Chapter 16

Chapter Sixteen

I tried. I really fucking did. I managed to not touch her for three days. Three very painful bloody days. I couldn’t hold out any longer, especially when she walked into my office this morning wearing that tight-as-fuck skirt and see-through blouse. It took exactly three seconds for my dick to go from soft to rock-fucking-hard.

Now she’s standing in front of me in nothing but a pair of white lace panties and black pumps. Her fingers grip the top of her underwear, and she slowly slides them down her legs, revealing that delicious pussy of hers.

“Good girl. How much do you need me right now, Shardonnay? I can smell your arousal from here.” And it’s making my mouth water for a taste.

Not yet though. I want to push her way out of her comfort zone today. This is going to be the longest lunch break I’ve ever taken. She’s a meal I plan to savour. I’m going to take my time, enjoying every single bite.

I push to my feet, take four steps, and stand behind her. I lean into the crook of her neck and inhale. Honey, she always smells like fucking honey. “Mmm, I want you on the bed, on your back,” I say, running the tips of my fingers down her right arm.

Her body shivers as she audibly inhales. She follows my instruction, swaying that ass of hers as she climbs up on the bed on all fours before lying down. Dragging a chair to the end of the bed, I sit, loosen my tie, pull it over my head, and then proceed to slowly unbutton my shirt. Shardonnay rests up on her elbows, watching as my shirt falls to the floor, her eyes drinking me in.

“I want you spread open for me,” I say and drag her ankles upwards, towards her body, making her knees bend and open in a butterfly position on the bed. “You’re a perfect little fuck doll, Shardonnay, and you’re all fucking mine.” My eyes stay connected with hers as I sit back in the chair. “Look at you dripping all over the place, so fucking needy. Tell me, does your pussy need some attention, Shardonnay?”

“Y-yes,” she stutters out.

“Then give it some,” I tell her. Her eyebrows draw down in confusion. She’s not that na?ve; she knows what I want her to do. “I want you to shove your fingers inside that dripping cunt of yours. I want to watch as you get yourself off, Shardonnay,” I prompt, removing the belt from my pants. She whimpers as her head falls back on the bed and her eyes close. That’s not going to work for me. Standing, I scoop up some pillows and lift her head so she’s in a more upright position. “I will not be deprived of seeing this beautiful face when you come,” I whisper into her ear.

“Oh god,” she moans as her hand travels down her stomach. When her fingers make contact with her clit, I undo my zip and pull my pants and boxers down. Kicking off my shoes, I rid myself of my clothes—my legs spread open, my cock hard as a rock and pointing straight up.

“Open your eyes,” I demand. “I want to see you,” I tell her. My own gaze travels between watching her fingers explore herself and looking into those deep-emerald eyes. “Put two fingers inside yourself, Shardonnay.”

She follows the direction. “Shit, god!” she moans as her fingers start thrusting in and out. She’s so fucking wet, her arousal dripping down her hand. I’m refraining from reaching for my cock. If I give it even the slightest tug right now, I’m likely to fucking come all over myself. That’s not happening. I’ve been jerking off enough the past few days. Today, I’ll be coming all over her. Marking her body with my seed.

“You’re so fucking hot, Shardonnay. I’ve never seen anything that turns me on like you do.” Her mouth is open in an O shape, those fuckable lips just begging to be filled. “Tell me, do your fingers feel as good as mine?”

“Nothing feels as good as you do, Xavier,” she admits.

I smile. “If you were the one in charge, what would you have me do to you right now?”

“Oh god, I’d… I want your fingers in me,” she says. “No, I want your cock, Xavier. I want it to rip me open. I want you to fuck me like only you can.”

“Good things come to good girls, Shardonnay. And you have been a really fucking good girl today.”

“Please….” she pleads.

“You want me to fill that pussy with this , my cock? It’s ready for you.” I stand, grip my cock in my right hand, and squeeze the tip. Fuck, do not come, I mentally warn myself.

“Yes. I want that,” she says.

“It’s all yours.” I smirk. “As soon as you make yourself come, I’m going to shove my cock so far inside you that you won’t know where I end and you begin. I’m going to imprint my cock on the walls of your pussy.”

