Chapter 12

Chapter Twelve

T he look on her face as she stares at my cock almost has me coming. That’s not happening. I’ve been dreaming of sinking into her for years. I’m not going to ruin my shot now.

“Fuck, Shardonnay, I’m hanging on by a thread here, babe.” Taking her hand in mine, I guide it down to my cock. Thankfully, she snaps out of whatever trance she was in and rolls the condom on me.

My jaw clenches as her fingers glide up my shaft. I can’t fucking wait any longer. Moving her hand out of my way, I line myself up with her entrance and thrust all the way in. Fuck, she’s tight. Her body tenses, her cunt squeezing the fuck out of my cock. If I hadn’t already had my fingers buried inside her, I’d mistake her for a virgin. I don’t move, allowing her body time to adjust.

“You okay?” I ask. The last thing I want to do is hurt her.

“Uh-huh, you’re just… really bloody big.” She smirks as her hips begin to shift in a circular motion. “You can move now.”

I probably shouldn’t admit that I want to stay like this. Buried inside her. Making her mine. Instead, I pull out slowly before gripping her hips and thrusting forward again. “Fuck, I knew your pussy would be perfect. But it’s fucking better than perfect, babe. I’m going to enjoy destroying it.”

“Oh god,” she moans, tipping her head back.

“I’m going to own this fucking cunt.” My lips find her neck. Biting down, I feel her entire core quiver. I lick over the bite mark, a smirk painted on my face. She likes the pain— good to know. “I want you to come for me, Shardonnay. I want you to coat my cock. I want your cunt milking me of everything, because it’s all for you.”

I pick up the pace. I’ve been so worked up over this girl all week long. I’m now taking that frustration out on her pussy. Her legs are wrapped around my waist, holding tight. Her eyes close and her mouth opens as my name leaves her lips in the form of a scream. Her body tenses up, while the combination of her crying out my name and her cunt squeezing the fuck out of my cock has me coming undone. I follow her over that cliff. I lean my forehead on her chest as we both catch our breath.

Shardonnay shoves at my shoulders. “Shit, fuck. What the hell did we just do?” she says as she tries to push me away.

“Pretty sure that’s what the kids call fucking , babe.” I smirk, doing my best to defuse her panic.

“Get off me. Oh my god, I’m so stupid,” she says, jumping down from the basin when I take a step back from her.

“Well, that’s certainly not a line I’ve heard after sex before,” I tell her, trying to keep the hurt out of my voice.

“Are you serious? Xavier, we can’t do this. You’re my boss. Or was. Great, now I need to quit. And Lucy, shit, what the hell am I meant to tell her?” she says.

This has me frowning. “First off, you’re not fucking quitting. Second, you don’t need to explain yourself to anyone, ever.”

“Of course I have to quit. I just… you… me… oh god, I just fucked my boss.” Her hands wave around erratically.

“Actually, I’m pretty sure your boss fucked you , babe.” I grin. If her glare is anything to go by, I’d say she’s not impressed by that remark. She carries on, continuing to rant about how stupid she is, how she shouldn’t have been so careless. I’ve heard enough. Picking her up, I step into the shower and turn the cold water on.

“Ahh, what the hell?” she screams, beating a fist against my chest.

“You need to stop freaking out.” I adjust the water temperature to warm.

“That’s easy for you to say. I needed this job, Xavier.” She looks so distraught. I just want to fix it for her.

“You still have a job. This changes nothing at the office. Hear me out. We can both be professional enough to not let this affect our work.” I hope I can be anyway.

“You’re right. We can… pretend this didn’t happen. We can go to work and just go back to hating each other.”

I don’t correct the fact that I’ve never hated her. I should. I should let her know that the only reason I’ve been an ass to her all these years is because I liked her too fucking much. “Yeah, you’re not that forgettable. This is happening again, Shardonnay, just not at work.” I smile. Turning her around, I unzip her dress and watch as it falls to the floor, leaving her completely naked. I then remove my wet pyjama bottoms before kicking them aside.

