Chapter Six

Wilson

If looks could kill, I would be bleeding out on the floor.

Sandy has been glaring at me from the moment we got into the car. Well, that's not right. I sensed her annoyance with me even before we left the firm, and I have a feeling it's the result of something I said earlier when she walked to my office this morning.

Whatever it is I said must've upset her because she hasn't flashed me one of her bright smiles once today, and a part of me is unwilling to part before I get to the bottom of this, but we both have work to do.

I'm distracted as we get back to the office and go our separate ways, the conversation I'd had with Vlad earlier replaying in my mind. I have been representing the Russian mobster for more than six years now, and when I first met him in person, I wasn't sure I wanted to be thrown into his dirty world.

But then I got to know the real man behind the reputation. He is as dangerous as the rumors suggest, and I still don't want Sandy anywhere near him, but he is not half as bad as people think he is. The man doesn't deal with anything that would hurt innocent people, and his income sources are mostly legal. Well, at least half of his assets have been acquired through legal means.

Over time, a very unlikely friendship developed me and Valor Spring's resident crime boss, and I agreed to handle his legal affairs. They've been minor things, and I've made it clear I won't participate in anything illegal. Mostly, I step in when Vlad is facing criminal charges on the rare occasion the police attempt to pin anything on him, and when something comes up with his beloved baby sister, who attends a boarding school. She's a good kid, rarely causing trouble, but Vlad goes out of his way to keep her protected and sheltered.

Several hours later, I'm ready to call it a day. I gather my things and step out of my office, pleased to see Sandy still at her desk. Now that I don't have work distracting me, I can devote my attention to her and the change in her attitude I noticed on the way back from lunch.

"I'll drive you home," I tell her. I've noticed she takes an Uber to work more often than she drives. I make a note to ask her if there is something wrong with her car, and if so, to have Ray take a look at it.

"Don't worry about it. I'll find my way home," Sandy says petulantly, and her words have my narrowing my eyes at her unusually sour attitude.

"I will take you home," I say again, this time with more authority in my tone.

"Have you considered that maybe I don't want my boss to know where I live?"

"All I need to do is make one phone call to Martha, and I will have your home address, Sandy. This is a small town."

"Fine," she grumbles, giving me her address as she gathers her things. She doesn't live too far from the office. She follows me quietly to my car, and her silence unnerves me, like an itch under my skin.

The second I pull up outside her building, she's reaching for her door, but I grab her arm before she can leave.

"We need to talk."

"Can we talk at the office tomorrow, Sir ?"

I squeeze her arm gently, ignoring the way she said sir like it's an insult. "I want to talk now."

"What, are you suddenly not wary of dealing with yet another lawsuit?" she snarks. "I am not going to let you compare me to your last girl."

Last girl? Lawsuit?

My brows draw in confusion at her words, trying to make sense of what she means by when it dawns on me. The conversation we had this morning when I told her to keep our relationship a secret. I finally recall making a statement about not needing another lawsuit to deal with. Oh, she assumed I meant that I had been sued by another employee.

My mouth tugs into a grin as the reason for her attitude slowly dawns on me.

She is jealous. And hurt, which wasn't my intention at all. I hadn't meant to put a stop to things or compare her to some nonexistent ex, only that we need to be careful about our relationship.

I withdraw my hand from her arm and trace it up to her shoulder, pushing a stray hair behind her ear, watching in amusement as her eyes flash with heat. She stubbornly tries to fight it, but she needs to realize, like I have, that there is no fighting this.

No fighting us .

What happened last night will happen again. And again until I can find a way to make her completely mine without causing a dustup in the office. I have never felt this way about anyone in my life before, and I am not about to throw away that feeling for anything in the world.

After thinking about nothing else last night, I'd come to the realization that I don't care what office policy says. My family owns the firm, for Christ's sake. My mother has been harping on me for years to settle down, my father wouldn't dare threaten to fire Sandy and risk upsetting me, and my extension, my mother. My father is a formidable man, but it's my mother who strikes fear in the hearts of men.

Sandy Beck is mine. I just have to convince her of the fact.

"A sexual relationship between two staff members in our firm is forbidden because of the legal nightmare it can become," I tell her, trying to explain carefully, so she doesn't misunderstand me again. "You are my legal assistant; you know this."

"Breach of contract, yes, I know."

"I'm not talking about that, Sandy," I trace the back of my hand over her soft cheeks. "A few years ago, one of our junior lawyers got involved with an intern, and when they were discovered, she claimed she was pressured into having sex with him."

"I would never—"

"The man admitted to being in a relationship with her but couldn't prove that he hadn't pressured her into one. He was older and her superior. There was a clear power imbalance. He should never have touched her," I say, not completely missing the irony of it all. "The office took sides, and the environment became hostile. It resulted in a sexual harassment suit."

She bites into her lip, watching me from under her lashes. "So, the case wasn't about you?"

"I have never entertained any sexual thoughts for any of the people who work at the firm," I say. "Until you."

