17. Connor
Chapter 17
Connor
This whole weekend was a test of my will. After Mary told me off and compared me to the lawyers hitting on her, I was livid.
And then she admitted wanting to get to know me. If I didn’t leave that second, I would’ve thrown her over my shoulder, into my car, and fucked her until she begged to be mine.
But Mary’s still hurting. She’d hate me even more after.
So, this whole weekend, I held myself back from going to her apartment. It’s frustrating as hell, and the tension builds inside me, ready to snap at any moment.
She stayed home all weekend except Sunday when she went to a family dinner. I followed. And thank fuck I did.
I’ve already bought a fine bottle of whiskey for Richard for defending me at the dinner so openly while her mother, Victoria, called me a thug.
A smirk creeps onto my face.
I’ve secured Richard’s approval. Now the real challenge will be winning Mary over, in more ways than one. Her mother will come along, eventually. If not, I’ll have other cards to play.
The secretary’s attention snaps to the gift in my hand when I step up to her desk. “Mr. Milton, how can I help you?”
“Is Richard available? I have something for him.”
“Of course.” She reaches for the intercom. “Mr. Wempton, Mr. Milton, is here to see you.”
Richard’s voice crackles over the speaker. “Send him in.”
With a jerky nod, she waves me through, and I stride past her desk.
“Connor, come in!” Richard rises from behind his desk, greeting me with a firm handshake and clap on the shoulder. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”
I pass him the bottle of 30-year-old scotch. “A thank you. For trusting in me.”
“Well, aren’t you generous?” He turns the bottle in his hands. “I appreciate the gesture and your work.”
“I aim to please. If there’s any other way I can be of service, ask.”
“No. You did excellent work so far.” He uncorks the whiskey and pours us each a glass. “If there’s anything you need, say the word.”
How about your daughter?
“I appreciate that.” I clink my glass against his.
“And, of course, you can also ask my daughter. I think she’ll be happy to help as well. ”
“Of course.”
“Wonderful. I’ll let her know to give you her full cooperation.” Richard grins.
“I’m sure she’ll be thrilled to hear that.” She’d kill me if she knew.
“Well, she should be. It’s not every day I give my stamp of approval.” He takes a sip of the scotch, savoring it. “Ah, exquisite. You have good taste.”
“Thank you.”
“But she’s also stubborn as hell. Gets that from her mother.” He chuckles, shaking his head. “You’ll have your work cut out for you.”
And it’s perfect, just like the way her eyes flash when she’s angry. I take another sip of the smooth scotch. “I like a challenge.”
“I bet you do.” Richard eyes me over the rim of his glass. “Just remember, she’s my daughter. Treat her right.”
“Of course.” I meet his gaze head-on. “I have nothing but the utmost respect for Mary.”
And I want to fuck her until she screams my name. But I keep that thought to myself.
“Glad we’re on the same page.” Richard finishes his drink and sets the glass down with a thud. “If you’ll excuse me, I have a conference call in a few minutes. We’ll continue another time.”
“Yes.” I finish my drink and back toward the door. “I’ll be in touch about the next steps. ”
“Perfect. Good to see you, Connor.” He waves me off, already reaching for the intercom.
I stroll out of the office and down the hallway, whistling and checking the camera feed. Mary’s office is empty once again. I scroll through the cameras and find her at home, curled into a blanket on the sofa with her laptop and coffee. Her hair is secured in a bun, a few stray curls clinging to her neck. She’s wearing a soft sweater and leggings, bare feet tucked beneath her.
Stalkerish? Yes.
Necessary? Also yes.
She hasn’t shown up for work for three days straight now. Is she sick? Or, worse, is she avoiding me?
On the screen, Mary sets aside her laptop and stands, stretching her arms over her head. So cozy and domestic. It makes me ache to be there with her, to wrap her in my arms and nuzzle against her neck, to feel her warmth and breathe in her scent.
She’s trying to torture me. It’s the only explanation.
I spend the rest of the day in the server room, except for some meetings with the head of IT and security. We have already implemented some quick wins, but the actual work is only beginning.
As it’s getting late and the office empties, I get a notification. Mary’s office.
