Chapter 28
Kason
Finally, after almost a fucking week, I had things under control at work. We were over a week past our deadline, and it had taken the entire staff more time than I wanted to admit to get that damn prototype up and running. I’d had to take the entire fucking thing apart before I’d broken down the code and realized someone in the coding department had screwed it up, so I had everyone put it back together while I took a trip down to the coding floor. I ripped them a new one, pulled up the code on a screen, fixed it in front of their fucking eyes, and told them I wanted to know who was responsible for that source code. One of the workers raised their hand, and I told them that unless they wanted to lose their job, they needed to take some time off work. After berating the technical department for getting it wrong and threatening my CFO’s job, I didn’t feel I had a leg to stand on in terms of having someone’s job. But the code was simple. No one in that room should’ve fucked it up. People were going to take time off, and in the meantime, I was going to implement a coding class for them to take in their spare time without pay.
When I got grumbles, I told them to do their job better and left.
I was so preoccupied with the project and getting shit shipped out that I didn’t even stop to think about how much Hanna was trying to contact me. She had texted me a few times and I’d responded, but my days and nights were insane as I tried to rectify the situation and I couldn’t be there for her. I missed the fuck out of her and wanted her here. If she had been my secretary, she would’ve been just outside that office door and able to help me through this. She would’ve told me to go home and work on it later, or she would’ve bent her beautiful little ass over my desk and told me to fuck her senseless. Either way, I would’ve listened. She had a soothing voice of reason and a command over me that I didn’t understand. It was why I loved dominating her in the bedroom.
Because I had no control over myself when it came to her when we weren’t having sex.
I wanted to text her all the time. I wanted to return all her calls and send her dirty pictures and call her at two in the morning just as I was coming into my hand with her name falling from my lips. I wanted to take her to dinner before she started school again. I wanted to see her all dolled up and sitting at the secretarial desk I had imported just for her. I wanted to see her every time I walked out of my fucking glass door. I wanted to hold her at night and listen to her moans and whimpers of pleasure. I wanted to feel her hands in my hair and I wanted to run my fingers through hers. I just wanted to hear her fucking voice. She fucked me up in ways I didn’t understand, and I loved every single second of it.
But she’d been clear about her unwillingness to be in a relationship. When this had all started and she’d been baby crazy as fuck, she’d told me she didn’t even want to deal with the father of her child. She didn’t want the drama that came with a man trying to dictate her every move. She didn’t want to go to the lavish dinners and have a man treat her right. She wanted a child by a man who didn’t want anything else from her, and that was the offer she’d posed to me. That right there told me exactly what I needed to know about her mindset when it came to a relationship.
But holy fuck, I missed the hell out of her.
That was a good thing though, I thought. I’d never had a fucking decent relationship anyway. I just wined and dined women I wanted to screw, and when I got bored with their bodies, they went and found their “forever” guy. I was the stepping stone they took to make themselves look worthy to other men. If you could bag Kason Marx, the man who was known for treating women with the utmost respect before fucking them stupid into my mattress, then you were good for anyone! All the women I dated either found their husbands after they had their fun with me or they kept themselves on my speed dial just in case I ever decided to have a relationship. I never planned to wed any of them because they were all fucking airheads.
Hanna was beautiful, intelligent, and had a spunk that was unmatched by any woman I had ever met. But I had no idea how to run a functional relationship with a woman. Hell, I had no idea how to pay a woman any attention after the first couple of weeks! Hanna deserved better than that, and that was the real reason I wasn’t returning her texts or phone calls.
I didn’t want to give her the impression that I could do this, and I didn’t want to get any more attached than I already was.
She’d called me this morning and I had let it go to voice message. I hadn’t gotten back from the office until four in the morning, after boxing up all that shit and getting it shipped off as soon as I could. I just fell onto my bed face first with my clothes still on. I heard the phone ringing and picked it up to make sure it wasn’t work. The moment I saw Hanna’s name, everything inside me wanted to pick up the phone. I wanted to hear her voice and listen to her laugh and talk to her about her plans for her internship. But before I could do that, I had to arrange the jet to pick her up.
