Chapter 5

Jason

I haven't been able to get Audrey out of my mind for the past couple of days.

This enticing creature originally walked into my office with a frown, and now her ragged moans in the heat of passion echo in the back of my head. It was a whirlwind. Neither of us expected it, but we played along. We played hard all through the night. We would've continued had I not had my daughter to come home to.

We haven't put a label on whatever this is between us. I didn't want to bring it up, and neither did Audrey. I can't believe it was her first time. I'm still reeling from that. How did she stay a virgin for this long? She's twenty-three.

A woman like her should've met her match by now. Any man in his right mind wouldn't think twice before conquering and claiming her. And considering how quickly the flame burst between us, how did I get to be the lucky one to introduce her to lovemaking?

I can't remember the last time a woman had me hung up like this, constantly thinking about her. My skin remembers hers like warm silk. My fingers itch, desperate to explore her again. I'm practically walking around with a constant hard-on.

I don't know what to do with these emotions except keep them hidden under a tightly closed lid until I figure it out.

"Mr. Winchester, your four o'clock was rescheduled to tomorrow," Shay says. She's one of the better secretaries I've had the pleasure of working with over the past few years. People are fooled by her posh and pristine exterior because once she's pissed off, the streets come out, and may the Lord have mercy on any poor fool who thinks of crossing her. "Figured you'd want to know in case you wish to leave early."

I didn't even hear her come through the door. The memories of my night with Audrey keep flooding my brain. I'm not even sure what I'm working on at this point, nor do I want anyone to notice my distraction, so I give Shay a faint smile.

"Thanks. In that case, you should leave at four as well," I say.

"Greatly appreciated, sir."

The door closes behind her, and I'm on my own again. I groan with frustration as I slide back into thoughts of Audrey, slowly shaking my head. The apartment was freezing cold. I can't let Audrey live like that for much longer. She's proud, though, and wouldn't accept my help. A strong, independent woman, that one. But my honor demands that I do something about it.

From what I gather, the issue is stuck somewhere between the supplier and the building maintenance. I've got people looking into it, scanning and checking The Emerald's financial accounts, but there are other problems within the complex besides that.

Old wiring. Shoddy pipework. It's an old set of buildings that should've been gutted and renovated when they turned it into The Emerald. Except they didn't do any of that. They just cleared out the dirt and the grime that plastered the holes and slapped on a couple of coats of paint or a tasteful wallpaper to hide the problems. That was it. Well, that and installing some sleek-looking appliances and updated countertops that made the apartments seem expensive enough to justify the asking price.

Audrey had no idea what she was moving into, much like the other equally affected residents. It makes me angry because I take pride in my work. None of my properties are like The Emerald. I don't do shoddy. I fucking hate shoddy work because a house or an apartment is more than just a unit for sale or for rent. It's a home.

A knock on the door has me sitting up straight.

"Come in," I say.

My heart stops for a moment as Audrey walks in. A smile blooms on my face, mirroring hers as she carefully closes the door behind her. "Hope you don't mind," she says, keeping her voice low. "Your secretary wasn't at her desk."

"Not at all," I chuckle softly, surprised to see her. "What brings you here?"

She frowns then, and the mood suddenly goes south.

"I have an issue, Jason."

"What's going on?"

"The internet is acting up now. I mean, it's bad enough there's still next to no hot water or heat in the apartment, but now the internet is down, too."

"Are you serious?" I ask, trying to find a quick solution in my head.

She can't keep the smirk off her face, and I know then that she is lying.

"You said I could come to you if I had a problem," Audrey shoots back, careful to lock the office door before she slowly and deliberately makes her way over to my desk. "A busted internet connection seemed like a problem."

"Fair enough."

"I thought it was worth a shot."

"What are you really here for then?" I ask as she comes closer.

Audrey rolls her eyes, holding back a chuckle. "Well, you said we need to go over that list of things …"

"List of things?"

"Things I want you to do to me." Her gaze darkens as it locks onto mine, and heat spreads through my chest. She takes off her coat and tosses it over the guest sofa, then gracefully sits on the edge of my desk, mere inches away from me. So close, in fact, that her floral perfume fills my nostrils, and I breathe in the promise of spring. "Now's as good a time as any."

"Miss Smith, you are positively shameless," I say, but I'm already taking my hands off the wheel and flowing with the lava river that ignites on the inside. "This is my office. My sanctuary. My workplace."

"And this here looks like a sturdy desk," she shoots back with a wink.

I lean forward, and I can see her nipples hardening, struggling against the fabric of her bra and her dress. My money's on lace. Nothing padded. I lick my lips and look deep into her eyes; her hitched breath making every muscle in my body tighten. "I had no idea you had this side to you when I first responded to your accidental text," I say.

"I had no idea, either, but you bring it out of me," Audrey replies.

"I believe bending you over this desk was on that list."

My cock jumps when she responds with a quiet nod, her gaze never leaving mine as I get up from my seat and move closer. My heart beats a million miles per minute, and her instant response only serves as fuel for the flames.

"We can't let anyone hear us," I warn her.

"Then you should probably kiss me."

I grab her by the back of the neck and crush my lips to hers. It's a desperate kind of kiss, mindless, reckless. Her lips are soft, her tongue eager to play. I taste her sweetness as I wrap my left arm around her waist, pulling her in close so I can feel every curve of her body glued to mine.

