It’s been five days. Five fucking days since I last saw Vi, and I know something is up. The last time I saw her was after we left Roasters Monday night, and I know exactly why her mood changed. Sebastian fucking Lykos. After all this time, I finally had her alone, and then he had to show up. I know he’s looked into me, but I’ve gone to extensive lengths to ensure he doesn’t know who I am. However, I know that time is running out. With the Lykos brothers, nothing stays hidden for long.
Ellis and Sebastian are prideful fuckers. I get that. What does a man have if not his pride? But I am nearing the end of my rope with Sebastian, and it’s only a matter of time before they ask Daddy for help. Nico Serra basically wrote the book on making people disappear. He’s a tech giant with government contracts around the world. His cyber technology is practically unmatched. I have no doubt that he could quickly uncover my secrets with a few clicks. But the real question is, what would he do with them? He’s a wild card, and so is Charlie Croft, Vi’s new best friend. I swear this shit keeps getting deeper and deeper, but I’m too far in to stop now. As long as Sayward can keep up, I’m all in.
However, lately, Say has been getting sloppy, and I feel it’s inadvertently related to Vi’s sudden re-appearance. Something I have mixed feelings about, but I think Vi’s presence turned him into a colder bastard than he already is. Sebastian has been after Sayward for the past month, but their last encounter really upset her. He’s the embodiment of a narcissist when he’s the last person in the world who has room to pass judgment. The fucker has clearly forgotten his trailer trash roots.
After the stunt he pulled with Sayward two weeks ago, it’s taken a lot of restraint not to blow my cover. I understand his frustration with her, but he can’t prove anything, and I have no doubt that his need to control is forcing him to use fear tactics. She has yet to talk to me about what happened. All I know is that he didn’t hurt her. We have code for that. However, I know she’s upset, which kills me. But I learned years ago not to push. She’ll come to me when she’s ready, and now that Vi is back, she might have a little more time.
Vi’s return to San Jose could change the dynamic. After all, she was my plan all along, but I thought that avenue had been lost when she disappeared two months ago. She literally vanished out of thin air. While our conversations were never incredibly personal, I know she had been visiting the gym twice a day in the weeks leading up to her departure, which wasn’t normal for her. Vi is a creature of habit and predictable. You wouldn’t think that by talking to her. In fact, you’d get the exact opposite impression. She personifies the fun life. The uncommitted, strong-willed, single friend out there living her best life. But because I’ve watched her from the shadows, carefully studying my prey before I made my move, I know differently. That quick wit and sharp tongue are all part of her mask, her shield to hide her own skeletons. The problem is, she can’t hide from me.
I know precisely where Vi is because I followed her home. I watched her disappear inside that building, and I know for a fact she hasn’t come out, but that ends today. If she doesn’t appear, I’m going in. Meeting Vivian Fiori was always part of the plan. It’s falling that wasn’t.
It’s 6:30am on Friday morning, and she needs to leave her building to reach the job site by 7am. When the clock on my dash flashes to 6:31, I decide I’m all in. Going after her is a risk I’m willing to take. However, just as my foot hits the pavement, a blacked-out Porche Cayman emerges from the parking garage. That car belongs to Ellis Lykos, and because he’s out of town, there’s a chance it’s Vi. I quickly close my door so as not to draw attention to myself. I’m sure she won’t notice me. She never has. I’ve been feet away from her, and she didn’t have a clue. Same as now. Pulling out of the garage, she drives right past my car. Her eyes are cast down as if she’s texting and driving, and I feel my anxiety spike up a notch from her carelessness.
Pulling out, I make a U-turn to follow her in. I’m sure she is headed to Blush after being MIA all week, but I’m not taking any chances. This week was reminiscent of her disappearance two months ago, and I can’t afford for her to disappear again. It’s even more important this time. When I see the Porche pull into a McDonald’s, I text Mark that I’m running behind. McDonald’s is not food that the Vi I know would eat. I’m not saying she’s a health nut, but in my months of following her, she’s never stopped for fast food. This detour is very uncharacteristic. But, then again, she’s been out all week. Maybe she’s stopping for the crew.
