by Chloe Grey
“Later,” I promised, grabbing his arms to stop him. It was incredibly hard to deny what he wanted, especially with his hands on me, but I used up the last of my willpower to pull his hands off me. “I’ll make it worthwhile after work, okay?”
My mind raced at what I could do to him.
He nodded slowly. “Okay.”
I set the dishes on the drying rack and turned around to face him. I couldn’t believe it. Kevin Bond was mine. The man every woman in the office was crushing on, the guy who dominated every single one of my wet dreams, the sex god himself. All mine.
But for how long? A voice inside me spoke out. I shivered and shook the thought off.
Kevin snaked a hand around me and trailed up and down my curves. His blue eyes were so intense. “Can you do me a favor?”
“Sure. What is it?”
“Wear that beige dress I got for you last night.”
I nodded.
He pecked my lips and I swooned inside. “It’ll look so damn good on you, especially with your smooth, creamy skin.”
“I hope so,” I said.
“It will. Trust me. And Audrey?”
I shivered at the way his sexy voice caressed my name.
“Yes?”
“One more favor.”
“What is it?”
“Don’t wear any panties.”
I frowned. “What?”
“No panties. That’s your dress code for today.”
I shook my head. “I’ll wear that dress for you, but there’s no way I’m not wearing panties.”
“Please?”
“Nope, sorry Mr. Pervert, but I told you, I’ll make it up to you tonight.” I made my way toward my room, feeling the weight of his gaze on my ass.
Zane was snoring when I entered. He probably saw our discarded clothes in the living room when he came home and would soon be asking me questions. I couldn't hide my little secret from him anymore. What would his reaction be when I told him I made a lapse in judgment to accept Kevin’s relationship proposal when I wept and swore I would never get together with him, or with anyone?
Knowing Zane, he would be ecstatic I was in a relationship again—one that showed real promise, but then again, most of my relationships were like that in the beginning.
But he would be worried too, knowing how damaged and fragile my heart was. If Kevin left me for another woman tomorrow, there was no knowing what my mind would do to me. It would break into a million pieces. Hell, it was on the verge of collapsing already with the stupid debts and the stupid things my past lovers had done to me. The worst part was, I wasn’t even in love with my new boyfriend yet, and already, he had so much power over me, and over my bleeding heart. It was a terrifying thought.
Don’t trust him. The voice in me started up again. Remember the ten dudes you trusted? Look what happened. Men take advantage of you. Break it off with him now before it’s too late.
I took a shower, blow dried my hair and gathered it up into a simple ponytail before fishing the beige dress out of the shopping bags. I grabbed a fresh pair of panties off my chest of drawers, started to put them on... stopped.
Why was I even considering his ludicrous request? Not wearing any underwear to work was insane. Not only would it be chilly, but someone could catch sight of me if a strong gust of wind happened to blow past. It was stupid, yet I wanted this relationship with Kevin to work. I really wanted it to work.
Was it a big deal to just go bare to work and flash him—which I assumed was the reason why he wanted me to wear a dress with no undies—every once in a while? I wanted to please my new man, didn’t I?
I folded my underwear, put them back in the drawer, and stepped back to pose in front of the mirror.
“Damn, girl, you look super hot.”
I whirled around to see my best friend grinning at me from his bed. He raised his arm over his head to stretch and drew out a long yawn.
“New dress?” he asked me in his weird morning voice. For some reason, Zane had a different voice when he woke up. It was deep—well, deeper than his normal voice—and it had a slight raspy edge to it. Maybe it was a singer thing. It usually went away after ten minutes or so.
Heat seeped into my cheeks. “Yeah.”
“It looks real sexy on you. Fits your curves well and matches your skin tone perfectly.” He was smiling as he looked me up and down. Then he propped his chin on his knuckle and his smile widened.
“What?” I asked, already knowing what was on his mind.
“How did he perform in bed? No, better yet, how big was his cock?”
