Cheater

26. Derek

I get a text message from Chloe at 12:57 pm.

Chloe: I’m parked outside your club for our meeting. It looks closed. Am I at the wrong location? I’m at Downtown. Should I be at The Fifth?

I phone her.

“Hello?” she answers, her voice hesitant.

“I’m here. I’m unlocking the door. Come in,” I tell her while on the move.

“Okay, bye,” she mutters and ends the call as I reach the door, seeing her approach while sticking her phone into her pocket. She’s wearing a black business suit, her hair up, and she’s carrying a leather portfolio.

My pulse races at the sight of her, so when I open the door, I drop a kiss on her mouth, saying, “You look gorgeous.”

She jerks back, frowns and says nothing, but walks past me.

“I’m the only one here so far,” I tell her. “Staff won’t be here until after three. I grabbed lunch for us. It’s in my office.”

“I’d prefer to be out here,” she states. “Will this table do?”

She sets her things on the table closest to the door.

“No, it won’t do. My office, please.” I lift her bags and put my free hand to her lower back, guiding her.

She looks edible in this black blazer and short skirt business suit with her pale pink blouse, a serious look on her face. Her lips are shiny and pink. Her lashes are a thick ebony. She has little diamond studs in her earlobes. Her heeled shoes are sexy, they show her toes, which are done in pink polish. I don’t recall if her fingernails were done last night, it was pretty dim in her bedroom, but right now she’s got tips the same color as the toe polish.

I find myself fascinated by Chloe Turner’s every facet as I lead her into my office and close the door behind us. She startles at the click of the door like she’s suddenly in danger.

She eyes the table. Two large soups from the coffee shop. Two chocolate éclairs.

“I called Mr. Nguyen who very kindly baked his éclairs an hour early for me. I’m determined to feed you,” I say. “If you don’t eat this time, I might have to punish you.” I flash a grin.

She doesn’t smile. And I’m missing that. How she’d smile shyly at me before. Before she got angry with me.

“My boss called this morning and is very excited about the potential for working with you. He asked me to patch him into our meeting, so…” She pulls her phone out.

“No. This meeting is just us. And I heard the call between you. Don’t fib, little bunny.” I swat her ass playfully.

She jolts and as her face goes red, she states, “Don’t. I’m on the clock.”

“And I’m the client, so you’re on my clock. And I’ve decided, you’ll also be on my cock.”

She’s seething with anger. I continue talking. “We’ll have lunch, talk a little business, then you’ll get on your knees under my desk and suck my cock before you go home to finish up with your workday.” I casually remove my blazer and drape it over the back of my chair. “If you do a good job, which I suspect you will, I’ll spread you out over my desk and return the favor before I fuck you.”

“No, thank you,” she says as if she’s not affected by the offer.

Am I affecting her? Is she imagining my mouth between her legs?

“How about a business card, Chloe? You told me you only give them out for business reasons, so… I’ve given you a reason.” I smile.

Her eyes flash with fire and it sends a thrill up my spine.

“I’d like you to take the bonus back, Derek. I don’t want your money.”

“I can’t reverse it,” I state. “It’s your money now.”

“Then I want to return it to you. I’ll write you a check.”

“I won’t cash it.”

“Maybe I’ll take the money and leave town then. Start a new life. Away from you.”

I step toward her. She folds her arms. I put my arms around her and pull her closer.

“I’d find you,” I state, looking deep into her eyes.

The flash of emotion in her eyes gives me another thrill.

After I pull her the rest of the way into my body so she can feel how happy I am to see her, I grab her by the back of the neck and kiss her. She tries to move away, but I deepen it, sliding my tongue along the seam of her bubblegum pink lips, squeezing her neck.

I pull back, leaving her swaying.

She’s affected.

“You wanna play a little cat and mouse and see what happens when I catch you, go for it. Otherwise, don’t test me. You’ll waste money and time. Because I would leave no stone unturned until I found you. And there’s no telling what sorts of punishments I’d have to dole out to you and the folks you care about. Now, are you going to eat soup now or do you want my cock first?”

