18. Sophie
18
SOPHIE
“ I just need to get a few things, it won’t be long.”
The gentle thud of E&V’s front door echoes through the cavernous space, which is eerily still and empty. I’ve never been here when the lights are off, and it’s even darker than it should be with the snow built up on all the windows.
I shiver, pulling my coat tighter around myself as I edge into the room, watching Bram move around the reception desk to flick on the lights. We only have a few more hours together before Honor’s flight lands, and I don’t want to kick off this new—more complicated—phase of our friendship by abandoning her post-breakup.
That won’t stop me from sneaking back to Bram’s house after she’s gone to bed.
Above my head, the original brass bank chandelier flickers to life, and my heart lifts as Bram reappears, pulling his leather gloves off while he surveys the room. “Did I tell you we’re trying to buy the lot behind us?” He nods toward the mostly abandoned parking lot behind the office. “When we bought this place, it was huge, but now…” He trails off, smiling wryly.
I laugh. “Now, you’re very important and successful and you need to expand your empire?”
The corners of Bram’s eyes crease as his arm snakes around my waist, pulling me close. “Are you impressed?”
Playing with the zipper of his coat, I hum, feigning deep consideration. “I’ll be impressed when you bring back the chocolate chip cookies in the vending machine. If I want to eat sixteen cookies in one day and lay on the couch groaning when I get home from work, that’s my business.”
“You’re a heathen.”
“You like it.”
He doesn’t argue, grinning as he draws back and takes my hand, the two of us walking side by side up the marble staircase toward our office space. “What’s going to happen when work starts up again?” I ask as we enter Team Vogel’s domain. Bram releases his hold on me to flip on the lights, illuminating dozens of empty workspaces. It feels weird to be back here, when the last time I was, I’d resigned myself to Bram never returning my feelings. Now, only a few days later, everything is different.
Bram unlocks his office door and pushes it open. I trail after him, watching as he crosses to his desk and starts booting up his computer. “I’ll have a sit down with HR and explain the situation,” he says at last, sounding weary. “They won’t be happy, I’m afraid, but there’s not much they can do. I own fifty percent of the company, and there are no other shareholders apart from Holden.”
I nibble on my bottom lip. “Could they fire me?”
This question earns me a sharp, reproving look. “Not without cause. You’re excellent at what you do, and you have a spotless employment record, Sophie. If they try it, I’ll fire them. ”
“In the spirit of full disclosure, I did use one of my sick days because the night before I ate an entire pot brownie without reading the label, and it turns out you’re only supposed to have a sixteenth at a time.”
Bram snorts, shaking his head as he straightens up, kissing me on his way back out the door. “Lesson learned, I presume? Wait here, I’ll be right back. Marty left some contracts for me in his office.”
He vanishes back the way we came, and I stroll around his desk, smirking as I plop down in his fancy chair. It’s completely irrational, given how serious Bram has proven to be about our relationship, and yet, I can’t help feeling like I’m breaking the rules by sitting here.
This train of thought leads me to other rule-breaking fantasies I’ve had that are set in this very room. We just had sex like two hours ago, but I find myself squirming as a dangerous possibility occurs to me. After all, when will we have the chance to be totally alone in this building again? Even late at night, there is almost always some overachieving architect hunched over their computer, trying to impress Bram or Holden. Now, with the building closed for the holidays…
Grinning to myself, I get to my feet, kicking off my boots and stripping off the coat and fresh set of clothes we picked up at my apartment on the way here. I’ve only just shoved the whole jumbled mess under Bram’s desk and hopped up right beside the keyboard when footsteps signal the return of the man himself.
My heart flutters as Bram reenters the room, his eyes glued to a very legal set of documents, serious concentration frown in place. “Alright, we can get going, I think,” he tells me absently, flipping a page as he halts five feet away, oblivious to the naked woman on his desk .
I have to press my lips together to keep from laughing. “Are you sure? Nothing you want to do first?”
Another page flip, and a disapproving sigh. “Marty is lucky it’s holiday break, otherwise I’d call him in to fix this.”
“Maybe you should put down the work, Mr. Vogel.” Something in my tone must divert his one-track mind, because Bram glances up, and does a double take. I smirk as the contracts fall to his side. “Can I help take your mind off things?”
With a throaty chuckle, Bram tosses the papers onto the corner of the desk, his fingers moving to the buttons on his coat. “This is very unprofessional, Miss Nelson.”
Biting my lip, I gaze at him from beneath my eyelashes. “So… You don’t want to?” My voice is shy and tentative, playing the part of the much younger employee who isn’t sure if all those looks her boss gives her mean anything. Not a stretch, considering that’s exactly who I was this time last week.
Bram tosses his coat onto the chair, his eyes roaming over my body. Without a single word, he rounds the corner of the desk, coming to stand before me. My thighs are pressed together, and I suck in a ragged gasp when Bram reaches out, easing them apart.
Is it hot in here?
“Oh, I want to. You’re a beautiful young woman, Miss Nelson. I’m only human,” he rumbles, running his hands over my hips and up to tease my nipples, which have tightened and pebbled in the chilly office air. “We could both get into a lot of trouble for this, though.”
Sighing, I arch into his touch as my inner walls clutch desperately at nothing, aching to be filled. “I promise not to tell, Mr. Vogel. Please fuck me? I need it so bad.”
Bram lets out a dark laugh, and one arm snakes around my waist, holding me up so the back of my head doesn’t hit the desk. He takes one of my nipples in his mouth, sucking it between his teeth. My moan is loud and shameless, echoing off the glass walls.
