Chapter 6

Six

Cherry

I got my answer and in spades. Not only did I get the job, but I'm now dating my boss.

If you would have asked me the night I went home with a stranger what I would be doing two weeks later, my answer might have included getting lunch with my best friend or getting my nails done. Probably both. In no alternate universe would it have included getting a bikini wax so I could tease my new boss with the flash of my bare pussy when I climbed the ladder in his office.

But it was true.

I was still learning everything I needed to know about working for one Grayson Sloan. Not only were his case files helluva thorough and required extensive organization on my part, but he preferred doors locked and me spread out on his desk for lunch as a reward for all my hard work. I didn't complain.

Grayson's briefcase in hand, I pushed past reporters waiting on the verdict of a big trial taking place between two studio giants duking it out over movie rights.

I grinned at the clerk and flashed my credentials, allowing me access to a set of offices in the back portion of the courthouse where I knew Grayson liked to go over his notes before trial in silence. After a few morning meetings at the office, he rushed out, forgetting a few files on his desk.

"Hey, handsome, busy?"

I stepped into the office and found my dark-haired lover poring over his opening statement he spent the last several days writing. God, he was gorgeous. He left me left breathless every time we were in the same room together. It was a wonder I got anything done half the time.

One side of the office was covered with shelves of law books and the other featured a row of windows with the blinds pulled closed. Overhead were fluorescent lights bathing the room in white light.

"Forget these?" I waved the folders in my hand.

Sharp, piercing brown eyes anchored on mine. A slow grin spread across his lips and that one simple change made the hardened lawyer turn into the gentle lover I'd grown to know.

"Hey beautiful," he said in a deep, slow drawl. "Thank you. You're a Godsend. You don't know how much you saved my ass. Can't believe I forgot them. You must have put a bewitching spell on me since our time together this morning." He winked, making my cheeks burn.

"I had no idea a shower could be so dirty."

He smiled darkly at me. "This morning was nothing, babe. Wait until you see what I have planned for the coming weekend."

He looked positively regal in his pinstripe suit and black button-down paired with a muted gold tie. Like he could walk into any courtroom and win over any juror without breaking a sweat.

I grinned back and moved into his open arms. I loved those strong, powerful hands gliding over my curves. "Why wait?" I said back, tracing a finger down the smooth lapel of his suit jacket. "Maybe you could give me a teaser of what's to come?" I didn't know where I was getting all this playfulness from. It wasn't really like me at all, but he made me want to be more than the studious daughter who never broke the good china.

His eyes flashed and suddenly I was sitting on the edge of the large desk, papers shoved to the side. He pinned my legs wide, bunching my skirt high on my thighs.

"Grayson," I gasped in shock, looking back at the unlocked door. "We can't. I was talking maybe a kiss. A little teasing, but?—"

He soothed my shock with a soft kiss. "Shh, baby. You have to be quiet. You want a little sample of what I have planned for the weekend? Then that is what you'll get."

I tried to focus on his words but he was slowly stroking the hard ridge of his cock, and looking on felt so naughty. Any minute someone could walk in and what they would see… Oh God, I'd never be able to show my face in the courthouse again.

I licked my lips from all the panting. "Grayson, are you sure?"

My legs didn't wait for an answer. They went around him and strong hands gripped my ass, scooting me farther down until the hard ridge of his cock pressed against my wet panties.

Yeah, I wanted to be a little crazy, but this? It would be a lie if I said my heart was not thundering in my chest. Even through the fear of someone walking in I could feel hot juices spilling out to coat my folds.

This could end so badly.

Grayson cupped my nape and trailed a hot look over my hard nipples jutting out and pressing against the confines of my blouse. It felt wholly inappropriate to be like this with my boss, and I loved it.

Even after weeks of being exposed to his lingering looks over my curves, I still flushed red.

His eyes moved back to mine. "We're about to find out how quiet you can be."

I felt the throbbing pulse of his cock, and my pussy responded in a flood of hot girl cum.

"Please, Grayson."

"That's right, beg for my cock. You're hungry for him already, aren't you?"

I nodded. I knew we were playing a dangerous game here. But it excited me, too. Everything about being with Grayson made my blood soar through my veins.

Looking back, I wasn't sure I would be brave enough again to pick up a strange man in a nightclub and then give my body over to him. But I was glad I did with him.

I shivered at the sound of his zipper slipping down one notch at a time.

Because he loved the taste of my cherry red nipples, he popped the buttons to my blouse and pulled down the sides of my bra.

