Chapter 9
Dinner and dessert
Amelia
Alex and I tease each other a lot, but something about lunch sticks with me for the rest of the day. I can’t stop thinking that we would be great as a couple.
Usually, I’m able to push thoughts like that out of my mind, but the closer we get to my trip, the harder it is.
With me leaving for Bean’s wedding in a week, we’re working late to finish a few projects. We order dinner and then snack on the chocolate and mint cookies I keep in my desk. It’s almost eleven when we stop for the night.
After sitting on the couch in his office for so long, I stand and stretch my arms up over my head.
When I arch my back, I can’t help but notice Alex’s eyes linger on my chest. My nipples tighten under his gaze and I bite back a moan.
Trying to ignore my body’s reaction, I gather the garbage and toss it in the can beside Alex’s desk.
Then I step closer to the wall of windows behind his chair and look out over the city.
I love the view of the lights from this spot.
It’s one of my favorite parts of staying late.
The other being the man who is now standing next to me.
“It’s so pretty,” I say.
“Fucking gorgeous,” he murmurs.
Turning, I find him staring at me. His hair and tie are messy. His spicy musk surrounds me. And his eyes… They’re filled with need. Desire. Maybe more.
My control snaps. I take a small step forward. “Alex,” I whisper, reaching for his tie. But instead of fixing it like I normally do, I tug on it gently and raise my chin.
His throat bobs and his green eyes darken. “Fuck it,” he mutters just before his lips meet mine.
Maybe it hasn’t all been in my head. Maybe this hasn’t been a one-sided crush.
A full year of longing—of yearning—is in this kiss.
His fingertips dig into my hips, pulling me close as my arms wrap around his neck. I tangle one hand in his hair, afraid he’s going to pull away and praying he doesn’t.
His hard cock presses against my stomach, and I moan into his mouth.
He turns us slightly, guiding me backward until my ass hits his desk without breaking the kiss.
His hand grazes the inside of my thigh, then he runs his knuckles between my legs.
He groans when he finds my panties soaked.
A finger slips under the side, gently stroking me.
I throw my head back, panting and breathless.
“Tell me to stop,” he rasps.
“No. God, Alex. Don’t stop,” I plead.
His mouth moves along my neck, kissing, licking, and nipping at my throat. The thought of him marking me with his teeth and beard sends a shiver throughout my body. He kisses a path across my skin as he unbuttons my shirt slowly before tossing it onto his desk. My bra follows.
“So fucking perfect,” he murmurs as he runs the pad of his thumb over one of my nipples. I gasp at the rush of pleasure.
Then he hikes my skirt up to my waist as he takes that nipple into his mouth. My hands are in his hair, and I’m grinding my pussy shamelessly against the thigh wedged between my legs. His fingers find my clit as he gently bites on my other nipple.
I reach for his belt, but he steps back slightly, gently biting my bottom lip when I pout.
“If I don’t eat your pussy right now, I’m pretty sure I’ll die.”
Every time I think I couldn’t possibly get wetter, he proves me wrong. And I’m not at all mad about it.
“Well, if your life is on the line…”
Nipping my lip again with a low chuckle, he drags my panties down my legs and tosses them aside before lifting me up and setting my ass on the edge of the desk.
When he sits in his chair and looks at me from between my knees, another moan slips out.
I swear I almost come from the sight of him alone.
“I’ve had fantasies about this,” I admit huskily.
His eyes sparkle wickedly. “Me too.” Then his mouth is on my pussy, and he devours me.
I arch my back, digging my fingers into his hair and whimpering his name.
His hands grip my hips as he teases me, his tongue swirling, circling, and flicking my clit, bringing me closer and closer to the edge.
He keeps me there, teetering on the cliff as he licks me from top to bottom, dipping his tongue inside, then doing it again.
The sounds of him eating my pussy are so goddamned erotic.
Then he sucks my clit into his mouth.
“Oh shit,” I gasp, shattering with a flood of wetness. He licks me through my orgasm, like he doesn’t want to waste a single drop.
No one I’ve been with before really knew what they were doing down there, even with me trying to direct them. On the rare occasion I had an orgasm with someone else, I felt underwhelmed and could do better alone with a toy or my own fingers, so I haven’t bothered dating in years.
