Cher: And your note?
My confusion increases. Is Caris blaming my note for our fallout? I don’t remember exactly what it says, but it was nothing but flattering. Cher must see the confusion on my face because she texts again.
Cher: Did you give her a note?
Emiliano: Yes, but I don’t understand how the note I’d written could have made her hate me.
Cher’s face matches mine. We’re both confused. I look at Caris still pretending to work. She’s the only one who can answer the question, yet I’m not ready to ask.
Cher: I’ll leave you to it.
Cher: You two need to talk.
Emiliano: You sound like Amy.
Caris sits up straight when Cher starts packing up.
“Where are you going?”
“I have errands to run. Connor and I have second-in-command things to do.”
Connor doesn’t know what Cher is talking about, but he falls into place. I know he’s ready to go home. He immediately starts packing up.
“Okay. Ready when you are. Lead the way, milady.”
“Uh…wait. W-what about the pendants?” Caris asks Connor.
“Emailed the info to Emiliano already. We can discuss it tomorrow.”
Caris' eyes float my way for a nanosecond. “And what about…”
“Don’t worry, Caris. We are ahead of schedule since the last three days have been very productive. Emiliano has the rest of the checklist if you need to verify anything else tonight.”
I watch as her thumbs fly over the screen of her phone. Cher reads the text and shakes her head no while smiling sweetly.
Caris’ frown deepens, and she begins to pack up her items as well quickly. She’s five seconds behind Cher and Connor but not fast enough. I block her exit and lock the door.
“Going somewhere?”
“H-home.”
Her attempt to look unbothered by my closeness is thwarted by the tremor in her hand when she pushes a piece of hair behind her ear. My blood thickens, she’s nervous. I don’t know why that excites me. Maybe it’s because she’s displaying a new emotion. Maybe I’m getting around her wall of rage.
“You will eventually. Not right now, though.”
“You can’t hold me hostage.”
Her scent teases me the same way the dress she’s wearing has been all day. Almost five days ago, she was damn near naked and giving me the ride of my life, but today it’s a different tune. She tries to make a run for it when I begin taking off my tie. I trap her between my body and the door. I turn her to face me. I run my hand down the small of her back to her ass. I squeeze her ass and pull her against me, making her feel my erection. My free hand slides her purse and laptop bag off her shoulder and guides them to the ground.
Our breathing has accelerated for the same reason. I don’t loosen my grip on her ass because I’ve been wanting to grab it since I’d met her.
“No. You started it. Now, it’s my turn. I need you to keep the same energy you had when you handcuffed me Friday.”
Chapter 13
Caris
Oh shit! I’m trapped between Emiliano and the door. His toffee eyes blaze with naughty intent, and my desperate body aches for it. I’d thought my fly-under-the-radar approach was working until now. He looks and smells delicious. Those yummy lips of his hover near mine. Kiss me. Kiss me. Kiss me. My fan girl lips chant. I’m dying to know how they’d feel against mine. He widens his stance a little. I’m swooning on the inside at his possessive touch. If he’d grabbed me like this in high school, we’d be married with three kids by now.
“Are you ready to see what I can do untied, nena?”
“No.”
Emiliano smiles and tugs at the bow on my wrap dress. It falls open, displaying me to him. I hold my breath, afraid to breathe, while my skin crackles like live wire. I low-key regret the product testing when he expertly removes my underwear and bra without removing the dress. I’m mostly bare in front of a fully clothed Emiliano. Again.
“I-I didn’t consent,” I challenge using one of his tricks.
“You will,” he says with a wicked tint to his gaze.
He lifts and places me on the conference room table. I try not to act aroused when he pushes my legs farther apart to stand between them. Emiliano traps my chin with his thumb and fingers. He looks at me for a moment without moving. He’s giving me a chance to submit. I don’t because I’m stubborn, and part of me wants to know what he’ll do to get my permission.
Those sexy lips descend, and I brace myself for a kiss. He turns my head and places nipping kisses under my ear, down the side of my neck, at the junction, on my shoulder, and down to my collarbone. I try to suppress a whimper, but his kisses are magic. They’re just the right amount of suction and pressure. I’m so hot, I can turn into light, but my stubbornness prevails.
