by Nella Tyler
“Yeah.” I bit into my lip and nodded my head before pretending to slap a non-existent ass. “Score another for your boy.”
“Do you really have to do that?” he questioned and shot a glare in my direction. “Don’t be such a shit about it.”
I rolled my head with a thunderous laugh. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“She’s a great worker. She works hard, and she’s going to be great for the company. Think with your head,” he lowered his finger to aim at my cock. “Not with your dick.”
“Okay, okay.” I laughed again and ripped the door open. “Have fun jacking off alone tonight.”
I made my way through the crowd like a lion searching for his prey and I located her. I finagled my way through tight spaces, pushing people lightly out of my way if need be.
She was all alone. Apparently her friend had already dipped out or she was back in the restroom. I didn’t know which it was. I didn’t care which it was. I was always that way. When I wanted something, that something was all I could think about and in that moment, I wanted nothing more than Lindsay. I wanted every piece of her, to devour her and show her everything she had been missing.
As I approached her, slowing my pace, she jumped to her feet and smiled. It was beautiful smile, and maybe it was because I was slightly intoxicated, but I swore to myself it was the most beautiful smile I had ever seen in my life. And then I imagined those lips around my swollen cock, and all bets were off.
“Are you ready?”
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I drove her back to my place with my palm rested on her thigh the entire time. If she hadn’t known before we left that I wanted something a little bit dirtier than a mere nightcap, then she sure as hell knew right then. She was quiet on the way to my penthouse, but I understood that was a part of her personality.
We made a sharp turn into the parking garage underneath my penthouse and I parked my Beamer among a sea of brothers and sisters. Seattle was an expensive city to live in. My neighborhood was reserved for the wealthiest of people too stupid to ever leave the rainy city. But they were all rich, and that’s not such a bad motto to live by; it’s better to be rich and stupid than to be a genius and poor.
I didn’t come from money, not the type of money people used to buy these overpriced condos anyway. I took what little my father gave me, studied my ass off in college—a surprise, I know—and built a multimillion dollar company, all before the age of twenty-two. I bought my way into this life with hard work, dedication, and all that other bullshit.
And sometimes I had to reward myself to keep myself going. Lindsay was my reward on that particular night. She followed me to the elevator where I didn’t even bother to shield the code from her as I typed it in. She was different than most of the other women I brought home: so I thought, anyways.
The elevator doors flashed open and we were only one press of my finger away from a night I hoped neither of us would ever forget. It was my passion, my hobby if you will, to make women surrender themselves to me entirely so that they would never forget me.
I forgot most of their names within a day or two.
“This is a nice elevator,” she said with an approving nod. “Nice details.”
“Really?” I scoffed with a light chuckle. “It’d be a hell of a lot nicer if it were made out of gold.”
She glared at me. “If you want diamonds, gold, and glitter, then you’re in the wrong city.”
“Tell me about it,” I sighed and nudged her with my elbow. “You want to take a trip with me to Dubai?”
“I’m not sure I fit their ideal tourism demographic.”
“That’s okay,” I assured her with a grin. “I’ll bring the best security money can buy with me.”
“You’re talking about yourself, aren’t you?’
“Something wrong with that?” I flexed my biceps underneath a rolled-up button-up shirt with an approving grin. “Look at these babies.”
“I’m going to need security that’s loaded with guns.”
“Oh, baby,” I sneered. “I’ve got guns.”
She pivoted to face me directly and shook her head with a hushed cackle. “You are so damn charming.”
I grimaced, but couldn’t hide my teeth if I wanted. I was smiling from ear to ear. This was the fighter I had seen in her. She was able to spar with me when she wasn’t too busy acting the shy girl part. Her compliment was loaded with sarcasm and it rocked me to the core in the best way possible as my cock twitched against my trousers.
“I’m getting a whiff of sarcasm.” I wagged my finger at her. “And I fucking love it.”
Just when she was about to respond, the elevator dinged and the doors slid open. She turned to check out the penthouse with adoration in her eyes, as if she were seeing something marvelous for the first time. Her eyes were wider and larger, her mouth hung slightly open as she took two steps outside of the elevator.
“The city is beautiful up here,” I said and stepped past her. From behind me, the doors drew shut and that’s when it sunk in that I finally had her alone. “Best damn view in the whole damn city.”
“I’ve never seen it like this,” she said, her eyes soaking in the wonder of all the lights of the skyline in the distance. A haze was high, and the clouds were low, masking all the lights in a haunted tapestry.
“Really?” I questioned as I twisted the lid off an old bottle of whiskey. “Maybe you need to work more nights.”
“Not that you would know,” she began, her eyes shifting to me in an instant, “but I work many nights. Too many nights, I’d reckon, but we don’t share the same view. I work in a little cubicle.”
“Yikes.” I grimaced and poured two short glasses of whiskey. Once I sat the bottle down, I grabbed a glass in each hand and motioned for her to follow me with a cock of my head. “We’ll see what we can do about that cubicle of yours.”
