“You’re in control,” I told her, lining us up and watching her eyes slip half-closed when she felt the tip against her opening. “It’s totally up to you.” She rubbed her hips down, seeking friction on her clit, and making me be the one to gasp when she did it again, and then again. “Go as slow as you need to. Nothing you could do would ever disappoint me.”
Rosie looked down at me, smiling. I suspected she liked me like this, desperate for her and totally at her mercy. I was possible that I was creating a sex monster, but I was much too horny to care. She descended downwards and relaxed, little by little. She was letting me in—inch by inch—but her little pussy was tighter around my cock than a clenched fist. It was agony and ecstasy wrapped into one. I struggled to be still and let her control everything about this moment.
This woman is going to be the death of me, I thought to myself.
I’d told her to go slowly and gently, but her expression was quickly becoming one of total determination. She obviously had no interest in either slow or gentle. Instead, she worked her curvy hips right on down like it was a personal challenge not to stop.
Alright. Go on, baby. Take me. I know you can.
She knew it too. She grinned in a shy, blushing victory that she made it all the way down. Her full tits swayed to and fro, as she smiled, hypnotizing me.
“Are you ok?” I asked, panting against the pressure her inner walls were exerting on my cock. The effort of staying still was threatening to kill me. I needed to ease it. I needed to move. But first, I needed to know that she was alright.
She nodded. “It doesn’t hurt.” The fact that she seemed halfway surprised put a smile on my face. “It pinched for a moment, but that’s all.”
Thank god. Because I can’t wait any more.
Getting her back under me had been as easy as putting her on top had been. She squealed again as we rolled, wrapping her legs around me and squeezing my forearms. Now it was my turn to be in control again. And I had no plans to give it back to her until we both came.
The first pump of my hips against hers felt almost impossibly tight. She gasped, clutching at my arms and then nodding. She wanted more? Good. I gave it to her.
I rode her pussy with the same relentless rhythm I’d used on her with my mouth. I was pushing into her much harder than I intended, but my control was all but spent. I had to trust her to tell me to stop if I was hurting her, because she felt too tight, too hot, and too damn good to hold back otherwise.
The remaining stuff on my desk fell off with each thrust, keeping pace for us like a metronome. Soon, Rosie’s little gasps and sexy moans punctuated the muffled thumps. She caught on to my movements, rocking her hips in perfect time.
I kept pushing, kept moving, kept giving her what we both needed so desperately. The heat and friction was driving me out of my mind, and I didn’t care. Before long, her little body yielded totally to mine. She went pliant, loose-limbed, and soft. Her eyes went vacant and she was panting and flushed. She was close.
A few more desperate thrusts and she was there. When her climax shook her, Rosie clenched so tightly around me that I was pulled right with her into orgasm. I came inside her, moaning her name against her ear. The force of my climax temporarily blinded me, clearing my brain of all thought beyond primal, complete pleasure. Any rational, complex brain function was pushed out to make room for that singular moment of bliss.
34
Rosie
In the evening stillness of the Ryan’s office, I drifted back to consciousness to find myself wrapped up in his jacket and tucked up under his arm. I felt warm, safe, and happy. I had zero regret about what we’d just done. Ryan was gently running his fingers through my hair, working out the tangles with expert, slow strokes.
“I think I’m going to cut it,” I mumbled, leaning into his chest.
“Hmm?” he replied. He sounded a sleepy and content as I felt.
“My hair. I think I want to get it cut.” I yawned. “I liked Victoria’s suggestion of going blonde. But I don’t think it will survive the bleach if it’s so long. So I’m going to cut it.”
“Ok,” he said after a moment. “I know the salon and the stylist she uses. I’ll text you the name. The stylist sees a lot of big-name clients. It would be good for you to become one of them.” I could almost hear the wheels turning in his mind about how the meeting might benefit me.
I blinked. “I can do it myself.”