“I have to go to work, Zane,” I muttered, creeping closer to the door.
“Fine,” he laughed softly. “See you, cookie.”
Chapter 22
“Kev,” I laughed, smacking his arm. “Keep your hands on the wheel and focus on the road.”
He withdrew his hand from under the hem of my dress and shrugged his broad shoulders. “I can’t help it when you’re not wearing anything underneath and are always so wet for me.”
“I shouldn’t have listened to you.”
He redirected his attention to the road and I leaned back into the comfy leather seat.
“Thank you, Audrey.”
“For what?”
“For not wearing panties. I won’t be able to concentrate at work with all my blood gathered down there.”
I lifted my hand to smack him again, but he continued.
“But for real. Thank you for giving us a chance. I can’t tell you how happy I’m right now, dating the sexiest woman alive.”
I blushed. “You can’t mean that.”
“I mean it,” he said seriously. “You don’t notice every guy giving you double takes when you walk by them? Or the massive bulge in my pants whenever you walk into my office?”
“It’s not that massive.”
Someone had to keep his ego in check.
“No?” He raised an eyebrow but kept his eyes on the road. “If I recall, you said, and I quote, Jesus, it’s so fucking huge, when I first took off my pants.”
I tried to remember if I ever had said that but came out blank. “I did not!”
“You did, and you couldn’t even fit me in your mouth.”
“I have a bad gag reflex.”
“That’s a shame. I can only imagine how it feels with my cock buried deep down your throat.”
I kept quiet, mentally putting a note in my mind to train my gag reflex.
We stopped at a red light and his hand covered mine.
“Babe?”
His smooth voice cut through my thoughts.
“Yeah?”
“I want to take you out tonight. Someplace nice.” He thought about it for a second. “Do you like Chinese?”
I smiled. “I love it.”
Nodding, he squeezed my hand, only letting go when the light turned back green.
“Today will be hectic,” he told me as we made a right. “If you have some time to spare later, go get takeout. We could squeeze in some time to eat in my office.”
“Anything in particular you want?”
“Anything that doesn’t have prawn in it. I hate prawn.”
I nodded, making another mental note in my head.
Minutes later, we smooth into his designated parking spot.
Alone again and feeling warm in my stomach, I made my way to the huge office building. My ankles were fully healed, and walking in high heels didn’t hurt as much anymore. I could balance on them better too.
Before I reached the revolving glass doors, an arm grabbed me and stopped me dead in my tracks.
“Hey, darling,” someone whispered hotly in my ear. Someone who had a slight British accent. “So nice to meet you again.”
I tried to pry his grip off my arm, but he held on to me tightly.
“Let go of me, asshole,” I spat out, glaring at the green eyes of Marcus. I should have spotted him since he was the only guy who wasn’t wearing a suit, but I was too distracted.
His eyes twinkled, and he gave me a smile, flashing his perfect whites. “You remember me, darling?” His grin widened as he took all of me in. “Damn, you look fucking hot in that dress. My offer is still up. Come with me to my condo, and I’ll give you the time of your life. I’ll even compensate you every time you make me come.”
This asshole was treating me like a prostitute. What the fuck? I tried one more time to pry his grip off me, and at that moment, he let me go. He laughed as I fell backward on my ass. A couple of people stopped, staring at us.
I stood up on shaky feet. I didn’t know what came over me, but I spat at him, getting most of my spit on the front of his white T-shirt.
“What the fuck?” He looked at his shirt, and back to me, his eyes wide with shock.
“Fuck you, asshole,” I said, flipping him the bird.
A small crowd had gathered, and a couple of people were aiming their phones toward us.
Marcus started toward me, but he must have realized we were being videotaped because he stopped in his tracks and looked around.
He glared back at me, anger evident in his eyes. “You fucking bitch, do you know who I am? You’d better drop to your knees and apologize now before I ruin you.”
