Chapter 3 Christopher
Christopher
That was a fucking disaster.
I stare up at the ceiling of my office, replaying the last twenty minutes, wondering where the fuck everything went wrong.
The CEO has had it out for me ever since he decided to quit his New York office and take up residence here in Ashland, fucking with my plans.
And after this morning, he’s got even more reason to gun for my neck.
Sitting in that conference room, too many knowing eyes had slid my way when Grafton Reynolds announced the news, all of them assigning the blame to me.
They’d been wondering about how big a part I played in the monumental fuck-up, already picking apart my carcass before I’d even had a chance to regroup.
The worst part of it was that I was completely fucking blindsided, having no idea any of it was coming. I have cultivated the relationship with Burnham over the last two years, but it was Grafton they went to when dropping this bomb on my fucking career.
My hands clench into tight fists. There’s a grunt of pain before all movement stops, and Rita pulls off my cock with a wet pop. I look down, eyeing her with annoyance, but she’s already pinning a glare on me, her red lipstick smudged around her mouth and saliva coating her chin.
“Are you even paying attention?” she bitches irritably.
“You’re not here to talk,” I growl right back, yanking ruthlessly on her ponytail. She gasps, and I use the opportunity to force her back down on my dick, groaning when the head butts up against the back of her throat, making her gag. “That’s better,” I grunt, jerking my hips up.
She makes a noise of protest, but it does nothing to appease the fury racing through my bloodstream. I thrust up at the same time that I jerk her down, smiling as tears sprout from her eyes, spilling down her cheeks and further smudging her makeup.
By the time I’m done with her, she’s going to look sloppy and well-used, and the thought of it fills me with smug satisfaction.
That’s why she’s here: to please me. Her place isn’t to question me or my attention, but to be on her knees, mouth stuffed full of cock.
She pulls against my hold, eyes bulging and nails scrabbling at my pant-covered thighs.
I let her go, flicking a brow up in challenge.
Rita takes a second to catch her breath, but after throwing a wary look my way, she takes me back into her mouth, cheeks hollowing furiously as she bobs up and down my length.
Gratified that she’s not going to push me anymore, I let her take control back. Leaning back against the couch in my office, I let out a sigh as her tongue expertly strokes the underside of my cock. Even so, she still isn’t enough to hold my attention, and my thoughts drift again.
Burnham might be the first account that we’ve lost, but it’s the fourth time numbers haven’t added up, and now my head is on the chopping block.
Is there someone incompetent working under me, or is this deliberate sabotage?
I thrust my hips up just as Rita bobs down, sending my dick too deep.
She doesn’t expect it, and she splutters, her face turning red as her eyes flare.
Her throat convulses around me, and my dick pulses.
The orgasm races through me, too fast and unsatisfying.
It does nothing to quell the tension stiffening the line of my shoulders or the ache in my neck, and I scowl down at the mess bent over my lap, shoving her away too early.
A glob of cum lands on her cheek, sliding down to plop on her skirt, and she stares daggers up at me.
“Seriously?” she demands, voice hoarse with how used her throat is.
“What the fuck, Christopher?” Rita wipes her hand over her face, grimacing at the slimy feel of my release on her fingers.
She rubs it off on her already ruined skirt, letting out a deep breath before pinning a fake, sultry smile on her swollen lips.
“My turn, hm?” She stands up, reaching up under her skirt and pulling down a tiny black thong, letting it pool around her ankles.
She kicks it away, pulling her skirt up over her hips to show me the plump lips of her pussy, but disinterest has me looking away.
Rita doesn’t give up, straddling my thighs and rubbing herself against my flaccid cock.
“Rita—”
A knock cuts me off, my attention shifting to the locked office door just as my assistant calls out, “Mr. Delcourt, your wife just called. She’s on her way to the hospital with your daughter. They think she’s broken her arm. Mrs. Delcourt asked that you call her back urgently.”
Ice skates down my spine, and I bolt to my feet, ignoring Rita’s cry of alarm as she goes sprawling to the ground. I tuck my cock away, calling out to Gail, “I’ll call her now. Thank you.”
Rita doesn’t make a move to get off the floor, her dark eyes fixed on me and her legs spread. I scowl down at her.
“Get gone.”
Her mouth pops open, a wounded look filling her eyes. “But—”
I cut her off with a dark glare. “You know what this is,” I say, voice dangerously low. “It’s time for you to go.”
Embarrassment colors her cheeks, but I don’t have time to pander to her, especially when she’s been pushing for more from me for months. She doesn’t want a relationship, but I fill a need in Rita that she can’t get anywhere else.
