Finally Fell, page 5
Chapter Five
Holy shit.
What had I gotten myself into? I couldn’t even believe the words were coming out of my mouth when I’d asked him to…what? Have sex with me? Had that been what I’d asked?
No.
Of course not. I’d only asked him to play along with the story. That was all.
Was it?
With Trent standing so close, it was hard to breathe. Every time I took a breath, the scent of him filled my senses so I couldn’t even think. Spicy and warm, like cinnamon and leather. He smelled powerful, and sexy as sin.
Dammit.
I was very quickly losing control of this negotiation—if you could even call it that. Still, I hated being out of control. I needed the ball back in my court. I needed to be in control of this.
“Your choice, Brittany,” he said, still waiting for an answer.
It wasn’t even a choice.
Of course I wanted to have sex with him. Just looking at him had my stomach doing all kinds of funny things, and if he was even half as good as the fantasies I had with my vibrator between my legs…oh yes.
I reached out for his tie and pulled him even closer. “I’m not a liar.”
His lips curled up in a wicked grin. “I didn’t think so.”
It was a damn good thing I was already leaning against the desk because when his lips met mine, I lost all feeling in my legs. They were jelly beneath me. All of the focus was on his mouth crushed against mine. Our tongues twisted together, and Trent’s hand slipped up the back of my head, his fingers tangling in my hair as he tugged my head back to expose my neck.
His mouth nibbled and sucked my sensitive skin. “Damn, you taste better than I expected.”
Just as quickly as his mouth was on my neck, it was gone, and both his hands were in my hair, holding my head as he pulled back and stared at me. “Just to clarify,” he said, his breath coming in pants. “The favor you need is for me to have sex with you?”
“Well…”
“Sorry,” he added quickly. “Super-hot, up against the wall type of sex? Is that right?”
Oh, God. Doing it would be so much better than simply talking about it.
I could only nod.
“Right,” he said with a small smile. “As much as I’m on board with this, and I assure you, I am—”
I could feel his assurance pressing against me.
“I’m going to need to hear you say it before we take this any further. Because I’ll be honest, this was the last thing I expected when I got to the office this morning.”
He wasn’t the only one.
With my face held between his big, strong hands, I couldn’t look away. Not that I wanted to. Now that this whole crazy thing had been initiated, the fire had been lit, and the very last thing I wanted to do was put it out. I took as deep of a breath as I could manage and exhaled slowly. “Trent,” I worked hard to keep my voice level, “I want you to have sex with me.”
He nodded and kissed me softly. “Sex? Or…how did you put it?” He grinned.
So cocky. So ridiculously sexy.
I reached around him, dug my fingers into his hard ass, and pulled him up against me. “Give me something to talk about.”
A low growl came from deep in his throat. “Abso-fucken-loutely.”
Trent scooped me up and deposited me on my desk.
Here? Now?
My brain scrambled for the pause button. I’d never had sex in my office before. How could I? An entire office of staff and employees were right outside. Never mind Shane Grant, my boss, who could walk in at any moment.
“Stop thinking about it,” Trent growled, barely taking his lips off mine.
He kissed me with a hunger I’d never experienced from a lover before. As if he needed me to breathe. It was all-consuming and made it hard to think. I couldn’t formulate my thoughts. All I could think about was him. Me. Now.
“But…we’re—”
“I told you to stop thinking.” He made his point with a slight bite on my bottom lip. Immediately, he sucked it between his own lips to soften the pain, and a shot of desire slammed through me. “Brittany?”
He waited for me to look up at him. He held my chin between his thumb and forefinger before rubbing his thumb against the spot on my lip he’d just bit. Pulses of desire mixed with the slightest trace of pain worked their way through every cell of my body.
“I know you’re used to being in charge,” he said when I looked at him. “But if this is going to work, you’re going to have to listen to me.”
Listen to him? That wasn’t part of the deal. Of course, there had been no actual deal. This whole thing had all started on a whim. Maybe I should have thought it through? Maybe I…
Stop.
What was the harm in letting him take control and call a few shots? I’d never actually experienced that before, and…well, maybe the girls were right? What was the real harm in letting go a little? There wasn’t. Besides, we’d already determined I wasn’t going to be a liar, so…just go for it.
“Do we have a deal?”
Why the hell not? “Yes.”
That was all I needed to hear.
Forcing Brittany to relinquish control, even a little bit, was quite possibly the biggest turn-on I’d ever experienced in my whole life. Fuck. This woman was the very epitome of control. Which was exactly why this was going to be amazing.
She was the complete opposite of almost every other woman I’d been with in the last few years. The difference was, Brittany was a woman. Not a girl. She knew exactly what she wanted and how to get it.
Like, ask me for a favor.
And what a favor it was. What hot-blooded man in his right mind would be able to turn that down? None. Certainly not one with any friggin’ sense.
With Brittany seated on her shiny, perfectly clean desk, her long, straight, blonde hair hung over her shoulders, I couldn’t help but think what she’d look like with her tits out, her hair draped over her nipples, like beautiful shiny curtains.
