10. Chapter Ten
Chapter Ten
C hance
Maddie walks into my office on Monday morning and slams the files I requested on my desk. Before I can speak, she shoots off outlining the stuff I have to attend to for the day.
“Maddie?”
“Want some coffee?” she snaps. “I can get you coffee and I’ll do it right away. I’ll go to the break room, make a nice cup and bring it back and hand it to you, still steaming because I do what I say I’ll do.”
“Coffee sounds nice, but—”
“What, sir?”
“Maddie, calm down.”
“Oh, I’m calm. Now, would that be all? Well, thank you. I’ll be somewhere else doing stuff with people who can follow through!”
She spins around and flounces to the door. I don’t think she intends the sway of her hips to be enticing, but it is.
The door shuts, cutting off my view of her and bringing my head back to why she’s so mad.
I didn’t tell my family what we agreed on.
I groan and rise, going to look out the window.
How do I explain it to her? It’d require coming clean, telling her everything but I could never. She’d look at me differently, hate me.
I can’t bear that.
Dad almost let it slip last night and I’m glad he didn’t.
But I also can’t forget the look on his face, the pride and joy.
I work myself to the bone to keep the Island as one of the most successful this side of the globe and Dad’s approval has always been half-hearted at best.
But bringing home a woman? That pleased him a lot.
It pleased all of them.
Even Landon came up to see Maddie speak a few times. He stayed throughout dinner—something he never did. Then he waved and near-smiled as she left.
Just one night and she’d found her way into Dad’s heart and became accepted as one of us.
When she asked me to say it, tell them it isn’t real and she would be leaving, I couldn’t. Throughout the dinner, I dreaded the moment I had to.
And when the moment came, I closed up.
I failed her.
Her attitude is completely understood. I earned that.
She didn’t speak to me on the ride back to the villa, her gaze firmly out the window. My goodnight was returned with a slammed door to my face.
Why did I think she’d let it go in the morning?
She’s even more pissed off.
I have some apologizing to do.
I can’t work with her mad at me. I don’t want her saying or doing something to get the staff talking. My relationship with Maddie is none of their business, and I’m eager to keep it private.
I press the intercom. “Julia, send in Maddie.”
I stand facing the door and moments later, she walks in.
Her eyes snag on mine and narrow with annoyance.
I cross the room to stand before her.
“Maddie, I understand that you’re angry—”
“No, you don’t!” she snaps, tearing away from my side and stomping over to my desk.
I turn in time to get a glimpse of her ass and I stifle a groan.
She spins around. “You lied to me.”
“No.” I step forward. “I didn’t lie. I’d never lie to you. I meant to tell them but… but…”
“But what?” she challenges. “What part of Maddie is, in fact, not my girlfriend, is so hard, huh?”
I look down and exhale before meeting her eyes again. There’s no use cooking up tales. She deserves the truth.
“I’m fucking 37, Maddie, and I don’t date. I do nothing outside of work. Work is my life.”
Her face softens. She’s probably remembering Dad’s ribbing last night.
I let her mull on that before I continue, “They’ve never seen me with a woman before and to them, it’s a big deal. I didn’t know they were going to take it so seriously, but they have.”
“So you’re going to allow them to keep believing that when it’s not serious?
Hell, it’s not even real!” She gestures between us, her features pinched.
“This doesn’t exist. I’m going back and you’re going to continue being here.
Being… you.” She swallows thickly and I’m not sure it’s only last night that is the problem anymore.
I close the distance between us as she looks away and catches her breath.
She faces me again, her eyes sad. “Your family’s great and I understand that you don’t want to disappoint them. But keeping up the lie is worse.”
“I know, but what they don’t know won’t hurt them, right?”
She starts to shake her head and look away but I cup her face and turn her back to look at me.
“I know you don’t like this, but I don’t want to break my dad’s heart. I just want them to be happy, even if it’s only for a while.”
“What are you saying?” Her eyes turn hazy as I work a couple fingers into the hair at her nape. It’s soft and curls around my fingers.
“I’m saying…” My throat closes up as her mouth parts. “I’m saying I need you to say you’ll be my fake girlfriend for the rest of the time that you’ll be here.”
Her eyes widen. “You want us to keep pretending.”
“Yes.”
“But…”
I add both middle fingers to the ones caressing her scalp and she moans softly.
Fuck. The sound is like a trigger to my cock. I step closer so her supple body is pressed up against mine.
“Mhm?” I prompt, eager to see those lips part once more, form words, say stuff to me.
“You’re confusing me with your touch,” she whispers.
“It’s not intentional, I promise.”
“Hmm…” she says. “Yeah, well. I like it.”
I smile down at her smooth features.
“You know what? Okay, let’s do it.”
“You’ll be my girlfriend?”
“Fake girlfriend.” Her eyes snap open. “That’s all it is.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
She pulls out of my hold and I frown.
“What are you doing?”
“Trying to explain to you.” She only stops when her backside hits the desk. “Since I’m going to be acting the part of your girlfriend, we have to keep things… platonic.”
I swallow my groan. “Platonic?”
She licks her lip, her gaze dropping to my chest, then back up. “Yeah.”
“You mean I can’t fuck you and make you cum on my cock?”
