Chapter Twenty

Booker

I grin down at my phone.

I’m grinning down at my phone. Booker, stop!

I turn the screen down and look out my window as I tap my fingers on my desk.

I tried. I really did. I wanted to keep her at a distance, to keep things casual. I don’t have any good reasons for starting a relationship with Sasha. There is a chance she could go to the press about me, about this company. If things go south, she could cause a lot of damage.

I’ve seen it before with many of my friends. They fall for a woman in their building. Beautiful, playful, fun. Then that woman gets dumped or decides she’s ready for a payout and goes to the tabloids with some ridiculous story. These days, the internet mob is ferocious. Companies live and die based on public opinion over outcries.

It’s a dangerous world to be doing something like this.

I can’t stop myself. The way she looked this morning… so damn vulnerable. So disappointed by my distance. I wanted to give in, to let her in, but I couldn’t. It was too hard to do, when keeping people at a distance is what I’ve been good at my whole life.

That won’t change just because of one woman. I am who I am, and that won’t change.

But Master is a part of me that doesn’t worry about those things. When I’m him, I can be the man Sasha wants, the one she needs. I can tell her the things I can’t say when we’re together.

I crave her. Getting back on the app was one of the most refreshing things I’ve ever done. It felt so good to talk to her freely again, even if just for a moment. I don’t know if we’ll ever fully get that freedom with one another back, but I hope so.

I miss the way we were before we got revealed.

I hear Sasha’s voice down the hall.

“Hey, Lucy!”

“Good morning,” Lucy chimes back.

I wonder how long it will take her to walk in. I wonder what she’s wearing this morning. An image of her naked, in her heels, walking down the hall toward me appears in my mind’s eye, and I swallow.

Don’t mix business with pleasure. That’s what they say.

Shit.

Sasha’s door opens, and I hear her setting her things down next door. I’m listening far too intently. This is getting ridiculous. Her heels click out of her office, and she rounds the corner to face me.

Absolutely beautiful. This woman is perfect in every single way. Just seeing her again has my dick hard under my desk.

What if there is some kind of future for us?

“Good morning, Mr. Knight,” she says. I notice that she’s wearing another skirt and blouse combo. I wonder what color her underwear is beneath that fabric.

“Miss Ellis. Good morning. Can you close the door, please?”

“Of course.”

Her tone is light and professional. She does as I ask and then turns to face me, a question in her eyes.

“You wanted to discuss the launch?” she prompts.

Oh, right. I had a purpose in getting her in here besides drooling over her backside.

“Yes,” I say. I shuffle around in my drawers for some files and pull them out. “I’d love to hear your ideas for the event.”

“My ideas?” Her voice is laced with confusion.

“Yes. I had a chance to go over you notes regarding changes to the back-end of the app. You have good ideas. I’d like to hear if you have any for this.”

Sasha purses her perfect lips and sits on the sofa across from me. “Well,” she hedges. “I think formal dress would be a good idea. Makes it feel more like a gala, a ball, a big deal. I think we should have a big screen up that flashes people’s profile information, so we can get glimpses into who’s on the app. There should be romance, champagne, strawberries, really sell that whole love thing.”

I chuckle. “That whole love thing? You’re starting to sound a bit crass, Miss Ellis.”

She tilts her chin at me and considers my comment. “I suppose we have to keep our business hats on, mustn’t we?”

I can’t stop looking at her lips. When I finally look back into her eyes, there’s a knowing gleam there.

I’m done for.

“Perhaps, though I believe there is always room for our app personas as well, don’t you?”

“How do you mean?”

I lean in. “Are you sore from last night?” I ask in a whisper-soft voice.

A small bloom of color blossoms along her cheeks. “A little. Not enough that I wouldn’t want another round, were it to be offered.”

Bold. I love it. I stand and walk around her to the door. I slide the lock into place and then turn back to face her. She’s turned to watch me, but she remains seated.

“What exactly were you thinking, Mr. Knight?”

I circle back around until I’m on her side of the desk. I rest my palms against the edge and gaze down at her with a challenge in my eyes.

“That depends. What would you do to me, if you could do anything in this moment?”

She considers that thought as she eyes my crotch. Her burning gaze has my cock rising higher, and I wait with impatience for her response.

“I suppose I would unzip your pants and take you into my mouth. I like the way you taste, the way you feel against my tongue. Then I would ask that you fuck me, on your desk, and I would like to watch while you do it.”

My god, the woman is a freak in the sheets… er, the office? I swallow.

