by Hamel, B. B.
We’re going to take care of each other.
But first, I want to take care of her.
I kiss her neck and pull off her shirt. I kiss her chest, take off her bra, kiss her nipples. Her back arches as I unbutton her jeans.
I pull them down, almost in a frenzy. She bites my lower lip and I pull her hair tight, making her groan. Her head tilts back, chin up in the air. I kiss her neck and slide my hand down the front of her jeans until I find her wet little pussy, her panties already ruined.
“Soaked through,” I whisper, my voice a purr. “I knew you wanted me. The second you saw me, I bet you were dripping already.”
“Shit. Baker. I can’t help it.”
“I know. It’s because of this.” I tease her pussy, making her moan. “It’s because I know how to touch you.”
I lift her up suddenly, putting her down on the table. She wraps her legs around my hips and I pull her close against me. I kiss her slowly, feeling her warm body against mine, her breasts beautiful and perky and her pussy dripping wet.
I push her back and slide a hand down her pants, fingers teasing. I spread her wide and roll a finger around her clit, making her moan and gasp. I push that finger deep inside her pussy and curl it.
She rolls her hips and I kiss her chest, licking her nipple, taking it between my teeth. She groans again, pulling my hair, as I sink down to my knees and spread her legs wide.
I pull her to the edge of the table. She’s leaning back on her hands and moaning, her body shaking, her breasts beautiful. I push her panties aside and taste her, tongue lapping her up, top to bottom. I taste every inch of her delicious little pussy, working her clit, sucking and rolling my tongue around it. She moans loudly, gasping and groaning.
She grabs my hair and pushes my mouth tighter. I suck and lick her faster, faster, tasting her and pushing her. I love the way she groans and moves her hips. I love her taste, her dripping wet pussy. She’s so easy to please and I can’t get enough of it.
I suck and lick her before sliding two fingers deep between her legs. She takes me deep into her pussy and groans, growling a little bit, a little purr of delight. I lick her clit as my fingers sink deeper, sliding in and out, fucking her. I spread her wide and lick her like that, pushing her further.
I look up as my fingers go deep. “I love your taste. You think I’m ready to give that up? No way, my sweet. I’m not giving up any of this.”
“You won’t go, will you?” she asks, grabbing my hair.
I shake my head and kiss her. I slide my fingers in and out, fucking her nice and slow. “Never.”
“God,” she whispers. “It feels so good.”
“That’s what I want to give to you, sweet. All of this and so much more.”
She groans as I kiss her again, kiss her neck, lick her nipples. I go back down and lick her clit, sucking it faster, tongue rolling around it. I suck and lick her and make her moan, my body ringing with desire for her.
Her fingers wrap tighter in my hair, sensual and perfect as my tongue laps her up. I need this right now, need it so badly. It’s not about giving myself pleasure, although her taste does drive me wild. Right now, it’s about making her feel, really feel, what it’s like to be with me.
I need her to understand. This isn’t just some little thing we’re talking about. It’s not some crush or fling or something we can casually toss to the side. It’s not the sort of feeling I want to give up, not for anything.
Her taste, the way she moans, the way she moves, it all works together and makes me feel sublime. I’m floating for her, wild for her. I’m lighter than air, and it’s all because of her.
I haven’t felt like this, not once in my life. I’m not willing to ever let it go.
So I lick that clit, I suck it hard, I make her fucking feel it.
She rolls her hips, her moans coming fast, and I fuck her with my fingers. I do it fast, faster, faster, moving them in and out, sliding them deep into her pussy. She’s groaning, moving fast, and I need her to understand deep inside her body.
“Baker,” she whispers. “Oh my god, Baker. I’m close. I’m so close. Please don’t stop.”
I won’t stop. I won’t ever stop. I keep going, sucking her clit, licking it, tongue moving and tasting every inch of her delicious little pussy.
“Baker!”
She grabs my hair tight. I know she’s close. I fuck her pussy faster, licking her up and down, and I can taste her come.
Her muscles tense and tighten and relax as it washes over her. I taste her on my tongue and I keep going, lapping her up, licking every honey drip from her beautiful little cunt.
She moans low and her fingers dig into my hair. And god, it drives me so fucking wild.
“Baker,” she moans. “Oh, god, Baker.”
Slowly she finishes. I pull her tight against me and kiss her, lingering there, letting it hang between us.
She’s beautiful and she’s mine. That’s all I need to know. She’s beautiful and she’s mine.
I can’t let that go.
After a few more minutes, she gets dressed again.
We end up on her couch, her feet in my lap. She sips a glass of wine and I watch her with a smile on my lips.
“What?” she asks.
“Were you really going to just push me out of your life completely?”
“That was the plan.”
“Cold.” I grin at her.
She shrugs. “Clearly didn’t work.”
“You made the right choice.”
She frowns a little bit. “Are you sure?”
“Of course I’m sure.”