She’s settling in for the evening, energy drink in one hand as she wakes up her laptop. Then she paces her office while typing on her phone and waving with her hand at some points. What is she doing?
The second she throws her phone on her desk like it’s on fire, my phone buzzes.
Mary: Meet me in my office?
Interesting. What’s gotten into her?
Connor: Be there in two.
I stride out of the server room and down the deserted hallway toward her office. All the staff have gone home for the evening.
Perfect.
Mary is too absorbed in her work to even notice me. I pause in the doorway, drinking in the sight of her.
Her slender fingers dance across the keyboard, her brows furrowed in concentration. The graceful curve of her neck, the flutter of her pulse. She’s always been beautiful, but something about the way she’s focused on her work now makes her even more captivating.
“You wanted to see me?” I lean against the doorframe.
She startles at the sound of my voice, quickly closing her laptop. “Connor.”
“Were you watching naughty videos on that thing? Don’t let me interrupt your ‘me time’.”
Mary shuffles some papers. “No, I was just… finishing up some work. ”
“Mmhmm.” I saunter into the office, taking a seat at the corner of her desk. “So what’s up? You don’t usually call me to your office this late. Or ever even want to talk to me.”
She shifts in her chair, worrying her bottom lip. “I, uh, I wanted to apologize. For how I reacted the other night. I was... I was out of line. I’m really sorry, Connor. I know I’ve been so hot and cold with you, and it’s not fair. I just... I have a hard time trusting people, you know? Especially after what happened—It doesn’t matter what happened because that’s no excuse for how I’ve been treating you. So, if you don’t want to talk to me anymore, I’d underst—”
“It’s okay. You don’t need to apologize.”
Mary blinks in surprise. “I don’t?”
I want to grab her, shake her, make her see that she has nothing to apologize for. I’m the one who’s been stalking her, invading her privacy, manipulating my way into her life. And yet here she is, those blue eyes wide and earnest, her lips forming the words ‘I’m sorry’ like she’s the one who’s done something wrong.
It’s almost laughable. If I wasn’t so completely gone for her, I’d probably find the humor in it.
“You have nothing to apologize for. I’m the one who should be saying sorry. I know I’ve been… intense. I care about you. More than I probably should.”
There. A half-truth. Enough to make her see that I’m not completely heartless, but not so much that it’ll scare her away. I have to toe that line, have to keep her close without revealing the depth of my obsession.
She’s looking at me now, her brow furrowed in that way it does when she’s trying to figure something out. I can practically see the gears turning in her head.
“I don’t understand you,” she says. “One minute you’re pushing me away, the next you’re saying things like that. I-I don’t know what to think.”
Join the club, sweetheart. I don’t know what to think either.
“Don’t worry about it. I’m used to you yelling at me by now,” I say.
“I don’t yell at you that much.” When I quirk an eyebrow, she amends, “Okay, maybe more than I should. I’m sorry.”
“Apology accepted.” I pause, tilting my head to the side. “You know, you’re pretty cute when you’re mad.”
Mary blushes. “Connor…”
“All fiery and passionate. It’s hot.”
“Do you always have to make everything about sex?”
“With you? Absolutely. It really hurt my feelings, you know.”
I make an exaggerated pout, and she rolls her eyes.
“Oh, please. I’m sure your ego is still perfectly intact.”
“I don’t know. I might need some… reassurance.” I reach out and let my fingers trail down her neck, over her collarbone.
She shivers at the contact. “Connor…” It’s meant to be a warning but comes out more like a whimper. Interesting .
“Yes, Blue?” I inch closer. Our faces are just millimeters apart now.
Her lips part slightly. “I just… I’m not sure it’s a good idea for us to—”
“Why not?”
“You work for my father. It’s inappropriate.”
“Is it?” I nip at her earlobe. “I seem to remember you enjoying being inappropriate with me before. Is it because I’m not ‘good enough’ for you? Because I don’t fit into your perfect little world? Because I’m not like the guys you dated before?”
Mary chuckles. “In my mother’s eyes, yes.”
“Well, good thing it’s not your mother I like to fuck. So what about you?”
Her gaze drops to my mouth, lingering. “I don’t know.”