I park a lot over and wait as she goes through the drive-thru. The attendant hands her multiple bags, proving my assumption about stopping for the crew is likely correct. But rather than drive off with the food, she pulls into a parking spot. From where I am, I don’t have a clear view into her car, but from what I can see, she’s digging through the bags. Five minutes go by, and she still hasn’t moved. I pull my car out and swing around for a closer look, but she backs out as I approach.
After following her all the way to work, I don’t bother trying to hide that I’m late and pull in right beside her. She has no idea I trailed her here. To her, it would appear we coincidently arrived at the same time. As I pull in, she spots me through the driver-side window. I give her a wave, and she throws me a forced half-smile. What the fuck is that about? Climbing out of my Jeep Wrangler, I come around and stand at her door, waiting for her to open it.
‘Can I help you?’ she asks with a hint of irritation.
With the window down, I can tell she’s tired. She has deep circles under her eyes like she hasn’t slept in days, and her normally glowing skin is pale. When I don’t immediately respond because I’m too busy taking in her sickly appearance, she rolls up the window and opens the door. As I step to the side to let her out, I see she’s lost weight. The woman doesn’t have an ounce of fat to lose in the first place, which is saying something. Her white bodysuit that I love is currently loose around her hips, where it typically hugs her like a glove.
‘What the hell, Vivian? Have you been sick?’
She side eyes me and blows out a breath of frustration before asking, ‘Aren’t you late? Shouldn’t you be inside?’
That’s new. Vi has never given me an attitude. A better man would step back and leave her be, but I can’t do that. Not when I know this isn’t her. Before she can reach back into the car to grab her bag, I close the door.
‘Talk to me, Vi. The girl I know wouldn’t have missed being onsite for the past week to watch her dream come to life. And don’t give me some shit about how you’re sick, because we both know that would be bullshit. You have a phone, email,’ I pause before grabbing her wrist. ‘Apple watch. You have countless ways to get a hold of someone—’
‘Just stop, alright. I don’t want to talk about it. Ask me in a few hours, and maybe then I’ll give you something, but right now, I just don’t have the energy.’ Her gaze drags from the ground and back to me, and I see her plea before she even asks, ‘Please?’
Before I let my mind get carried away with all the possibilities of what unfolded in that condo this week, I notice the multiple bags of fast food sitting in the passenger seat, so I ask, ‘Can I at least help you with the bags?’
It’s clear she’s exhausted, and I know she’s not good with words, so I let this go for now. Vivian doesn’t do well with emotions or feelings. Her shoulders visibly relax from my words, and I hate it. I know she’s hiding. She’s putting that mask back on.
‘Yeah, thanks. I appreciate it. I know it doesn’t make up for the past week, but who doesn’t like free food?
Opening the car, I throw her laptop bag over my shoulder and grab the fast-food bags from the passenger seat before snagging her cell phone from the cup holder. I pause momentarily when I see that a text came through while we were talking.
Ellis: Do what you need to do, baby.
Tongue in cheek, I inwardly cringe. I know they’re dating, but it doesn’t mean I have to like it. I quickly right myself and step out of the car, handing her the phone before she can notice my snooping. As I give her the phone, she turns and starts heading toward the building without a word. I close the door and swallow my annoyance, knowing her attention will be on him as we walk back, but she surprises me. Where I thought she’d have her head buried in her phone, she shoves it into the back pocket of her jeans.
‘Did I miss a lot? I’m sure everyone now thinks I’m an entitled rich bitch who only comes in as her spa, shopping, and social life allow.’
Her sarcasm is obvious, but I also hear her pain. She wanted to be here, which means something prevented her from doing so. I roll my lips, biting back my desire to revisit my original question of ‘what the fuck happened,’ and say, ‘No one thinks that, Vi. Mark and I are the only people who know that you were MIA. The rest of the crew probably haven’t put much thought into it one way or the other.’ Reaching the front door, I pull it open and add, ‘Most owners aren’t onsite for this part of the process. That’s uniquely you.’
