Chapter Thirteen - Mac
“Come on,” I say, leading her over to the door. “Go ahead, open it.”
“Why?” Ellie asks suspiciously. “What’s in there? A lawyer? Are we going to have to fight out the details of this book? Because it’s none of your damn—”
“Eloise,” I say sharply, cutting her off. “Would you close your mouth and just open the door?”
She crosses her arms over her breasts.
Fucking breasts. Goddamned things are perfect. And Thursday’s dress might be sexy, but it certainly isn’t as interesting as Wednesday’s blouse. I wonder how many interesting blouses she has in her closet?
“I don’t appreciate the way you speak to me, Mr. Stonewall. It’s rude.”
“You know what?” I ask her, my patience wearing thin. She taps one of her designer shoes on the floor as she waits me out. “Never mind, I’ll open it myself.”
So I do. I twist the knob and throw the door open, revealing her office on the other side.
Her brand-fucking-new office.
“What the—?” Ellie says, uncrossing her arms and stepping into the room. “What is this?”
I smile. The old wood-paneled walls are now painted a bright white. The old metal desk is now a classic white writing desk, the heavy drapes my brother used to keep the sun at bay have been replaced with sheer white curtains, and the dark hardwood floor has a light blue rug that spans almost the entire area.
“What happened here?” Ellie asks, her eyes wide with surprise.
I shrug. “McAllister Stonewall happened.”
She actually laughs.
Finally. I finally made this girl laugh.
“When did you have time to hire a designer?”
“Designer? I got Bob from maintenance to swing by Sherman Williams and pick up some paint on his way in. Then he painted it this morning. It’s not a big room, only took about an hour. So while he was doing that I went shopping. It’s not designer, Eloise. Sorry. American Furniture Warehouse was calling my name. And it’s five minutes away.”
“You shopped for this stuff?” she asks, her fingertips tracing the light blue piping on the back of one of two white wingback chairs in front of her desk.
“Yeah,” I say, sticking my hands in my pockets and leaning back on my heels. “I did.”
“But…” She looks up at me with a weird look on her face. “Why?”
“It did smell like smoke, right? Heath’s fuck room wasn’t the right place for you.”
“Fuck room? He didn’t fuck girls in here.”
“Uh, yeah, he did, Ellie. Why do you think he had condoms in his desk drawer?”
“Gross.”
“I agree. So there you are. New office for new Ellie. I bet you’re sorry for being so bitchy two minutes ago.”
“Jesus, why do you open your mouth? You know, you had me going there for a second, but—”
“But what? How the hell can you be mad about a new office?”
“I’m not mad about the office. I love—” She stops talking and takes her phone out of her pocket, then texts whoever it is who just messaged her.
“You love what?” I ask.
She looks down at her screen for a few more seconds, then walks over to the connecting door and closes it, bending down to inspect the doorknob.
“What are you doing?”
“Checking for a lock. Did you give me this new office so you could burst in here whenever you wanted and have sex with me?”
But before I can answer there’s a huge commotion out in the Atrium. “What the hell?”
“Let me look,” Ellie says. She opens the door a crack. “Shit.”
“What?”
“Are we done here? Because Adeline is here to pick me up for drinks.”
“Adeline? You’re having drinks with Adeline tonight?”
“Yeah.” She beams a smile at me and then takes off her blazer to show off the dress. She goes from day to night in one second. I sigh, picturing how I pawed my way up her thighs this morning.
Jesus.
She drapes her jacket over the back of the desk chair, which is a very nice cream-colored leather that feels more like butter than butter. “The whole point of dressing up on Thursday is so we can go out Thursday night.”
“Right,” I say, walking over to her and slipping my hand behind her neck so I can pull her up into a kiss. She kisses me back, not even a struggle. I place my other hand on her breasts, squeezing as I slide my fingertips up into her hair and fist it. “But you haven’t seen the best part of the office yet.”
“I’m still quitting, McAllister,” she breathes into my mouth. “I appreciate the new office, but it’s not even close to enough. I’m not staying here. I’m sure the next girl will be very happy with it.”
“Don’t make up your mind yet, Eloise.”
“Don’t call me Eloise, McAllister.”
“Mac,” I say.
“Ellie,” she says back.
“We’re selling. Why not just stay until that’s done?”
“That could take years! No. I’ve been here too long and I need to fly the nest.”
I take my kisses to her ear, and she gives off a little shudder when my tongue traces the outline of her lobe. “We could have a lot of fun, Ellie.”
“I’m not your toy, Mac.”
“I’d be here every Thursday night. While you’re teasing me in your happy-hour dress.” I reach down to the hem of her dress and slide the silky fabric up her hips. She has thigh-high stockings on, complete with garter belt. Like she just walked out of a lingerie catalog. “Did you change? I didn’t even notice these this morning.”
“You were too busy attacking me, Mr. Stonewall.”
“I’d rip Thursday’s dress off you every week. Then sit you down on this desk,” I say, reaching around to her ass and lifting her up, placing her on the new desk. I position my body between her legs, one hand on each of her knees, and push them open.
“Mac,” she says, looking up into my eyes. “Why are you doing this to me? Just… Just find someone else to play office romance with.”
“I want to play with you. I’m intrigued. That whole message stream—”
“Shit,” she says, placing both hands on my chest to push me away.
But I grab both wrists and then place her hands on the growing bulge between my legs.
“I have to go,” she whines. “Adeline is waiting.”
“She’s not getting away from those fans any time soon. We can have a quickie.”