But Alex… He knows what he’s doing. He pays attention to how I react, what I like.
I thought people were exaggerating when they described orgasms as ‘mind-blowing,’ but they weren’t. My mind is officially blown.
Our eyes meet as he lifts his head slightly, his lips and beard glistening.
He’s so sexy covered in me.
“Best fucking thing I’ve ever tasted in my life.
” His voice is deeper and huskier than normal.
He trails a finger through the new wetness collecting between my thighs before slipping it inside me, stroking my G-spot.
Then he brings his other hand up and pinches my clit, sending me over the edge again.
His eyes don’t leave me as I come even harder than before.
“And that’s the most beautiful sight I’ve ever seen,” he says as I’m still catching my breath.
A cocky smirk crosses his face as he brings his wet fingers up to his mouth and licks them clean.
My legs feel like jelly when I hop off the desk.
I pull him up with me, but then drag his face down to mine.
Tasting myself on his lips, on his tongue, turns me on so much.
I reach for his belt again, and he doesn’t stop me this time.
After unzipping his pants, I reach in and wrap my hand around his thick cock.
His breath comes out as a hiss against my mouth.
I stroke him a few times and rub the pre-cum that beads at the tip around the head of his cock before pushing his pants and boxers down over his hips and perfect ass.
When I drop to my knees in front of him, his eyes darken.
“I’ve had fantasies about this, too,” I say, taking the tip of his dick in my mouth.
I’ve never really enjoyed giving blow jobs before, but I’ve always known I would love giving Alex one.
And I wasn’t wrong. Not in the least. His salty flavor explodes on my tongue, and I can’t believe I have waited so long to do this. I want to do this every damn day.
I lick him up and down, running my tongue around his head, and then thank god for my nonexistent gag reflex when I deep-throat him.
Alex’s fingers dig into my hair, my bun destroyed long ago, but he lets me set the pace.
I pull back until only the tip remains in my mouth, then take all of him in again—over and over until I feel him tense.
“I’m going to come,” he warns as if he expects me to let him come anywhere but my mouth.
That’s not happening. I take him as deep as I can and hollow out my cheeks.
“Amelia!” he shouts, his voice raspy as he comes down my throat.
I swallow every last drop, then lick his cock clean.
He drags me to my feet, his mouth crashing into mine.
Our tongues tangle and dance until we’re both breathless.
“Perfect. You’re fucking perfect.” His forehead rests on mine as we pull air into our lungs.
He lifts me and sets me on his desk again.
His hands run down my thighs, and when he encounters the scar on the left one, he stills for a second, concern breaking into his gaze.
“It’s fine. I’m fine,” I insist.
I pull his tie from around his neck, then unbutton his shirt and push it off him and onto the floor. We kiss and touch, slowly working ourselves up again. His fingertips tease my clit at a pace that is delicious and maddening.
“So fucking wet,” he groans, his lips grazing my ear, sending pleasure through my praise-loving veins. “I’m going to fuck you on my desk like I’ve been wanting to do for a goddamned year.”
“Yes, please,” I beg.
“Let me grab a condom.”
“Can… Can we not use one? I’m on birth control and tested negative, and I just really want to feel you inside me.
” I’ve never had sex without a condom before, but every time I’ve imagined this moment, it’s always been without one.
But now I’m second-guessing myself. “We don’t have to. It’s fine,” I say, feeling awkward.
Alex kisses me, silencing my rambling. “I’m negative, too. And I want nothing more than to take you bare.” He notches the head of his cock in my pussy and gently starts sinking into me. I arch my back, pushing my hips forward and pulling him into me.
“Fuck,” he groans, dropping his face to the crook of my neck. “Don’t move for a second.”
He pulls out slightly, then fills me in one thrust. I gasp and dig my nails into his shoulders.
He feels so good. So perfect. So fucking right.
He pulls out again and slams back into me, the perfect combination of gentle and rough as he fucks me.
He grunts and groans as he thrusts, the sounds fueling my building orgasm as much as his movements.
I arch my back even more, and when his teeth graze and then bite down on my nipple, I start to see stars.
Then he stills deep inside me and rotates his hips.