Her eyes meet mine, and she gives me a meek half-smile. Again, a new look for her. Vivian Fiori is a hellcat. Something’s knocked her down, but I have no doubt she will come back swinging. I just wish she’d let me help her.
‘Thanks, Tate.’
Once she steps inside, I can’t help but watch her eyes light up. The last time she saw the place, it was only framed out. The drywall is up. Electricians are coming in today, as well as more inspectors. A few of the guys have started working on the floor-to-ceiling shelving unit that will go behind the welcome desk, and the windows are getting film set on them today that prevents people from looking in. That was her number one request: that all the windows be one-way. The windows are her favorite part of the place. Blush is on the corner of the block. The entire front and right side are floor-to-ceiling windows. She appreciated the natural light that came in through the windows and enjoyed the idea of conducting dance classes without being noticed by passersby. Members would feel more comfortable knowing they are not being observed.
Before I can give her all the updates myself, Mark spots her. ‘Fiori, good, you’re here.’ He bolsters from across the room, drawing prying eyes in her direction. She pops the knuckles on her right hand with her thumb, and I know all eyes on her after being MIA for a week have her feeling a little uneasy. Of course, she doesn’t need my help, but I give it anyway.
‘She brought breakfast, boys,’ I announce, taking the heat off her. Vi doesn’t give me her eyes, but she doesn’t need to. I can see her fist clench. My move just pissed her off as much as it alleviated whatever stress she was feeling. I just showed her my hand. If my line of questioning at the car wasn’t a giveaway, this was. She now knows I see her. I can read her. What she does doesn’t go unnoticed by me. She doesn’t like it. But she will—of that, I am sure.
Vivian Fiori has something I want, and I don’t mind getting under her skin to get it.
‘Hey, did you order a shit ton of pizza?’ Hector asks from where he stands beside me, holding the dead end of the crown molding I’m currently shooting nails into. Following his line of sight to the front door, I see a delivery man with what appears to be twenty fucking pizzas.
‘You got that end or what?’ I ask as my arms begin to tingle from the blood rushing back through them as they fall to my sides. I’ve hung about all the crown molding I care to hang for a lifetime.
‘Yeah, I got this. You better have ordered me a deluxe with extra meat.’
I quickly go down the scaffolding before anyone else can meet the delivery man. I’m positive Mark didn’t order this food. One, he’s cheap, but two, I guarantee Vi still feels shitty about not being here for the past week. As I reach the kid, I take the stack off his hands and place the pizzas on the reception desk before pulling a twenty out to tip him.
He holds up his hands in defense as he starts to step back and says, ‘The tip has already been covered, and there were specific instructions to ensure I didn’t take one upon arrival.’
I can’t help but shake my head. Vivian continues to surprise me. The first two weeks I watched her, I had her pegged wrong. It wasn’t until I decided to use her that I discovered her cocky, rich bitch attitude was armor. Without another word, the kid is out the door, and I’m picking up the pizzas, eager to drop them off in her office and have that talk she promised me earlier.
Her office still needs to be completed. It’s literally a room with a door, a window with one-way glass, and four walls. Some of the furniture she ordered has started to arrive, so she has some essentials. Reaching her door, I notice it’s cracked, and I kick it open with my boot, foregoing a knock since my hands are full.
‘Pizza is here,’ I say, announcing my presence.
Her big brown eyes flash up from her computer screen, and she’s out of her chair before I have time to set them on the desk. I’m just setting them down when she pulls the top box off. Placing it on her desk, she flips open the lid and says, ‘Yes,’ as she takes a slice and devours it. ‘Mmm, so good,’ she groans as her eyes roll back. I’m momentarily transfixed by her utter happiness and fulfillment from a slice of pizza until her eyes snap open, and she says, ‘The rest are for the crew. Make sure they get them.’ Without another word, she returns to her seat.
