by Lucy Gage
“Oh, yes. Fuck me.”
“That’s right.” For good measure, though I’ve never done it before, I slap her ass, and she moans. Jesus. H. Christ. I swear she’s wetter than she was a second ago. I have to admit, I think we both like my inner alpha.
My hips rock into her ass, and with a slow and steady build, I pound her harder, faster, until I’m sure we’re both ready to lose it. And then I stop.
It feels wrong to pull out, but instinct tells me to do it anyway. I plunk on the edge of the bed and yard her onto my lap.
In the mirror, I can see in her eyes that she likes this idea. I hold my dick steady, and she impales herself with it. She’s bouncing on me, and so that I can keep it together, I watch us. I reach for her pussy, and I stroke her clit. Her head falls back against my shoulder, so I grab her left tit and squeeze. “Watch!”
Meredith snaps her head up, and she rides me harder. As she increases her speed, I stroke her pearl with more pressure, pinch her nipple, and hold on for dear life.
When she comes, we do it together, a spectacular, mind-altering, out-of-body experience, one that travels from my head to my toes, rippling in between. I grunt some unintelligible shit that makes me sound like a brainless moron, but at this second, I’m not capable of anything intellectual. My sac is dripping with her juices, and I can’t believe the condom is still on—I blew my load so hard. She’s collapsed against me, panting, and for good measure, I roll my finger around her clit one more time. I love the moan it elicits.
Convinced she’s sated for the moment, and certain I need to pass out in the near-term, I lift her from my lap, carry her so that I can lay her on the bed, under the covers, then dispose of the condom. I curl myself around her lithe body, cupping her breast in my palm, nuzzling her neck. I whisper, “Thank you.”
“Mmm. I should thank you. I can’t remember sex that good.”
“Me, either, sweetheart. Me, either.” With that, her breathing evens, and soon enough, we’re both passed out cold, entwined.
I sit abruptly, my heart pounding. I’ve been dreaming. Holy shit, thank Christ because I was about to make a huge mistake in that dream. But damn it, I’m fucking hard as a rock right now. For good measure, I grab a condom and wrap it right away. And then I roll Meredith to her back, and I inch my way down her body with wet kisses, starting at her neck. By the time I get to her pussy, she is writhing beneath me. I can’t resist licking her until she’s as ready for it as I am.
“Alex,” she moans. “Inside me. Please.”
There is no hesitation. I kiss her as I ease inside her. With her nails, she gouges my ass as she pulls me deeper. Pausing for a moment, I seat myself before I move slowly in and out. Each time I press into her, she grips my ass. Our lips mate in time with our hips.
This is not fucking. No, as I promised, I’m making love to Meredith. The build is slow and steady, loaded with some frightening emotions I can’t name right now, things I never thought I could think or feel again, especially not with someone I hardly know. But here I am.
It’s terrifying and awesome at the same time.
She squeezes me tightly and gasps into my mouth. It sends me over the edge with her, simultaneously elated and scared.
It’s a while before I can catch my breath and dispose of the condom. I’m happy to find that she’s similarly affected, at least physically. I can’t read her emotions at this moment—we don’t know each other that well.
Instead of immediately passing out, I lay beside her and stroke her hair from her face, press a sweet kiss to her lips. “Thanks,” I say. “Again.”
She smiles. “I wish we could do this all night.”
“We can’t, huh?”
Her head shakes. “I really do have to work tomorrow.”
“And I really do have a lot of appointments.”
“Can we do it again before I have to leave?”
“Now?”
“And in the morning?”
Laughing, I say, “I think it is morning.”
“Then two more times?” She bites that lip, and I swear, she knows how much I like it.
“If you insist.”
“Oh, I do.”
“The lady must be given what she wants.” And I proceed to do just that. Twice more.
Don’t worry, be happy. It might be short-lived.
I’m dog tired, but I have to run every morning, or I can’t think straight. I have a lot of shit to do before work starts on Monday, and my brain needs to function. Despite how much I don’t want to do it, I slip from the bed still stinking of glorious sex, quietly dress in my running gear, and head for the park. It’s fucking cold out here, but that’s good. I need time to clear my mind a bit.