So, I let the call go to voice message again and instead sat up after only getting five hours of sleep and called HR. I confirmed that they had everything set up for her, I called the CFO to have him make sure the desk was done being set up, and then I called my pilot and asked him when he was available. I told him to give me all the dates and times he could fly out to Seattle and pick up my new secretary. I needed to have a room prepped for her in my home just in case she couldn’t go to campus and set up early before school started.
Then I decided I needed a fucking shower.
The issue with working at the office for days at a time was that it didn’t have a shower. I didn’t have any way to clean up except by brushing my teeth and wash my face at the bathroom sink. I could smell myself in my own bed. I rolled out after jotting down the dates and times my stand-by pilot had for me. Then I dragged myself into the bathroom to take a shower before I called Hanna back. I was going to call her to set up this flight and figure out her living arrangements until school started back up, but I couldn't shake the fact that I was just excited to talk to her again. To hear her voice and listen to her giggle and talk to her about the next time I would see her.
I was being Kason Marx’d by my best friend’s sister, and I couldn’t have cared less.
I ran the hottest water I could stand and stepped into the stream of water. Hanna was on my mind, and I couldn’t shake her from it. The more she sat there, the more our memories surfaced. The way she would eat her food off her fork and the way her lips would curl around the straw of her drink. The way her hips lightly swished when no one was looking and the way the swish got deeper when she knew I was watching her. I thought about the way her eyes looked so innocent and yet were filled with so many filthy thoughts and emotions whenever she was sucking my cock. I thought about the way her legs felt wrapped around my ears.
Her body was so fucking sexy in the moonlight, but she was especially sexy when she was covered in sweat.
I thought about that night in the greenhouse and how we couldn’t stop pouring sweat over each other’s bodies. My ass slid down to the bottom of my massive walk-in shower, and I slowly began to pump my dick. I remembered how tight her pussy was around me and how her walls seemed to yield to my presence. My hand began to squeeze my dick while I worked it slowly up and down. I couldn’t help it when her name dripped from my lips.
“Hanna…”
I saw her in my mind, sitting on my lap and rolling her hips on top of me while she buried my face in her bosom. I remembered exactly how her nipples grew between my lips whenever I suckled them. She’d throw her head back and moan, and I felt myself grow thicker in my hands. I worked myself quicker while images of her flashed through my mind. Images of her bent over while I spanked her sweet little ass. Images of her tight asshole that I had plans of taking before work intervened with its asinine stupidity. Images of her with her eyes screwed shut while I threw her over the edge time and time again with nothing but my tongue. Images of me ramming into her from behind while her body shook for me.
I felt my balls hang with want before they slowly began to curl into my body.
“Hanna. Oh, Hanna. Fuck, yes.”
I wanted to feel her again. I wanted her mouth latched onto my neck and that tight little pussy of hers slammed onto my cock. I wanted her bent over my desk with her glistening slit dripping on my tongue. I wanted her spit dripping down her face while she swallowed my cock whole. I wanted to hear my name fall from her lips while she choked out her orgasm. I wanted to feel her hair between my fingers as I ran them through her tangled tendrils after we were spent and panting for air in our puddles of sweat.
“Yes. Yes. Shit. Oh, hell, Hanna.”
I shot my white streams out onto my stomach while I thought about her swallowing it down. I leaned myself fully against the shower wall while the hot water of the shower head slowly washed it all away. I looked up at the removable shower head and thought about all the ways I could torture that pink pussy of hers while I made her stare into my eyes. All at once, I realized what I needed to do.
I needed to call Hanna back and get her ass out to my company.
I needed to have her with me so I knew she was protected and all right. I needed her away from Marcus because if he prodded her enough about us, she would cave. I needed to shield her from the criticism he would throw her way if he ever found out. I needed to feel her skin against my fingertips. I was going to surprise her with it. After all, after practically ignoring her for a week and a half, it was what she deserved: a nice surprise that would put a smile on her face.
Fuck, what had this woman done to me?