Mine to Keep, page 10
I quickly go back to my desk, seeing he’s on the phone. I wait for a second to see if he’ll get off, but after a minute, I turn around and start on that list of things Sofia asked me for. “Hey, are you going out for lunch?” Kayla asks when she stops by my desk.
“Actually,” I say, grabbing my bag, “I think I will.” I wasn’t planning on it, but he’s pissed me off.
I get up, walking to his closed door and knocking twice on it when Kevin comes around. “Are you ready?” he asks, putting on his suit jacket.
“Come in,” Caine barks from his side of the door. I open it, this time wider than just sticking my head in.
“I’m going out for lunch,” I tell him, and he looks over my head toward Kevin, who stands behind me. “Do you want me to bring you back anything?” I ask, and again, I want to kick myself for being nice. I should have just left a Post-it on his door with the words Out to Lunch.
“I’m fine,” he says, and I nod, closing the door before walking out. Kevin and Kayla both chat along the way. The mood is light, and I have a salad before returning back to work. His office door is open when I get back. While I’m storing my bag under my desk, I hear him bark out my name.
“Grace,” he snaps it almost as if I’m in trouble. My heart beats a touch faster than it normally does. “Can you come in here?”
“Ugh,” I mumble, walking into his office with a huge smile on my face.
“You rang?” I walk into the office.
“Close the door,” he orders me as he holds up a remote in his hand and presses a button for the shades.
“Fuck,” I mouth before turning to face him. I walk toward the middle of the room. Standing in front of his desk, I put my hands together in front of me. Maybe you shouldn’t have poked the bear, my head screams, and just ignored him.
He sits up straight in his chair. His hair looks like he just ran his hands through it. His white button-down shirt is rolled up at the sleeves, and you can see his silver Rolex on his wrist. “We need to talk.”
The minute he says those words, my stomach sinks to my feet in a swish. I knew this day would come when he would eventually fire me, but I didn’t think it would bother me so much. “Do we?” I tilt my head to the side. “I can’t wait for this,” I mumble. If he is going to fire me, I’m not going to make it easy on him. Fuck that. Not that he is going to give a shit either way, but at least I’ll go down with my head held high.
“I don’t know if you know this, but there is a policy in the employee handbook that no two coworkers can date each other if they are both employed by the company at the same time.”
I look at him confused. “Okay,” I say to him, “noted.”
“My office is drama-free,” he says, and I really thought this conversation was going one way, but now I have no fucking idea which way it’s actually going. “And I want for it to continue to be that way.”
“I’m sorry.” I hold up one hand. “I’m so confused as to what is happening right now.”
“Don’t do that.” He shakes his head, his eyes never leaving mine.
“I honestly can say, without a shadow of a doubt, I have no idea why you’re saying what you are or what you are talking about.”
“Dammit,” he snaps and pushes away from his desk, coming toward me.
My heart beats so hard in my chest I’m surprised my white shirt isn’t moving. He comes over to stand in front of me, his blue eyes like ice. “I’m talking about the fact you have a boyfriend and then you are stringing Kevin along.” His voice is tight and low.
“Okay, hold on a second. One, I don’t have a boyfriend,” I deny, and he rolls his eyes at me. “JB is my cousin. You’re so irritating. And two, I’m not stringing anyone along. Not that it’s any of your business,” I say, my own voice tight, “but I’m not dating Kevin, nor do I want to, and for the record.” I take a step toward him, my eyes going into slits. “Your employee handbook is a crock of shit. You can’t tell me who I can and can’t date. It’s violating so many rights it's not even funny. Also, for someone who went to law school, you should know that it won’t hold up in court. You can have something in place and frown upon it, but if all parties are still performing at a certain level, the point is then moot.”
“Don’t fucking lie to me,” he accuses, and I don’t know when I got so in his space, or when he got into my space, but either way, it’s like we are chest to chest.