She looks at me with a blend of fear and disgust.

“If I slide my hand under this skirt, will I find you wet?”

“Don’t you dare.”

“About to tick another sexy bucket list line item. You, under my desk, sucking me off while I’m on a call. I think I’ll make the call to your manager. Tell him how very happy I was to meet you. How very much your skills impress me.” I run my hand up and down her ass. “Maybe dangle the carrot of a test project for my nightclubs and that if it all goes well, I’ll consider recommending the company to my brother Jonah. He was into that line of business until recently. He sold his company, but left a lot of family businesses using it. Maybe we’ll move a contract or two your company’s way. There’s also Eli who has some car washes, car dealerships, and some RV dealerships sprinkled throughout the state. Suspect he’d be only too happy to reconsider who he uses for his marketing.”

I advance and she stumbles backwards, falling onto the small couch against the window, I’m on her, pinning her while I shove her skirt up and slide my hand into her panties.

“Stop it,” she demands, struggling.

“You’re wet, just like I knew you would be,” I tell her. “Your body knows you want me. I just need to work on the rest of you, huh?” I smile and slide a finger into her tight, wet heat. “I could live inside this body, you know that? I could spend my life inside you and be perfectly happy. Undo my pants, Chloe. You can suck me off next time. I need inside you right now.”

“Don’t,” she grunts, trying to shove me.

I work a second finger in and press the palm of my hand against her mound. I squeeze, pressing my fingers against her g-spot, then my thumb strokes from side to side, applying friction to her clit.

“Got ‘cha. Exactly where I want you.”

Her eyes grow wider and her fighting grip on my wrist loosens as I feel her body reacting to my touch. I pull her blouse from her skirt with my free hand, sliding it up her torso until I find a lacy bra cup. My fingers skate across a pebbled nipple while I taste the skin of her neck, pulling it into my mouth.

“No!” she snaps, breathlessly. “Stop trying to leave marks on me.”

She shoves me again.

“Fine, no marks this time,” I relent. “You can mark me, though. Nails on my back. A hickey on my neck.”

“No, thank you,” she mutters, but she’s not pushing me off any longer.

I pinch her clit between my thumb and index knuckle. She reacts with a stifled shudder, eyes on my face, teeth embedded in her bottom lip. Her chest rises and falls fast.

“Wanna come, baby? Want my mouth? Or my fingers? My cock?”

She closes her eyes and blows out a slow exhale. She’s conflicted. She needs my assurance here.

“I’m the bad guy, Chloe. We both know that. Just open your legs a little more and let me in like the good girl you are. This is my doing, not your fault.” I remove my hand from her blouse and caress her face. “You’re just doing what you’re told. You’re protecting what you care about from me. You don’t have to feel bad about coming on my fingers, my tongue, my cock. You’re just being the good girl you always are. Doing the right thing.”

She says nothing, but our eyes are again locked. Her chest continues to rise and fall faster than usual. My tongue skims my lips, and her eyes drop to my mouth and stay there. She bites her lip with an expression that strikes me as pretty fucking close to that longing I’m looking for. I lean in and stroke her bottom lip with it, too. Her cunt squeezes around my fingers.

I smile.

She squirms. Her body seeks more friction. And she’s about to get it.

My lips touch hers. “Kiss me,” I demand. “Now, Chloe. Or else.”

She doesn’t. But she doesn’t pull away either. She’s breathing heavily.

“I want to feel your hands in my hair again, your sweet little pussy squeezing me. Give that to me, baby. Give it to me and I’ll make you come so hard. Reward you for being such a good fucking girl for me.”

I press my forehead to hers and pump my fingers a couple times.

She whimpers, eyes closed tight.

“Okay, fine. I’ll let you keep your eyes closed this time. Just this time. So you don’t have to feel bad, okay?” I whisper and then touch my lips to hers. “I’m gonna keep kissing you, keep making you feel good. You have to kiss me back, Chloe. You have to. Or else.”