“Look,” Ellie says, trying to squirm her way out of this. “I’m really not into quickies, Mac. Seriously. I’m not the kind of girl who puts out on the first date. Hell, I don’t even put out on the third date. I’m the kind of girl who needs at least five dates before sex.”
“Five? Why so many?”
She rolls her eyes and groans.
“I’m kidding, Jesus. Five, fine, whatever. But we already had sex this morning. So how the hell do we get to five now?”
“It’s too late,” she says. “That’s my point. It would’ve been fun if I was in another place in my life, but I’m not. I’m leaving this job and I’m certainly not starting a relationship with my new boss thirteen days before that happens.”
“We’ll do five dates then. No sex for five dates.”
“What part of this aren’t you hearing? I’m not dating you.”
“I have news for you, Miss Hatcher. You are dating me. And this is date number one. I took you here, you got gifts, a little foreplay, and it counts as one.”
She tries to hide her smile by looking down at my dick, but then she gets embarrassed and flushes a bright pink. I take this opportunity to slip my hand between her legs and play with her pussy.
“Mac,” she whispers, placing her hand over mine. “We’re not having sex.”
I withdraw, but then grab her hand and place it where mine just was. “Fine. We won’t. But that doesn’t mean you can’t get off before you go out for a night with the girls.” She opens her mouth to protest, but I place my hand tightly over her lips and lean in. “Don’t worry, I won’t touch you. Only you can touch you. I’ll just touch me.”
Her eyes dart down to my hand as it unbuckles my belt, releases the button and zipper, and fists my long, hard cock.
She’s still staring at my hand when I wiggle my fingertips against her pussy again. “Get busy, Miss Hatcher, or I’ll have to take care of business for you.”
Ellie’s chest rises and falls rapidly, like her heart is beating wildly. God, it fucking turns me on.
“I want to rip this whole fucking dress off you, bend you over, and fuck you from behind.”
“If you do,” she says softly, “then we start the five dates over again.”
“Ahhh.” I laugh. “So we’re on, then? This is date one. But I get something too. Every date I get to tell you what to do and you have to do it.”
“Like what?” she exclaims.
“Get naked and pour me coffee? Isn’t that what office romances are all about? Maybe tie your hands with my tie? Make you bend over and pick up paperclips.” I chuckle at the stupidity of it. She’s not laughing, but that’s OK. “With no underwear on?”
“No one does that,” she says. “That’s some porn-movie fantasy that only men have.”
“Really? Only men, huh?” I finger her pussy again and she’s slick. So fucking ready. “I think you’re having that fantasy right now. So date number one, we play with ourselves until we come. Deal?”
“That’s not my idea of a date, Mac.”
God, I love hearing her say my name. “It is now. And I already explained the reasons why it qualifies. So deal?”
“What do I have to lose?” she says. “Except my dignity.”
“How am I robbing you of that by doing this? It’s fun, Ellie. And no one has to know.”
“People already know.”
“They don’t know shit. So tell me it’s a deal and we can get busy. You have no idea how much I looked forward to coming into work today just so I could see you. But we can save that conversation until tomorrow’s date. Now play with your pussy until I tell you to stop.”
She shakes her head no, but she’s chewing on that fingernail again. I’m getting the feeling that the fingernail chew means she likes something, but is afraid to admit she likes it.
“Do it,” I command. “Now. Before someone walks in.”
She glances over at the door with wide eyes.
“You like that, don’t you? You like the idea of getting caught. I can tell.”
“Why—”
“Do it, Ellie. I’m tired of asking.”
She sighs big and I know I’ve won. All I have to do is say it again and she’s going to give in. “Now,” I growl. “Put your hand between your legs and let’s have some fun.”
I get started first, squeezing my cock, and then start moving my hand up and down my shaft as I stare at her.
She leans back a little, propping herself up with one hand on the desk. She slips her fingers underneath her black mesh panties that match her stockings and garters, and then I almost die as she begins stroking herself in small slow circles.
Oh, fuck, yeah. I grip my cock harder and then ease back into her pretty leather chair, scooting my body down a little and stretching out my legs until our knees bump.
And then I match my rhythm with hers. My fist goes up to the tip of my head as she strokes herself, then back down, slamming into the base of my shaft as one of her fingers slides in and out of her thoroughly wet pussy.
“Push your fingers in deeper,” I say in a raspy voice. She does, and when they come back out they are gleaming and slick. It takes every bit of self-control I have not to stand up, step forward and ease myself inside her.
I bet she wouldn’t say no. I bet she’d come all over my dick. I bet she’d probably try to scream with delight before I could cover her mouth with my hand.
But I don’t do that.
A deal is a deal. Five dates with nothing but foreplay.
I can deal. I can handle it. In fact, I think this might be the most fun I ever had not having sex.
She’s close, I can tell. The one arm supporting her weight falters, then buckles and she is lying back on the desk, her legs open wide. Her fingers are wet, her teeth clenching as she finds her climax.
I pump my dick harder, faster, and then I lean over, lift her dress out of the way, and shoot my come all over her bare stomach as she watches.
We both go still for a few moments. Nothing but our matched heavy breathing. And then I break the moment. “I can deal with no sex,” I say, walking over to my office.
“Wait!”
“Wait what? I’m gonna get you a towel to clean up with. Be right back.”
“Mac—”
I open my office door and walk over to the bathroom, grab a towel and then go back into Ellie’s office and wipe the semen off her stomach.