“There is no reason for me to lie to you.” I put my hands on my hips. “Also, why would I lie to you? For what reason?” I wait for him to answer, and finally, it’s me who snaps and not him. “I’m not playing this game with you anymore,” I tell him. “This hot and cold bullshit is infuriating. I can’t do it anymore.”
“What does that mean?” he asks. Even I don’t know what it means, but I know I deserve better than this job.
“It means you win,” I finally say softly, hoping like fuck I don’t either cry in front of him or he says something, and I kick him in his junk. “I quit.” His eyes go big. “So, what, I’ll be unemployed, I can get another job,” I state, trying to convince myself. “One where my boss actually sees all the hard work I do.” I glare at him. “One where I’m not going to be plotting his murder every hour of every single day.” His eyes stare into mine. “One where he doesn’t drive me to the brink of drinking.” I don’t get to say another word because now he’s so close to me that our chests are definitely touching. I shake my head, needing to get away from him. I turn and walk to the closed door. My hand grips the door handle, and I turn back to say one last thing to him. “One where my boss likes me.” My hand turns the knob. “Maybe even respects me.”
It happens so fast I’m not expecting it. The door slams shut, even before it opens, his hand on top of my hand. I can feel his chest against my back, and I make the mistake of turning around to face him. My chest rises and falls as if I just finished at the gym, my breathing is coming in pants. “I like you more than I should.” His voice is so low that if I wasn’t in front of him, I wouldn’t be able to hear him. “You drive me absolutely fucking crazy.” His head comes closer to mine. “Fucking crazy.” That’s the last thing he says before my breath hitches, and he kisses me. My eyes stay open for a second to make sure I’m actually seeing this and not daydreaming about him.
His tongue slides into my mouth, and my eyes can’t even stay open. His hands grip my hips, pulling me to him, and I feel his hard cock against my stomach, making me moan. His tongue goes deeper into my mouth. My arms wrap around his neck as his tongue goes around and around with mine. Both of our tongues are in a fight to see who will win, and frankly, I think both of us win. I’ve been kissed before, but this kiss, this kiss feels different. I don’t know if it’s because of all the pent-up sexual energy I have. I don’t know if it’s because all I’ve been dreaming about since I started working for him is him kissing me like this.
Except the dreams of him kissing me were nothing, and I mean nothing, compared to this kiss. It’s electric. I feel like my whole body is on fire. Every single cell in my body is being merged. His hands move from my hips to my ass as he presses me deeper against him. “Caine.” I take a second to pant out his name before going back to attack his lips. His tongue quickly invades my mouth. He palms my ass in his hands, my back arching into him. It’s his turn to moan. My greedy mouth swallows it down before he wraps one arm around my waist, lifting me. My legs automatically lock around him, my pussy right on his cock as he pushes me into the door.
“Caine,” I say his name, arching my back, his hand moving up to cup my tits as his body holds me in place. My head goes to the side as his mouth attacks my neck, making me move my hips up and down on his cock. The friction of my panties makes me shiver, or maybe it’s the way he just pinched my hardened nipples. Either way, I feel like I’ve just drunk a pint of sweet tea, and I’m floating on air. “Caine.” This time, his eyes find mine, and I see he’s just as gone as I am.
“Grace,” he breathes my name in a whisper.
I lean forward, biting his lower lip and then sliding my tongue into his mouth. His hands knead my breasts before he rolls my nipples at the same time, my tits wanting to be freed from my shirt. I want his skin on my skin. I have never in my life been this desperate for another man. I have never lost all of my senses over a kiss. I have never wanted anything more in my life than the way I want Caine. Never. The good, the bad, the cranky. I want all of them. My hips move up and down on his cock, trying to do the length, but I can’t. My clit aches to be touched, petted, licked, fuck… anything. The more he pinches my nipples, the faster my hips start to move. I can’t even control it. “I need,” I gasp once before finding his tongue again. I feel his whole body over me. I feel him pushing his body into mine, harder into the door, his hips moving to help me out, and if we didn’t have any clothes on, he would be buried inside me. Fucking me against the door, and I don’t think I would care. “Yes,” I hiss right before my stomach gets tight. “Yes,” I say in a whisper, “right there.” My hips buck. “I’m—” He swallows my moan as I come on his cock like a sex-deprived woman. My orgasm rips through me, and he lets me hump his cock until I’m no longer moving. His hands grip my hips to slowly let me down, my legs unlocking from his waist.