“Oh fuck. Alex!”
He roars my name and his lips find mine as he comes with me. We’re panting and covered in a fine sheen of sweat, and I’ve never been happier. Or more satisfied.
We both groan as his cock slips from my pussy. He steps back slightly, his eyes trained where I feel his cum leaking out of me. Then he drags a finger through the mess and pushes it back in.
I gasp, and he smirks at me. “That belongs inside you, Amelia.”
Feeling brave and bratty, I grab his wrist and drag his hand up to my mouth before wrapping my lips around his glistening finger. Moaning at the taste of us, I suck it clean as he watches.
“God, I fucking love it when you’re sassy,” he growls before helping me down from the desk.
“You have expressly told me to watch my sassiness in meetings,” I remind him with a laugh as I start to search for my panties. I find them under the desk and pull them on, even though they’re soaked, to help keep his cum from running down my legs before tugging my skirt down.
Grabbing my bra, I fasten it and then pull on my shirt. I’m not ready for our night to end. I want our night to continue into the morning. I want to wake up in his arms.
“I don’t know about you, but I’m starving.
We could grab some food and take it to your place.
My apartment is nice and all, but I’m sure yours is a million times nicer,” I babble, working on the buttons of my shirt.
“But maybe we should stop by mine first and grab some clothes because I can’t wear this again tomorrow. ”
He doesn’t respond, and I turn to find him standing with his pants and boxers still around his ankles. My brow crinkles and my smile fades when I see the look on his face. “Are you okay?”
Shaking his head in small movements, he bends and yanks his clothes up. “We… We shouldn’t have done that, Amelia,” he says, unable to hide the remorse in his voice.
I can’t disguise the hurt in mine. “What?” He might as well have just stabbed me with a letter opener.
“This was a mistake,” he mutters, zipping up his pants and looking everywhere but at me.
“A mistake?” I whisper, gutted. The light, floaty post-orgasmic bliss has been replaced by a heavy weight.
“Yes. A mistake. I’m your boss and too damn old for you,” he grumbles, pulling on and buttoning his shirt. “This… This can’t happen again. Our relationship needs to remain purely professional.”
“Our relationship has never been purely professional! We’ve always blurred the line, Alex.”
He’s silent as he picks his tie up off the floor and stares at it. It’s one I bought him for his birthday.
“I actually thought we were turning whatever this was into something more, something bigger for a second there.” My voice cracks but then turns harsh. Bitter. Maybe there was never anything real between us… “But I guess you got all you wanted out of it.”
Grabbing my purse from the couch, I curse my choice of heels as I storm out of his office down the hall. As the elevator doors open, I hear him call after me.
“Amelia, wait.”
Ignoring him, I step in and press the button for the ground floor. He runs toward me, looking distressed.
“Wait!” he yells desperately. But I can’t take any more pain tonight.
The doors close before he gets there, and I blink back tears on the ride down, willing the elevator to move faster. I race out the front doors and thank whatever gods might be watching tonight because there’s a cab driving by.
Through tear-filled eyes, I glance out the window toward the building just as the stairway door slams open and Alex rushes out into the lobby. His eyes meet mine, and though I can’t hear him, I know he yells my name.
But the car pulls away and I’m gone.
I don’t answer my phone when it rings a few seconds later. I don’t listen to the voicemail he leaves or read the texts he sends. But I can’t bring myself to delete them so I just pretend they aren’t there and block his number.
No woman wants the man she’s been more than half in love with for a year to look at her with regret right after having amazing, mind-blowing sex. He can shove his shame up his ass and fuck all the way off.
As soon as I lock my apartment door behind me, I peel off my clothes, climb into the shower, and cry until I’m out of hot water. It runs out faster than my tears do.
I pour myself a big glass of wine and change my plane ticket home. I’m not due to be there for another week, but there’s no way I’m staying here until then. My new flight leaves in the morning, so I keep drinking and start packing before crying myself to sleep for a few hours.
Not exactly sober in the cab on the way to the airport, I email my letter of resignation to Katie.
At this point, I don’t care about cashing out my vacation time or trying to get a reference. I just care about surrounding myself with people who love me, nursing my broken and bruised heart, and getting the fuck away from Alex Delgado.