“Are you trying to torture me?” I stroke my thumb over the pulse in her neck.
Her eyes fall shut, lashes trembling. “No.”
“You’ve been avoiding me all week, and now this. Look at me.”
She obeys without hesitation, gazing up at me with eyes dark with need. I stare into their depths and see the truth she’s been trying so hard to hide from us both.
“Say it. Tell me the fucking truth.” I lean in until our lips nearly touch, feeling her ragged breaths against my mouth. “Do you not want me?”
Mary surges forward, crashing her lips against mine. I groan into her mouth, claiming victory, and yank her to her feet .
I back her against the desk, gripping her waist to lift her onto the edge. Papers scatter and pens roll onto the floor. Mary gasps, legs parting for me on instinct.
She’s already mine. She just needed a reminder.
I break the kiss to trail my lips down her neck. “You’re mine. And you want me.”
She arches into me, surrendering herself fully.
“Say it, Blue.”
“I want you.”
I kiss her, swallowing her startled moan. She matches my desperation, her hands fisting in the front of my shirt to drag me closer.
Just the way I want her.
Mine.
I’m going to erase any doubt she has to the contrary.
With each touch, her breath quickens, fueling my hunger, and I move lower, unbuttoning her blouse, savoring every millimeter of exposed skin.
Reaching her breasts, I take a moment to admire their perfection—pale globes and tightened nipples demanding attention. I cup them, enjoying the weight in my palms. Then, I tweak her nipples lightly, earning a moan.
Moving further south, I trace lazy circles and slide my hand under her skirt, finding her pussy already damp through the fabric. And there goes my patience.
Mary gasps as I shove her skirt up and over her hips, baring the lacy scrap of underwear she’s wearing .
I growl, tracing a finger over the damp silk stretched between her thighs. “You dressed up for me, didn’t you?”
Her cheeks flame, but she doesn’t deny it. I grin and hook my fingers under the waistband of her panties, dragging them down her legs. “Such a naughty girl. I should punish you for teasing me like this.”
I pause for a moment, taking in the sight of her.
She’s sitting on the edge of her desk now, legs spread wide, inviting me in. Her blue eyes are filled with lust and want. Two things that drive me wild.
Her breasts rise and fall with every shallow breath she takes, and her nipples are hard. I flick one with my tongue before sucking it into my mouth and tugging gently.
She moans, lifting her chest further to me. “Connor… we shouldn’t…”
Goddammit, hearing her say my name like that practically brings me to my knees.
“Shouldn’t what?” My fingers find her other nipple, rolling and pinching the sensitive nub. “Feel this?”
“Oh god…”
“Want this?” I shove one finger inside her. “Need this?”
She whimpers, squirming against the desk. Every subtle movement rubs her bare sex against my hand and finger, and I grip her hips to still her. She’s not getting off that easily.
“You’re so wet, Blue. Is this all for me?” I add another finger, stroking gently as I suck on her hard nipple.
She cries out, inner walls clenching .
“Answer me.”
“Yes, yes, it’s for you.” She rocks down into my hand, her hands fisting the expensive fabric of her skirt.
“All these blind dates and rich boys don’t satisfy you like I will.”
“No,” she whimpers.
“Chris won’t.”
“Was never in the picture.”
“His loss. You deserve better than someone who would leave you.”
“You won’t?”
“I will never leave you, Blue. Not unless you ask me to.” And not even then.
I will always be your shadow.
“Please…” She sounds desperate now, needy.
I curl my fingers and rub firmly over the sensitive spot inside her, wringing a strangled shout from her throat. She’s close already, wound tight from days of denial, need, and avoiding me.
“I’m going to take you apart first.” I withdraw my fingers and bring them to my lips, tasting her with a hum. “And you’re going to thank me for it.”
Mary’s eyes widen, tracking my every movement.
Can’t she always look at me like that?
She fixates on my hands as I free myself from my trousers and boxers and grasp my cock, running the head through her wet folds. She jerks, hands flying to my shoulders .
I capture her wrists and pin them above her head with one hand, settling my weight over her. “Keep your hands there.”
She nods frantically, chest heaving.
