Chapter 10

Charlie

“Charlie!”

His voice fell heavily on my ears and I felt my gut sink to my toes. I’d tried my hardest to hop on this bullshit my boss was trying to sell, but everything inside of me wanted to jump him where he stood. His tailored suit dripped off his body and hugged every single crevice I could remember feeling with my hands back in Helsinki, and his voice rang out across the bar.

Beckoning me back to him—like I wanted him to.

Even as I turned around, I told myself we couldn’t do this again. He was my boss, I was his employee, and I didn’t want him favoring me in the office. If we continued these affairs and moments now that we were back here in Miami, he’d favor me just to get in my pants. Soon, we’d move from one of our bedrooms to the supply closets at work, and push boundaries just for the thrill of it.

I know I pushed boundaries just for the adrenaline rush, and L would be no different.

Even as I spun around on my heels and sank my eyes into his from across the room, my mind screamed that this was just a one-time thing. The moment people caught wind of what we were doing, I’d be history. In order to restore normalcy, L would have to fire me. In order to restore his reputation and keep the morals he had ingrained into his company, he would have to transfer me.

In order to not seem like a hypocrite, he would have to break me.

But he looked so incredible and I could smell his cologne as he approached me from across the room. He picked up a random pink drink that was set on the bar for someone else before reaching into his pocket and mindlessly throwing a $50 bill in its place. He strode towards me, with his hardened blue eyes and strong, broad shoulders, then held the drink out for me to take just as his body heat radiated against my skin.

“Have a drink with me,” he said.

Three drinks later, a mariachi band hit the stage. I’d never been in this bar before, but the moment they struck up their music my hips were swaying to the beat. The bartender kept the pink cocktail coming while L grasped a plastic cup that had some sort of amber liquid in it, and I felt his hips behind me while I gyrated across the floor.

The trumpets were calling out and the drums rattled my ribcage. I couldn’t understand a fucking word they were singing about, but soon my hand was within L’s and the smile that graced his cheeks was so wide it closed his eyes. He twirled me around next to our table, our shoulders moving and our feet dancing, and for the first time everything from work fell into the background.

There was only me, him, the music, and our beat.

He twirled me into him before he set his drink down, then he plucked mine from between my fingers before his nose tickled my ear. I tipped my head off to the side, giving him room, as he wrapped his arms around me, interlocking our fingers while his breath danced along my neck. My God, it felt incredible to be back in his arms, and I could feel the alcohol eroding my walls while he slowly ground his hips into my ass.

“You smell divine,” he said into my skin.

“And you feel so strong,” I said.

He chuckled into my skin and it caused goosebumps to ricochet up my arms. He pulled me close to him while we swayed to the music, our hips following one another’s while we both let loose. I knew I was treading in dangerous territory. I knew that at any moment, someone would want to get away from the office and walk right into the screaming mariachi bar. They would see us, wrapped up in one another, and our entire bubble would be burst.

Our secret would be out.

I’d be the dick-sucking queen everyone already thought I was.

Just as we finished our drinks, I realized neither of us would be able to get home alright. We agreed to split a cab as we leaned on each other out of the bar, and his arm flagged one down so we could get in. He agreed to see me to my apartment complex and then he would text me whenever he got home, and that was going to be just that.

But, when we sat down next to one another, the air in the back of the cab crackled with electricity.

The sharpest knife couldn’t cut through the tension between the two of us and I saw his cock throbbing visibly underneath his pants. My nipples were hardened against my bra and I could see how taut his muscles were, so I made a bold move and slid my hand onto his thigh. He jumped at my touch, his muscle contracting underneath the feeling of my warm hand.

And as I turned my head to look at him, he turned his gaze to look into my eyes.

He threw himself at my body, tackling me in the cab as his lips latched onto mine. My free hand flew to his hair while the other was trapped underneath his body, and our tongues danced like fire lapping at the heels of a kerosene can. He was panting against my body, breathing me in while his tongue raked along the insides of my cheeks, and my teeth clattered against his while his hands made their way up my shirt.

“Fuck, Charlie,” he said, groaning. “You taste so good.”

His voice melted whatever small piece of the wall remained and I laid my teeth into his neck. I felt his pulse point underneath my tongue, beating rapidly while his cock pressed against my leg. He shifted so he was between my legs, freeing my hand so it could claw at his back, and my lips kissed down his neck as I nipped at every available piece of skin he had to offer.

“Fuck,” he said.

I felt his hand slide up my shirt and palm my clothed breast. He wanted access to what I had given him before. He wanted to feel my tit in his hand and suckle it with his lips, and just the remembrance of how his warm tongue felt on my nipple caused me to spill into my jeans.