“Bleach your hair?” his voice was doubtful. “Ok.”
I thought about it for a moment. The last time I’d bleached my hair, it hadn’t been great. I’d looked a bit like a carrot until I put the electric purple dye on top of it to cover it up. “Maybe I should call the stylist.” I mustered the will to prop myself up and look down at Ryan’s handsome face. He opened his eyes and I was struck again by the incredible color. Would seeing it ever get old? I hoped not.
Ryan cupped my cheek in his warm, big hand. “It’s going to be complicated,” he said after a long moment. “Dating you and representing you. It’s a conflict of interest. I need to find you a different agent as soon as possible.” Then he sighed. “And your dad is not going to be happy.”
I flopped back down and buried my head in the soft fur on his chest. “My dad is never happy.” Talking about him while I was lying naked on top of Ryan’s desk felt transgressive. “We might as well both give up on trying to ever please him right now.”
“I have to tell you something, Rosie.” Ryan turned a little on his side, so he could look at me again. “I should have told you earlier, but at least I’m telling you now.” He took a deep breath and his eyes widened. “Your dad didn’t just call me to help with your flooded apartment.”
I froze, blinking in surprise. “What do you mean?” Was there any chance that my dad might have actually connected me with Ryan to help my music career? The hope swelled inside me. It was almost painful. But it didn’t last very long.
Ryan hung his head. “Your dad wanted me to convince you not to pursue a career in music. The plumbing thing was just a weird coincidence that got me in the door.” He pulled away, sitting up on his desk and leaning over to retrieve a file that sat upright and leaned against the wall. “I’m sorry.”
I took the file from him and slipped off the desk to put on my panties and sit down in the chair before opening it. It wasn’t my most dignified moment, but at least I wasn’t the only naked person in the room. With trembling fingers, I lifted the cover. On the inside of the file, atop a stack of papers, was a photograph.
It took a moment of me to understand what I was seeing. The photo was from my senior year of high school, when my dad had given me my pride and joy, my acoustic guitar. That had been the best Christmas of my life. I remembered the exact moment that the photograph had been taken, and the feeling I’d had when I first rested my fingers on the strings.
I’d been so filled with excitement and joy that my dad was finally listening to me about what I wanted to do. Little did I know at the time, he thought giving me the guitar would do the opposite of encouraging me. He assumed that I’d quickly get bored and move on when presented with an instrument I didn’t play. He was dead wrong. I taught myself to play from videos online, and practiced until my fingers bled until I didn’t sound like crap.
My heart had begun pounding in my ears again, and I looked up to see Ryan pulling his boxers back on and watching me carefully. I was too stunned to react just yet, so I looked back down and started thumbing through the file. There was a copy of my transcript, my schedule for the semester, a copy of my electricity bill at my apartment, my bank statement…
“How did he get all this?” I asked.
“What do you mean?” Ryan looked confused. “Why wouldn’t he have those things?”
I bit my lip. Ryan didn’t realize what he was dealing with. “Before yesterday, my dad and I hadn’t talked since April. I totally cut him off, tried to keep him out of my life and my finances. I even got student loans to support myself.”
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br /> Ryan frowned. “I didn’t know that. All I was told is that it was my job to convince you to go to law school. And that you should give up trying to pursue music.”
Irritation rose in the back of my throat, thick and toxic. Anger followed, blinding hot and boiling. It took serious effort not to snap at Ryan. I wanted to take my anger out on someone, and Ryan just happened to be nearest to me at the moment. Although I hated that my dad had engineered a plot to discourage me, it wasn’t exactly a surprise. This was right up his alley. Still…
“You haven’t been doing a very good job discouraging me. About anything.” I was absolutely certain that if my dad could see us right now, he’d be furious. From the perspective of my father, Ryan was the world’s worst influence on me.