I can’t even look up at him I’m so embarrassed. I literally humped his covered cock. Who does that? Me, that’s who. I’m staring at his chest when he says my name. “Grace.”
“Not now,” I say softly, “just give me a second.” I avoid looking at him, instead making sure my dress is down before turning and walking out of his office. I close the door behind me, and luckily, everyone is busy doing their own thing, so no one watches me rush to the bathroom.
I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror as I turn on the cold water. My lips are swollen from being kissed. My eyes are dilated, and my chest is still huffing. “What did you just do?” I ask my reflection, wetting my hands before placing them on my cheeks, trying to cool them down from looking like they are on fire. My head falls forward and I close my eyes and all I can see is Caine. His eyes looking into mine. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” I chant over and over again.
Taking a deep inhale and making sure my cheeks are now the same color as the rest of my face, I make my way back to my desk. His office door is still closed and so are his shades. No doubt he’s in there trying to avoid his horny secretary, who came on his cock while the cock was still in his pants.
I catch movement from the side and see a blond lady walking toward me. She’s wearing tight blue jeans with holes in the knees, a white bodysuit with a pink-and-white Chanel jacket. I know it’s a Chanel jacket because I just got one from my grandmother. She’s also wearing nude-colored high heels. Her blond hair looks like she just walked out of the beauty salon. I’m expecting her to walk past my desk when she stops. “I’m here to see Caine.”
“Oh,” I say, a bit frazzled since he didn’t have any appointments today. “Did you have an appointment?” I look at the screen.
“I don’t need an appointment,” she states, her tone totally annoyed. “Tell him his wife is here.”
fourteen
Caine
I stand with my fists spread out against the desk in front of me and my eyes closed as I try to steady my erratic heartbeat. But it doesn’t help with my eyes closed because all I can picture is me holding Grace against the door. Her fucking feet locked behind me as I pushed my cock against her like a horny teenager. “Good God,” I mumble. I completely attacked her. I close my eyes again, but it’s mistake number two in the last minute because my already hard cock gets even harder. I have never, and I mean never, lost control like I did today. In my office. I’m a grown-ass adult, so I should be able to control myself. She left for lunch, and I spent the whole time trying to calm myself down.
I even tried calling my mother to talk about Meadow and maybe visiting her in a couple of weeks. But the more time she spent at lunch, the more anxious and irritated I became. Then she walked in as if she didn’t have a care in the world. Looking all beautiful and happy, she made me even angrier that she was having this effect on me.
So, I snapped and called her into my office. What was going to happen, I had no clue. But then she stunned me when she quit on me. She stood there with her head high and shoulders back, and refused to take anything I was going to dish out to her. Instead of keeping my head clear, all I could think of was tasting her lips. Devouring her. Feeling her against me to see if she fit as well as she did in my dreams. I’ve spent the past two weeks jerking off to her, telling myself every single time it was wrong.
The kiss rocked my world. It’s like the roller coaster I was on suddenly did the dive down and all I could do was hang on for the ride. The knock on the door has me jump, and I turn around with her name on my lips, “Grace,” at the same time the door opens without me saying anything.
Grace stands there, her lips still a bit plump from me kissing the shit out of her. But her face, where before was tinted pink, is now pale white like a ghost. “Your wife is here.”
I don’t even have a chance to say anything to her before Marylin saunters in. “Darling.” She holds out her arms as she walks toward me. My eyes go from her to Grace, who avoids looking at me before she quietly closes the door. I’m about to call her back in here when Marylin grabs my face in her hands, turning my eyes toward her. “I missed you,” she says right before she kisses my lips, and my dick shrivels at the same time.