I bite my lip to hold back the smart-ass remark on the tip of my tongue and exit her office. A few steps from her door, there’s a folding table that Mark used on day one to go over blueprints, but it has now quickly become a catch-all. Setting the pizzas down, I bring my fingers to my mouth and whistle loudly, grabbing everyone’s attention. ‘Come and get it, boys. Vi bought pizzas.’
The sounds of tool bags dropping and saws shutting down filter through the air, and I take my leave, returning to Vi’s office. Entering the room, I close the door behind me, announcing my presence as I walk over to her desk and grab a slice of her pizza for myself. When I flip the lid, I notice she’s already eaten three slices.
‘Hungry?’ I question sarcastically.
Leaning back in her chair, she takes the last bite of her pizza in hand and says, ‘Let’s just say I didn’t have the greatest access to food this week.’
My jaw instinctively clenches from her riddled admission, and I angrily force down the bite I just took before throwing the remainder of the slice back in the box. ‘Vivian, you’re going to need to give me more than that. You don’t show up for a week, you’ve clearly lost weight, and you look like shit, not to mention your attitude. What the hell is going on?’
‘Wow, please tell me how you really feel.’ She rests her elbows on her desk before adding, ‘Look, Tate, I know we’ve had this sibling-type relationship where you’ve come to my rescue, saving me from potential threats, but I’m twenty-five years old. I’m a big girl who is very much capable of handling herself. I promise you I am not some damsel in distress, and I sure as hell don’t require or deserve a knight in shining armor.’
I give her the best, unfazed sober expression I can muster as I try to remain unaffected by her words. She’s friend-zoning me, and a few months ago, that would have been fine. But now, the stakes are too high, and I’ve changed my mind about what I want from Vivian Fiori.
In two steps, I reach her desk, put my fists down, and lean in, ensuring I have her full attention when I say, ‘Look, Vi, you and I know damn well I’m not your brother. You have your limits, and I have mine, and I’ll be damned if you’re not pushing every one of them—’
Before I can finish giving her a piece of my mind and probably pushing her for more than she’s ready to admit to, Mark pops his head in. ‘Fiori, I need you upstairs. One of the units you ordered was delivered, and it’s not to spec, but I think Hector can frame it out and make it how you were expecting.’
My eyes have not moved from hers and vice versa when she cocks a brow and says, ‘Yeah, we’re done here anyway.’
After closing her laptop, she stands, grabs her phone, and exits the room. If she weren’t the object of my obsession, I’d be pissed by her little show of obstinance, but because I know it’s her way of avoiding her feelings, I’ll let it go. However, the conversation is far from over. Letting her think she’s won the upper hand now will only help me later. She wants to be in charge, and when she thinks she holds the power, that’s when I’ll make my move. It’s how I breached her stubborn walls, and I’d be lying if I said I didn’t thrive on a good challenge. She’ll cave. Of that, I’m sure.
‘Fuck, Vi. Get off of that. I’ll help you.’
It’s 5 pm, and I’m just rounding the corner to the reception area when I see she’s placed a bucket on top of a crate to try and reach one of the upper shelves on a unit that was installed yesterday. She startles and nearly falls, grabbing onto the shelves for support. I reach her in three long strides, quickly bracing my hands on the back of her thighs to hold her in place.
‘I was fine until you walked in.’ The irritation in her voice is still there. I thought by now she’d be over our spat from earlier. Vi is not one to drag things out.
‘I’m just trying to help.’ I bite out. Looking up, I can see the rise and fall of her chest distinctly as the adrenaline rush from almost falling courses through her veins. Attempting to capitalize on the weakness that comes after the high, I say, ‘Get on my shoulders. I’ll give you a boost.’
She takes a second to collect herself before agreeing. ‘Yeah, okay.’
I slide my hands around her toned thighs, admiring the feel under my hungry palms as I guide her back and push my head through the apex of her legs. Vi’s favorite workouts are lower body. The woman is constantly doing squats, deadlifts, and weighted lunges. I understand why she wants this place. The shit some women wear to work out may as well be lingerie. Vi’s fucking spandex leggings fit like a second skin, highlighting the delicious swell of her perfect ass and the weight of her cheeks. Fuck. I have to pull my head out of the gutter before I get a boner in the middle of the job site. Trying to distract myself, I ask, ‘What’s up there, anyway?’