Not that I want to push Meredith from my head. On the contrary, I hope that when I bring her back coffee, she’ll be ready for another round. And then, maybe I will have the cojones to ask for her number.
I know, I know. I can fuck her like a champ, but I can’t ask for her damn phone number. I’m pathetic.
What I do need to clear is that bizarre dream. It started with Meredith and then she morphed into Nina. I mean, come on. Meredith is so not Nina. She’s not! Okay, they both have red hair. And blue eyes. But that’s it.
Fine. Curvy. They’re both curvy. But Meredith is much taller. I like that.
And she’s a theater fan. Nina hated the theater. I think. She never wanted to go.
No way would Nina have ever gotten a tattoo. Or have joined a sorority.
See. They’re different. Totally different.
So why the fuck was I dreaming about Nina when I had gorgeous Meredith in my bed?
I haven’t solved the riddle by the time I’m waltzing into my hotel room with two coffees. I don’t want to wake her, so I’m quiet. But there’s no need. She’s gone.
There’s a note on hotel stationery in the corner of the mirror.
Alex,
I wish I could stay, but I need to get to work. Let’s do this again. Call me later.
XO Meredith
At the bottom, she left her number. Guess I didn’t need the big boy undies. Yes, I’m aware that it’s painfully obvious who the real alpha is in this relationship.
Is this a relationship? I’m not sure, but I want it to be.
Now, it’s time to get my own ass in gear. I have fitting appointments for my new suits with my uncle’s tailor, and my aunt set me up with a stylist she knows. He’ll cut my hair to a length she—and thus, my uncle—finds acceptable that isn’t a military buzz cut. I don’t do that anymore.
Nope, once I saw Owen, Nina’s husband, with his Army muscles and a shaved head, I let my hair grow in defiance. I’ll never be beefcake, so at least that part wasn’t a problem.
Ugh, I have to stop thinking about her.
For good.
Do I know you from somewhere?
Hours later, I’m walking down the hall at Lawson, Dooley, Peterson, and Howe. I’ve been here since lunch. Thankfully, Rafe is a phenomenal tailor. He sent me to be measured at a shop in Portland, and everything fit perfectly when I tried it on, so I was able to leave his store wearing one of my new suits. Between the updated wardrobe and my stylin’ ‘do—courtesy of Dave—I feel like a new man.
Okay, yeah, and I got laid last night. Twice.
And again this morning. Twice.
I can’t wipe the smile from my face. It’s dinner time, and I think I need to see the woman who put that grin there. I whip my phone out and call her. Yeah, I added her number to my phone already. Shut up. You would, too.
When I hear music blaring down the hall, I realize I’m not the only one here. I don’t want to hang up on her, so I figure I’ll need to whisper.
“Hello?” Meredith answers, cautious.
Leaning against the wall, I quietly reply, “Hi, beautiful. Remember me?”
She laughs, and says, “Owen, is that you?”
“Owen?” I nearly choke on the name.
Nina’s husband. Am I asleep and having a nightmare?
“Don’t cry, Alex. I knew it was you. I’d recognize that voice anywhere.”
Relieved that she was teasing, I repress my sigh so as not to sound desperate. “Oh, yeah?”
“Mmmhmm. Sexy.”
“You like my voice, huh?”
“Where are you?” she asks. I’m hoping that means she wants to get together soon, but her voice sounds confused.
“Um, at work. What about you?”
“Same.” There’s that tentative tone again.
From the corner of my eye, I see movement, so I head toward my office. I’m almost there when I hear, “Alex?” Not on the phone, behind me.
I whip toward the sound, and there’s Meredith, wearing a damn sexy navy blue dress. It’s all business, but hell, she fills it perfectly.
Wait, she’s at my office? “You work here?”
She clicks her phone and shoves it in a pocket. “Don’t tell me you do, too?”
“Yeah, I start on Monday. Figured I should get ahead.”
