Chapter 14

Chapter Fourteen

I t’s been one week since I first had Shardonnay. I’ve done my best to fuck her out of my system but it’s not working. The more of her I have, the more I want. I feel like I’m going insane.

I’m knee-deep in textbooks, trying to find a clause to get Andrew Mathers off on the embezzlement charges. It’s really not looking good for the guy. Unless I can find his wife or the money I have no doubt she stole. The knock on my door has me looking up. Nathan walks in, and after helping himself to my wet bar, he sits in one of the chairs opposite my desk.

“Can I help you?” I ask.

He holds up a finger, indicating for me to wait, as he downs the contents of his glass in one go. “She’s going to drive me fucking crazy,” he grunts.

“Who is?” I ask, playing dumb. I know exactly who . I just want to hear him say it.

“Fucking Bentley. This is why I’ve never taken on an associate before.” He runs a hand over his face.

“Because you’d want to fuck them all?” I ask, shifting books around on my desk.

“I don’t want to fuck her,” he denies.

“Sure you don’t.”

“Come on, man, you don’t have an associate. Can’t you just take her under your wing?”

I raise an eyebrow at him. “You want me.” I point to myself. “To take Bentley on as my associate?” I attempt to clarify.

He nods his head.

“You realise that would mean working really close with her, late nights, dinners in the office…”

“Fuck off.” He stands and walks back to the wet bar, refilling his glass.

“It’s nine a.m., Nathan. You might want to ease up a bit.”

“It’s either this or I’m going to go and drag that girl into a supply closet and fuck her like a goddamn animal in heat.”

“Well, that’s an image I could have done without.” I cringe.

“What the fuck am I meant to do? I need to get rid of her.”

“First of all, I don’t see what the issue is. She’s a nice girl. You’ve been hunting for a nice girl to settle down with for years.”

“The problem is I’m her fucking boss. It’s wrong. And she’s not always as nice as you’d think. There’s a little spitfire hiding behind that polite smile of hers.” He grins like he can’t help himself.

“Look, boss or not, if you want her, tell her. If not, move aside. Because a woman like that will not stay single for long.”

“What do you know that I don’t?” he asks.

“Nothing much. I just saw Justin and Bentley whispering to each other in the kitchen the other day.” I lift a shoulder, shrugging like it’s no big deal. It is. To him. Nathan makes a beeline for the door. “Where are you going?” I ask him.

“To fucking fire that dipshit Justin,” he growls, before exiting my office.

I need a goddamn break already. There’s more drama in these halls than on an episode of Days of our Lives . “Shardonnay, get in here,” I say through the intercom.

“Say please.” Her voice comes back through my speaker.

“Please.” I sigh. When she steps through the doorway, my eyes hungrily take her in. “Lock the door.” The windows are already fogged over. I’ve taken to keeping them that way this past week. Shifting back in my chair, while making space between myself and my desk, I crook a finger in her direction. “Good girl, come here.” A blush works its way up her chest and neck, settling on her cheeks as she slowly steps towards me. “Lift your skirt up around your hips.”

Shardonnay looks behind her at the door. “We’re at work, Xavier.”

I lift an eyebrow. I’ve actually done really well with the no hanky-panky at work rule she’s set in place. But I’m done. I need her and I need her now. “You can either lift it up yourself or I’ll shred it from your body,” I tell her as my hands trace little Xs along the back of her thighs.

“You’re going to get me fired,” she says as she hikes up her hem.

“I’m pretty sure your boss approves.” My hands grip her hips. Picking her up, I sit her on the edge of my desk.

“You’re not the only boss here. What if the other two partners find out what we’re doing?”

I pierce her with my gaze. “Nothing and no one is going to keep me from having what I want. And right now, what I want is the taste of you on my tongue. Besides, we’re working.” I hand her an iPad. “I want you to read out my schedule for the rest of the day.”

“Seriously?”

“Do I look like I’m joking? Start reading,” I instruct her.

She taps away on the iPad and begins. “Eleven a.m., meeting with John Killopi.”

My tongue slides through her folds. She’s already wet, but I’m about to make her even wetter. I want her dripping that honey into my mouth.

“Oh god.” Her hand covers her mouth to muffle the sound of her moans.