I move my face away from hers so fast I’m surprised I don’t get whiplash. “Marylin.” I take a step away from her. “What the fuck?” I wipe off her lipstick from my mouth.
Her hands fall from my face, and she plants them on my chest. “You look good, Caine.” She plays with one of my buttons. “You always looked good in a suit.” She smirks at me. “You look better naked.” She arches her chest and lifts one of her legs. “You always looked better naked.”
“Marylin,” I grit her name between clenched teeth, “what are you doing here?”
“Well, you wouldn’t take my calls.” She dumps her purse in one of the chairs before she walks over to the couch, sitting down and crossing her legs. She takes off her tweed jacket and tosses it aside, leaving her in a low-cut bodysuit. Any lower and her nipples would have been out. Her tits look like two small oranges. She stretches her arms on the back of the couch. “Are you going to come and sit with me?” She winks at me while her top leg swings back and forth.
“I think I’m good,” I tell her, standing here looking at her. “Now, what are you doing here again?” I put my hands on my hips.
“Well, as per our last conversation.” She taps the back of the couch with one nail. “I was thinking long and hard, and, well, I’ve decided.” She pauses for a second, and I don’t know if she’s thinking about the words she has to say or if it’s for dramatic effect. Knowing Marylin, I’m going to say it’s all about the dramatic. “I have been thinking.” If I could roll my eyeballs in the back of my head, I would. Also, when did her voice sound like nails on a chalkboard? “I think I was a little too hasty.”
“About?” I ask her, really not knowing where she’s going with this. That’s not right, I think I know where she’s going with this, and I also know that road has come to an end. Not only that, but there is also a huge meteor that came down from the sky and left a gaping black hole.
“About us,” she huffs. “I wasn’t ready back then for the whole husband-and-kid thing.” I stare at her for a couple of seconds, trying to make sure I heard her right.
“Husband-and-kid thing?” I laugh sarcastically. “And what, you think you are now?”
“Yes,” she answers without skipping a beat. “I’ve been thinking about it over and over, and what we had was amazing.”
“Yeah?” I say, folding my arms over my chest. “Which part?” I ask, and she looks at me like a deer caught in the headlights. “Was it the part where you left your newborn daughter to go home?” I ask. “Was it the part where you took me to court and sued me for alimony?” Her face goes from trying to be seductive to almost angry.
“That wasn’t my fault!” she shrieks. “My lawyer did that.”
“Did he?” I now can’t help but roll my eyes. “Did he also cash the checks every single month?”
“You can’t blame me for that.” She puts one of her hands to her chest. “I had to survive.”
“Getting a job wouldn’t have helped that?” I ask, and she gasps.
“I was recovering from having your child.” She gawks.
“She’s four.” I hold up my four fingers.
“I want to start over,” she declares, ignoring what I just said. “I want to have a fresh start. I want us to be a family again.”
I laugh and close my eyes, putting my thumbs and middle fingers on my temples. “You never answered me. What did we have that was so amazing?”
“The sex,” she gloats, smiling at me.
“That’s all you have?” I ask. “Let me tell you what was amazing.” I stare at her. “My daughter being born. Holding my daughter in my arms. Caring for my daughter. Watching her crawl for the first time. Seeing her take her first step. When she said Dada for the first time. When she blew a kiss at me with her one tooth sticking out. The list goes on and on, except you aren’t in any of them.”
“But I want to be.” She now sits up straight.
“That’s good to know,” I tell her, and she smiles, “but I don’t want you.”
She chuckles and stands up, pushing her chest out and cocking her hip to the side. “Why don’t you take me out on a date?”
“Umm.” I point at her. “Because I don’t want to.” Because you don’t have blue eyes that I can’t stop thinking about. Because you don’t have a smile that lights up your whole face and makes me want to do nothing but keep it there the whole time. Because you aren’t Grace.