“Well, then, I think we should act on that, don’t you?”

“On one condition,” she says. She crosses her arms as she looks up at me.

“Yes?” I ask.

“We call one another by our first names this time.”

I grin down at her. True, I love the way she says “Mr. Knight,” but if that is the only term for a quickie in my office, then I’m happy to take it.

“Deal,” I say.

She beams up at me. “All right then, Booker. Time for me to have a little treat.”

She reaches with eagerness for my belt. In a flash, she whips it off and unzips my pants. I glance at my locked door, then back down. There is something extra intoxicating about possibly getting caught in the office. I’m half-panicked and half-aroused, but all thought of panic dissolves as she lowers my underwear and takes my cock right into her mouth.

She licks it as though she’s in a desert and my dick is the only source of water. Her tongue travels up and down my shaft, and I lean back and close my eyes as I allow her to pleasure me. The fact that it gives her pleasure to do so only serves to harden my dick even more.

She slides her tongue back to my head and fucks my dick with her mouth, up and down, sliding along my rock-hard pole. Her spit has lubricated me fully, and I’m ready to take things to the next level. I don’t want to spill my load too soon.

“Stand up. Lift your skirt,” I say.

She stands and slides her skirt all the way up to her hips. Beneath it is a bright pair of red lace underwear.

“Those need to go,” I say.

“As you wish, Booker.”

Somehow, my first name in her mouth is so much sexier. She slides out of her lacy panties, exposing her perfect pink little flower to me.

I can’t wait to bury myself inside.

I slide my hand between her legs and run my finger along her smooth slit. She’s wet and ready, once again. I grasp her arms and turn so that she now has her back to the desk. I lift her up from her ass and plant her on my desk, then open her legs for me once again.

And once again, her heels remain on. Hot as fuck.

“Now what?” I ask.

This is the game we play. It’s as though we’re sexting. I have her tell me what she wants, and I deliver. I give her everything she needs while taking what I need in return. The perfect give and take.

“Fuck me. And when you do, say my name.”

I grin down at her and plant a gentle kiss against her lips.

“I’m going to fuck you now, Sasha,” I breathe against her mouth. I plunge into her then without warning, and she gasps as she takes all of me at once. I watch as she glances down to watch me fuck her, and I slide in and out nice and slow, to give her a good show.

“Are you going to scream my name?” I ask. I pick up my pace and run my fingers along her clit as my dick glides in and out of her body.

She tilts her head back and rocks her hips to meet my pace. “What if I do, Booker? Will you get me fired?”

“I wouldn’t say that,” I reply. “Maybe a promotion.”

She laughs, and I realize that in this incredibly intimate moment, we’re able to have a laugh together. It’s somehow even more intimate, and that little insertion of fun has my heart palpitating for a whole other reason.

I just don’t feel like evaluating what that reason is at the moment.

I grasp her ass with both hands and increase my pace and pressure. Her laughter dies as she tilts her head back and closes her eyes.

“Tell me. Tell me how that feels.”

I’ve seen her write it out, but I’ve never heard the words from her lips before. I want to hear her say them.

“Incredible. I never thought sex could be like this,” she pants.

“It can be a little bit more,” I say.

I remove my hand from her ass and slide it beneath until I reach her puckered little asshole. I press my finger against it as I keep up my pace, and her eyes widen.

“Oh,” she breathes.

“Good?” I ask.

“Y… yes,” she gasps. I take the encouragement and slide the tip of my finger in while I fuck her.

“Yes. Yes! Oh god!”

She comes hard, her body jerking forward as her box pumps around me. I continue my pace, not quite there. I remove my hand from her ass and hold tight to her sides as I pump in and out at rapid speed. My orgasm pulses through me, coursing through my entire body.

We collapse against one another, sated. For a moment, we just breathe. I realize that she’s been in my office for a suspicious amount of time with the door closed. As much as we may kid, caution is best. I slide out of her and zip up my pants while she straightens her skirt and pulls her panties back up.

“Well, I’m certainly grateful for your feedback on that event. I will take those notes into account and start working on the planning, though I’ll likely be asking for help very soon.”

“Anything I can do to help, Mr. Knight. I’m happy to oblige.”

Her tone is loaded with double meaning. So is her sexy smile. She saunters to the door and glances back at me one last time.

“Always a pleasure,” she purrs.

“You’re correct there,” I agree.

With a nod, she’s out of my door, as if sex on my desk didn’t just happen. I loosen my collar a little and turn back toward the windows.

I think I really might be addicted to Sasha Ellis.