Chapter 9

CHAPTER

NINE

EDMUND

Sitting at my desk, I enjoy my morning coffee while reviewing the expansion plans for the development. Survey reports of additional land I am looking to purchase are spread across my desk, and I’m making notes and developmental placement about them. I’m mid-note on Lot 47 when Aubrey lets herself into the model home that houses my office.

I swear to Christ, she dresses like this on purpose.

A white blouse and pencil skirt shouldn’t cause my cock to be this hard.

My eyes roam over her body, uncertain where to garner their attention, before settling on the black fuck-me heels she chose to wear today. Making my way up her legs, I find the sleek, black pencil skirt skimming just below her knees. But as I continue to scan up her body, the fabric is stretched tightly, trying to accommodate her Marilyn-esque hips and thighs. It’s so tight that I can see the outline of the garter straps holding up her hose. The white blouse tucked into her skirt is sheer enough that there is no denying the lacy, black bra she’s adorning beneath it.

“Fucking hell,” I mutter under my breath, adjusting my cock as she flashes me a smile from the doorway.

“Good morning, Mr. Parker.” Her voice is bubbly and chipper as she drops her things at her desk and makes her way to mine. Bending over the desk, putting the ample swell of her cleavage on clear display, she asks, “Are these for the expansion?”

She’s hot.

Not bright.

I hear her words, but the majority of my focus is currently down the gaping neckline of her shirt. Diverting my eyes from her pert tits, I meet her eyes and blurt out, “What?”

“The expansion,” she repeats herself as she makes her way to her desk across from mine. “Are you trying to figure out where you plan to put everything?”

I know exactly where I want to put something.

“They will be,” I let out a light, annoyed sigh, “once I manage to take care of a little issue holding things up.”

Trying to distract myself, I figure it’s finally late enough to text Grant. He had left the party by the time I finished with Harper and the blondes, and it’s not like him to leave early like that. Plus, Liz vaguely mentioned that he stormed off, almost leaving his cute little blonde plaything behind.

Where the fuck did you run off to last night?

I’m reaching out to that feisty little redhead from last night. She took my flogger like a fucking champ. Even took my cock in her ass and being suffocated from her face being buried in some little blonde bitch’s ass.

You would like her.

GRANT

You’ll tire of her.

Eventually, we all do.

And?

When I do, I’ll get rid of her and replace her with someone else.

What’s going on with you?

Liz made it sound like shit got weird but didn’t elaborate?

You at the model today?

What the fuck?

Just answer the question.

Of all of us, Grant definitely keeps his cards closest to his chest. The only way you’ll ever know what’s going on with him or what he’s thinking is if he tells you.

Yeah, The Preserves. Trying to fuck this new agent I’ve got working for me.

Thank fucking God you aren’t Samuel.

I prefer my women screaming voluntarily.

Maybe a little involuntarily, but not in the same ways as Samuel.

I just went for a run. I’ll meet you over there in about an hour.

Maybe two.

Closing our conversation, I’m about to place the phone on my desk when I decide to reach out to the redhead. Liz reluctantly gave me her number last night, knowing that I would just get Grant to find it for me if she didn’t pass it on. I grab the paper from my desk and key it into my phone to send her a good morning text.

Good morning.

How’s my dirty little pain slut feeling this morning?

I’m about to put my phone down when a reply pops up.

HARPER

Who is this?

Now that hurts my feelings, Harper.

And here I thought I was the first man to send you home with my handprints all over your ass.

Oh, you were definitely the first, Edmund.

Her first.

I like that…

I had fun with you last night, little rose.

I’d like to do it again.

I’m interested to see just how far I can push you.

I can hardly sit this morning.

But was it worth it?

Three little dots appear and disappear repeatedly as she attempts to type her response. Trying to nudge her, I send another.

Did the sting on your ass make the pleasure in your cunt that much sweeter?

You liked it, did you?

Yes…

If you want to be a pain slut for me again, you have my number, little rose.

Taking a quick picture, I send it to her before placing my phone back on my desk.

In the meantime…