Damn.
There’d be time for that. But right now, we needed to cement this deal before she changed her mind. And the best way I could think to do that was to give her an earth-shattering orgasm.
I saw the way her eyes darted to the door where her assistant could walk in any minute. It would need to be quick. As much as I wanted her to let go and put all of her trust in me that we weren’t going to get caught, I knew it was going to take time. A woman like Brittany didn’t blindly give up control. Not even close.
With my fingers still holding her chin in place, I turned her head so she could no longer see the door. Then I spun her completely on the shiny wood surface so she wouldn’t be tempted to look away. I knew it would drive her crazy. But I planned to do that for myself shortly.
I kissed her hard, forcing myself to hold back. She tasted sweeter than I could ever have imagined. The taste of her was intoxicating and like a drug, I needed more. Still, I held off. I was a demanding lover by nature. I expected a lot from my partner and gave as much as I got. Probably more. But this needed to be about her. Completely about her.
I threaded one hand through her hair and tugged back on her head, just a little, as I devoured her mouth, possessing her with my tongue. My other hand moved to the zipper of her dress pants, sliding it down. When she was completely breathless from my kiss, I slid both hands over her hips and into her pants. “Lift,” I ordered.
Brittany did as I asked, and a moment later, I’d shed her of her pants.
“Damn.” I looked up from the black lace panties she wore. “You knew exactly what you were doing today, didn’t you?”
Confusion lined her face for a moment before she followed my gaze back to her lace-encased pussy. Brittany laughed. “You think I wore those for you?”
“You didn’t?”
“I don’t wear anything for a man.” Her pale-blue eyes flashed with defiance.
We’d see about that.
But I believed her. The lingerie was for her. My pleasure was an added benefit. For me. But Brittany was the type of woman who wouldn’t do anything she didn’t want to. Which was why it was going to be particularly rewarding when she did something just for me. And I was confident that would happen. Soon.
I turned my attention to the task at hand, and with one hand on each of her creamy white thighs, spread them wide.
“Trent, I—”
I pressed one finger against her lips while another traced the elastic of those pretty black panties. She shuddered under my attentions and closed her eyes, but there were no further protests.
I kept my finger against her lips as I rubbed my thumb over the lace, against her clit.
She cried out and her eyes flew open in shock.
“If you don’t want anyone to know,” I grinned, “you might want to try to be a bit quieter.” I kissed her again to help her with the effort to stay quiet. This time, while my tongue explored her mouth and my hand held her head still, my free hand pushed past the boundary of her panties to the soft, bare flesh of her pussy. I murmured my appreciation against her mouth but didn’t take my mouth from hers as I slipped a finger inside her wet, hot heat.
Brittany gasped into my mouth. Her body tensed for a quick moment and then relaxed against my touch. My thumb delivered a consistent pressure to her clit while my finger worked in and out of her pussy. Slowly at first, and then, when she started to groan, faster. I hooked my finger up inside her to hit her most sensitive spot.
She cried out, but I swallowed it with my kiss, tempted not to. It would be extra hot if everyone in the lobby heard her pleasure as she came. But I didn’t want to push her too hard. Not yet.
Still, I didn’t relent my attentions to her pussy as I felt her body tighten around my finger.
Brittany pulled her mouth from mine to mutter, “I’m going to come, Trent. Oh my God. I’m going to come.”
“That’s the idea, baby. Come hard for me.”
She did as she was told, unable to do anything but, as I increased the pressure on her clit. She buried her head in my neck to muffle her cry as she came apart around me.
Fuck. Watching her lose control was the sexiest thing I’d ever witnessed. My cock throbbed hard for a release of its own, but it wasn’t the time.
When she’d just about come back to her senses, I wriggled my finger, still inside her, and flicked the hard bud of her clit with my thumb one last time. She gasped and her eyes widened.
I could only grin in response before slowly withdrawing my finger from her now completely soaked pussy.
“Trent. That was…it was…”
I sucked my finger dry of her juices, before finishing her statement for her. “The hottest thing I’ve seen in a very long time.”
Shit, she tasted good. Immediately, I wanted more. A lot more.
Before Brittany could respond, the phone on her desk buzzed. “Ms. Donahue?” Her assistant’s voice filled the office.
Her breath still came in pants, but Brittany reached around her and pressed the button on her phone. “Yes, Julie?”
“Your nine o’clock meeting is here. I was just wondering if—”
“I’ll be out in a few minutes,” Brittany interrupted.
I couldn’t help but smile as I watched her, still mostly naked from the waist down, go into work mode. Sexy didn’t even begin to describe this woman.
“I’m just finishing up with Mr. Thomas.”
I cocked an eyebrow as she turned her attention back to me. “Oh, we’re nowhere near finished.”
Brittany hopped off her desk and reached for her pants, but I already had them in my hand. She tilted her head. “Trent, I have a meeting. I—”
I silenced her with a kiss. Damn, I liked shutting her up that way. Especially because she responded so readily to my kisses.