“Really?” she said from behind me, her voice soaring high with excitement.
“Sure.” I shrugged as I pointed for her to sit on a couch opposite an antique loveseat. It was a living room that wasn’t often touched as I spent the majority of time either at work or in my bedroom, and there was no TV. As it stood, it appeared to be a formal living space, which didn’t bother me. It made it appear as if I had more class than perhaps I really did. “I’ll promote you from within accounting and give you your own office. Nobody will raise an eye that this promotion happened the night I took you home with me.”
“Ha ha.” She rolled her eyes and took one glass from my hand before lowering herself to sit on the black couch. “It’s okay though. I’d rather earn my spot.”
“Oh,” I cocked my brow and took a seat opposite her into the comfortable black love seat, “you’re going to earn it.”
“I’m just here for a nightcap.” She shook her head with a devious smile. “The only thing I’m earning is my right to fall asleep with a little more alcohol in me than that’s already there.”
“Touché.” I raised my glass to toast her from afar and took a short sip of whiskey. I watched her with careful eyes over the rim of my glass. She was so elegant and so beautiful. Briefly, I thought that I couldn’t corrupt her. That thought was thrown into the trash the second she crossed one leg over the other.
Long, smooth, porcelain legs. My breathing became labored as I tried in vain to restrain myself, to give myself more time to contemplate any possible consequences that could arise from this little fling.
She shifted her eyes to me and stood up in an instant. I followed her with my eyes as she stepped to the floor-to-ceiling windows with glass in hand to take a mental picture of the view. This was my chance. This was the point of no return. I had her just where I wanted her and there was nothing I could do to hold myself off any longer.
With her back turned to me, I sat my glass down onto the short table beside me and rose to my feet quietly. She didn’t notice me as I approached until I was right behind her, and then it was only my reflection that gave me awa
y.
That and my warm breath against her neck.
She spun on her foot to face me and I pressed her tight against the window with one leg buried between her legs. Her eyes hung heavy and low, but they continued to watch me, those beautiful, green eyes enamored me to the point where I couldn’t even fucking speak. She couldn’t either.
It’s like we were both stuck at a standstill in rush hour traffic. We waged a war of attrition with each other and ultimately, whoever spoke first was going to be the winner. I was born and bred a winner and there was no way I was about to lose when it mattered the most.
“Tell me,” I said softly and tightened my grip on her waist, my fingers digging into the fabric of her blouse. “Tell me how I have how such a damn beautiful woman working for me, and yet we’ve never really even had so much as a conversation.”
She swallowed a nervous lump in her throat as it tensed and her eyes shifted to the elevator. She was thinking about running, so I held her even tighter.
Finally, she laughed, but it wasn’t a sincere laugh. It was a laugh composed of dry nervousness. “If it’s conversation that you want, then we can have one right now.”
“No,” I growled, beyond impatient and hungrier than I could ever recall. “We’ll talk later.”
She swallowed a dry breath again and her body flinched slightly.
“I have other plans for your pretty tongue,” I said, my eyes boring into her soul.
Chapter Six
Lindsay
Inside, I was shaking as his eyes bore down on me. He was taller than me—much taller, but that’s the way it usually went. I was a short, petite girl, and standing up against me, he was a giant. There was no going back. I knew, finally and without a shadow of doubt, what he wanted from me, which thankfully was the exact same thing I wanted from him.
He wanted to devour me and I was more than ready to let him. It wasn’t in my nature though to make the first move, so I gladly passed that burden onto him. He eyed me for a second longer and he lowered his lips to meet mine.
It was short and sweet, too quick for my liking as I wanted him to devour me whole. It was the first kiss though, the first taste, and it only ignited the flame within me. I pushed my hands against his chest and pushed him backward, but he stopped me with one quick push against my own chest, sending me back against the window.
Yes, my assessment was right. Caleb Markham hated losing control. We shared that trait, but after three or four drinks, that fear subsided. I was more than willing to cede control to him.
His palms cupped me at my breasts through the fabric of my shirt as he mouthed his lips against my neck. Trailing his way to my ear and eventually nibbling against my flesh, it took everything within me not to scream or to moan.
He fisted one palm in my hair and cocked my head sideways so that he could gain better access to my neck. He breathed hot fire against my neck, stoking the coals of passion that were long ago lit. And when his warm breaths landed against the wetness he had left in his wake, I finally gave myself fully as a stifled moan leaped from my throat.
He pulled back and chewed into his lip. “That’s what I’m talking about.” He reached for my hand and pulled me forward as he fell backwards into the chair he had occupied just prior.
There I was, standing in front of him. I was out of practice and unsure of what to do. There were different ways to make love, or fuck, or whatever the hell it was that we were about to do. Some people liked to keep their sex clean, others wanted it as dirty as possible. Something told me—perhaps the way he tangled his fingers in my hair—that he liked it dirty, and I was okay with that.
“Strip,” he commanded in a voice I had never heard before, a voice I would relate to a man in power, and he was nothing if not in power. He had me right where he wanted me, practically begging, and I would have done anything to please him because I knew pleasing him was the same thing as pleasing myself.