“Audrey?” I heard Kevin calling from somewhere. I caught sight of him pushing through the growing crowd. He came toward me and grabbed my hand. “Are you okay?”
I nodded. Kevin checked on me to see if I was injured before he turned toward Marcus.
“What the fuck are you doing here?” I had never seen Kevin so angry. His hands were balled into fists, his knuckles white.
Marcus switched his scowl from me to Kevin. “I came here for you. This might not have happened if you didn't fucking ban me from the building or ignore my calls and emails.” He closed the distance between them and pressed a finger to his chest. “Where the fuck are my photos of your little whore? I’m giving you an easy way out, and you’re giving me a hard time, Kevin. What the fuck is wrong with you?”
Kevin was visibly trying to rein in his anger. “You should leave. Now.”
Marcus puffed his chest and stood tall, but he only reached Kevin’s nose. “You’re asking me to leave? You? Do you have a death wish, Kevin? Without me, your mother would already be buried six feet under and—”
Marcus literally flew backward when my boyfriend shoved him. Some people in the crowd cheered, some gasped, and some shouted. All of them had come to work expecting another boring, mundane day, so this was real entertainment to them.
Marcus groaned from the ground and got up with shaky feet. His eyes were wide and burned with hatred as he glared at Kevin. “Are you fucking crazy? I will sue you for that! You’re a fucking dead man! You hear me?”
Kevin took a menacing step forward, and Marcus immediately took a step back. “You better go now before this gets ugly.”
Marcus knew he was out of luck. He may be lean and muscular, but Kevin was taller and bigger—not to mention a boxer. The asshole flipped the bird at my boyfriend and spat in my direction before turning on his heels and stalking away, his long golden hair a wild mess.
The crowd parted for him, then slowly dispersed, chattering excitedly among themselves.
Kevin sighed and walked up to me, the fire in his eyes fading. “Sorry about that. He just doesn’t know when to leave you alone.”
“You don’t need to apologize for that jerk. What did he mean anyway? About pictures of your whore, and what did he say about your mom?”
“It doesn’t matter. Come on.” He grabbed my hand and led me through the revolving door and toward the elevators. Every single person in the lobby was staring at us, making me feel like throwing up.
Luckily, the elevator was empty, and I leaned on the golden rails as the doors closed, my heart rate finally slowing down.
I recalled Marcus’s words. Where the fuck are the photos of your little whore? What the hell did he mean by that?
I eyed my boyfriend. “Kev.”
“Hmm?”
“I know you don’t like talking about personal shit, but you have to trust me like I’m trusting you. I hate it when my boyfriend hides something from me, which is like every single one of my past boyfriends. If you have something to tell me, now is the time.”
“Later,” he said, stepping toward me. He ran a hand up and down the sides of my leg, causing my heart rate to speed back up. “I don’t want to think about that right now, okay? I only want to think about you.”
“Kev... not now.”
I didn’t sound very convincing.
“Please?” His voice pleaded. “I’m stressed out and—” He sighed and leaned closer, brushing my lips with his. “I need you right now, babe.”
My willpower was draining away rapidly. “Someone will see.”
He glanced behind him. “We have ten floors to go, and we’re in the perfect spot.” He gestured to the camera perched in the corner above us. “We’re standing in the blind spot, so no one will see.” I started to say something, but he spoke again. “Trust me, I know the guy who spends all day looking at all the cameras in this building.” He looked at me, his blue eyes so damn mesmerizing. “Please?”
My willpower was all but gone. He could take me on the floor, and I wouldn’t have cared. I nodded, and he crashed his lips onto mine, pushing me harder against the elevator wall and pressing closer to me. His honey taste exploding in my taste buds. I moaned.
He slipped his hands under my dress and inserted a finger into my soaking sex. His thumb found my clit, and I arched my back, deepening our kiss.
A second and third finger went into my tight confines, stretching me open. Kevin started pumping his fingers in and out, causing me to thrash and moan even louder.