Outside this room, she’s a high-powered executive at a financial investment firm. With me, she’s just a submissive slut, with no expectations except that she swallows every drop of my cum.
She’s a release of tension, no better than a toy, but that’s the way she likes it. What she seems to be forgetting is that she is also replaceable. Our connection has no bearing on my marriage or my life. She isn’t the first, and she won’t be the last, but Lynley will always be my wife.
I head for my desk, picking up my cell phone and finding Lynley’s name. Before I connect the call, I look up and realize Rita’s still standing here, her mouth twisted into a scowl and her panties lying forgotten at her feet.
“What’re you waiting for?” I demand harshly. “A sticker saying, well done on the cock sucking?”
She presses her lips into a flat line, her shoulders straightening. “You’re a real asshole.”
“Am I?” I drawl. “That might mean a lot more from someone who didn’t just have her mouth stuffed full of my cock.”
Rita drags in a long breath. “Whatever,” she snaps. “Don’t forget to shut the cameras off.” Her eyes narrow to slits. “And obviously, I don’t want a copy of today’s shitty performance. I’ll be going to the club tonight to find someone else to satisfy me.”
It’s a pretty poor attempt at making me jealous, but that’s not something I’ve ever felt for anyone, let alone someone like Rita—a woman who uses me as much as I use her.
“You’re free to use the bathroom before you make your walk of shame,” I say, with no small amount of amusement. “You’ve got cum on your skirt, and you know how Gail likes to gossip.”
I turn away from her, moving to stand in front of the bank of windows that covers one wall of my office, listening as she stomps into the attached bathroom and slams the door shut.
Once she’s gone, I call Lynley, pressing the phone to my ear. It only rings once before there’s a click, and her voice is in my ear, filled with panic. “Christopher! Oh, god. Ginny… She—”
“Lynnie,” I interrupt soothingly. “Breathe.” It’s obvious from the noise in the background that she’s driving, and the last thing we need is her getting into an accident.
I inhale loudly and then let it out, waiting until she follows along before repeating the action.
Once her breathing is a little more even, and she sounds calm, I ask, “What happened?”
There’s a soft sniffle. “I’m not sure,” she whispers. “All they would tell me is that she fell off something in the playground and landed badly. The ambulance took her to Ashland Hospital, because there’s no X-ray in Sterling Creek.”
“How far away are you?”
“I’m about halfway.”
The bathroom door opens, and I watch as Rita comes out, her hair and makeup fixed. There’s a damp spot on her skirt, like she tried to scrub my cum out, and I smirk. She saunters across the office, bending low to scoop up her discarded panties.
I clear my throat when she keeps walking, and she looks at me over her shoulder, finding me with my hand out.
A mutinous look flashes through her eyes, but I just raise one eyebrow in silent command, my smile widening when she comes toward me and drops the panties into my hand.
I scrunch them into a ball, tucking them into my pocket for later.
“Christopher?” Lynley says in my ear, her voice trembling. “Are you there?”
I tip my chin at Rita, telling my wife, “I’m here.
Just stay calm, okay? I’ll meet you at the hospital.
We should get there at the same time.” I expect Rita to turn and walk away, but there’s something devious in her eyes before she steps closer, her hand reaching out to cup my dick.
Lynley says something else in my ear, but I don’t hear it as Rita squeezes, stroking me through my pants.
Her eyes slide to my phone, and I tell Lynley, “Hold the line, baby. I’ll be right back, okay?” I don’t wait for a response before I mute the call, and Rita grins, looking at me through her lashes.
“You look tense,” she observes, letting me go long enough to undo my pants. “I know you weren’t”—she pulls out my quickly swelling dick, jacking me roughly as she purrs— “satisfied earlier. Let me help you? That way, you’ll be completely there for your wife.”
I click unmute on the phone, telling Lynley, “I need to do one thing before I can leave the office. Are you okay to drive the rest of the way?”
There’s a pause before she says, in a small voice, “I’ll be fine, but Christopher—”
“I’ll see you soon,” I interrupt, and then hang up. I drop the phone to the ground, gripping Rita’s hips and spinning her around, pressing her up against the window. I rip her skirt up over her lush ass, kicking her legs open. I lean forward, breathing in her ear. “Hard and fast?”
“Yes, please,” she begs, pushing her ass back against me. “Fuck me until I feel nothing but you for the rest of the day.”
“Lucky I didn’t turn the cameras off yet.” I laugh lowly, pulling out a condom and quickly sliding it on my dick. I position myself at her wet entrance, sucking her earlobe into my mouth, enjoying the way her breath hitches. “This is going to be fun to watch later.”