“Like a friends with benefits kind of thing? Except we’re not friends, so it’s more like a enemies with benefits.”

“Motion granted.” I pick up the loofah, squirting bodywash into it. Right now, I think I’d agree to anything if it gets her to relax. We can work out the details at a later date.

I know it was my idea to come to the office, act like professionals, and not let what happened between us affect our work. But all I can think about is the feel of Shardonnay’s pussy wrapped around my cock. I want her again; I need her again.

“Shardonnay, can you come in here?” I call through the intercom. When she walks through the door, notepad and pen in hand, I press the button that fogs the windows. “I want to file a motion for reconsideration,” I tell her.

“Uh, okay, for what case? And what exactly do I do with that?” she asks.

Standing, I walk around my desk until I’m in front of her. “This isn’t going to work, the whole not letting this affect our professional relationship thing. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about your pussy all fucking morning.” Taking the pen out of her hand, I throw it on the coffee table next to us. I then place her palm over my hard-on. Her eyes widen in shock. “I need to fuck you, Shardonnay. I can’t get you out of my fucking head.”

Snatching her hand out of mine, she steps backwards. “Mr Christianson, I suggest you make your way into that private bathroom of yours and sort your little problem out on your own.” She leaves me speechless as I watch her ass—her delicious, perky, fuckable ass—sway side to side as she storms out of my office. The door slamming behind her.

Well, fuck, that didn’t go as well as I’d hoped . As disappointed as I am, I can’t help but be impressed with her. I don’t recall a time I’ve been left hanging. Walking back to my desk, I press the button on the intercom. “Shardonnay, hold my calls. I need to take a shower.”

“Make it a cold one, sir,” her sugary-sweet voice responds.

Fuck me, I want to see her on her knees, looking up at me with those big, piercing, emerald-green eyes. Undressing as quickly as I can, I turn the water on, and just as I’m about to step in the stall, the bathroom door opens and closes. Shardonnay is standing there. I blink a few times, because at this point I don’t know if I’m imagining her or not.

It’s when she walks towards me and drops to her knees that I know I’m not fantasising, or at least I fucking hope I’m not. Her hand wraps around my cock as she peers up at me, and her tongue darts out and licks the slit of my tip.

“Mmm,” she moans, her eyes fluttering closed.

“Fuck, Shardonnay, you’re a fucking sight.” I wrap her ponytail around my hand, holding her head back. “Tell me how much you want to suck my cock right now.”

“I want you to fuck my mouth, Xavier.”

“Sir,” I correct her. “Call me sir .” I know I’m probably pushing my luck. I’ve always been demanding in the bedroom, in life in general, but I’ve never wanted to dominate someone like I do her.

“Sir. I want to suck your cock, sir,” she whispers.

I release my grip on her hair. “Open your mouth,” I demand. When she instantly follows my direction, I smile. She’s fucking perfect. I guide my cock between her lips. “Suck.”

She does, hard and eager. She takes me as far into her mouth as she can, while her hand wraps around the base of my shaft, pumping in rhythm as she hollows out her cheeks and sucks like a goddamn pro. Her tongue twirls around my tip before she takes me fully again.

How the fuck did she get so good at this?

Scrap that question. I don’t want to fucking know.

My hand cups her cheek, my thumb tracing the letter X right next to the corner of her lips. Her eyes open and connect with mine. “Good girl,” I praise her. She smiles around my cock before doubling her efforts. Fuck me. “I’m going to come, babe, and you’re going to fucking swallow every last drop, aren’t you?” I ask, even though my words are more of a statement than a question.

Shardonnay’s head bobs up and down in agreement, and her free hand cups my balls, massaging them. When her finger presses against my ass, I see stars. What the fuck has she done to me?

My cock squirts down her throat, my legs weaken, and my whole body is covered in a light sweat. Shardonnay sticks her tongue out, licking my cock clean. I reach down, my hands land under her arms, and I pull her up. My lips slam onto hers. I give it everything I have, hoping to convey that she’s fucking perfect. That this is just the beginning for us.