Her eyes widen, her nostrils flared. “Yes, people who are on platonic terms don’t do that. We can’t allow the lines to get blurred. It has to be clear what we are.”
“I’m clear on that.” I close in on her, placing both hands on the desk, caging her in.
I lean down so our faces are level, and I don’t miss the excitement bouncing in her eyes.
“I understand that you’re my girlfriend.”
“Fake,” she says faintly, breathlessly.
“Of course.” I press my nose to the curve of her neck and drink in her flowery fragrance.
She shivers and a hand flies up to my chest. I’m certain she’ll push me away, but her fingers dig into my skin instead.
A savage smile tilts my lips. She wants me as much as I want her.
“I understand too that I’m the only one who makes you cum so hard you tremble.”
“No, you don’t.” She’s breathless with desire but still so stubborn. “We can’t.”
I tongue the quivering pulse at the base of her neck and her body curves into mine. Her head falls back and she whimpers.
“You sure about that, Maddie?”
She uses both hands to grip the back of my neck, pulling me lower.
I’m powerless to resist the invitation. I press open mouth kisses to her soft skin, sucking on the tender flesh.
She whimpers, her fingers pulling at my hair, roping down my back, her legs unsteady.
I come up for air and meet languid eyes.
She drags me back down so our mouths collide. I taste her and I’m gone.
There’s nothing else I’d rather do.
Her tongue tangles with mine and I suck on it, wrapping her up in my arms and bringing her closer so we’re chest to chest. Her legs widen to accommodate me between her thighs.
My hands wander and touch the smooth flesh of her exposed thighs and I groan.
I tear my mouth from hers and meet her heavy-lidded eyes.
“I don’t—we shouldn’t be doing this,” she says, but she’s unbuttoning my shirt and pushing slender fingers inside to touch my skin.
“I know.” I kiss her lips, just a quick taste but I’m tempted to keep going. I suck on her lower lip and say between ragged breaths, “Just this once. One last time and never again.”
She gives in with a stuttered moan. “Yes, yes.”
I peel her hands from my body and pin them behind her. “Lean back.”
She obeys and I’m free to explore her.
I unbutton her blouse and a black bra hides her tits from me. Impatient, I tug it down and red rosy nipples pop out. Hard and pointy.
I lick the left one, then the right, unable to choose which to stick to.
She’s writhing, shaking.
I snake my arms around her hips to hold her steady. Her fingers find my hair and clutch.
I’m certain it’ll look a mess afterward. I still have meetings to attend, investors to meet. But I don’t care.
In fact, I want them to suspect. Want them to see her flushed and me mussed up.
I kiss down her trembling belly to the center of her thighs.
Her skirt is trapped around her waist so it takes nothing to slide down her panties. I’m favored with her glistening slit and a thatch of warm brown hair.
I’m panting as I lean in and tongue her open.
She moans loudly, falling back against the desk.
She’s completely open before me now. Both legs spread, pussy lips opening up like flower petals about to be bathed with sunlight.
My cock aches to slide into her wetness, but not yet.
Must give her pleasure first.
Shutting my eyes, I savor her taste with licks, kisses and sucks.
She’s crazy for it, trembling and screaming my name, her fingers pulling at my hair.
“Fuck me, Chance, please.”
I slip a finger into her channel and stroke.
“More, more,” she cries.
So I add a second finger and her back bows. I know it’s good but not nearly enough to bring her to completion, so I find her clit.
It’s pink and swollen and sticking out, begging to be kissed. I suck it into my mouth and roll my tongue around it. It takes a few seconds to find the spot that’d make her scream but once I do, she doesn’t disappoint.
She bucks up to meet my ministrations, her hips rolling around, covering my lower face in her juices. Nothing ever tasted this good.
I palm my cock through my slacks, groaning, turned on to my limit as I give her pleasure. I’m nearly busting when she spasms around my fingers. My need is on the backburner now as I stretch her pleasure.
She whines, her body stiff. Shivers wrack through her and I hold steady, giving long licks to her pleasure spot.
She falls back against the desk with a sigh and I lick up the last of her satisfaction.
I stand over her, pleased at her languid smile as tremors still rock her.
“We’re not done yet.”
Her smile grows wider and she lifts her hips, offering her sweet pussy to me.
Fuck. I can’t get my zipper off fast enough.
Before my slacks can hit the floor, I’m inside her.
She accepts me with a soft moan, her eyes fanning shut. I bend over, going deeper. I want to go slow, make this moment last, but it’s impossible. She’s too warm and wet and unreal.
I’m unable to hold back.
Bracing my hands on the desk, I fuck her. Hard.
She receives it with eager whimpers and I can’t stop. Not until I bathe her walls with my cum and she’s mine.
I shut down the voice in my head telling me I’m wrong. She’ll never be mine.
I close the space between us and rock my hips in just the right way to stimulate her clit. Before long, she’s wracked with a fresh wave of shivers and she’s milking my cock.
I empty inside her, my eyes blind with satisfaction. We rock against each other until we’re powerless to keep moving.
I sag against her, spreading soft kisses across her face.
We have to clean up and return to our duties, but for now, I’m content to just hold her.