I move my other hand over her thighs. They are warm and creamy, and I squeeze and pinch, loving the whimpers slipping from the back of her throat when I reach her pussy. "Fucking hell, Audrey," I growl against her lips. "You're not wearing panties."

"No, sir, I am not," she giggles.

She is already so fucking wet. My fingers slide through her wet warmth, probing and exploring as I marvel at how reactive she is. I kiss her again, then quickly pull back, determined to have my way. Judging by the eager look on her face, she is game for whatever is coming, biting her lower lip as she watches me remove my leather belt.

"Bite on this," I tell her. "No one can hear you."

"Yes, sir," she says.

Her obedience makes me grow even harder and become even more enthralled. She bites on the belt, and I take a moment to just look at her. Blonde hair cascaded down her back, glossy lips pressed over the dark brown leather, pearly teeth. I'm about to let my inner beast out because she's so gleefully asking for it, not to mention so fucking sexy.

"Look at me," I say, standing in front of her. Our eyes meet again, lust burning in a pair of blue pools. "Hands behind your back. Don't move."

She nods and does as she's told while I get on my knees and spread her legs before glancing up for a hot second. It's a splendid view from down here, with her dress rolled up over her hips, desire glistening in her eyes, and sheer arousal trickling down the inside of her thigh. I take charge and slide three fingers inside her.

"Hmph!" Audrey holds back, biting down on the belt as I go hard and fast.

I close my lips around her clit and suckle it. I press my tongue against the swelling nub while finger-fucking her into a rapidly onsetting orgasm. Audrey's legs shake, but I don't stop. I probe and thrust, curling my fingers with each retreat while teasing her clit. I can feel her pussy clenching, her core bracing for release. I'm dying to fuck her senseless, but I need her to come first. I need to feel her explode.

"Come for me, Audrey."

With her hands behind her back, she's close to losing her balance. But she soldiers on, grunting and biting into the belt until she finally comes. Hard. I drink every drop, licking her clean while my fingers squeeze every single ripple of her devastating climax. Before she has a chance to recover, I get up and turn her around.

"Now, let's give you what you came here for," I say before pushing some of the papers off my desk to make room for her. "Bend over. Keep your hands behind your back."

"Mmm…"

She's mine. Right now, she's mine. Body and soul.

Her ass is a glorious peach shape, her legs spread, and pussy dripping with desire. I pull my cock out and spear her with my full length. "Oh, fuck," I mutter as I feel her stretching, enveloping me, taking every goddamn inch. She's perfectly hot and wet and deliciously tight.

I keep one hand clasped around her wrists. The control I have over this nymph is inebriating and dangerously addictive. And she loves every second of it. I take a moment to bask in her liquid fire, pussy still throbbing from that orgasm.

And then I start to move.

In. Out. Slowly but surely, a rhythm is established. She perks her ass up for me, moaning against the belt as I go deeper. Deeper. Each thrust filling her to the brim. Each thrust stretching and consuming her. She's so sensitive right now, coming into her own and unraveling all over me.

I slap her ass, grinning like the devil upon hearing her muffled whimpers, then start fucking her like there's no tomorrow. She glances back at me, teeth sinking into the leather as desire glimmers in her gaze. She loves it.

Pressure mounts in my lower belly, and my whole body bucks.

The desk creaks slightly with every thrust, but I don't care. Audrey is taking it like a good girl, and I pound into her.

"You like getting spanked, I see," I grunt and go harder.

Faster. Harder, still. I feel her clenching, tighter and tighter. She groans loudly as she comes again, and I lose the last of my self-control, filling her up. My climax shatters my senses.

I lovingly caress her hips, let go of her wrists, and remove the belt, then cover her with my body, kissing her cheek. Audrey's pants of raw pleasure are music to my ears. She's so soft, so warm, so fucking perfect.

"You're a menace to my sanity," I whisper.

"I can't get enough of you," she replies.

"Good, because I'm not done with you yet," I reply.

Her eyes widen with anticipation. Pure joy radiates through each of her pores as she stands up and turns to face me.

I'm breathing heavily. My blood still simmers. I'm hungry for her, still. Hungry, thirsty, everything at once and overlapping. Yet it's the playful glow in Audrey's eyes that ignites a new and even more devastating fire inside of me. "What are you up to?" I ask, my voice low and humming with arousal.

"Can I show you?"

"By all means."

Decisive in each movement, Audrey gets down on her knees before me. Instantly, my cock reacts. I expected a few more minutes before I would be ready for round two, but she is a marvel.

I watch her as she wraps her fingers around the base and starts gently stroking the shaft.

I grow harder and bigger in her hands. Thick veins pulsate with every motion, sending heat signals through my body and making my pulse reach galloping speeds once more. Audrey's lips part as she looks up at me. "Fucking hell," I hear myself mumble.

"I've wanted to do this since the day I first saw you," she says, then licks the tip.

Her tongue is subtle but capable. Within seconds, I've lost all common sense, and so has Audrey. She takes all of it in, deep-throating me with hunger and eagerness.

It was supposed to be a one-time thing, or at least that's what I told myself. It is clearly way more than that, yet neither of us has the ability or the sense to stop. It's too good. Audrey relaxes the back of her throat and I slide all the way in, noticing her eyes as they tear up, and still, she won't stop.

She's fucking insatiable.

She's fucking perfect.

I am so fucking screwed.