“Baker, you could lose everything. You have a reputation and if this all gets out—”
“It won’t matter.” I lean toward her and kiss her gently. “Look, even if it does get out, it won’t stick to me. And nobody will remember your name in a week. It’ll wash over us like rain and be gone before we even notice.”
“Easy for you to say. Those aren’t your messages.”
“True. But tell you what. I’ll fly us to Italy for as long as you want while you recuperate if Carol does release the messages. How about that?”
She grins at me. “How about you fly us there no matter what happens?”
“Okay then.” I kiss her one more time before leaning back. “Do you think you’re ready for this?”
“I don’t know.”
“You will be. Just remember, we need to trap her.”
She shifts a little uncomfortably. “How will this work? I mean, are you hiring me back or…?”
“I never processed your resignation.”
She blinks at me. “What?”
“I never put it in through HR. As far as they’re concerned, you never missed a day of work.”
She actually laughs at that one. “So I’m going to get paid?”
“Absolutely. Wouldn’t have it any other way.”
“You’re awful.”
“I told you, I’m going to take care of you.”
We sit on her couch, her feet in my lap, and for the first time since this started, we have a moment where everything is just normal.
We can sit together, laugh together. Even if what’s coming won’t be pleasant, at least we both can see a future.
Together.
That’s the important thing.
Our future is together.
Even if things go south and don’t work out, I know what I’m going to do.
I’m staying with her.
My job, my reputation, none of it matters.
I’ve had the big jobs, I’ve had the good reputation. I’ve gotten to the sort of heights most people can barely even dream of. I’ve been there and I’ve seen it all.
I don’t need more.
Now I just need her.
I can’t get enough of my sweet Taylor… and I’m never going to.
Maybe she doesn’t know it yet. I haven’t said it out loud. But it’s the truth. She’s what I want and what I need and there’s no
going back anymore.
There’s no turning away.
I’m committed and I know this is right, no matter what.
22
Taylor
I’m so nervous I feel like I might puke.
I’ve been nervous before. Sure, I’ve been worried and scared and all that. But I’ve never felt like this. I’ve never felt like I might fall over and vomit at any second. I’m practically shaking as I approach the building.
Baker is with me. I told him I couldn’t do it if he didn’t walk with me the whole way.
“You okay?”
I nod a little. “I’m fine.”
“You can hold my hand. At this point, it doesn’t matter.”
“No, no. We don’t need people to start talking now.”
He just shrugs and doesn’t argue.
I take a deep breath and we head inside. We ride the familiar elevators up and step out into the same old office. There are more people here now, since everyone’s back from Alaska. The whole place seems like it’s buzzing with more energy than usual.
“Remember,” he says softly. “My office.”
I nod once. We walk past reception, greet everyone, and head back to my desk. I plant my stuff down and sit in my chair while he lingers.
“I’m fine,” I say and I don’t mean it at all.
“I know. You just look…” He trails off.
“Radiant? Perfect?”
“Exactly what I was going to say.”
I sigh. “I’m fine. Seriously.”
“Okay. Just give me a heads-up and I’ll vacate the space.”
“I don’t know how I’m supposed to do that.”
“Think of something.” He smirks at me for a second. I think he might lean in and kiss me, but he turns and heads into his office without a word instead.
Leaving me to sit at my desk and wait for Carol to flip shit.
Here’s the thing about this plan. For as simple and as clever as Baker thinks it is, at the end of the day I’m just bait.
He wants Carol to shout at me. He wants her to threaten me.
I don’t want any of that. I mean, she really freaks me out. Part of me thinks she’d actually get violent with me. I mean, okay, maybe not really, but still. She’s creepy as hell.
And I’m her bait. Just dangling out there, waiting for her to snap at me.
God, it’s awful. And of course, she doesn’t come over right away. So for half the morning, I’m just sitting at my desk acting like nothing’s happening.
Finally though, when I get up to use the bathroom, I spot her. She’s talking to one of the admins and her eyes snap up to me as I walk past. They go a little wide, like she can’t believe what she’s seeing.
Shit.
I hurry into the bathroom. I think about hiding in a stall, but no, she knows I’m here. My heart’s racing as I text Baker.
Me: She saw me. She saw me!
Baker: It’s okay. She’s supposed to see you. I’ll—
I don’t get to read the end of his message because Carol throws open the door and storms into the bathroom.
“You,” she hisses.
I slip my phone back into my back pocket and blink at her.
“You,” she hisses again. “What the hell are you doing here? You quit your job, or did you forget? You stupid little—”
I run past her. I think I even bump her with my shoulder. She lets out this startled little gasp as I throw open the door and walk away as fast as I can.
I think she’s following but I’m not sure. My heart’s racing. This is so stupid and awkward. There’s no way she’ll chase me like this. She won’t follow me into Baker’s office, it’s such an obvious trap, she’s not stupid. She’s way too clever for that.
But I walk there anyway, moving quickly, like I’m trying to get away from her. And I think I actually am trying to run away, my heart racing, like I’m running from a predator.
