Chapter Three
Brick
“Where are we with the contract?” I demand. It’s Sunday evening, and I’m ready to shred the walls of my office. I’ve kept the legal and analyst teams in my conference room for five days, which means working through the weekend.
Closing on the Benson deal isn’t just a four hundred and forty million dollar benefit to MoonCo, it’s a victory over the Adalwulfs.
“Three hours more, max,” Eagle says. He looks as haggard as everyone in the room. None of us have had more than a few hours’ sleep in days.
“I’ll order in more food,” Madi says in that smooth, capable voice that gets my dick harder than stone.
I have to lock my jaw to keep the growl of desire from issuing from my throat.
The punishing hours I inflicted on my employees have been even worse for me. Not getting out to run my wolf in the Berkshires or even to spar with Darius at the gym has left me even more out of control than I was going into this week.
Even if I was the kind of dick to leave his team working late hours while out enjoying myself, I’m now incapable of leaving the building while Madi is still in it. And she refuses to leave until I’ve dismissed the team each night.
The only thing that takes the edge off is ordering her into my office and locking the door. Getting her on my desk or against a wall.
My executive team is pissed at me for not getting rid of her. I don’t give a fuck. She is necessary to the Moon Co operations. That’s what I keep telling myself.
It’s not like I’m going to mate her. Even if I wanted to, I can’t. The destruction that would bring on the pack, the danger that would put all of us in make it impossible.
Forty-five minutes later, Madison enters the conference room pushing a catering cart.
“Thank God it’s not more pizza or sandwiches,” one of the analysts mutters.
Madison sets out the aluminum catering trays.
“Smells delicious. What is it?” Another one gets up to help her, which makes me want to tear out his throat.
“Thank you. I thought since we’re so close, you deserved a real dinner tonight.” She uncovers two of the trays at once.
Eagle chokes on the Perrier he was drinking. It’s trays of…steak and lobster?
My naughty, naughty assistant. Is she trying to earn a reprimand?
“Thank you,” Noah says, and I have to rip my collar open. Did she order this banquet for him?
Madison smiles at him and signs something. My wolf goes ape-shit.
He chuckles, signing in return, but when he darts a look at me and sees my murderous expression, his smile vanishes, and his gaze snaps to his laptop.
I force myself to wait until Madi finishes unloading the cart, then I walk out of the room. “In my office,” I say in a low voice as I pass by her.
“Of course, Mr. Blackthroat,” she intones.
I’m almost blinded by jealousy, but I somehow make it to my office. The moment she enters, I lock the door and pin her against it.
“What did you say to him?” I growl.
Her eyes widen with genuine surprise. “What?”
“To Noah. What did you say?”
Two bright spots of color appear on her cheeks, and her brows drop, but characteristically, she smooths her face and adopts a professional tone. “I said we may as well eat well if the Big Bad Boss is keeping us here all weekend. It was a joke. I’m sorry.”
“You don’t sign to him again. I don’t want you flirting–”
“Flirting? Are you nuts?” she breaks character, her real irritation showing through now.
“New rule–don’t talk to him again. You work for me. Was that food for him?” I’m being irrational. I’m totally out of control, but I can’t seem to dial back my possessiveness.
Madi stares at me, eyes wide. “You’re jealous?”
I stare back. Having Madison’s body up against mine soothes my wolf. Her scent evens my heartbeats. My brain starts to come back on line.
“Wow, Big Bad. That’s totally inappropriate but, um, kind of hot.”
“Was the food for me or for him?”
Madi’s lips purse together in a sassy pucker. “I may have been pushing the envelope a bit to see what my big bad boss would do.”
My aggression instantly drops, morphing into something more suave. More nuanced. Much hotter.
Madison wasn’t flirting with Noah.
She was flirting with me.
If she wants to make this part of her boss fetish, I can one hundred percent go with it.
Recovering some of my control, I ease back and clear my throat. “Did you get approval for that expenditure first, Ms. Evans?”