“Ahhh, shit!” Her legs close as her body spasms. When she comes back to, I don’t waste time. Spreading her legs, I position myself between them and thrust right into home. This is what I’ve been craving, the feeling of her pussy wrapped around my cock.

She’s so fucking wet. I’ve never felt anything like her before. Lifting her ankles, I pin them up on her shoulders and continue to pump in and out of her. Hitting as deep as I can.

“Fuck, you feel so bloody good, babe. I’m never going to get enough of fucking you.” I’m about to lose it. Pulling out, I straighten her legs, climbing up over her torso, and tug a few times until my cock squirts ropes of cum across her chest.

Shardonnay’s eyes widen, and one side of her lips tips up like she wants to smile but is fighting it. Dragging my finger through the cum, I draw out a letter X in the centre of her chest.

“Do you have a branding fetish I should be concerned about?” she asks.

“It seems that way.”

There’s an awkward silence that falls over us. I manoeuvre off the bed, walk into the bathroom, and start the shower before walking back out and picking Shardonnay up.

She’s quiet, unusually quiet, as I run a loofah over her body. “What’s wrong?” I ask.

“I feel like I should be asking you that. You’ve been off the last few days. What’s happening?”

I want to tell her about the lawsuit my ex-secretary served me. I just can’t. I’m not sure, considering what we’ve done, that she’d believe my innocence in the case. “I’m fine. Just a lot going on at work.”

“Speaking of work, we should probably get back. You have a two o’clock with a Hunter James, who by the way sounds extremely hot on the phone.” She smirks.

“He’s my private investigator. You should take the afternoon off, or come back after three,” I tell her. Irrational jealousy runs through my veins at hearing her say another man sounds hot .

“Are you jealous? Trust me, you don’t need to be. You are way more than enough for me, Xavier.” Her smile beams up at me, settling a little of the unease I’m feeling.

“I’m not jealous. I just think you deserve a few hours off,” I lie.

“Sure. I mean, it’s not like our arrangement is long-lasting anyway. I’ll understand when you want to move on. I’m not going to become some weird stage-five clinger or anything,” she says nonchalantly as she steps out of the shower.

I’m going to have to set her straight about what this is… eventually. Now is not the time for that conversation though. I need to get back to the office.

“Hunter James is here, sir,” Shardonnay’s voice fills my office.

“Send him in.” Usually, I make people wait a few minutes but I’m not about to leave her alone with him. Am I jealous she thinks his voice is hot? Fuck yes, I want my voice to be the only one she thinks about, the only one that makes her come.

“Xavier, another new one, mate? You must be a real prick to work for,” Hunter says, walking into my office.

“What can I say? It’s hard to find good help these days.” I shrug.

“Well, that one seems like she has a brain. I’d keep her around if I were you.” He points over his shoulder towards the door.

“And you can tell this from spending less than a minute with her?” My eyebrows raise in question.

“It’s my job to read people. I can also tell that you’re sleeping with her. Which I should tell you, in my professional opinion, office romances never work out.”

“When I want your opinion, I’ll ask for it. What have you got for me?” Hunter throws a manilla folder down on my desk. “I fucking knew it,” I curse as I stare down at images of Andrew Mathers’s wife sipping some kind of fruity cocktail on a beach with a guy half her age. And let’s just say these images leave zero doubt that the two are intimate.

“What’s left of the money is in this account here,” Hunter says, flipping the document.

There are pages of statements and withdrawals. “Whose name is this?” I ask, circling the name of the account holder at the top.

“That would be Geogio Celsti, the lover boy from the photos.”

“Okay, thanks, Hunter. This is enough to get Andrew off on the charges.” I stand, buttoning my jacket.

“Anytime,” he says, following my lead. I walk him to the door and watch as he stops at Shardonnay’s desk. “It was a pleasure to meet you, Miss Mitchell. Until next time.”

“Thank you, you too.” She smiles politely back at him. As Hunter continues to the bank of elevators, Shardonnay turns to me. “Do you need something, sir?” she asks.

“I’m good,” I say, turning around and shutting myself inside my office.