Her chin trembles like she’s about to cry, but her cunt squeezes around my fingers again and I reward her by pressing harder into her G-spot, by rubbing faster circles around her clit as I kiss her. Her lips part and I swallow another whimper as our tongues touch.

“Let me have your sounds. Now. Do it and you’ll get my mouth around your hot little clit.”

She whimpers. Not intentionally, I don’t think. She was holding her breath. Now, she’s panting.

“That’s my perfect girl.” I kiss her again and our tongues touch as her back arches.

Pulling back so I can move down her body, I’m immensely satisfied by the sight of her swollen lips, by the look on her face that tells me everything I need to know. I keep moving until I’m mostly off the couch, lifting her skirt up some more until it’s practically a belt. I tear her pink panties off and pocket them, then lift her right leg and drape it so her heel is resting on the top of the couch back.

She’s splayed wide open for me when I dive in and taste her.

She tries to stifle another whimper, but fails.

I undo the buttons of the pink blouse and reveal the lacy pale pink bra.

“Matching bra and panties, little bunbun?” I chuckle. “It’s like you knew I’d see these. Didn’t you? You wanted me to make you strip for me so you could show me all this pink lace draped over these beautiful tits. This pretty, shaved pussy. No baby unicorns are dyin’ today, Chloe, baby.”

She posted a rant on her sex blog, the last post on there, about going to the trouble of lady-scaping for a man and having him not make a move. She ranted that baby unicorns die when that happens. They dissolve like putting candy floss into water. And then she had a sparkled image of a unicorn with a caption – Save the Baby Unicorns.

By my calculations, that post was written not long after she started dating Hallman. He was disappointing, even from the beginning.

She doesn’t say anything, just keeps her eyes shut, her teeth holding that bottom lip. So I get back to business, running my tongue through her folds, dipping into her wet opening, before I close my mouth around that swollen button and suck hard, watching her back leave the couch, feeling more of her essence coat my tongue. I take both of her beautiful breasts into my hands and run my thumbs over her taut nipples while I apply suction to her clit.

Her body starts to tremble, so I keep it up. A rhythm of circles around her nipples and long, hard strokes of my tongue between her legs.

As she hits her climax, I let go of her tits and I’ve got her ass cheeks in each hand, massaging as I suck harder, watching her come apart under my control. Arching harder, bared tits pointing at the ceiling as she gives me all her sounds, doesn’t stifle any of them, and it’s like music to me.

I release her left cheek to free my cock out of my suit pants, biting down on her clit, making her squeal as her eyes jolt open to connect with mine.

“Baby,” I say softly as I move up her body and then I pull back so I can slam forward, hard and to the root as my mouth again collides with hers, feeling my sweet girl’s orgasm ramp up again. “Such a good girl.”

Another thing that’s just mine. Multiple orgasms. One of her entries was about never having the pleasure and I suspect Hallman didn’t do this for her.

At the idea of him even trying, I pick up my rhythm and it turns punishing. She feels so fucking good.

“This cock is tired of not being where it belongs,” I tell her, kissing her over and over. “I don’t know how much longer I can last before I don’t let you go, before I keep you.”

She stops making sounds, she stops responding. She goes still.

“Keep you with me always, making all your dreams come true, making you fall so madly in love with me you’ll never wanna leave.” I hold her face as I thrust in again and again, but her eyes are closed now.

“Chloe. Eyes!” I snap. “No hiding from me.” She’ll soon figure this out, even if it has to be the hard way. “He will never make you feel like this. He will never put in an ounce of effort above and beyond what he feels he has to do whereas I’ll go all in to give you whatever you want, as much as you want. Because why, Chloe? I want you. The more I have of you, the more I want.”

The way we look at one another, her expression stark, raw, her lips looking swollen, her eyes glassy, I know I’ll never grow tired of being inside her while she comes, I’ll never grow bored of exploring the facets in these light blue irises as she looks at me, while she watches me come.

I’m coming, and she whispers, “I hate you.”

She doesn’t.

“I… want you to l-leave me alone,” she rasps, eyes closing as she tries to catch her breath.