She bats her eyes at me. “No, sir.”
“Come here.” I take her hand and lead her to my desk, then sweep my arm across the surface to clear it. “Bend over, Ms. Evans. You’ve earned a reprimand.”
She lets out a breathy sound of excitement as I push her torso down over the desk and jerk her hips to straighten her out. I deliver three sharp spanks to one side of her ass, then three to the other.
“Ooh, ow!”
I stop and rub away the sting. “Too hard?” I murmur, leaning over to speak in her ear like we’re on stage and this is an aside.
“Um, a little.”
The scent of her arousal curls in my nostrils. I keep rubbing out the sting, dragging the skirt of her peek-a-boo dress higher with each glorious stroke.
“I think I need to spank you with your panties down tonight,” I tell her, my balls drawing up with the excitement of seeing her bare ass.
She’s wearing black thigh-highs and a lacy black thong that I instantly decide I’m going to keep. For now, though, I slide it down to just above the thigh-highs, making a pretty frame out of my target. My handprints stand out on her pale skin.
Yes. More. Mark her,my wolf growls.
I don’t slap her again, though. Not right away. Instead, I slide my fingers between her legs. She’s slick, her flesh plumped with blood flow, her opening parted for me. I slip two fingers inside her, and she moans, loudly.
“Quiet,” I order. It may be more exciting to get nailed by the boss when there is a conference room full of employees down the hall, but there’s no way in hell I’d actually let any of them know what’s going on in here.
Nickel and Noah will probably catch the scent of it, but they both already know something’s going on between us.
Madison claps a hand over her own mouth.
“That’s right. I want all those moans muffled, Ms. Evans. Show me you can obey orders.”
She soaks my fingers.
I slide them out and suck her juices from my skin. Satisfaction starts to seep in through the cracks in my sanity. This–these moments–make it all worth it.
Keeping Madison in my employ. Torturing myself on a daily basis. It’s all for this.
“Now hold still for your spanking.” I give her a slap–lighter this time. “When you use the company credit card” –I deliver a spank to her other cheek– “for a five thousand dollar meal” –another spank.
“It was less than two thousand,” Madison interjects.
My lips tug, but I deliver a harder spank. “For any extravagant meal” –two more spanks– “I require prior approval.”
She reaches back to cover her ass, so I pin her wrist to her lower back and rub her reddened cheeks.
“Good girl. You took your punishment well. Time for a reward.” I tug her panties off over her heels and tuck them in my pocket.
I forget to modulate my strength when I lift her hips straight in the air to drop her to her hands and knees on my giant walnut desk.
She gasps, startled by the move. I hook my thumbs at the base of her asscheeks where they meet her thigh and pull her open to reveal her glistening sex.
“Go down on your forearms,” I order.
She obeys, lifting her pretty pink core to me further. I take full advantage of the position, licking into her. I suck and nibble at her labia, trace inside with the tip of my tongue.
Her muffled moans grow more frantic.
I find her clit with my fingertip while I penetrate her with my tongue, then use my fingers inside her for more oomph. I alternate fucking her with my fingers and sliding up to rub her clit, driving her into a dripping frenzy.
“Come for me, Madi,” I order, my voice rough with need.
She reaches back and rubs her own clit as she comes around my fingers. I leave them inside her, slowly circling the raised stiffened tissue of her G-spot with my fingertips.
“Oh my gawd,” she moans.
“Oh, I’m not finished with you, yet, Ms. Evans.”
* * *
Madi
Brick eases his fingers from my channel and lifts me off the desk. Damn, that man is strong. Those muscles built from all that running and working out at the gym apparently aren’t just for show.
He holds me up by the elbow when I wobble on my feet. My limbs aren’t working yet. I’m still dizzy from the incredible orgasm. Still drunk on my boss’ pheromones and commanding touch.
“Show me your best work.” He says in that gruff, demanding voice, lowering his gaze to the floor and unbuckling his belt.