“Keep reading. If you stop, I stop.”

“Shit. Eleven thirty, partners’ meeting in boardroom one,” she continues. I place a hand on each of her thighs and hold her open, spreading the lips of her pussy wide. Pushing my tongue in as far as it will go, I circle her, lapping up her now flowing juices. My thumb presses on her clit, slowly rubbing up and down. “Shit. Oh god, Xavier, I can’t,” she moans.

I look up to see she’s still holding the iPad in one hand; her other is twisted through my hair.

“Ah, god, one p.m., court hearing for Justin Hunt.”

We continue like this. She reads my schedule out loud and I feast on her pussy. Using my pinkie, I press on the entrance of her ass. “I can’t wait to fuck this ass,” I growl into her cunt.

Her thighs freeze up, locking my head in place as she grinds her hips and presses her pussy harder into my face. The iPad falls to the floor as her head tips forward, her fist in her mouth as she muffles her screams of ecstasy. I decide here and now I don’t care for office play after all. I don’t want her screams muffled. I fucking love hearing them.

I continue licking her until she’s completely relaxed, and her fingers release my hair. Straightening, I pick her up off the desk and pull her skirt back down. As much as I hate covering her body, I can’t very well have her walking around the office naked.

“Thank you. That’s all,” I tell her.

“What?”

“I said that’s all I needed. You can return to your desk.”

Shardonnay squints down at me, her eyes landing on my cock—my hard fucking cock that’s straining against the fabric of my pants. “Are you sure you don’t want me to help you out with that little problem?”

“You and I both know there is nothing little about it. But, no, I’m good. I’ve got a shitload of work to get done before these fucking meetings start.”

“Okay.” She walks back out of my office on wobbly legs, and I smile.

“What’s this meeting about?” I ask, entering the boardroom. Nathan and Alistair are already seated at the table.

“You didn’t read the memo?” Alistair questions with raised brows.

“No, unlike you, I have actual cases to work on.”

“Fuck off, I bring more billable hours to this firm than either of you.” He points at the two of us.

“That’s because these days people are getting divorced as often as they change their undies.”

“I don’t care. It’s making us money.” He shrugs. “Also, it’ll never be me on the other side of the table because I’m never getting fucking hitched. And if either of you two do, I’m writing you the most iron-clad prenup that’s ever been drawn up.”

I laugh. “Do you really think my family lawyers don’t already have that sitting in a safe somewhere, just waiting to add a would-be bride’s name on the dotted line?”

“You’re right, but I want to read it before either of you sign it.”

“You do realise if and when I get married, it won’t be anytime soon.”

“So this thing with Shar is just casual?” Nathan asks.

“There is no thing with Shardonnay,” I lie.

“Oh, well, if it wasn’t you making her scream and moan in your office this morning, you should probably call the cleaners in, because some other fucker was in there giving it to her good.” Nathan smirks.

“Fuck off, if you talk about her like that again, I will fucking break your jaw, asshole,” I growl.

“Woah, hold up! It’s not our fault the walls are so thin. Did you forget that both of our offices are next to yours?” Nathan lifts his hands in mock surrender.

“Someone needs to get to the point of this meeting before I walk out. I have other shit to do.”

“We’re being sued.” Alistair slides a manilla folder across the table. “Well, actually, you’re being sued. For sexual harassment and indecent exposure,” he adds.

“What the fuck? Who the fuck from?” I flick the folder open.

“Juliet Garner,” Nathan says.

“Who the fuck is she?”

“The last secretary you fired.” His eyebrows draw down. “Jesus Christ, Xavier, did you even bother to learn their names?”

“The redhead. I don’t need to know their names,” I answer, reading through the papers. “This is complete garbage. I fired her because she started fucking stripping in my office.”

“Look, we both know that, but it’s your word against hers, mate. We need to decide if we should settle and get it behind us, or fight it out in a courtroom,” Nathan says.

“We fucking fight it. That delusional bitch is not getting a damn dime out of me.” Standing from the table, I button my jacket. “And not a word of this to anyone.”

“Of course. But you might want to keep your interactions with Shar strictly professional.”

Fucking hell, there is no way I’m going to stop whatever is going on between Shardonnay and me. I just need to be more careful about the where part of the equation.