This is what she does to me. She turns on my buried prey instincts and makes me want to run. For some reason my old brain sees her as a giant tiger that wants to eat me and short-circuits anything rational in my mind.
Maybe that’s what she likes about me. Maybe she can smell that fear and her predator instincts kick in. Maybe that killer in her brain is screaming for blood and excitement and loves seeing scared little me running away for my life.
Doesn’t matter. I hurtle into Baker’s office and hurry to his desk, like that matters. He’s not in there, of course, since he knew to get out of there right after I texted.
But I’m still disappointed. I wanted him in here to protect me from that monster.
I’m bait though. I’m the bait.
I reach his desk and turn, the backs of my thighs pressed up against it. I wait two breaths and sure enough, Carol comes walking in after me, totally calm and collected.
She smiles when she sees me. Her eyes flit past me and to Baker’s desk, notices he’s not there, and smiles even bigger. She closes the door behind her before turning to face me.
“So,” she says. “You made a mistake.”
“I didn’t.” The words come out choked.
“You did.” She cocks her head. “I told you that you had to quit. I kept up my end of things. And yet here you are.”
“I couldn’t stay away.”
“You couldn’t, hmm?” She nearly hisses that last bit. “I thought you were smarter than this, Taylor.”
“What do you want from me?”
“I want you to. Fuck. Off.”
I wish I could step back away from her more. “I won’t.”
“Are you stupid?” She comes closer. She’s sneering now, nasty and disgusted. “Come on, stupid girl. Quit your fucking job. Who cares about some assistant job? It’s nothing. You can find something else. Quit your job and walk away and I’ll stop trying to hurt you both. Or you can stay and let me wreck you.”
“Carol,” I say, trying to find some courage. “This won’t work. You can’t—”
“I can and I will.” She says is with such venom I feel myself shrinking back. “Fuck that asshole Baker and fuck you. I won’t let you make me look stupid. Quit your job and walk away.”
“You stole from me.” My voice is meek and quiet.
“Is that what you care about?” She cackles then, delighted with herself. “Get over it, you little baby. Yes, I bribed a maid and broke into your room. It’s not my fault your passcode was 1111. Maybe you really are stupid.”
“I never thought someone would steal my phone,” I whisper.
“Someone did.” She grins at me viciously. “And now you’re fucked.”
“Carol, you don’t have to do this. We can just let it go. This is just a job.”
“It’s not just a job. I sacrificed so much for this place and I’m not going to let some outside hire dickhead and his little slut ruin things for me. So pack your bags and leave today or else I’m releasing that image to the press. They’ll have a field day with it and the board will have to let you both go.”
Without another word, she turns and leaves the office.
I stand there, heart racing in my chest. Everything she said, all those threats…
It was perfect.
My god, I couldn’t have planned that better even if I wanted to.
She said everything. She even admitted to bribing the maid.
I laugh, giddy with delight. I pull out my phone and text Baker again. Two minutes later, he’s coming back through the door.
“Well?” he asks.
I grin at him. “She said everything. Seriously, Baker. I barely had to talk. She just went off.”
He laughs, grinning huge. He walks over and throws his arms around me, hugging me tight.
“You’re amazing,” he whispers. “I love you.”
I pull back and look up into his eyes. “You… love me?”
“I love you, sweet. I mean it. I really do love you. I’m very, very, very in love with you.” He laughs and kisses me and I kiss him back, the
rest of the office can go to hell.
He loves me.
He really loves me.
This isn’t some fling. This isn’t some small thing.
This is love.
He wants me… but more than just for sex, he wants me.
“I love you too,” I say, breathless after the kiss.
He’s grinning from ear to ear.
“I know you do.”
We kiss again, his arms wrapped around me. We stay like that for a while. I’m sure people notice… but I just don’t care.
I love him. I’ve loved him for a while.
That’s what this feeling is. It feels so good to put a word to it, to say it out loud.
I love him and he loves me too.
That’s why I’m willing to do all this. That’s why I’m willing to risk things.
Because it’s love and nothing less.
Love can make me do stupid things, risky things, so long as it’s all for the right reason. And Baker is that right reason, being with him, touching him, holding him.
Baker, my love.
“We’re really doing this, aren’t we?” I ask him gently.
“Of course we are. We always will be. I promise.”
We kiss again and I believe him.
Because it’s love. That’s what matters.
23
Taylor
One Year Later
“Taylor, you’d better get in here.”
I lean back in my chair and smile a little bit.
Most people would get a little pang of fear if they heard their boss talk to them like that. I mean, it’s almost never a good thing when your boss calls you into his office with that sort of stern, angry tone.
But I love it when I hear my boss call my name.
I get up and head into Baker’s office. He’s sitting behind his desk with a little smile on his lips.
“Close that door, young lady.”
I slowly shut the door behind me. “Uh oh. Am I in trouble?”
“You’ve been very bad.” He stands up and comes around his desk. I feel a thrill of anticipation. “You’ve been very, very bad. I believe I’m going to have to report you to HR.”