I remove my tie and secure her wrists with the silky fabric, tying it tightly.
“What are you doing?” She fights against the restraint.
“Making sure you keep your hands to yourself, Blue.” I smirk down at her flushed face. “Wouldn’t want you getting too eager now, would we?”
She huffs but doesn’t protest further. I can see the excitement dancing in her eyes, the way her pulse quickens at her throat. She wants this as much as I do.
My fingers trail down her arms, over her collarbone, between the valley of her breasts. I take my time exploring, reveling in each shiver and gasp I elicit from her.
“Connor, please…” She arches into my touch, seeking more.
“You’ll keep your hands there until I say otherwise.” I grind my hips, dragging my length over her clit. “Understand?”
“Yes.” She whines softly.
I should take this slower. Make her wait. But I’m a greedy bastard, and this is what I’ve craved, what I’ve been denying myself for so damn long.
“You’re driving me crazy.” I growl, kissing her jaw. “I can’t stop thinking about you.”
She cranes her neck to give me better access. “I can’t stop thinking about you, either. ”
“Mmm, do you imagine my hands on you, Blue? My mouth?” I glide my hand down her body, cupping her breast.
“Yes.” Her nipple pebbles under my palm.
“Do you touch yourself when you think of me?”
“Sometimes.”
“Tell me about it.”
She shakes her head, a strand of that gorgeous hair falling into her eyes. “It’s embarrassing.”
“I bet you touch yourself here, don’t you?” My thumb finds her clit, rubbing gently in a counter-clockwise motion. “You like it when I touch you like this?”
She bucks against my hand, eyes drifting shut. “Yes.”
“Open your eyes. Watch me as I’ll fill your sweet pussy with my cock.”
The blue depths, hazy with lust, greet me as I work my fingers between her slick folds and position myself.
With a hard thrust, I sink into her tight pussy. We both groan at the sensation. She’s scorching and slick, pulsing around me. I ease out until just the tip remains and wait. She squirms beneath me, trying to take me back in.
“Be still.” I grip her legs in warning.
She forces herself to comply, though I can see the effort it takes. Her fingers digging into the edge of the desk, and her chest rising and falling in quick succession.
“Tomorrow, 8 sharp,” I say.
She sucks in a sharp breath. “What? ”
I push back in shallowly, barely giving her an inch. “I’ll pick you up, and we’ll have our date.”
“Connor, please.”
“You just have to say yes.”
“Fine, whatever you want, and now please…” She tries to tilt her hips up, but it’s no use with my grip on her.
“When?”
“Tomorrow. Eight.” Her words come out strained.
“That’s my good girl.” I fill her up completely, silencing her cries with a kiss as I do long, deep strokes that rub over every sensitive spot inside her.
Her eyes are closed, lips parted, small pants and moans escaping with each thrust. She’s fucking gorgeous like this. Only one thing is missing.
“Look at me.”
Her eyes flutter open, dazed and unfocused.
“Don’t ever avoid me again.” My fingers dig into the sides of her neck, holding her steady as I fuck her harder, faster, making her cry out.
“That’s it. Let me hear how good I make you feel.”
“Please, Connor…”
My name on her lips sends a spike of possessiveness through me. I grab her thigh, hooking her leg over my shoulder to drive deeper into her.
Her legs tremble, and I grin, biting at her calf. “Come for me, Blue. I want to feel you come apart around my cock. ”
She shudders, inner walls starting to flutter and clench sporadically. I slide a hand between us, finding her clit and rubbing tight circles over it in time with my thrusts.
“Connor.” With a long wail, her orgasm crashes over her, cunt spasming and clamping down on my cock. I groan at the sensation, covering her body with mine as she milks every drop of cum out of me.
“Connor?”
I prop myself up to meet her beautiful eyes.
Those big blue pools of innocence clouded with confusion and lust.
Is she caving in again? Hell, maybe she will tell me off for good tonight.
Mary moves her bound hands between us and cups my cheeks, drawing me in for another kiss.
Slow and sweet. Exploring rather than claiming.
“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have compared you to them, and I shouldn’t have lashed out like that.”
I brush my lips over hers. “It’s forgotten.”
“Thank you.”