Ryan looked down at our respective nakedness and laughed. The tone in his reply was bitter. “I’m not really in the business of destroying a young woman’s dreams just because Calvin Ross says so.” He shook his head in apparent anger. “Besides, it’s obvious that I want you in more ways than one. There was no chance I was ever going to help your dad with his little scheme, Rosie.” He sighed. “I might not be perfect, but I’m not that awful or manipulative, either.”
I smirked at him. “You couldn’t have discouraged me if you tried. Trust me, my dad’s been trying to discourage me from pursuing this since the first time I ever mentioned it.” Although this was his most sophisticated attempt to dissuade me, it was not the first, or even the most successful. My dad was fighting a losing battle; he just didn’t know it yet.
Ryan exhaled. I thought I sensed relief in the soft sound. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you earlier.”
Perhaps I should have been irritated at Ryan, but I was still filled with sex endorphins. “You weren’t totally honest with me," I told him carefully, “and I don’t appreciate that. But at least you didn’t lie to me, either.” I thought through everything he’d said to me so far, looking for overt deception. I couldn’t find any. Ryan’s overall motivations might not have been as altruistic as they could have been, but I knew he worked for my dad. Whenever my dad was involved in anything, it was complicated. This was no different.
Maybe it was proof that I’d been around manipulative influences for too long, but I wasn’t angry. Well, angry at Ryan, anyway. I was angry at my dad. But it was the same old, dull anger I’d been nursing for months. Nothing new.
“You really were my punishment,” Ryan said, seemingly encouraged by my reaction. “Because I ‘allowed’ Axial Tilt to break up, your dad gave me this assignment to save my job.”
Well that was somewhat sadistic. It sounded just like my dad.
“But you still have Jason Kane as a client,” I argued after a second.
Jason smirked. “Sure, but Jason Kane is retired. The other members of the band aren’t nearly as famous, or as lucrative.” He ran a frustrated hand through his hair. “Your dad showed up here a couple of weeks ago and demanded that I help with his little ‘side project’.”
“So, get some new famous clients and then tell my dad to fuck off,” I suggested.
“I’m working on that,” he replied. “I’m actually relatively close to getting one. But in the meantime, I lack bargaining power with your dad.”
“I have to say, you’re doing a terrible job so far. He’s going to figure it out soon.”
He reached out to me and I rose from the chair to hold his hand. I was wearing his suit jacket and my underwear. Nothing else. “Thanks,” he said with a little, accompanying eye-roll. “Again, I’m not trying to discourage you. I never have been. I almost told your dad to fuck off this afternoon when he called.”
I nodded. “It’s good that you didn’t.”
“Oh?” he looked surprised.
“Now that you and I are on the same page,” I told him, thinking quickly, “maybe we can turn this all to our advantage.”
“What do you mean?”
“Well, my dad’s whole plan revolves around me not knowing you’re discouraging me, right?”
“Right.”
“But now I know what you’re supposed to be up to. We can use that. Buy ourselves some time.”
“You’ve lost me.”
“You said you were about to land a new, famous client, right?”
He blinked. “I think so, yes.”
“How long will you need to do that?”
He shrugged. “Maybe a month.”
It would require some scheming of our own, but maybe, just maybe, this situation could be turned around. Looking at Ryan, and feeling like I finally had an ally, a friend, and a lover, I wanted to believe it could work.
“I know what we need to do.”
35
Ryan
Rosie was her father’s daughter. She’d inherited his tenacity, strategic thinking, and propensity to bend the rules. It was impressive, and sometimes, a bit terrifying. I was glad she was in my corner.
And she was in my corner, and my bed. We’d quickly fallen into a comfortable rhythm, texting constantly and seeing one another every chance we got. It never felt like enough, though. I was well and truly addicted to her. And just like an addict, I was arranging everything in my life around getting my next fix.
By the Wednesday of the following week, I received the call I’d been expecting from Ross.
“Ryan! Happy hump day!” his voice was joyful.