“Driven. I like that.” She’s stalking toward me. The predatory look in her eyes has me hard in an instant. We’re outside my door, and before we get in trouble for what I’m about to do to her, I pull her inside my office and flick the lock. Better to do this behind a closed door.
I shove her against the wood, and her eyes darken. No more words are exchanged as we dive at each other, devour lips, tear at clothing. I hear buttons ping, but who fucking cares? They’re shirts.
From my back pocket, I yank my wallet and retrieve the new condom I’d put there this morning. I toss the billfold on the floor, where it joins my shirt. My pants are shucked, shoes kicked off.
Her dress whips over her head to reveal the sexiest set of nude lingerie. I see her pebbled nipples through the lace of her bra cups, and she’s wearing another fucking sexy thong. I tear that one, just like I did last night, and she whimpers. She flings her bra, and before she can take off her shoes, I shake my head. The wicked look in her eyes tells me she remembers last night’s request.
Yeah, I like to fuck a woman while she’s wearing sexy shoes. It’s hotter than hell.
I roll the condom on my dick, sweep her in my arms, carry her to the desk, and set her on the top. Oh, we are definitely breaking in my office. This will get me through some damn late nights, I’m sure.
For a moment, something flashes across her face, but it passes, and she’s spreading her legs for me. “Fuck me,” she demands.
I yank her hips toward me and lay her gently on the desk surface. It’s empty because I hadn’t gotten to that kind of shit yet. She’s splayed on my desk, her red hair flowing behind her head. It’s such a glorious sight, and I’m in more awe than I was last night. I slip two fingers inside her, but she’s dripping already. I can’t resist eating her, so I drop to my knees and feast for a moment.
When I stand again, she’s pinching her nipples, her breasts cupped in her palms. I position my dick to enter her, and I’m lost as I ease inside. Something about coupling with her is like a ticket to heaven.
So that I can kiss her, I lean down. “Fuck, Meredith,” I mumble against her lips. “You always feel so damn good.” Sucking each tit, I nip at the buds. I rise up again so that I can find a deeper angle.
And then she does something she can’t know that I love because I didn’t tell her. She reaches for her red curls and finds her clit, then begins to stroke it, her heels digging into my ass as I fuck her. Her hips undulate faster, the left palm squeezes her breast hard, pinching and rolling the nipple, and then she clamps around me like a vise, a gasp escaping from her lips before she throbs around me.
I watched her come all over me while she masturbated in my office. She made herself come on my dick while I fucked her on my desk. Holy. Hell. I don’t think I could have asked for anything more fucking beautiful if I tried.
Unable to hold on any longer, I fuck her harder, faster, until I come so forcefully, I see stars in my vision, and I’m sure I’d hit the floor if the desk weren’t there. I collapse on top of her, panting madly.
When I push myself up, she’s grinning broadly. “Was that good for you?” I ask, teasing. She nods, her eyes glassy with satisfaction. I don’t want to pull out, yet. Her pussy is still contracting, and I like it.
Her fingers play with my hair, her palm rubs over my face. “The hair is great, but could you grow out the scruff again? A clean shave is sexy, but not as sexy as your five o’clock shadow scraping my thighs.”
“Liked that, did you?” I kiss her. “For you, I’ll grow it.”
“Mmm. Promise?”
“Yes. Much as I want to do this again—now—I think we better clean up before someone else decides to work the weekend before the holiday.”
Before I can extract myself, she pulls me down for another searing kiss. “Let’s get together again later.”
I grin. “Can’t get enough of me, huh?”
She laughs as she gracefully sits, then slides from the desk. “Watch it. I might think you have an ego.”
As I get rid of the condom, I slap her ass. She gives me a murderous look, then winks. “I guess it’s a good thing that I can’t get enough of you, either.”
Running her hands over her body before she redresses, she says, “You want more of this?”
I nod. “Definitely.”
“Good.” With that, she turns to pick up her scattered clothes.
When the shoe drops, hopefully, it doesn’t take anything with it.
