16: AMBROSE

“You can sit here with your arms crossed, not speaking to me, and be angry as fuck. You’ve earned that right. I’m asking you to stop being a dick and answer your sister’s calls.”

“Fuck you.”

“Very original for the COO of a company.”

“Of all the women, why her?”

“Why not her? Just like other women have someone to protect, love, and care for them, doesn’t she deserve that too?”

“She’s got that in her father and me.”

“Grow up, Bray. She’s not twenty anymore.”

“Apparently, that didn’t mean shit to you either since you obviously were fucking with her then.”

Pulling my hand down my face, I cross my ankle over my knee and roll up my shirtsleeves.

“What? You wanna fight?”

Rolling my eyes, I shake my head. “Bray, grown-ass men.” I grab my snifter of brandy and toss it back. “I was wrong to fuck with her back then, knowing how you felt about it. Honestly, I tried ignoring my feelings for her.”

“When did it happen?”

This is the conversation that I don’t want to have. “Holiday season of our junior year.”

“You bastard,” he sneers, leaning forward and resting his elbows on his knees.

“Nothing happened at your parents’ home. Just kisses.”

“I don’t want to hear that. The fucking point is that something happened!” he snarls.

I could see how he’d be upset that his best friend was the one who took his baby sister’s virginity, but my intentions were good.

“I love Bryn. Then and now. I wanted to marry her and planned to propose at her college graduation.”

He glances over his shoulder at me, eyeing me up and down and then turning his gaze back to the fireplace.

“The shit that happened with Lyndsey derailed my fucking life.”

I eye my empty snifter, grab the bottle of Tesseron Lot No. 29 XO Exception cognac, and pour myself two fingers.

I down them before speaking.

“Your sister is the only woman that I ever loved, Brayden.”

“Why’d you marry Lyndsey?”

“Doing the right thing by my daughter and her mother.”

“Breaking my sister’s heart in the process,” he grunts, sitting up and pouring himself a drink.

“Yeah. I fucked up. Should’ve told her what happened, but I didn’t think she’d believe me. When I married Lyndsey, Bryn had already shut me out.”

“And now?”

“Now I want to make things right with Bryn. I want to spend the rest of my life putting her back together and healing her brokenness.”

“You think you’re the one to do that? Think you deserve the chance?” he asks angrily.

“No.”

We both empty our glasses, and I slam mine on the table as I turn to face him. “But I’m gonna be the only goddamned one that does.”

A knock sounds at my door.

“Come in,” I snarl.

I inhale her fragrant scent when the door opens, but I don’t turn to look at her. Every day, I find some infraction to call her on the carpet just to punish her in my office or hers.

“Bryn,” Brayden says, standing.

“Hi. I didn’t know you were here...”

I stare at my old friend as he shoves his hands deep into his pockets.

“I had a talk with Shayla, so I accepted Ro’s invitation to come and talk. Shayla said she would move if I didn’t stop this foolishness.”

“It took three weeks for her to get through to you?” Brynlee asks.

“He always was a hard-headed bastard,” I retort, leaning back in my seat and closing my eyes.

“I’m sorry to both of you. It was a shock. I felt betrayed like a motherfucker, but if this is what you want, then who am I to stand in your way? Don’t fuck over my sister again,” he warns, pointing at me.

I nod, and he walks out of my sight. I hear him hugging her behind me and them exchanging a sweet kiss.

Her muffled voice says, “Don’t ever block me out like that again.”

“I won’t, baby girl.”

They mumble their apologies, and I love you’s, before Brayden says, “I’m out. Bryn, we’ll have dinner this weekend.”

“Sounds good.”

I remove my necktie, rest my elbows on the arm of my chair, drop my foot from my knee to the floor, and spread my legs as I listen to the door close and the clicking of the lock.

“Why won’t you look at me?” she asks as she slowly walks to me, her heels muffled by the carpet. She stands before me with her hands crossed behind her back, watching and waiting.

“Turn around.”

She does as I say. I loop the necktie around her wrists and tie a knot, securing her wrists.

“On your knees.”

She kneels, and her amber eyes twinkle with delight as I unbuckle my belt and free my dick. She only gets a few licks and sucks in before I pull her to her feet.

I hold my dick in place as she climbs on the chair and straddles me, slowly dropping down. I smirk when I realize she’s been obedient and didn’t wear panties.

“Ahh, fuck! I’ve been waiting all day for this sweet pussy. That’s it, baby, ride this dick,” I grunt as she works her hips and covers my dick with her pussy lips.

As she works me over, I reach behind her, remove the necktie from her wrists, and toss it to the floor.

I slide the turtleneck, form-fitting, maxi sweater dress up her hips. Bryn slows up enough to remove her arms from the sleeves and pull the dress over her head. My hands reach behind her, unclasping her bra. When those beautiful chocolate orbs become free, I take one fudge-dipped nipple into my mouth and suck until she cries out.

I don’t worry because everyone, even the cleaning staff, is gone for the day. My hands roam down, gripping her hips. I lean back in my seat as she rises and falls on me, coating my dick with her sticky, sweet nectar.

She climbs off and turns around, seating herself on me again. My hands hold her in place while I drive up inside of her. My fingers free her thick hair from its bun, watching it fall around her shoulders.

Grabbing a handful, I pull her head back, forcing her to go still until her head is back far enough to kiss her. When I release her, she picks up speed, her ass slapping against my thighs and breasts bouncing happily.

I smack her ass and purr in her ear, “With this kind of performance and work satisfaction, you deserve a raise.”

“Oh shit,” she moans, bending forward and pressing her palms to the floor. I stand, shoving my pants down around my ankles and tearing into her until she releases on me, screams my name, begs, “Punish me!” and until my seed shoots inside of her.

When I pull out, I step out of my pants, picking them up from the floor as she gathers her clothing. Before she can step into the private bathroom of my office, I call out to her.

She spins around and gasps when she sees me kneeling.

The diamond solitaire was picked out with assistance from my thirteen-year-old. Cee-Cee’s been around Brynlee twice after their initial meeting, thanks to Lyndsey unexpectedly dropping her off again. They get along well and adore each other.

“Our worlds turned upside down thirteen years ago. It didn’t tilt on its axis again until you entered my office in August. I know it hasn’t been that long, Bryn, but it feels like a lifetime. A lifetime of me loving you. Would you give me another lifetime by accepting my hand in marriage?”

She kneels, cups my face in her hands, and kisses me.

“It took you long enough to figure out where you belong. So glad that you’ve finally quit punishing me. Yes, I’ll marry you,” she whispers, kissing me again before accepting my ring.

She pulls back and asks, “How does Cee-Cee feel?”

“She helped pick the ring,” I say, pulling her onto the carpet with me.

“Your ex?”

“Don’t give a shit about her. I just need to work on getting more time with my daughter and protecting her from her mother’s bad exposure.”

“We’ll figure something out.”

“We will,” I say, pushing her onto her back as I bury myself in her pussy, my dick stirring to life again and looking to create a permanent future together.

“Aren’t you tired?”

“No, baby. I’m just getting started.”