“You’re so damn wet all the time, babe,” he whispered as he let my lips go and increased the rhythm of his fingers. “Are you close?”
I nodded furiously, biting down on my lower lips to suppress a cry even though nobody could hear me.
“Tell me when you are about to come.” He rubbed my clit with the pad of his thumb and I jerked my hips. “We have three floors left.”
“I’m going to come,” I gasped. “Kev, I—”
He tackled my mouth as I came, stroking my tongue and swallowing the loud cries of his name. My inner muscles contracted and tightened around him, but he was still pumping me, pleasuring me to delirium.
Kevin held onto me as my knees collapsed, and I bit into his shoulders when he released my lips, screaming out the last remains of my orgasm away.
“Thank you,” Kevin said, steadying me as I regained my breath. A lock of his pitch black hair had fallen across his forehead, and he was breathing as heavy as me. I had no idea why he was thanking me. I should be the one thanking him. “I needed that.”
The elevator door opened, and thankfully no one was there. Kevin smoothed down my dress, pecked me on my left cheek, and walked out, leaving me breathless again and wanting more.
From his delicious pineapple scent to his sweet honey lips to his rock hard body and masterful fingers, Kevin Bond sure was fucking addicting. So addicting that I might—I just might—drop alcohol.
Chapter 23
“You’re walking a little weird,” Sam commented as she walked with me to my desk. “You okay?”
“I’m fine.”
“I get that too sometimes.”
I looked at her. “Get what?”
She plopped down on her seat and twiddled her thumbs. “Being stuck in the elevator with Mr. H for eleven floors can be such an intimidating experience. But trust me when I say that you will get used to it.”
I said nothing and sat down, wishing my fingers would stop trembling.
Sam went back to her desk after a couple of minutes of chit-chat that thankfully didn’t involve the word ‘elevator’ or the commotion outside. She asked me if I was okay managing everything alone, to which I responded with a smile and a thumbs up.
After pushing away thoughts of what happened
outside and in the elevator and mentally counting to thirty in slow motion, I walked into my boss’s office to hand him his schedule of the day.
“What a coincidence,” he said when I closed the door behind me. He leaned back in his chair and read his iPad inches away from his face. His hair was styled and flawless again. “There’s an elevator scene in your book.”
I blushed and set his schedule down. “You’re on a new book already?”
Kevin straightened up and pressed the privacy button on his desk. Seconds later, nobody could see us, and I could feel the pressure between my legs building. I had written so many office sex scenes and a small part of me wanted the fantasy to come true. But this was a place of work, and I had to remain professional. But then again, what happened in the elevator...
I shifted on my feet as Kevin looked at me with those judgmental blue eyes of his.
A minute passed before my boss spoke. “What are you thinking?”
“Nothing.” I lifted my chin. ‘What are you thinking?”
He didn’t miss a beat. “Do you know how many times I imagined taking you on this desk?”
Not as many times as I’ve imagined.
“I’m composing the proposal for Mr. Ford,” I told him, ignoring his comment. Be professional, Audrey. “I’ll have it done within a couple of minutes. Do you want to double check it before I send it out?”
“I can have you done in a couple of minutes.”
“Kev,” I groaned. “Be serious, please.”
“Fine,” he said, kicking his feet up on the desk and setting his iPad down. “Yeah, you can send the proposal out. I trust you not to misspell anything.”
“Okay.” I nodded then pointed to his loosened tie. He always looked so damn perfect that it was kind of comical seeing him like that.
“What?” He looked down and dusted his suit with minor flicks of his wrists.
“No, your tie.” I walked around his desk and knelt down in front of him.
“Oh.” He set his feet down and leaned forward to let me adjust his tie.
I unbuttoned his suit jacket and straightened his tie for him, well aware of the position I was in—and his massive hard-on through his dress pants. He didn’t comment on it, just looked down at me, a smile tugging his full lips.