Holy fuck, how wild it would drive him when he realized I wasn’t wearing underwear.

The cab came to a stop and he threw his door open wildly. He ripped me into an upright position before pulling me out of the cab, and we both stumbled up the steps to my complex before I got us buzzed in. He slammed me into the wall of the elevator, his lips attacking my chest as he pulled my shirt down. I heard something rip behind me, busting me at the seams before I felt my tits fall forward in freedom, and that’s when I realized he had popped my bra completely off my body.

I giggled as his lips attacked my skin, and when the elevator doors opened I tugged him to my door. My fingers trembled as I tried to get my key into the lock, but all he did was take it from me and open my door himself.

“That’s a bit better,” he said.

“Would you like to come in?” I asked, fluttering my gaze up to him.

“Oh, I would definitely like to come,” he said, growling.

He pushed me into my apartment before his leg darted out and kicked the door closed. He spun me around, giving me a moment to lock the door, but by the time I could gather myself he was already ripping my jeans down my legs. My pussy came into view, glistening for his viewing pleasure as I heard him drop to his knees, and a devilish chuckle peeled from between his lips when he realized the surprise I had underneath my pants.

“Oh, you naughty fucking woman,” he said.

He parted my legs before he dove into my depths, pinning me to the wall as his tongue licked my slit. He tweaked my clit just right, pressing and swirling and flicking its tip. I jumped with every stroke as I swung a leg over his shoulder for leverage, and it gave him just enough of an angle to slip one of his fingers deep into my pussy.

“Oh, shit,” I said breathlessly. “Fucking eat that pussy.”

“Oh, I plan on it,” he said.

He dove back in, slurping me up and licking every single wall my pussy had. His finger crooked right up against that spot his dick rubbed so perfectly, and my drunken haze helped me to unravel right there against my door for him. My body twitched and shook, my pussy walls clamping down around his finger, and suddenly I was cumming right into his hand while my juices dripped into his palm.

“Yes! Yes! Holy fuck, L!”

I slowly slid down the door when he released my clit with a pop, and I sunk to my knees as I tried to catch my breath. This man knew how to press every single solitary button I adored, and I knew nothing I would be able to say to myself rationally would ever keep me away from him. Whenever he would crook his finger, I would be there just for him.

And hell be damned the fucking rules of the office.

“Open wide,” he said.

I looked up and saw his massive cock sitting at my lips and I threw myself onto it. I opened my mouth and took all of him I could before I wrapped my hand around his base. The way his hands wrapped themselves into my hair made me moan around his dick, and it twitched in delight while I wound my free arm around his thigh.

“God, your mouth is so warm, just like I thought it would be. I’ve been thinking about it all day,” he said.

Holy shit, he’d been thinking of me. My body warmed at the idea that this big, bad, powerful man was thinking of my lips around his dick while he worked. He had just scored the biggest financial weekend of his career, and he was thinking about me guzzling his dick down. He was thinking about me drinking his cum and digging my fingernails into his thigh and sucking him off until his balls curled up into his body.

And that’s exactly what I would give him while I was down on my knees.

I dug my fingernails into the back of his thigh and he hissed in excitement. His hips started at a furious pace, making the tip of his cock touch the back of my throat. My eyes flickered up to him as tears streamed down my face, juggling the act of suppressing my gag reflex and breathing while his thrusts pounded my face.

“Just like I imagined,” he said with a whisper. “Holy fuck, Charlie.”

I hollowed out my cheeks and squeezed the base of his dick. His legs began to tremble and I heard his hand thud against the wall, and that was my cue. His body was giving out and I saw his balls pull up into his body, and his dick shivered with its orgasm as my hands planted onto his ass cheeks. I dug my nails in, pulling him as deep as I could take him. I wanted to feel him against my throat while his dick twitched on my tongue. I wanted to watch this powerful billionaire unravel at the command of my mouth.

And when his warm cum flooded my tongue and slid down the back of my throat, the tears streaming down my face didn’t matter. The makeup running down my skin didn’t matter. The syncing of my breaths and my swallowing didn’t matter.

All that mattered was the look of utter lust that passed across his face before he leaned his forehead against the door and heaved for air.

I slowly slid his cock from my mouth and found it still hard even as it passed through my lips. I leaned my head against the door and closed my eyes, swallowing the last of him down my throat before I sighed with content. I’d taken the professional businessman to his knees, and the power that coursed through my veins lit my soul on fire.

But when I felt his arms snake under mine to pull me to my feet, I didn’t expect to see the softness behind his eyes as his thumb wiped away the wet makeup trailing down my cheek.