Meredith lifts my shirt from the floor, where she’d tossed it earlier. With a smile, she hands it to me as I zip my pants. “Sorry. I think you lost a few buttons. My fault. There’s a sewing kit at my desk.”
“That’s okay. I can take care of it at home, later. I have plenty more.”
Shirtless, I walk toward my office closet. My uncle and father have always kept extra clothes at work for the days when all-night strategy sessions prevent a return home before court. In Portland, the idea had seemed useless when my suit bag collected dust, but I’d still developed the habit.
From behind the polished maple door, I slip a pale blue Oxford from a hanger. I turn to find Meredith staring at me, her mouth agape as her hands lift her hair from beneath the neckline of her dress. Her brow furrows.
“What did you say your last name was?”
“We didn’t give last names, remember? But it's Lawson. Why?” I tuck my shirt into my pants.
“You’re Alexander Lawson. Perry’s nephew.” It’s not a question, but a statement. Her nostrils flare, and her eyes widen, but it’s the tone of her voice that concerns me. It sounds suspiciously similar to the one she’d reserved for the asshole who’d stolen her promotion.
Wait.
Before I can open my mouth to ask the question that has now instigated a cantering inside my chest, Meredith flings open the door to my office. On the other side is Uncle Perry. Oh, fuck. How long has he been standing there?
The smarmy bastard’s mouth quirks for a moment. It’s not enough that a stranger would notice, but I’ve known him my whole life. He knows what we’ve been doing. Hell, it’s like he expected it.
“Oh, good. Glad to see you two hit it off last night. I was hoping you’d work well together. Nice to find you hitting the ground running. Alex, your aunt expects you at dinner tonight, seven sharp. Warren, can you bring Alex up to speed on the NRDF case? We have a meeting first thing on Monday.”
Meredith’s back stiffens, her posture ramrod straight. “Do you still need me to attend the meeting, sir?”
“Of course. Alex is an excellent lawyer, but he needs to learn the ropes here. You’ll help him find his way. Oh, and can you get him a cup of coffee?”
To me, he says, “You look like you burned the midnight oil, Alex. Pull yourself together for dinner, will you? Your aunt will fuss, and you know how that irritates me.” With that, my uncle disappears toward the elevators.
A voice that I’m not sure is my own says, “You’re Warren.” It’s her last name not her first. When I’d made that error, Uncle Perry never corrected me.
Fuck. Fuckity, fuck, fuck. I shove my palms into my eyes. Why does this kind of shit always happen to me? I finally meet a woman who turns me inside out, and she has to be my employee. One who, given what she said last night, can’t stand me for stealing her promotion.
I look at that woman now, and by her posture, I can tell she’s irate. Who could blame her? I’d loathe me, too.
The flaming hair whips in my direction as Meredith spins on her sexy-as-fuck four-inch heels. “Let’s get one thing straight. This,” —she gestures between us, then circles her hand at the desk, where we’ve just blown each other’s minds — “will never happen again. Do you understand me? It was an epic mistake.”
She stomps from the room. A moment later, her head pokes back in the doorway, then she bends so that I get an amazing view of her ass, and she lifts her phone from the floor. Her eyes narrow. “And get your own fucking coffee.”
Holy shit, it’s so wrong, but I love her fire, even when it’s directed at me. She should be angry. My uncle gave me a job she’s spent years earning, and he treated her like she was my fucking secretary. I’m pretty pissed, too.
It’s my own damn fault. I had been so eager to make a fresh start that it didn’t occur to me to wonder who might not get the job if I took it. Uncle Perry had claimed Peterson Junior’s decision to retire had been sudden, and he needed me to fill the slot quickly. But that didn’t mean several eager associates weren’t clawing at the gates.
Nor did it mean my uncle hadn’t lied to me. It wouldn’t be the first time he’d stretched the truth. Some things never change. This time, it was to get what he’d always wanted—for me to join his law firm instead of my father’s. It took him over a decade, but he managed to steal the only male Lawson heir from under his brother’s nose.