Understanding his meaning, I drop to my knees and unbutton his pants. His erection springs out, thick and long. The tip is already weeping.
“Mmm, this looks painful, sir.” I flick my tongue over the slit to taste his essence. “Let me take care of it for you.”
I never thought of myself as a sex kitten, but Brick Blackthroat has turned me into one. For the first time in my life, I’m not just the nerdy kid trying to pretend she isn’t lower middle class. I’m someone highly desirable. Someone who incites extreme levels of jealousy and desire.
It’s hard to believe, but here we are, having crazy, frantic sex while the rest of the company works on the most important merger of the decade.
I slide my mouth over his length, loving the way he sucks in his breath over his teeth.
“That’s it, Ms. Evans.” His large hand cups the back of my head, guiding me forward and back. “I expect the utmost professionalism from you.”
My lips quirk around his cock, but he cuts in with a sharp reprimand.
“No. This is serious. I need this cock sucked hard right now, Ms. Evans.”
I hollow my cheeks and suck hard as I pull away.
“That’s right. Now lick my balls.”
I fist his cock and hold it to the side to bring my tongue to his balls. I trace between them with my tongue, then suck one into my mouth.
“Good girl,” Brick chokes. “Very good, Madison.”
I suck the other ball then bring the head of his cock into my mouth, keeping my fist around the base. I bob my head over his length, pulling my fist at the same time, to simulate the feeling of me taking his entire cock into my mouth–which would be impossible. As I suck, I cradle his balls in my hand, lightly stroking the textured skin with my thumb.
Brick’s belly shudders in and out. His balls lift. I suck faster, lifting my gaze to his face.
“Oh, that’s so hot, Madi.”
This undoes me. When he calls me Madi. When the pretense of boss/employee gets dropped for a moment, and it’s like we’re something more.
It scares the hell out of me.
I’m in danger of falling head over heels in love with this man, and I don’t want to lose control like that. I know it would end in disaster.
I pop off and put things back into role play. “Is this how you like it, Mr. Blackthroat?”
Brick’s eyes gleam unnaturally bright as he catches me under the armpits and lifts me all the way off the floor and onto his desk. “Take notes, Madi,” he growls as he spreads my knees wide. “This is how I like it done.” He shoves into me.
I cry out, and he covers my mouth. There’s no more foreplay. No more finesse. Brick Blackthroat is an animal now, going at it with a feral need.
I start to quake with an impending orgasm immediately. The level of passion between us is beyond what I ever believed possible. Blackthroat fucks me like his company depends on it. Like his life depends on it. Like this is a race he not only intends to finish, he intends to dominate. To win.
And he has won. It’s hard for me to imagine I could ever have sex this good with anyone else. It’s hard to imagine ever willingly walking away from anything this man offers–even if it’s just the scraps of a torrid office affair.
“Come for me, Madi.” His voice is pure gravel. He thrusts in hard, holding the fronts of my thighs to keep me from sliding away. “Come for me…right…now!”
He thrusts in, his face contorting with his release.
I wrap my legs behind his waist and hold him in against me, coming and coming right along with him.
For a long moment, we just pant together, our breath synchronized like a heartbeat. Then Brick eases out. “Did you get all that, Ms. Evans?” His lips quirk up in an uncharacteristic smile that makes my heart flop helplessly in my chest.
“Yes, sir.” I sound breathless.
He hands me a few tissues as he disposes of the condom.
I hop off the desk, but he picks me up and places me back there. “I didn’t say I was through with you.” His voice is softer now, the strain of the grueling week absent after the release. He brushes my hair out of my face and kisses my forehead. “Go get yourself some steak and lobster and then go home,” he murmurs. “They’re almost done.”
I try not to melt. “I’m not leaving until the project is done. I’m part of the team.” My stomach growls. “But I won’t pass on dinner. Shall I bring you a plate?”
His expression softens even more. “I’ll come with you.”
I absolutely hate the way my heart flip flops in my chest as we walk out of his office together.