Emiliano grabs my naked waist and rubs his palms up until he’s cupping my breasts. He’s avoiding my nipples with his hands and mouth. Oh, he’s good. He nips down the valley of my breasts. I try not to squirm when he squeezes them a little, still ignoring my nipples. I lean back as he pushes me. His kisses stop at my navel. He traces my navel with his tongue. I’m certain there’s a wet spot on my dress. I try not to protest when he removes his lips from my body and sits in the chair.
His erection stands proud against his pants. The memories I’ve been trying to suppress return full blast. I want him badly. He pushes my legs farther apart. He puts his fingers in a V and traces my soaked lips using only enough pressure to tease me. Once more, he ignores the important parts. My entire body trembles.
“This could all be over if you tell me you want me to fuck you, Caris.”
I clamp my mouth shut. The torture continues when he presses a finger at my opening only adding enough pressure for me to feel but not enough to penetrate.
“Tell me.”
“No,” I say on an aroused sigh.
“The longer you wait, the harder I’ll fuck you,” he warns me. He leans back and unbuckles his belt and pants. I watch as he sticks his hand inside and rubs his excited flesh through his underwear. “Ready when you are,” his husky voice becoming thicker with his accent due to arousal.
I perfect my statue pose. His grin is naughty when he stands. I slide off the table when he pulls me to him. Emiliano turns me away from him and bends me over the table. The wood is cool on my cheek and nipples. I feel the silk of his tie wrapping around my wrists. I’m excited and frustrated.
“Take your time and think. I’ve been wanting to play with your ass anyway,” Emiliano whispers. He laughs when I gasp and clench. “I didn’t mean that kind of ass play, but I can help you work up to that if you want.”
I don’t think that’s anything I’ve wanted in the past, but Emiliano makes everything sound so fucking sexy. My defenses are crumbling. He squeezes both of my ass cheeks then spreads me apart. His thumbs spread my lips, and the ache deep inside makes me fold.
“I consent.”
“That’s not the sentence I wanted.”
I gasp when he smacks one of my ass cheeks as punishment.
“Tell me what I want to hear,” he orders. I feel the sting on my other ass cheek when I don’t respond.
I’m amazed that I like how he’s freaky. I’ve never been one for the BDSM scene; I would have tried to fight anyone else if he’d spanked me, but Emiliano somehow makes it sexy. Another smack brings me back to the present.
“I want you to fuck me,” I confess before he can pop me again.
“Muy bien. Lesson one. I’ll fit easier if you’re really wet and ready for my dick.”
I feel one; then two fingers enter me from behind. It won’t take much to get me off. All the teasing until this point has me throbbing and ready.
“You’re so wet for me. Good.”
I moan when he adds a third finger. His pumping somehow sparks my nerves and shoots straight to my clit and nipples. I cum hard when his thumb starts to stroke my perineum. I’m so dazed that he can
get me off in seconds that I don’t realize he is prepping of the main event until I feel him sink into me in one long stroke.
“Mmm. You feel perfect,” he growls. “I want to savor this, but I’m a man of my word.”
“Huh?” I don’t know what he means.
“I told you the longer you made me wait, the harder I was going to fuck you,” he promises. My insides twitch and clench at his words. He feels my reaction to him. “Dirty girl. You like it rough.”
I don’t know if I do. I’ve never tried it rough, but I’m willing to try anything once with him. Nevertheless, I wouldn’t tell him that.
The way he pounds into me makes me see hearts and start planning for our future. Each thrust shocks my system with pleasure and shakes the table beneath me. They electrify me until I’m sure I’ll turn into lightening. Emiliano is gripping my tied hands with one hand, and the fingers of his other hand dig into my hip. Sounds of our skin smacking together and moans are the only things that could be heard in the building. I’m glad it’s not a cleaning crew day; we’d traumatize the staff. He’s so powerful. I give in to the process, arching my back and bucking my hips for optimal pleasure.