“That’s a lie,” I accuse, then roll off, not happy about the lack of space on this couch for basking in the afterglow. Though she doesn’t seem interested in that part at the moment as she curls up into a ball and stares at nothing while I shove my cock back into my suit pants and zip up.

I lick my lips. “Damn, you taste good.” I caress her hip. “There’s a bathroom right there if you need it.”

Without looking at me, she gets up and the skirt falls back into place. She holds her blouse closed as she disappears into the small bathroom. She locks the door.

When she steps out, I’m at the conference table, opening my soup.

“My underwear, please.” She holds her hand out.

I clap her palm and catch her hand, pulling her over until she stumbles, landing on my lap.

“Derek,” she grumbles.

I rub my nose along hers, “They’re mine now.” I dip, then lift my spoon and hold it in her direction.

“Eat.”

She shakes her head.

“I’m sacrificing a wonton here for you, baby. C’mon. That’s a gift and you know it.” I move the spoon closer to her mouth.

“Don’t ruin this soup for me, stalker.”

“Eat the wonton, bunny. Eat the wonton or we’re going to Vegas where you’ll marry me.”

“Don’t be ridiculous.”

“Is that a dare?” I ask.

She opens her mouth and I push the spoon in. She nibbles half of the wonton daintily.

I finish the other half and then kiss her neck, laughing.

“I need my underwear, please,” she says.

“What underwear?” I ask, and lift the spoon again. “Have some of this broth.”

She pulls away. “Seriously!”

“I’m completely serious. I’m gonna jack off with those later.” I take another spoonful of soup. After swallowing, I gesture to the empty chair across the table from me. “Sit. Eat.”

Chloe sits across from me and stares down at her leather portfolio.

“Plenty more ticks for the sexy bucket list today, hey?” I wipe my mouth with a napkin.

“The sexy bucket list no longer exists,” Chloe states snottily.

“What do you mean?” I ask.

“Have a look,” she challenges, gesturing toward my computer with a smug look on her face.

“That sass on your face makes me want to take you over my knee and spank your little ass before I fuck it,” I state as I get up and move behind my desk, putting furniture between us for a moment as I rein in my reaction.

“That’s become my to-do list, Chloe. Anything I’ve claimed as mine, I’m warning you… do not dare steal it from me. Steal from a Steele and you’ll lose much more than you took.”

She gives me a sour look filled with fake bravado. “There’s nothing to do with me that’s yours. I have to actually give it to you for it to be yours. I’ve given you nothing but a one-night hall pass. You used it already.”

“Good point. I might have to remedy this.”

She’s going to give me everything. Soon.

Fire blazes in her pretty blue eyes and so does something else. I’m not sure what label to give it.

“Derek, I’m done here unless you have any actual Cavalier-related requests. I’ll tell my boss we met, had lunch, and it was all very casual. That you told me you’re looking forward to seeing how things go for the next three months and then you’ll let us know how we’re doing.”

“I’m buying it,” I tell her. “I’m buying it and giving it to you. You’ll be the boss soon.”

“That won’t work for me. In fact, if you do that, I’ll quit.”

“And maybe wherever you find a new job, I’ll buy that company and give it to you, too,” I warn.

“Why?” she asks, looking absolutely bewildered.

“I’m a goal-oriented man. I’m simply working toward a goal right now.”

“And what goal is that? To ruin my life? To end my relationship? To exert your power and money so much it steals my sanity and I wind up just as mad as you are?”

I shake my head in dismay. “Baby, baby, baby. You’ve got it all wrong.”

She swallows hard, looking hurt.

I continue. “To make you happy, Chloe. To fulfill all your fantasies. So I get to watch you fall madly in love with me while I make every wish you have come true. The benefit to me being mad, as you put it, is that there’s nothing I won’t do to make sure I accomplish my goals.”

“I’m leaving,” she states. “You got what you wanted. Fucking with my head and my body, so I’m gonna go.”

“Take your soup.” I gesture to the unopened soup, then add, “And both donuts.”

“No, thank you.”

“Chloe. Take them.” I put it all into the paper bag with twine handles and hand it to her. “I insist.”