Three
“You don’t understand what I’m asking, do you?”
Rose’s throat felt dry. She couldn’t count on her hands how many times that night had played out in her mind. Which made everything he said sound dangerously like a proposition. And this was getting harder and harder to brush off as anything else.
“No, I’m not sure.”
“I’m asking how far you’re willing to go to keep your job.”
Rose tried to swallow. Her throat was too tight to get anything, and her mouth seemed parched.
“You mean—”
“I’m speaking in hypotheticals.”
“And if I said that I was willing to do anything?”
“Then we wouldn’t be talking about hypotheticals for very long,” he said.
“You mean…”
“I don’t mean anything,” he said. His handsome face was split by a handsome grin that made her knees a little weak. The implication of what he was saying already had them weak, and now it felt like she was going to lose her mind. “That would be extortion, and I’m not interested in extorting a pretty woman like yourself. I just want to know that I can trust everyone in my company.”
“You wanted to know…”
“How far you would go.”
“However far it took,” Rose breathed.
“That’s what I like to hear, Rose. That’s the kind of commitment that I want in my employees. Everything. Anything. And your husband? Which one gives first?”
“I don’t give a shit about my husband.”
“Then why are you marrying him?”
“I told you. It’s complicated.”
“Two girls, and he’s not the father?”
“No, he isn’t.”
“Well, there you go. You weren’t kidding. Complicated. I like that. You seem to be using your head here.”
“Thank you, sir.”
“Now, I’d like you to use that head a little more.”
“Sir?”
“Do I have to spell it out for you?”
He didn’t make any gesture, but the way that he said the words, and something about his posture drew her eyes to his crotch. When her eyes shot back up to meet his, he raised his eyebrows expectantly. “Come on, we haven’t got all day, Miss Sewell.”
An instant later she was on her knees, working the clasp on his slacks and pulling at the zipper. His cock was exactly how she remembered it. Not freakishly large. But big enough that it made her eyebrows raise in slightly surprise. Even half-hard, it seemed big. She took it in her hand and started working the shaft, pumping up and down.
The feeling of his manhood twitching in her hand was encouragement enough.
“I like you, Rose. You’re smart, driven, and you do what you have to in order to survive. With a body like yours, you could have gone a long way.”
“Could have?”
“You’ve had some time, haven’t you? You didn’t think to use your ‘assets’ to get promoted already?”
“I’m making an exception,” Rose said, and took him in her mouth. It was a stretch to get the whole thing in without letting her teeth drag. He didn’t seem to realize quite how small of an exception he was.
After all, she’d already slept with him. Now it was just a change of scenery. If that was all he wanted, to ‘force her’ to relive the single wildest night of her life, he wasn’t going to have to push hard.
She bobbed her head, trying to force him deeper into her throat. Her body tingled, readying itself to give him plenty of lubrication for when they moved onto the next phase. Dimly, Rose knew that there was a better-than-even chance that it wasn’t going to get the chance.
Her hormones didn’t seem to be on the same page, though, and they weren’t particularly interested in listening to her. And then he pulled himself out of her mouth.
“Can you stand up for me?”
“Sir?”
“On your feet and turn around.”
She did as she was told. She hoped she didn’t look excited about what was going to come next. This was supposed to be blackmail. She was supposed to hate it. If it were anyone else, she would have hated it. Would have refused. But she’d been looking for an excuse to fall back into her mystery man’s arms for a year now.
His hands toyed with her ass. His hands palmed at her ass cheeks. He pulled back and smacked hard enough to sting. It let out a sound that Rose worried someone else could hear. The blinds were drawn and the door was closed, but that didn’t mean that people couldn’t draw their own conclusions from the noises inside.
“Tell me you want it,” he said.
“Oh, fuck, I want it,” Rose whimpered. It didn’t take a great deal of acting to get herself to sound like she was desperate for it. She was.
He pulled her panties aside and pushed himself inside.
“Oh, fuck, you’re tight,” he growled. “Twins? You’re kidding.”
She let out a hum of pleasure at the feeling of his cock stretching her out. Before he’d fucked her the last time, it had never felt so full. And now it seemed even bigger. The venue made her clamp down with every part of her body, some part of her subconscious knowing that she wasn’t supposed to have anything in there while she was surrounded by offices.
“Oh, Sir. Please fuck me.”
“You really want this job, don’t you?”
“I want you to fuck me,” Rose said.
He started to move, his movements rough. He started at a slow rhythm, making sure to use every inch of his length. After a few thrusts he seemed to get into a groove, and his movements started to speed up until Rose felt as if she was going to lose her mind.
His hands dug into her hips with every thrust, the force of his hips slamming into hers pulling his fingers a little bit away from the crease of her hips with every thrust. His fingers dug in harder, trying to keep a grip. His thrusts grew even more forceful, then. His movements shortened until he was staying deep the whole time, just moving enough to drive himself the full depth with every thrust. All the way in.
Rose’s body shuddered under him as an orgasm overtook her. Her memories couldn’t possibly measure up to the reality of what she was experiencing. She wasn’t sure that she could work for this man. Not unless she ‘had to’ start the day with this every day. And then, for a second time in her life, Rose felt him stiffen behind her, felt his cock twitch, and felt him release a load of seed inside her.
If she was lucky, this time it wasn’t going to signal his running away for a year, and it wasn’t going to be the start of being a single mother of four instead of two.
Though with Duncan’s daddy’s money, it wasn’t going to be that bad.
But if she could have Duncan’s daddy’s money and her mystery-boss’s cock buried deep in her, that would be a compromise for the centuries.