My knees buckle a little. I’m approaching my second orgasm, and then it’ll be over. I’ll be able to catch my breath and control the tremble in my legs. All my sensations are moving south. I feel that familiar warmth tightening inside waiting to explode and flood me with heat.
He feels it too because he thrusts with a purpose and moans like my climax is all he ever wanted. He continues to drill into me during my orgasm, intensifying it even more. I crash so hard, I briefly wonder where I am. I’m not sure if I’ll pass out or fall to the floor.
Emiliano grips my hips with both hands. “Steady,” he whispers as he withdraws. I pant as I mentally prepare myself to get up and leave. I double-take when he says, “Come here. Let me show you how I like to be ridden.”
Surprised, I look back at him. Yes, he’s still hard and ready. His sexy lips pull into a smile before he makes another demand. “Now, Caris.”
Damn, I’m almost there just with him saying my name. I do as he says and straddle him with his help since my hands are still tied. I want to touch him again. I begin to wonder if he’d felt this frustration when I had him handcuffed.
“Not easy not being able to touch, is it?” Emiliano taunts as if he could read my soul.
I’m impaled on him before I can analyze how it feels to have him look at me with understanding and no trace of anger or displeasure.
Emiliano grabs my hips to guide me. “I want you to grind, not bounce.” I let him control me, and my body is already catching fire from him rubbing inside of me. “Perfecto,” he grunts. I catch on to the rhythm and take over.
A curl falls onto his forehead, and I ache to run my fingers through his hair. I find myself wanting to do a lot of things to please him, and it’s a scary thought. I get a break from my musings when his hot tongue begins toying with one of my nipples. Emiliano’s big hands grab both of my breasts and knead them before he starts to feast on them. He sucks and tugs on them flawlessly, and I grind on him harder and faster. I don’t know how he got me racing towards the peak this fast, but I’m not going to complain. Everything he does feels incredible.
I’m soaring; then his thumb rubs my clit, and I’m riding on a rocket towards the sun. This orgasm is going to rip my bones from my skin.
“Ohmygod,” I whimper. I’ve never uttered it before, yet I say it repeatedly because I have no other sentiment. Then it happens; my head falls back, and I yell his name because he’s done this to me. I feel like I’m riding a fucking rainbow. Leave me alone. That’s the only way to describe this out of body experience: flashes of colors and bright lights.
He bucks jerkily underneath me because he’s about to blow. Emiliano’s hands grab my face. His touch, and the way he looks into my eyes is the tenderest moment I’ve had with the adult Emiliano. He sighs my name as he cums like I’m all he’s ever wanted.
After a few breaths, he pulls out of me and shifts until I’m left sitting in the chair alone. I’m a boneless puddle. I can’t do anything but watch him leave.
If he felt anything near what I feel right now when I left last week, then I really am an asshole.
Chapter 14
Emiliano
“I hear this is the place to be if you want to try all the hard to find ice cream flavors,” Amy chirps happily as we slide into a booth.
“Why don’t you do the tasting dates with Connor, again?” I question her, but my eyes are on the phone for the 100th time tonight. No calls. No texts. Not that I fully expect Caris to contact me, but I can’t help checking. I didn’t work on site today opting to focus on something outside of Caris and her company. I spend the day behind Loli in the quiet of my office and handling matters that weren’t urgent.
I couldn’t sit in the conference room and pretend I didn’t do the things I’d done to her. Seducing her is not working in my favor. It’s making me think about her more instead of less. I don’t want to be my eighteen-year-old self again – hung up on a girl who doesn’t feel the same. I’d let my guard down too much right before my climax and turned into the guy I was twelve years prior.
In the space of those few minutes, I was the man who would do anything for her if she loved me. I hate that I’m so easily converted. I’d thought twelve years would have made me tougher. I sigh as I check my phone for signal. Full bars.
“Connor deals with my crazy ideas the other six days of the week, that’s why.” She studies the ice cream menu. “I’m thinking about trying lava.”