Grayson bit, sucked and nibbled my nipples until I was trembling. I leaned heavily into him as he drove me crazier than I imagined possible. My panties were soaked, and I needed more than just a tease.

Every sensation he gave me was brand new—so different from all our other times back at his office and his high-rise condo.

My pussy ached for him to slide between my folds and be stretched. Our first night I was afraid. Grayson was big. And I thought he would never fit inside me. He proved me wrong time and time again. Every chance we got. Like now.

He bit into my nipple, and I swallowed a scream behind his hand covering my mouth.

"Shh, baby."

He raised a hand and wrapped it over my lips, muffling my cries as he sucked me into a black hole of bliss.

"I'm going to remove my hand, Cherry. But, baby, you can't make a sound, do you understand?" His eyes were dark, his stare darker. I quivered with need and a slight fear of what this man was doing to my better judgment.

I nodded.

Slowly, he peeled his fingers off my lips and plunged them under my skirt. I bit my lip hard to keep from screaming at the ecstasy of his thick fingers sliding into my soaked channel.

He pushed aside my panties and sank his finger deep into my cunt. I split around him, feeling too full already. He pushed deeper until I felt his palm against my outer lips.

Pulsing around him, I met his hot gaze.

"Tell me you need this, Cherry. You want me to make you cum. You haven't cum like this before, have you? In public?"

"No," I said breathlessly.

"Another first I get to give you." I closed my eyes as his lips brushed against mine. He moved lower down my neck until my head fell back with moans falling from my lips.

He pulled his mouth away from my body. "You're so tight. Please tell me this is mine for life," I heard him say under his breath and I nearly lost mine.

Life? Something clicked inside my head. Grayson and me? An item? And not just an office fling that would eventually fizzle out but something serious.

Should I say something to his murmured words? Leave it? I didn't know, so I did the only thing I could. I wrapped my arm around him and held him to me.

"Hurry. Grayson. I need to feel you inside me."

His lips quirked at one corner but there was nothing playful about his expression. It was dark, thrilling heat that ruled my entire mind and body. My pussy flexed around his finger.

"That's it, sweet girl. Milk my finger. When you cum, you're going to whisper my name. I want to hear it on your lovely lips."

Oh God, yes.

He brushed his fingertip over my clit, causing a warm release to coat us both.

His cock grew bigger where it pressed into my thigh. He slid his finger in, then added another.

In out. I panted harder.

Once. Twice. I couldn't hold back. I came with a blinding light in my mind.

"Say my name, baby! I want to hear it."

He buried his hand in my hair and I did the same to him.

Eyes wide open and leveled on his, I did as he commanded. "Grayson," I whimpered and his mouth was there devouring my murmurs of ecstasy.

Waves struck me and towed me under the surface of unknown waters. But I clung to Grayson and when I surfaced, I found him kissing me with long, sweeping passes.

He pulled back, his finger still buried in my pulsating channel. The way he looked at me sent another shiver through me—of emotion so deep it felt rooted in my own soul. I'd never had a man look at me that way—as if he adored me.

When he slid his finger from my body, I choked on another cry.

"Shh, my sweet girl. You need more, don't you?" He tugged my skirt farther up. With anyone else I might be embarrassed of how my thighs touched and even rubbed together when I walked, but under Grayson's gaze I felt incredibly beautiful. Fragile, even.

He stood back to look at me. "I want you totally naked for me, but this is going to do for now. I like how you're disheveled. Totally lost in your passion to have me." His stare dipped to mine. I felt my panties still pushed to the side and knew my thick pussy lips were exposed to him. Cooler air rushed over my heated flesh, and my nipples tightened further.

"Show me your sweet pussy. That's it. Just like that."

I pulled a leg up and rested my heel on the ledge of the large desk. Spreading wide, I slipped a hand down my thighs and over my folds.

"Show me," he insisted in a husked voice.

Pulling the folds wide, I felt a hard blush creep up my cheeks. His eyelids fluttered in approval.

He stepped in, cock in hand, and dragged the head against my clit. I ached for him to be in me. I swore the pleasure shooting through me was almost too much.

"Can you take me again, Cherry? After this morning?" He stroked his cock from root to tip, cum dripping from the opening of his shaft. The hairs on his knuckles stood out to me, making him seem more viral and in charge.

"You better not even try to walk away after all the teasing," I challenged him.

The warm chuckle he gave in response sent a flood of juices to coat his fat cock head.

He ran his tongue over his firm lower lip. "Good, baby. Now, take your beautiful ass and bend it over the desk."