‘My phone.’ She answers in a normal octave—the first I’ve received all day.
‘Your phone? Why would your phone be up there?’
‘Earlier, Hector had me get on a ladder so we could determine the height I needed for the sliding ladder I decided to have added. I must have set it down while I was up there, because when I ping it from my smartwatch, I hear it up here. Can you stand on your tippy toes?’ I push up a little, bracing myself on the unit as her thighs clench around my head, gripping me as she reaches for height and depth. I can’t help but close my eyes and internally groan. There’s no stopping it. I can feel my dick growing in my pants.
‘Got it.’ She exclaims as her legs loosen and pull me from the direction of my thoughts. After I set her down, she says, ‘Thanks, I appreciate the help. The bucket would not have got me high enough.’
‘Don’t worry about it. There’s no better place to be than between those thighs.’
Her eyes go wide, and she tucks her hair behind her ear as she turns away and starts, ‘Tate, you know—’
I cut her off before she can start and say, ‘I know you have a boyfriend, but tell me. Is it serious?’
Now, this is a question I want an honest answer to, for more reasons than one. She did disappear out of nowhere, and now she’s back and staying at his place, but I know Ellis hasn’t been in town, and because I’ve made it my business to know everything about the Lykos brothers, I know he could come back if he wanted to. So why hasn’t he?
Her eyes search mine briefly, and it’s how I know whatever words I’m about to get are real. ‘Tate, you and I have chemistry. There is no denying that. But I am back for Ellis. If I wasn’t, you’d have me bent over this reception desk right now.’ She pulls in a stuttered breath before adding, ‘Please don’t ask me about this again.’ Then, stepping around me, she takes the hallway to her office and throws over her shoulder, ‘Please lock the door on your way out.’
Fuck. My cock is rock hard from the visual she just gave me. I want nothing more than to pull down her skin-tight jeans and sink into her from behind. Damn it. I bite my fist with a groan, trying to reel in my thoughts. I still have to make my rounds and ensure everyone is out of the building, and I know two of the guys are still on the second floor working on the mirrored wall. But while my dick might be pissed, I am not. She just confirmed all I needed to know. I’m wearing her down.
After going upstairs to help the guys with the mirrors, it’s 6:30pm. Everyone is out of the building, and no tools have been left on. The back door is locked up, and I’m just about to step out the front when I notice Vivian’s car is still parked in the garage across the street, right next to mine. Even late, we were able to snag ground level. I flip the lock and head back to her office.
Since she never answered my questions about why she was a no-show all week, I can’t help but feel my anxiety spike as my thoughts instantly take a dramatic turn. She’s here because she doesn’t want to go home, and fuck if that doesn’t piss me off. I head back toward her office, where I know she’ll be. I’m a few steps away from her door when I hear a dull hum followed by an unmistakable sound that has my dick instantly hard. The intoxicating moans pick up in crescendo when I reach her door, and I grip the knob hard, battling over my next move. I know what she’s doing behind this door. She asked me not to push her, to leave it alone, but I was done playing by her rules the second she got back to San Jose.
When I push open the door, I can’t help but bite my lip hard. Vi’s on top of her desk wearing black thigh-high stockings attached to a black garter belt set with crotchless panties. Her legs are deliciously spread as she pumps herself with a bright pink dildo. Holy fucking hell. When her eyes meet mine, she makes no move to stop until I take a step forward.
‘Stop,’ she commands as she slows her own hand. Then, pulling her plump bottom lip between her teeth, she slips the dildo out and teasingly runs it through her slick folds before saying, ‘No touching, and I want to see yours.’
I run my tongue over my lip and shake my head before asking, ‘What about Ellis?’
‘Is it technically cheating if we don’t touch each other?’