“You see, this is what I’m worried about, sweetheart,” Bram murmurs, switching to the other side. “I don’t think I can trust you to be quiet. We can’t have anyone hearing what a horny little thing you are.”
My hand drifts to his belt, pulling it free from the loops as he watches with gleaming eyes. “I’ll be quiet,” I promise, almost panting with how badly I need him to fuck me now. There’s no acting involved in this part, no need to pretend. “Please,” I beg, reaching into his pants to grasp the base of his hard cock, stroking him.
“Fuck,” he spits, pushing my hands out of the way so he can shove his boxers down, allowing his length to bob into the air between us. The thick, flared head is already shiny with pre-cum, proof of just how affected by this he is, and I wiggle to the edge of the desk. I wrap my legs around his hips, opening myself up as he guides his tip through my slit, both of us already panting.
“Please,” I plead, my voice breaking as he presses against my entrance, only to pull away. We’ve had more sex in the last two days than I have in the rest of my life combined, and it’s still not enough.
Our moans come in unison as Bram eases forward, entering me in a single, slow, controlled thrust. “Christ, you’re incredible,” he grunts, pausing when he’s balls deep, and easing back a little so we can both see how tightly my pussy is clinging to his base. “Is this what you wanted, Miss Nelson? Did you want this pussy filled by your boss’s fat cock?”
His words make something twist deep in my belly, and wetness floods over his length, easing the way as he rocks in and out, and at this angle, his tip nudges the very deepest part of me .
“Yes,” I admit with a moan as the wet slap of skin grows louder, Bram fucking me faster. “It feels so good. I needed it so bad.”
“I know you did, sweetheart. Hold still, alright? Let me use you hard.” His voice is strained as I do as he asks, clinging to him while his hips snap faster, setting a deep, punishing pace.
My head falls back as the muscles below my belly button tighten, heat spreading outward from my core. Knowing Bram, he’s not even close to done with me, but I’m going to come any second. Forgetting my promise to be quiet, my cries grow louder, punctuated by Bram’s low, masculine grunts of pleasure.
“Well, well, well. This is a surprise.”
My heart shoots into my throat at the sound of the male voice behind me, one that most definitely does not belong to the man between my legs. I squeal, burying my face in Bram’s neck as he gathers me close, his muscles tense. “What the fuck are you doing here?”
Hazarding a peek over my shoulder, my face floods with heat at the sight of the familiar man leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed and smirking.
“Hey, Sophie,” Holden says casually, as though I’m not naked and his business partner’s dick isn’t currently inside me. “Did you have a good Christmas?”
I splutter, looking up at Bram, who is glaring daggers at his business partner. “Get the fuck out!”
Holden ignores him, eyes bright with amusement. “I’m just surprised, Bram! I thought nothing was going to happen.”
A hysterical giggle bursts from my lips as I look back and forth between the two. This might be the weirdest, sluttiest situation I’ve ever found myself in, and I’m kind of proud.
Bram grits his teeth, his protective hold on me tightening. “Can we discuss this later? ”
“Or, I could stay. It wouldn’t be the first time.” He eyes me speculatively, trying to discern whether this information is a surprise to me. “I bet Sophie would enjoy herself greatly.”
While the idea doesn’t not appeal to me, it’s clear that Bram feels differently. He growls. “You’re not laying a finger on her.”
Okay, the growly, possessive thing is pretty hot. My pussy obviously agrees, because fresh arousal floods the dick still pressed deep inside me. Bram shifts, the wiry hair at his base brushing my swollen clit, and I have to bite my lip to keep myself from moaning.
Holden’s eyes roam over my exposed back, butt, and legs wrapped around Bram’s hips. “I’m not sure I’ve ever seen you so territorial, partner.”
“Because she’s mine.” I suck in a ragged gasp as he rocks forward, and Bram’s hand comes up to grip my chin, turning my head so he can kiss me fiercely. “Eyes on me, sweetheart. Tell me how it feels, don’t be shy.”
My mouth falls open as he pulses in and out, fucking me. “Bram,” I whisper, my voice breaking as he lowers his forehead to mine, gazing directly into my eyes. “You feel so good.”
He isn’t going to stop. This isn’t ending until I’ve come, he’s come, and Holden is left with absolutely no doubt who I want.
I can help with that.
Reaching up, I tangle my fingers through his hair, pulling him down to kiss me again, harder than before. Bram’s teeth graze my bottom lip, his tongue darting out to soothe the brief sting as his hips move faster.
“Fuck,” I cry as we break apart, and there’s no mistaking how wet I am with the sloppy, crude sounds filling the office. “I’m so close.”
“Come on my dick, sweetheart,” he grits out, teeth bared as he fucks me harder. “Squeeze me tight. Show me how bad you want my cum.”
It’s as though my body is outside my control. Whether Holden is still in the room doesn’t matter, all I can think about is pleasing Bram and doing what he says. Shoving a hand between us, I rub furiously at my clit, my fingertips brushing Bram’s cock as he pumps in and out of me.
Seconds later, I’m coming, my broken sob of pleasure unrestrained as I writhe against the man holding me. Bram’s words of praise are rough, and just as I’ve sagged against him, boneless and hazy from my orgasm, his shaft twitches inside me and he wedges himself deep.
I cling to his shoulders, panting, as he holds me close. The now-familiar sensation of his release coating my inner walls is almost as good as my own orgasm was, and I kiss his jaw, worshiping him as his pleasure recedes.
The arm still banded around my bare waist tightens, and Bram lifts his head, glaring at his business partner. “You can go now.”