.
Just like your ex did.
The voice in my head-mounted as the elevator doors dinged. I whipped my eyes forward, not wanting Roxy to catch me staring at her. My attention was still locked on her, though. From the corner of my eye, I saw her head tilt upward. I felt her gaze against my face, and I desperately wanted to look down at her. To meet her, eye for an eye, for the first time since we left the safe.
“I’ll head to H.R. once I gather my things from my desk,” Roxy said softly.
I looked down at her to respond, but she stepped away from me before I mustered up the courage to open my mouth. I watched as she made her way out of the elevator, not pausing to look back at me, or glance over her shoulder, or give me any sort of indication that she cared for me to respond. I groaned as the elevator doors closed on her. It parted us once more before the elevator carried me up to the top floor.
“You’re a pussy, jackhole,” I murmured to myself.
And the voice in my head didn’t do anything to fight my statement.
I raked my hands through my hair and paced the small encasement. I walked myself in circles, trying to work some of this nervous energy out of my system. I screwed it up. Again. How the hell did I always screw things up with women? Was I forever destined to be alone and fuck my way through every town I lived in before I became old news?
It wasn’t what I wanted for my life.
But, I didn’t know how to go out and get what I wanted.
You’re an idiot, Clint.
The doors opened on my floor, and I strode down the hallway. I couldn't get to the privacy of my office quickly enough, and when I closed the door behind me, I heaved a heavy sigh. I leaned my shoulder against the door and flipped the lock. I didn’t need anyone bothering me right now. Not until I could get my life back in order.
Part of me debated on calling Zane. Or Brenden. Or even Mom.
But, I also knew I couldn't be honest with them.
They’d see me as unprofessional, and I didn’t want my brothers regretting the decision they made to hire me on. After all, I had this business because of their generosity. And I didn’t want to seem as if I were spitting in the face of that. I felt anger bubbling inside me. I felt out of control as if this entire thing with Roxy had slipped from my court and into hers. I hated that, not having the ball in my court. I hated not having control over all aspects of my life.
I was angry at myself for messing up. But, more than that, it made me look like a boy. I looked like nothing but a horny teenager that couldn’t keep my dick in my pants.
I’d always been straight-laced when it came to business. That’s how the military had trained me.
And it took one encounter with her to flush that down the drain.
“It was amazing, though,” I murmured.
A grin spread across my cheeks as my eyes fell closed. I conjured the moment when I dropped to my knees. Feeling
her orgasm around my cock felt fantastic. Feeling me fill her and mark her as my own filled me with a pride I couldn't communicate. But, tasting our intermingled juices while pulling another orgasm from her? Listening to her beg for me? Looking up at her and watching her lose control, all because of a simple tip of my tongue?
I’d never felt a high like that before.
And I wanted so much more of it.
“No. Don’t even think about it,” I whispered.
I pushed away from my office door and headed for my desk. And despite throwing myself into work, my mind kept racing back to her. Roxy was as sensual and as sexy as I imagined her to be. But, it was the feel of our bodies together that rushed a shiver down my spine. We interlocked perfectly as if our bodies were made for each other. The way she climbed me like a tree, filled me with tantalizing sensations, and the way her lips molded to my own made me want to charge down to H.R. and pull her back into my grasp.
I shook my head. “Come on. Don’t do this to yourself. You just promoted her. Find a way to work through it.”
I couldn't stay at the office, though. The longer I stayed in the same building with her, the more she’d tempt me. So, I started gathering files off the top of my desk. I shut down my computer and packed up my work laptop, ready to go home and log in from my studio apartment. I shoved everything into my briefcase, charged straight out of my office door, and didn’t even bother locking it as I jogged toward the back stairwell.
I was avoiding Roxy once more as I made my way down into the parking garage.
I had to find a way to work—a way to get Roxy off my mind. But, even though I drove home and got changed out of my suit, I could still smell her. I turned on the hottest water I could stand and hopped into the shower. I abandoned the idea of work for the day as I scrubbed myself down, trying to rid her scent from my body. The harder I scrubbed, though, the more it reminded me of her. The longer the hot water battered against my body, the more I wished she was there, showering with me. Allowing me to watch the luscious streams of water trickle between the valley of Roxy’s neglected breasts.
You have to stop this. You’re torturing yourself.
And yet, in some weird way, the torture was welcomed. Because it reminded me I could still feel a certain way for someone if I really tried.