Fuck.
I’m going to have to get myself under control before tomorrow when she’s here and I have to see her. Heat is building in my skin, and my cock is rock fucking hard. What is it about her? I’ve never encountered a woman that’s gotten under my skin so quickly before.
The video ends, and I stare at the frozen image of her for long seconds before I shove myself up out of my chair. I need a drink. A cold fucking drink.
A cold shower would be better, but I shouldn’t go home yet. I really should keep working. Thinking about Brooke won’t help, and neither will the drink, probably, but I’ll give it a go.
I pour myself a finger of whiskey and look out over the city. It’s bright and alive. This is one of my favorite views, looking out over the sprawling, glittering wasteland.
There’s a bump and a soft curse from the outer office. It startles me for a moment. Everyone should have gone home by now, and I thought I was alone. At least I hope I am, because I don’t love the idea of someone hearing me watch the acting reels of my new secretary.
Setting the glass on my desk, I head to the doorway and freeze.
The very woman that’s stuck in my thoughts is in front of me, organizing some papers at the desk. She doesn’t know that I’m here. Yet. She picks up the stack of papers, and in seconds, she’ll see me.
“Working late?”
Brooke lets out a little shriek, and the papers go flying, followed by her. It makes me smile. So far, I’ve had two encounters with this woman and both times she’s somehow ended up on the floor.
She looks up at me where she’s on her knees, and the sight steals my breath and makes me harder than I already am. Because whatever I imagined, seeing the real thing is way fucking better.
“Sorry,” I say. “Seems like you can’t stay on your feet around me.”
Is that a blush on her cheeks?
“I was just catching up. Staying a little late since I was late this morning. I didn’t know that you were still here.”
“Working late myself,” I say.
I feel myself smiling, slipping into a manner I don’t use with secretaries. Behavior that is one hundred percent not professional. And right now, when I’m aching in my pants and have spent the whole damn day thinking about her, I can’t bring myself to care.
And though I should be moving to help her up, I’m fixated on the sight of her at my feet. I need to move. Because if she looks at me right now, there’s every chance in the world that she’ll see how she’s affecting me.
“Do you work late often?”
I shrug and finally reach down to help her up. Her skin is so soft on mine, I want to find out if her skin is that soft all over her body. “I try not to, but sometimes I can get…distracted. And that means I have to stay later to make up for it.”
She swallows as she puts the papers on her desk, glancing at me. I can see echoes of that video that I just watched. The seductress. “Were you distracted today?”
I nod, sliding my hands into my pockets. “I was. In fact, it’s been all day, since I got bumped into in the lobby by a beautiful woman.”
She’s truly blushing now, fingers fidgeting, but she also takes a small step toward me. “I really am sorry about that. I should have been paying more attention.”
Right now, I make the decision that I don’t care about anything else. There’s something singing in the chemistry between us. I swear that I can feel her body on mine even though we’re not touching. I’ve never felt anything like it, and I’m not letting it go.
I step into her space and hear the tiny gasp of breath. Fuck, it’s sexy, and I’m wondering if she’ll make the same sound when I’m pushing into her with my cock. I’m so much taller than her, she has to look up to meet my eyes. “Let me be clear. I’m not complaining about you running into me. I’d be perfectly happy for you to do it again, if you like.”
Her chest rises and falls, drawing my attention to the skin I can see disappearing in her shirt. Brooke licks her lips, and I’m not even sure that she’s aware of it. “I’ll keep that in mind. Is there any time in particular that you’d like me to run into you? Sir?”
The last word is tacked on in a breathless rush. Making it exactly clear where she stands. Fuck, I don’t know what it is about that, but I can barely see straight because there’s so much blood flowing south.
“I googled you,” I say. “In my distraction.”
She smiles, looking up at me with amusement and surprise. It’s like she’s suddenly more comfortable now that we both know what this is. “Oh? And what did you find?”
“I found your videos. You’re very good.”
A soft laugh. “My auditions would say otherwise.”
“Then you haven’t found the right audition.”
Brooke’s eyes drop to my lips before they return to my eyes. “Was that what you were thinking about while watching me? My acting?”
“Not a fucking chance.”
Long seconds stretch in the bare inches of space between us. Finally, “Then show me what you were thinking. Sir.”
It snaps the sham of control that I have. In one movement, I slip my arm around her and pull her against my body. It’s not enough. I want to feel her against me. Backing her against the wall, I press myself into her every lush curve, and I kiss the hell out of her.
3
Brooke
Holy shit. Malcolm Meyer is kissing me. He’s kissing me. This is so, so fast. But even if he thinks that I’m a good actress, I’m not a good enough one to pretend that I don’t love the feeling of his lips on mine or the feeling of his arousal against my stomach.
I saw the gleam in his eyes when he came out of his office, and honestly, I thought that I might have been making it up entirely. But the look of lust on his face when I called him sir. There was no mistaking it.
I’m kissing my boss.
More than that, he has me pressed up against the wall and I can feel every hard inch of him.
I shouldn’t do this. It’s my first day and I need this job. But Malcolm runs his tongue along the seam of my lips, and the streak of heat that washes through me and straight between my legs erases any rational thought.