“Uh huh, sounds good,” I murmur while looking out of the window.
“And, I think I’ll top it with meteorites, dandruff, and broken dreams.”
“Okay. Order me the same.”
Amy jumps up and claps in my face. Leaning back, I glare at her.
“What’s with the theatrics?”
“You aren’t listening to me! You’re off in another world, willing to eat lava covered in meteorites, dandruff, and broken dreams.”
I frown and nod, “I see your point.”
I review the menu in time to give the server my order, “I’ll have a sundae with a scoop of red bean and a scoop of horchata.”
Amy orders Mexican Vanilla and white-chocolate pretzel. She rounds on me the moment the server is out of earshot.
“Spill. I haven’t seen you this out of it in years.”
I roll it around in my head trying to find a delicate way to say it. I’m not concerned that my current predicament will have Amy in her feelings – any romantic hope between us died a long time ago – I just don’t want to make it sound too romantic or too brash. Amy bats her eyes at me impatiently. Forget it.
“I fucked Caris.” I let the words roll around in my mouth a little bit longer. This is the first time I’ve uttered it out loud. It’s happened twice, and it’s still surreal to me.
“Who?” Amy resembles and sounds like an owl.
“Caris,” I repeat.
“I heard you. I just can’t believe it.”
“Hell, me either.”
“I’d thought you’d be happier, but you seem so contemplative. Morose even. Did she not meet your expectations?”
“Surpassed them.”
Amy nods, “We’ll get back to the aftermath in a minute. How? Did you just break down and jump her?”
“That’s the confusing part. We were in her office. She was staring at me. I asked her what she wanted, then she started questioning me about my personal life; I didn’t want to answer. I told her to get out of my business.” I take a sip of water before continuing. “She said something aggravating. I told her to go fuck herself. I thought she was walking away. Instead, she handcuffed me to her chair and took my dick for a joyride.”
Amy’s face is stuck between horrified and amused, “I told you she wanted you.”
“Does she? She doesn’t act like it. I’m not sure if it was a hate sex thing o
r if I was the only available guy. That was Friday. Monday through Wednesday, she pretended it didn’t happen.”
“How?”
“Avoiding eye contact, talking around me, and agreeing to every suggestion I made just to avoid arguing.”
Amy laughs at my statement., “No way!”
“I could have renamed her business Emiliano’s, and she wouldn’t have said a thing. Yesterday, I sent Connor and Cher home. Locked her in the conference room and returned the favor.”
“You didn’t!”
I nod. “I wanted her to know how it felt to be blitz attacked, fucked into a puddle, then left alone when it’s over.”
“We either have a case of hate sex answered with revenge sex or two people who want each other but are too stubborn to admit it.”
“I believe it’s the first.”
“No, it’s not. You still have feelings for her. Look me in my eyes and tell me it wasn’t the best sex you’ve ever had.”
“Wouldn’t you want me to say you were the best sex I’ve ever had?” I deflect with an eyebrow waggle.
Amy smirked, but she was on a roll. “You could, but it wouldn’t be true. Our friendship is based on truth. Connor is the best sex I’ve ever had because all of me, body and soul, participates. You’ve only given your body until now.”
I don’t respond because it’s a truth I don’t want to face.
“That woman’s twat just might be platinum coated in real life.”
The teenager suppresses a giggle when she brings our ice cream. I am stuck on the undertone I’d detected in Amy’s voice. It’s not jealousy; it’s something else.
“I used to hate her because you did. It’s impossible to care deeply about someone and not hate the thing that hurts them. Then I started to resent her. I felt if she wasn’t in your head, we could’ve had something special. I realized that was wrong. We are where we’re meant to be. I needed to be available to meet Connor. You probably needed to be still single to get the girl – finally.”
Amy grabbed my hand and continued. “When we broke up, I missed you terribly. That’s why I was willing to be friends-with-benefits. A little into that, I realized it wasn’t the benefits I really missed. It was this-” she waved her hands in a circle- “The going out, the laughing and talking, the friendship. Now, I think we are who we were meant to be to each other.”
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