Shaking now, I got to my feet. I turned and braced both hands on the surface. If this was how my days would be spent working, I could get used to it. But I was afraid too.

He ran his fingers through my wet folds. "I don't want to hurt you, sweet girl," he crooned in my ear. "I just want to own this sweet fucking tight pussy in every way possible. I want to be the only man that can ever make you cream your panties any time. Any place."

I whimpered.

He slipped his cock into my pussy. The head stretched me to the point of burning, but it was a good sensation. I pushed back against him.

He sank deeper with a rough noise of pleasure. "So. Fucking. Tight. This pussy's mine, Cherry. All mine. I'll have it no other way. You're mine. Do you understand me?" His words were solemn, his tone left no room for misunderstanding.

"Yes," I panted, my thoughts clinging to his emotions.

He gripped my hips and plunged deep in one solid shove.

"Oh, fuck, Grayson."

"Mine!" He gripped me tighter. I felt my body stretch to an impossible size but didn't have time to pull him to me and kiss the hell outta him like I wanted because he started to move.

Fucking me with long, deep strokes. Powerful thighs cradled mine and my breasts jiggled. He cupped them and dragged me into him with every mind-spinning thrust.

"I'm going to...cum," I breathed. He lost his rhythm, and the small slip gave me a heady feeling of power.

His growl rippled over my nape. "My sweet girl needs to cum on my cock, don't you?"

"Y-yes." My body squeezed him tight.

"This pussy is mine. I'm going to feed my seed into you again and this time you're not to wash it off until we shower tonight."

I didn't want to wash it off in the first place, but I loved the possessiveness coming from him anyway.

"Oh, God, yes."

He pounded me wildly. The papers and files on the desk were shaking, but neither of us cared. "So tight. All mine."

I fell off the cliff of ecstasy. My pussy contracted around his length as the first hot splashes of his cum filled me to bursting.

Slowly he pulled me into him and turned me around. He pressed his forehead into mine and we stood there in our disheveled clothes and my kiss-swollen lips just breathing each other in.

"Grayson," I started, pulling back to gaze into his eyes. He was several inches taller than me so I had to tilt my head back even in heels. Which lined me up perfectly for the kiss he placed on the edges of my lips.

"I meant every word I said, precious."

I swore every day he came up with a new pet name for me.

"Good. Because my family is having a gathering for the 4th of July. Something my father does every year. I want you to come."

He chuckled in the humorless kind of way that said, yeah right.

He started to fix my skirt and smooth down the side of my blouse when a knock came at the door a millisecond before it swung open.

"Sloan, you in here?"

We both pivoted toward the intruder.

"What the hell?" Cold chills erupted over my skin.

My father blinked in confusion then slow realization hardened his cold steel eyes into ice daggers. They stabbed into me standing in Grayson's arms, and I felt like hell just froze over.

"What the hell is going on here?" he bellowed, red-faced.

His gaze darted between us, taking in my mussed hair and Grayson's untucked shirt and loosened tie.

Thank God I at least looked decent and didn't have my skirt around my waist anymore. Small miracles and good timing went a long way. I groaned and nearly faceplanted into Grayson's chest.

Instead, I leveled my chin high. "Dad."

"You!" A finger pointed in my direction. "You can wait outside while I have a word with this man." He had a murderous look on his face and I knew going against his command would bring the wrath of all the gods onto my head.

Steel slipped into my backbone. From the day I learned to walk and understand words this man always made me fear his wrath. He never struck me, but words were always just as powerful.

"No," I lashed out. "I won't be going anywhere."

"You lied to me, girl."

"When?" Till this day I had never challenged my father's word.

"You've betrayed this family with this ...this man."

I stepped from Grayson's arms and edged around the desk to my father's side. I slipped my hand into his. "I never lied, and the problems you two have are your own. Not mine. Just because you and he have issues doesn't mean I have to let them control who I associate myself with or work for."

"Disgraceful is what this is," he hissed, but I noticed he didn't jerk his hand from mine.

"Dad," I pleaded and waited for him to look at me. When he finally did, I had one more word for him. "Please."

"What will your mother say?"

I shrugged. "That I'm a grown woman and what I'm doing is for me."

"This doesn't change the fact I don't want him anywhere near you." His eyes darted to Grayson, who had fixed his tie and was now slipping on his suit jacket.

"But what about what I want?"

He didn't answer me. I looked on as my father turned and stormed off, anger in his eyes and hurt buckling his shoulders.

Well shit. Now what?

"I have to go, Grayson. I'm sorry."

I didn't dare turn around to feel the heated look pinned to my retreating back.