Malcolm’s hand is behind my neck, fingers weaving into my hair and holding me still so that he can kiss me deeper and oh my fuck, the man can kiss.
“Inside,” he says against my lips, voice rough.
Right. Yes. Inside. More privacy, less chance of any other stragglers seeing us. Yes.
He manages to get us through the door without stopping kissing me. Somewhere in my senses I hear the door click closed and feel Malcolm’s desk against my ass. “God, I’ve wanted to do that all day.”
“Me too,” I admit.
“I can’t explain it.” His eyes are fierce as he pulls back to look at me. “It’s visceral.”
I nod because I know exactly what he means. The chemical attraction that’s pulling me toward him even while he’s touching me. He watched my reels. Looked me up because he couldn’t stop thinking about me.
It makes my stomach swoop.
“I thought I could hold back. And then I saw you on your knees.”
Malcolm kisses me again, and this is more than a kiss—it’s leading somewhere. His fingers slip under the edges of my jacket and send it sliding back on his desk. There’s a clatter. Something getting knocked over. And he hauls me up and back onto the surface, my shoes falling off my feet.
This skirt is too tight. I can’t open my legs nearly wide enough, and he knows. Growls at it. “Let’s get this off.”
“You first,” I breathe, shoving his own suit off his shoulders and unbuttoning his shirt as quickly as I can. Holy shit. This man might as well be made of marble. The kind of body that you work for, and it shows.
I skim my hands down his chest, exploring the grooves of his muscles and the dips of his abs all the way down to the lines on his hips that disappear below his belt.
He’s smirking at me. “Meet your expectations.”
“So, so much better than my expectations,” I say, breathless.
It’s his turn, and he undoes the buttons on my shirt one by one, never breaking eye contact with me until they’re all open. Then his eyes consume me. They take in the lacy bra that I chose at random this morning and the way that my nipples are hard through that lace.
He peels the shirt back over my arms, but doesn’t take it off completely. My arms are trapped a little by the fabric, restless. “Wait,” he says, pulling me off the desk with ease and guiding me to the wall of windows behind the desk. He turns me and presses me against the glass. The cool surface against my front, and the heat of him at my back are overwhelming.
The lights are on in his office. “Someone could see.”
“True,” he says, and I hear the wicked grin in his voice. “Right now, someone could be looking out their window and see you have naked, pinned against my window.” My breath catches as he unhooks my skirt and it pools around my feet. “Soon enough they’re going to see all of you. Completely naked. Getting fucked against my window.”
A moan escapes me. “I didn’t peg you for an exhibitionist.”
“I’m not,” he says with a dark laugh. “But I’m also not selfish. I’ll share you with the rest of Los Angeles.” Hands skim my waist, dragging fingers down my ribs until they hook into my panties and shove them down.
I can’t breathe at all. His bare skin on my back is driving me insane. I want more. And he gives it to me, curling his hand around and finding out exactly how wet I am. He circles my clit with his thumb, and I writhe against the glass. “Is this what you do with all the girls in your office?” I ask with a grin. “You share them with L.A.?”
He flips me around so my back is against the glass, and continues the casual stroking of his fingers. “I’ve never fucked anyone in this office,” he says, eyes dark and serious. “Just you.”
A finger slips inside me, and my eyes flutter closed. I’m not a virgin by any means, but I’ve never felt the way that he makes me feel. He’s barely touched me, but already that single finger feels like it’s drowning me in pleasure.
Malcolm’s mouth crashes down on mine again, and he pushes two fingers deep, thumb still on my clit. “Oh, fuck.” I just manage the words.
“Show me how you come.” The words are low and powerful. A command as he works my body. He may not have fucked anyone in this office, but Malcolm Meyer is used to being obeyed. And right now, I don’t hate it. I give in, focusing on the pleasure and heat that’s spiraling with every movement of his fingers. I’m so turned on that it won’t take much.
He lowers his mouth to my neck, free hand pulling my breasts out of my bra to tease my nipples back and forth, thoroughly overwhelming me. The movements of his fingers are steady and smooth, finding the pace that makes me gasp and staying there. Carrying me higher and higher, until I’m shuddering around his fingers, falling into sudden pleasure.
My voice is loud in the quiet office, but I can’t stop. Can’t breathe. He groans into my neck before pulling back and licking his fingers clean. “Fucking hell, you taste good.”
I’m reaching forward, undoing his belt, because I need to see him. Need to feel him. I finally shrug all the way out of my shirt and bra before getting him naked.
My mouth goes completely dry. Hollywood is missing out on this man not being an actor. I daresay that the porn industry is missing out too. Because not only is he gorgeous and ripped, but he has a cock that’s long and thick and entirely hard. Holy shit.
And there’s no way that he doesn’t know what to do with it. The only hesitation is him putting on a condom. Then, in seconds, Malcolm has me back up against the glass, lifting me and sliding into me. I lose my breath entirely, gasping.
“Yes,” he groans. “I love that sound.”