I bit back a highly inappropriate reply about what I’d been doing to his daughter every night for the past week. This Wednesday, I was positive, would be no different. “Happy hump day, Ross,” I said instead, aiming for a pleasant tone.
“I just wanted to call and commend you on your progress with Rosie,” Ross told me. “She told me, and I quote, that she’s really enjoying spending time at your office.” He paused. “She told me that she feels like she’s really getting an education there.”
I almost spit out the sip of coffee in my mouth. “That’s good,” I replied. A smile fought its way onto my face despite my attempts to keep it down. Rosie definitely used those words on purpose. She had a dirty sense of humor. I loved it. We’d been making good use of my desk, my bed, her new bed, the shower, anywhere we could find. Rosie had the libido of nineteen-year-old, and I had a lot to teach her. We’d been very busy.
“I’ve also noticed that she’s purchased a few books to help with her LSAT prep course,” Ross was saying. “That tells me that she’s going to take it seriously. I can’t tell you what a good sign all this is. I wasn’t expecting her to change her mind overnight, but this is real progress.” He sighed. “I’d begun to think that nothing could discourage Rosie. I’m so glad to be wrong.”
“I’m glad you’re pleased.” The truth was, Rosie picked those books out at random while we were lying in bed after an extremely aerobic session, but whatever. They were LSAT practice books and they did the trick. If Ross was convinced that Rosie was getting excited about the prospect of being a lawyer, that was all that mattered. In truth, the more I knew about Rosie, the more I suspected that she’d make a terrible lawyer. She didn’t like to play by the rules, and she wasn’t particularly patient. It made for a great lover. Not such a great attorney.
“I’m absolutely pleased,” Ross replied. Since not pleasing Ross was the bane of secretaries and associate attorneys everywhere, I took just a moment to revel in it. It was best not to get to comfortable, however, because his next words shook me out of it. “I’m going to be in town next week for a conference. I should be arriving next Wednesday and staying until Saturday morning. The three of us should get together for a nice dinner.”
I’d rather eat dirt. “That would be lovely.”
“Say, are you dating anyone right now?”
My pulse leapt. Had he figured it out? Well, there was no use denying it. If he asked me directly, I wasn’t going to lie to him. I thought far too much of Rosie to ever lie about our relationship. “Yes, as a matter of fact, I am.” I sat up straight in my chair and tried to brace myself for the onslaught. I ha
d enough in savings. I would survive losing my job.
“You should bring your girlfriend as well. I’m sure Rosie and I would both like to meet her.”
I started coughing. Thank god. He didn’t know. No need to tell him then.
“I’m not sure what her schedule will be, but I’ll certainly try.” If my voice sounded a bit dodgy, it was because I felt ill. Although I wasn’t exactly excited about the prospect of being fired, I did hate the deception. I wanted to tell the world that I was with Rosie. There was a good reason we weren’t telling him immediately, but it still bothered me.
Still, my reply to Ross was not a lie. Technically. I had no idea what Rosie’s schedule would look like in two weeks. She might be extremely busy. She might have a date with someone else. Anything could happen in an infinite universe.
“Good, good,” Ross replied. He was clearly not listening, which was a relief. “I’ll make some reservations for us.”
The conversation led another benign direction before concluding. I hung up the phone, feeling like I’d just survived a fistfight. I’d actually never been in a fistfight before—unless roughhousing with Ian counted. Still, I’d been taller and stronger than Ian since I was fourteen and he was sixteen, so winning had always been inevitable. Mostly I just tried to avoid hurting him.
Talking to Ross, I knew there was no chance of hurting him. He didn’t have feelings to hurt—at least, not in the traditional sense. He had an ego that could be bruised, and a temper that could be enflamed, but I wasn’t sure he felt things like sadness, hurt, or shame the same way normal people did. `
Thinking about Ross’ possible sociopathy was depressing, so I pushed it away. I glanced at my watch. It was five-thirty. Time to leave. I had a date.
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