Her cheeks flush, and she looks away, but I notice the coy smile that traces her lips. "So, what happened with the lawsuit?"

"They both agreed to resign and settle outside of court."

She nods at my words. "I get why you wanted to keep it a secret. I mean, I wasn't planning on telling anyone, but I get it now."

"Is that why you have been giving me the cold shoulder all day?"

She blushes, looking away. "Y-you can't fault me for thinking you do this with all your assistants after what you said this morning."

"They are not you."

None of them were bold enough to face me when I was having a terrible day. None of them cared whether or not I had my dinner because it wasn't a part of their job.

None of them lit up the room with a smile as bright as hers.

It is not completely surprising that it's Sandy I would fall for. The light to the dark that is my life.

Sandy turns to look at her building and nods toward it. "D-do you still want to come inside and talk?"

"Yes, I think we should talk."

***

We don't talk.

The second she lets us into her apartment, my lips are on hers before she has any idea what's coming.

She whimpers, dropping her bag to fist my shirt as I lick into her mouth, drowning in her taste, and getting intoxicated from her lips. I drag my tongue hungrily over hers, and fuck, I can't get enough. When it comes to this girl, I never seem to get enough. She responds just as needily, yanking at my shirt and tearing at the buttons, but I don't stop her.

I can't because I am doing the same thing.

There is something feral in the way we tear at each other's clothes. We're animals, seeking to feel the press of skin against each other, and a part of me never expected my shy little assistant to match my need.

With a growl, I tear down her flimsy blouse, sending little buttons flying all over the place to reveal a black satin bra. I palm her tits, fondling them with my greedy palms and swallowing her whimpered cries as I caress her.

"Sir," she whimpers when I pinch her nipples through the bra, and fuck, hearing her call me that has my cock throbbing in my pants.

I break the kiss to trail my lips down her neck, grazing my teeth on her skin and licking a path down her throat. I tug down her bra to reveal her rosy nipples, and the need to feel those beads pebble in my mouth has me closing my lips and sucking gently at one bud as I roll the other between my thumb and index finger.

She dips her fingers into my hair and pulls me closer to her even as her body jerks against me. I roll my tongue around her perfect little tits, leaving one wet before moving to the other and giving it the same attention.

"You are so fucking gorgeous." I kiss the spot between her tits, my eyes on her flushed face. I trail my lips down her stomach while unzipping her skirt before yanking it down her thighs. My eyes are locked on her panties as I go down on my knees in front of her. "I've been thinking about this pussy since you left my office last night, Sandy."

I lean in and press my face to the wet spot on her panties, inhaling her sweet scent, getting intoxicated by it. A shudder rocks her when I lean in and press my lips over her pussy, tasting her arousal on the surface of her panties.

"Did you like it?" I grind out, grabbing the waistband of her panties and yanking them down her thighs. "Did you like riding your boss's finger during lunch?"

"Yes, Sir," she whimpers.

"You were such a good girl. You didn't even make a sound." I nudge open her thighs for a better view of her glistening sex, wet with arousal. With my eyes locked on her, I grab her left knee and bring it to my shoulder, the move parting her feminine lips to reveal her sweet center. "I should reward you for being such a good girl."

That is all the warning she gets before I bury my face between her legs, dragging my tongue over her sweet folds, and all I can think is… fucking finally .

I have been thinking about this pussy all fucking day. Her sweet flavor on my tongue, the softness pressed against my lips as she falls apart in my arms. It's a fucking miracle I was able to keep my focus during lunch with my brother and his girlfriend when all I wanted to do was lay her on the fucking table and lap at her pussy before rutting her like a beast.

Mine!

With a rough growl, I worship her sex with long, deep licks and slow strokes on her clit that cause her legs to tremble. I stroke the swelling nub with my tongue until she's sobbing, driving her hips forward, and riding my tongue.

"Oh… Sir!" she sobs, tugging hard at my hair as she rolls her hips, her sex growing slicker with arousal. I can tell she is close to an orgasm when her sex starts pulsing hotly around my tongue. I bring my middle finger to her entrance and push it gently into her as I stroke her swollen clit with my tongue. I add another finger, thrusting shallowly into her, and I must brush the right spot inside of her because she jerks against me with a scream, flooding my tongue with more of her arousal as her body trembles from the intensity of it all. Her pussy quivers hotly under my tongue as she comes apart beautifully.

My cock is leaking precum behind my fly when I finally get to my feet, begging to be inside of her.

"Show me to your bed," I say hoarsely, but I didn't need to, her hand is already on my arm, guiding me through her small apartment to her bed. I make a note to move her to my home as soon as possible so she doesn't have to live here any longer, but for now, I just need to be inside of her.

She climbs onto the bed and watches me as I start undressing. She looks so gorgeous lying on the bed with her dark hair spread on the comforter, brown eyes tracking my movements as I strip, and I can't wait to touch her again. I tear away my clothes in record time, and soon I am above her on the bed, my knee pressed between her thighs as my mouth seeks hers hungrily.