My answer is unequivocally ‘hell yeah.’ There is no way in hell I’d be okay with my girl doing this with another man, but she’s not my girl, and I’m the other man. So my answer is easy. ‘No.’
She dips her dildo back in, drawing out another tantalizing moan before saying, ‘Show me.’
‘Did you do all this for me?’ I ask as I start to unbuckle my belt. It’s a reasonable question, one that makes my cock twitch, knowing she had to have planned this in advance. I know she wasn’t wearing a garter belt and stockings under her skin-tight jeans today. Those things had to have been in her bag, along with her vibrator.
‘New rule: no talking.’ Instinctively, I take a step forward. I want to correct that smart mouth and put her in her place with my dick, but instead, she has me by the balls.
Closing her legs, she asks, ‘Are you going to play by the rules, or will I be finishing in private?’
The nerve of this woman, I swear. ‘You want to see my cock, baby? All you had to do was ask.’ I lower my jeans down before flipping the band of my boxers down and letting my cock spring free. I’m not shy. Her eyes stay glued to my dick as I pull myself hard before rubbing the bead of precum around the top of my crown. ‘Spread those thighs. Let me see that pretty pussy.’
Letting her legs fall wide, her soaked pussy glistens in the light. ‘Fuck, you’re wet.” I stroke myself, wishing I was sinking into her. ‘Tell me, when you put that little outfit on and climbed on top of your desk, was it my dick that got you slick?’
‘Mmm,’ she moans, slipping the vibrator back inside before saying, ‘You know it was.’
I can’t help the satisfied groan that escapes me, knowing she was touching herself to thoughts of me. ‘Pull down your bra. Let me see those gorgeous tits.’
She’s currently propped up on one arm, head thrown back with her eyes closed as the other is busy working her tight pussy. Unable to help myself, I step closer and still her hand. Her eyes flash open. ‘No touching.’
I see her panic, and I know then there is no chance this will be anything more tonight, but that’s not what I’m doing now. ‘I’m not going to touch you. Just this.’ I gently ease the dildo out of her fingers, not wanting to push too hard and cause her to pull away. I need her to stay in the moment. ‘Let me make you feel good.’
‘Just the toy,’ she says, her eyes bouncing between mine.
‘Just the toy,’ I repeat.
She pauses as she considers my offer, thinking through the ramifications before relenting and dropping her arm. As she braces herself on both arms, we both look down and watch as I slowly push the dildo in, entirely transfixed by the way her pussy grips it tight. Then, pulling back, I slip it all the way out and glide it through her swollen folds before pressing it to her clit. A low whimper escapes her mouth, and I tear my eyes away from her perfect pussy to meet her smoldering gaze. I don’t even get a chance to process whatever craving I see there before she says, ‘Don’t hold back.’
I slap her pussy with the dildo before ordering, ‘Tit’s out. Now.’
She flashes me a mischievous smile before unhooking her front clasp and letting them fall free. Vivian doesn’t have big breasts, but they’d bounce just fine riding my dick, easily a perfect handful, and definitely more than a mouthful. Her nipples immediately pebble from the cool temperature in the room, and all I can think about is taking one between my teeth. She must notice the direction of my thoughts because she brings a hand to her breast squeezing it thoroughly before pinching her nipple. ‘Mmm,’ she purrs, eyes locked on mine.
I can’t help myself. She’s way too into this not to want more. ‘Are you sure this is all you want?’ I slowly push the dildo back into her pussy before adding, ‘You don’t want my cock buried inside of you, stretching you with my girth and filling you with my length?’ I push the dildo inside of her to its full length. My fingers just barely brush her wet lips, and she gasps before moaning and laying back on the desk, but she doesn’t relent.
‘Fuck me with that dildo, or I can finish myself. The rules have not changed.’ Fuck.
I have so many things I want to do to her right now. Slap her, bite her, kiss her, taste her, and fuck the sass right out of her. That last thought has me pulling my cock hard on a groan. I continue pushing in deep because, while she may have gasped from the initial intrusion, she’s more than enjoying it now. ‘Touch your pussy, Vi. Do with your fingers what I want to do with my mouth.’