He’s so big that I feel stretched. Especially with my legs wrapped around his hips, trapped between him and the glass. Behind me all of L.A. is laid out, nothing but air. I swear that I can feel the air and emptiness on the other side of the glass, and I’m dizzy with the sensation of being full and pinned and fucked.
Malcolm doesn’t hold back. The moment he’s fully inside me, he pulls back and drives back into me harder. And harder still. Pleasure and heat slam through me like a tornado of fire. Pure chemistry is on fire, the friction of his cock is perfect.
God, it’s been so long since I’ve been with anyone that I can’t breathe. He’s pure strength, working me with long, plunging strokes while holding me up. Malcolm’s gaze is locked on mine. Icy blue eyes that are an entirely different kind of heat.
“Don’t stop,” I manage to tell him. “Please don’t stop.”
He doesn’t. Instead he leans forward, still fucking, and whispers words in my ear. “I’m not going to stop. I’m going to fill you with my cock until you come all over it.”
I can’t control my voice, moans coming out of me with every stroke. He’s still talking. “And imagine, someone could be watching us right now. Seeing the way I’m filling you up over and over. Now hold on with your legs.”
Obeying, I grip him harder as he slams into me, holding me up with his thrusting and his cock as he grabs my hands. He holds them wide, pinning them against the glass so I’m completely at his mercy, and God, I fucking love it.
Everything shatters but the glass. An orgasm with enough force to break all the windows in the goddamn building. I scream it out, my pussy slamming down on his cock. I’m writhing on him, taking what I need, and riding the waves of pleasure that make my world go white.
And he still doesn’t stop, driving himself into me all the way. Again and again until he’s shaking. His strokes suddenly go erratic, mouth crashing down on mine with a groan. I feel him come, another cascade of pleasure dropping over me.
It takes long minutes for me to fully come back to myself, and when I do, Malcolm is still inside me, and I’m still pinned against the window. His lips are soft on mine, and he tastes rich like whiskey. When he lowers me to the ground, I don’t want him to pull away. But he does.
He’s turning around and slipping on his pants in a way that seems far too quick.
“That was…”
Malcolm nods. “Yes.”
“I’ve never felt anything like that.”
He looks at me and smiles, but it’s distant. Like a wall has been thrown up between us all at once. I know that he was there with me in the moment, but now he’s retreating.
I watch him buttoning his shirt and realize that I’m still naked and leaning against his window. That seems…too vulnerable. I scramble to put my clothes on again, and Malcolm watches me coolly, sipping the glass of whiskey that I tasted on his lips. He’s not speaking, but I can feel his eyes on me.
“Are you still going to work tonight?” I ask.
One side of his mouth tips up into a smirk. “Has to get done sometime.”
I swallow, basking in the way he’s staring at me. He’s still distant, but the carnal knowledge in his eyes sends goosebumps across my skin. “I’ll be back tomorrow, Sir.”
The flare in his eyes is more than enough gratification. He pins me to the floor with those eyes. “Try not to be late this time, Miss Stewart.”
Just the way he says my name makes me shiver. If I stay in this room right now, I’m going to press myself against him again, and the way he’s looking at me and staying across the room tells me that we both know what would happen.
Even knowing that, it takes all of my strength to turn and walk away. Grab my purse and head out. But I still feel like I’m in a daze all the way back to my apartment.
“Hey!” my roommate calls from the kitchen. Amy is an actress like me, though we’re two completely different types. She’s going to audition along with me for the play, but since we’re aiming for different roles, it’s fun and not competitive. In this business it’s nice not to be in direct competition with each other. “You’re home late.”
“Yeah,” I say. “I stayed late because I was runnin
g lines on the bus this morning and missed my stop. I was actually late for my first day.”
I tell her an abbreviated story of how I was basically shoved into Malcolm and about how he’s my boss. But I skip over the fact that I can still taste him on my lips and feel him between my thighs.
“You had a day,” she says, laughing.
“I did. And honestly, I’m exhausted. I’m going to head to bed.”
Amy laughs again. “See you in the morning.”
I shut the door behind me and collapse onto the bed. This was definitely not the day I expected.
It is late, and I didn’t lie to Amy. I am tired. And boneless from absolutely delicious orgasms. But I still need to look at the lines before I go to sleep. No better time to do it when your mind is ready to cement the memories for the day—though I know that there are more than just lines I want to remember today.
Turning on my side, I reach for the script in my bag and spy the picture of my mom on the bedside table. It’s an old headshot from when she was young. I look so much like her that sometimes looking in the mirror is a little like déjà vu.
I stare at the picture for a moment. Did she ever have doubts about whether or not she would make it? Did she get nervous stumbling over lines and miss a bus stop? Sighing, I roll on my back and stare at the ceiling. I’d give almost anything to see her again and ask her questions. Like what she would do in my position for this career?
And how would she deal with a man like Malcolm?
Putting the thoughts aside, I close my eyes and go over the lines until I slip into sleep.
4
Brooke
I’m not sure what I expected coming into the office today, but just like yesterday, it’s not what I thought. Malcolm is cool. Almost cold. And professional to the point of frustration. It’s already lunchtime and I’ve made up excuses to go in to see him purely so I can try to get a read on what he’s feeling about last night.
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