"I am going all the way this time, sweet girl," I breathe against her lips.

"I know," she whispers. "I want that."

"It's going to hurt a little. Let me know—"

"Stop talking and do it," she pants, wrapping her arm around my neck. My eyes narrow at her tone, and she quickly adds, "Please, Sir."

I hum approvingly. "That's right. You know who is in charge here, don't you? I'm responsible for your pleasure, and you'll get whatever I give you. Now be a good girl and put your hands on my shoulders."

She quickly does as she's told, and I wrap my hand around my cock and bring it to her pussy, rubbing it over her sex to gather her arousal on the head of my shaft. I tuck the crown against her entrance and inch myself slowly into her tight heat. She gasps at the hard press of my cock and digs her nails into my shoulders when I push against her innocence.

I drop my lips down on hers, kissing her until her breathing is labored before driving forward and tearing through her barrier with a rough growl. She cries out against my lips and hugs my shoulders tightly as her body adjusts to the intrusion.

I bury my face in her neck, desperate to think of anything but her snug sex pulsing hotly around my cock and pushing me closer and closer to the edge. I can't come. Not yet at least, but fuck, does she make it hard for me to hold on to my control.

"Sandy," I manage through clenched teeth. "Are you okay, baby?"

"I'm fine," she breathes, sounding choked up, and I push back to look at her expression. I expect to read pain on her face, but despite the tears crowding her eyes, she doesn't seem upset. "It hurts, a little," she explains. "But it feels good too. I like how you feel inside of me."

Fucking hell!

How can she casually throw something like that at me when I am trying my best to grasp my control?

"Baby—"

She rolls her hips gently under mine, and something dark and possessive takes over. The urge to claim this girl, fuck her raw, and get her pregnant. The thought of my sexy little assistant swollen with my child makes a deep, obsessive feeling overwhelm me.

I want that.

With her, I crave it.

"You're mine," I grind out roughly, scooping her thigh and bringing it to my hip even as I drop my forearm above her head. Her lips part on a gasp when I start pumping into her in slow moves, giving her time to adjust to my thickness. "You are a drug, Sandy. I can't get enough of this wet pussy. I'm always thinking about where and how I can take you. By the printer in my office or your workstation where anyone could walk by and see you."

"There are cameras outside… Oh!"

"We would give them a show, let them see what a good girl you are. My assistant bent over her desk as I ram my cock into her from behind. Your panties would be hanging at your feet as I rut into you. You would like that, wouldn't you? You want everyone in the office to see me claim you? So they know you're mine? Is that what you want?"

"Yes!" she shouts, the sound morphing into a cry when I slam into her. I jerk her thigh higher around my waist and start pounding hard into her wet pussy, the slapping sound of our connecting flesh filling the room. Her back arches and her eyes flutter closed as I ram into her over and over. I drink in her flushed tits and blissed out expression, falling deeper in love with the girl each second.

As I look at her blissed out face, a sudden realization hits me. This girl is who I want to spend the rest of my life with.

I want those brown eyes on mine as I fuck her in every corner of my house. And I want to see that bright smile every day for the rest of my life.

"Mine!" I growl, angling my hips so the base of my cock brushes her clit with every thrust before slamming back into fast strokes until she's sobbing for release. I watch as she slowly draws close to another orgasm, holding my own back as I hammer into her until she's screaming, her pussy clenching hard around my cock. She thrashes on the bed, her sex pulsing wildly and squeezing my cock until I can't hold back anymore. The need to come is intense, and my balls threaten to explode with every thrust.

"Fuck!" I growl, pulling out of her before flipping her around so she's on her knees. She barely manages to hold herself up before I am slamming back into her tight channel, her pleasured sobs music to my ears. I comb my fingers into her hair as I ram my cock roughly into her, slapping my hips against her tight, supple ass.

Her fingers fist the sheets, and I feel her pussy clench tight around my cock in another orgasm that triggers my own. I come with a roar, punching my hips forward as I spill my come into her womb, coating her from the inside with my seed.

"Oh… Oh God," she sobs, shaking under me as her tight pussy milks me of every drop. I press my dick into her until I am spent before dropping with a sigh against her back. We lay in a mess of tangled limbs and labored breathing. Neither of us makes a move to get up, and all I can think is…

It's never felt this way with anyone before .

I never imagined sex could feel like this. Almost as if we weren't just twining our bodies together, but our hearts and souls as well.

I love her, I realize. Love is such a foreign concept to a hardened man such as myself, but I recognize the emotion for what it is.

"That was… a good talk," Sandy says, and I break into laughter, the sound startling the girl who I realize has probably never heard me laugh out loud—very few have—but of course, she would be the one to bring out this side of me.

Oh, I'm sure I love her.

I lean down and brush my lips over her shoulder. "Are you going to ask for pizza again?"

She perks up. "How did you guess?"

Loving this girl is going to be an adventure. One I am ready to start.