I backed her up against her desk again and reached between her legs. The lace of her panties was soaked through.
“I’ll take those.” I stepped back. “For these.” I held her dress pants up.
“You want my panties?”
“Most definitely.”
She looked as if she were going to object, but her lips twitched up in a smile and she quickly removed them and handed them to me.
I tucked them into my pocket and kissed her one more time. Mostly because now that I had a taste, I truly couldn’t get enough. “I’ll see you tonight.” I turned for the door.
“Tonight? But I—”
I looked over my shoulder and held her eyes. “You said you’d listen to me, Brittany.”
“But…I…”
“Seven,” I said. “Hourglass.”
Chapter Six
Somehow I made it through my day. But I wasn’t sure how I did it when every single time I sat—or stood…or walked…or, did anything—my bare pussy rubbed against my slacks and set every nerve ending alight. Again.
Damn. I hadn’t come that way in a very long time.
Maybe it was the fact that it was completely taboo to have sex in my office. Or the fact that it had been a few months since I’d had a man’s touch on me instead of just my vibrator. But I didn’t think so. It was Trent.
Yes. It was definitely Trent.
I still couldn’t believe I’d just asked him point-blank to have sex with me.
No.
I’d asked him to play along with my little white lie. But it had been his idea to make an honest woman out of me. Judging by our quick little rendezvous, it had been a damn good idea, too.
I couldn’t wait to see what came next. Because as good as that had been, it had only been a taste and I needed more.
I almost laughed aloud at myself, because I’d never once in my life felt that way about a man, let alone one who was simply doing me a favor.
And what a favor it was.
By five o’clock, I’d given up. Focusing on work was completely pointless and I still had a few hours to kill before meeting Trent at Hourglass, a trendy cocktail bar downtown. He’d said seven.
He’d said.
Because I’d agreed to listen to him. A thrill ran up my spine at the thought. When had I ever listened to a man? Never. Even in my short-lived, sex-only relationships, I’d been the one in charge. And it’s not that what Trent and I were doing was anything like that. But still. I couldn’t deny it was an incredible turn-on to have someone else call the shots.
And most importantly, I wasn’t going to be lying to my friends when I reported back to them about how things had gone with Trent. Despite the fact that I’d been quick to tell them that little untruth, I wasn’t a liar. Especially not when it came to my best friends. Those girls had been through it all with me. And I with them. They were my family, and I would never do anything that would hurt them. Never.
Feeling a little guilty, I hit the button to bring up the group chat.
* * *
Anyone up for a chat?
* * *
Seconds later, Sandy’s face filled my screen. I laughed as I accepted the call.
“Tell me something to make my boring day more exciting.” She groaned. “Seriously, I love these kids, but I really need to get out more.” She sighed. “Maybe a vacation. Alone. Oh, what bliss. Can you even imagine? Oh my goodness, of course you can,” she added quickly. “Look who I’m talking to. You lucky thing. You always get to be alone.”
I grinned wickedly. “Except I wasn’t alone in my office this morning.”
It took Sandy a second to catch on to what I was saying. But when she did, she shrieked. Right as Abby joined the call.
“What’s going on? Why is Sandy screaming?”
I laughed. “I was just telling her that I might not have been completely alone in my office this morning.”
“What does that mean?”
“Yes,” Sandy added. “I mean, I think I know what it means. But what does it mean? Is it…oh!” Her hand flew to her mouth. “It is.”
“It is what?” Abby asked right as Jessie joined the call.
“What are we talking about?” she asked.
Sandy was quick to answer. “Just about whether Brittany was alone in her office this morning or not.”
“Which she clearly was not,” Abby joined in.
“Trent?” Jessie got straight to the point. “In your office?”
The fact that all my friends knew exactly how big a deal having any kind of hook-up in my office was impressed me. They knew my office was a sacred space. I didn’t screw around with my livelihood.
Until now.
“Seriously?” Jessie asked. “I mean, I kind of thought…well, I wasn’t sure what I thought. But I guess I didn’t think you would work so quickly.”
“I told you I was going to go for it, and I did.” I tried for nonchalant, but I wasn’t sure how successful I was with it. “And, it…well, let’s just say if this morning was any indication of what will go on, you ladies were definitely on to something.” Every word I spoke was true. One hundred percent. This may have started with the tiniest of lies, but there was nothing but the truth in what I’d just told them.
“Details!” Sandy’s face got uncomfortably close to the screen.
“Details about what?” Darla joined the chat. “What are we talking about?”
“Oh, just about Brittany here having some crazy-ass sex in her office with Trent.” Jessie was quick to fill her in.
“It wasn’t sex.” I hated to disappoint them, but one little tiny lie was enough. Nothing but the truth now. “But it was…well, it was close. And…” I blushed. Hard.
“You came.” It wasn’t a question, and Abby looked more than a little pleased with herself.
I nodded. “Very hard.”
“Fuck ya!”
“Good for you.”