So, I did as ordered and dropped a finger to the top button of my blouse and then slowly made my way down, popping each button in turn. Once I passed over my breasts, and the black, lace bra I had worn to work and to the party was revealed, I noticed labored breathing in his chest.
It was right then that all doubt evacuated my mind. Whether or not I thought of myself as sexy or desirable was now irrelevant because I knew that for whatever reason, I was desirable to him. I didn’t need verbal confirmation from him; the way his body and his eyes reacted to my striptease was all I needed to know.
As soon as my blouse hit the floor, I bent forward and began to shimmy out of my black skirt. It was a much quicker process than removing my shirt and after my skirt pooled around my feet, I was standing in nothing but my bra and panties, while he was still fully clothed.
It wasn’t fair.
But this wasn’t about being fair. It was about pure, unadulterated lust.
His eyes never left my body, and feeling more confident than ever, I reached behind my back to unhook my bra. My throat tensed as I contemplated fleeing one last time. In my mind, I thought of running to the elevator in nothing but my underwear, but I was too interested in proving myself.
I dropped my bra to the floor, standing then in nothing but a pair of lace, black panties. I looked down at my own body, measuring it for myself. I wasn’t even close to being a supermodel but I wondered why I was so hard on myself. If a man like Caleb could love my body, then why the hell couldn’t I?
Caleb shifted in his chair and dropped his hand to his crotch. Through the fabric of his slacks, he began to massage the hardness barricaded beneath the surface. I wetted my lips as I watched him, because I was both nervous and anxious to not be standing naked all by myself.
He took one last sip of whiskey before climbing to his feet. I wasn’t sure what he was going to do next, and I didn’t care. I just wanted him to do something, to make the final move that would push us down an irrevocable path.
He took measured steps toward me with total, brute force emitting from his entire being. I had no choice but to take a step back every time he took a step forward until my bare back was against the cool windowpane. I straightened myself out as he closed in, and then just stood there.
Silence. Absolute fucking silence except the ticking of a clock and rumbling from within the walls, and the two of our hearts screaming from behind our ribcages.
He took no time gliding to his knees right in front of me before tugging my panties down my thighs in one swift motion. I was entirely bare before him as his eyes bore into me from below. He moved in for the kill, lapping his tongue against my opening.
My entire body shivered and I fisted my hands in his tousled hair for leverage as he planted one kiss after another against my wanting cunt. He was a damn pro, carefully destroying me one lap of his tongue at a time. I knew that if it were to continue for much longer, I’d collapse into him and that’s the last thing I wanted.
I wanted to show him how strong I was, how cut out for this I was. I needed to prove to him that I wasn’t just some meek, shy, timid girl but when he pressed his thumb against me, I let out a sharp moan and threw my head back against the glass. “Shit,” I cried as I maneuvered my fingers through his hair, trying to hold onto anything to keep my grip on the world.
He rose to his feet and pushed his body tight against mine. Against my neck, he breathed hot fire, and against my body, the fabric of his clothes brushed my bare skin. It was an entanglement of sensations, tangled further when he pushed a slick finger inside of me.
“I’ve seen you in the hallways,” he whispered against my ear, his voice hot and ragged. “I’ve seen you around, and I’ve wanted this for as long as you’ve been in my thoughts.”
“Yeah?” That’s all I could force myself to muster and it barely came out at all. “Please,” I begged, not entirely sure what I was begging for, but I needed a particular kind of release that only he could give to me. “Please…”
“Yeah,” he growled. “I was thinking the same exact thing.”
My back hit cool satin, made all the cooler against the warmth of my body. I leaned up on the bed, using my elbows for support to watch him as he began to disrobe. His eyes were feral and dark as he slipped free from the white shirt he had been wearing all night.
The first glance at his perfect body send me into a frenzy inside. My heart palpated, crying for just a chance to caress the muscles of his stomach and chest with my bare hands. My eyes widened and my throat tensed when he reached to unzip his fly and push his slacks down his muscular legs.
I was relieved to no longer be bare all by myself and relished the sight of him stripping in my presence. Still, he was cloaked in a harsh shadow that hung over him from the city lights outside, lights that streamed through the window from towers in the near distance.
He hooked his fingers into dark briefs and they dropped to the floor in an instant. My breathing raced and my heart stopped as I waited for him to emerge from the shadows.
And when he did…
I finally, one hundred percent, lost control. And I was an accounting wizard, so I was well aware of statistics and percentages, so trust me when I said I lost control. It was thrown out the window as he approached me, his body so strong and his movements so free.
He crawled onto the bed, the mattress sinking under his weight. And when he was finally above me, his huge body hovering so close to my petite frame, it was more the same. His eyes never ceased watching me, and his throat tensed.
Is he nervous, too? I thought to myself. There was no way he was even close to being as nervous as me. After all, I was very aware of his reputation. Sure, it may have all been gossip, but all I had to go on was gossip.