I’m no stranger to going down on a woman. I want to take that sweet bundle of nerves between my teeth and suck hard as her pussy chokes my fingers while I pump her through an orgasm. I want her sweet juices covering my tongue so I can taste her after she is gone. Fuck, I’m not going to last. I’ve fantasized about having her spread out for me like this for months. In my dreams, I was buried balls deep, but I’ll take this for now. I know the next time it will be my cock inside of her, and this pink dildo will be in that tight ass, as punishment for her obstinance now.
As her fingers rub slow, methodical circles over her clit, I notice the rise and fall of her chest slow, signaling she’s on the brink. ‘Fuck, Tate. Don’t stop. I’m close.’
My god, this woman undoes me. I want to give her what she wants so bad, but I can’t. Not yet, anyway. I’m doing this my way. Her eyes are closed, her cheeks flushed, and her mouth is slack when I pull out completely. Vivian’s eyes quickly open, and the blaze of fury I see in them is almost palpable. Her breaths are ragged as her chest heaves before she props herself up on her elbows and says, ‘What the hell, Tate?’
Bringing the dildo to my mouth, I lick it from base to tip, keeping my eyes locked on hers. I know I’m being used. She said as much in the rules. She’s back for Ellis, but I’m the one she’s with now, and I’m going to make sure she knows it.
‘So fucking good,’ I say as I take another lick. ‘You have two choices, babe: eyes on me or this pretty pussy. I may not be your man, but I’m the one making you come.’ Her lidded eyes stay locked on mine, but her lips give me no response, so I ask, ‘What’s it going to be?’
‘Put that back in my pussy and find out.’
I can’t help but squeeze my cock hard. Fuck. The challenge and fire in her eyes is enough to make me come on the spot. I can’t help the slight smile that lifts the corner of my mouth, and because this is no longer just a game, I don’t care that she sees it. I want her to see me so that she’ll give me more of her.
With the dildo in hand, I slowly bring it back to her entrance, in zero rush for this moment to end. For now, her eyes are on mine, and I’d be lying if I said that’s not where I want them to stay. I need to get behind the mask she firmly keeps in place for everyone. I’d venture to say that even Ellis doesn’t know the girl behind the veil. But I’m confident her focus will be on my hand the second I push in, and I’m okay with that, especially for what I have in store.
As expected, on the first thrust, her eyes drop to her pussy and the movement of both of my hands. The one stroking my cock and the one delivering her pleasure both compete for attention, but it’s my cock that wins. ‘Like what you see, baby? You like seeing how fucking hard you make me?’
Her hand returns to her clit where she starts rubbing those circles again, but this time, they are not slow. I pick up the pace of my own strokes as I work her over, ensuring I come with her. I need to come with her. ‘Yes, Tate. Fuck yes.’
I see the exact second she comes. Her eyelids struggle to stay open, and her hand all but stops rubbing her clit as her orgasm takes hold of her. Suddenly her eyes flash to mine, and the second they do, I’m a goner. The softness I see there owns me, and I come undone. ‘Fuck, fuck, fuck,’ I stammer out as I come hard, shooting ropes of cum all over her pretty pussy. Then, pulling the dildo out, I rub it through her folds, mixing the evidence of our arousal before pushing it back in, needing to claim a piece for myself, and she notices.
Grabbing my wrist, she stops me. ‘Tate, you know what this was. Don’t make it harder.’ Before I even get a chance to process her words, she scoots off the desk and grabs the shirt she was wearing earlier to wipe herself clean. I make quick work of tucking myself back in as I watch her take the soiled shirt and stuff it back in her bag before picking up a black top.
I’ve just finished buckling my pants when I look up and find that what I thought was a top isn’t a shirt at all. Instead, it’s a fucking skin-tight black spandex mini dress. She’s rounding the desk heading my way when she stops, pats my chest, and says, ‘Thanks. I needed that.’
And without another word, she walks out.
