Chapter 31
ZACK
For the last year I’ve felt nothing in my heart but the loss of my younger brother.
Whether I was here running my multi-billion company, or at home trying to keep my family together.
It’s always there, always present, and I couldn’t envision anything else consuming me in quite the same way.
My grief is just something I have become accustomed to, and I have become good at keeping it at bay when necessary.
I can’t ignore it completely, that would be impossible, but I have learned to do it just enough to make sure everyone else is okay, and that Royton Technology didn’t suffer.
I wish the same could be said for what happened with Lily and Max.
There isn’t a point of the day or night that I am not thinking about them, or what they are doing, the two of them now plaguing my every waking thought.
I did my best to stay out of their way while we were still on vacation, not wanting to blur the lines anymore than we already have.
They make each other happy, and I want that for them, and I don’t see how adding myself to the equation wouldn’t just complicate things between everyone.
Staying away from them proved harder than I imagined, and the longing looks from both of them almost brought me to my knees, but I think it was for the best.
I thought being back in the city would help me, that being in work and going back to my normal routine would erase the desperate ache inside of me.
It doesn’t feel the same as my grief, it’s not heavy or heartbreaking, no, instead it feels like an overwhelming need that will never be sated.
I can’t remember ever losing my mind like this over anyone else, and the fact I’m losing it over my sister and my best friend makes it even worse.
It’s why I’ve been avoiding them, which I know is stupid, avoiding them won’t help, if anything it’s just making things worse, but I don’t know what else I can do.
I know I want them, and worse, I know I can have them, they have made that more than clear, but I can’t bring myself to take what they are offering.
Hence why I’ve spent all week hiding in my office, giving my family the excuse of catching up on work, which I have actually been doing.
I’m on the phone right now, listening to a member of my board tell me all about some problems with a company we invested in last year.
It’s something he could easily deal with himself, I pick and train my staff well, but entertaining the call means I can ignore everything else.
I’m about to start explaining everything we need to do, down to the last tiny detail, when my door flies open with no warning.
I turn in my chair, opening my mouth to scold whoever it is, when I freeze at the sight of my sister, just as my intercom goes off.
“Mr. Royton, your sister is here,” Sasha pants through the speaker, as if she tried to get to it as quickly as possible.
I’m sure she tried to stop her from coming in before she could tell me, the same way I’m sure Lily didn’t even give her a chance. She’s always gotten away with more than anyone else here, she’s one of very few people allowed in here at any time.
“One second, Scott.” I mute my call so I can press down the button to respond, “Yes, I can see that, Sasha, thank you.” Releasing the button, I watch in confusion as Lily locks the door behind her, changing the tint on the windows to a full privacy screen, while I stare at her in surprise.
Unmuting the phone, I go back to my call, as she walks toward me with purpose.
“Sorry about that, Scott, where were we?” I ask, not focused on him in the slightest, not when her proximity threatens to ruin me.
“You’re gonna want to hang up now,” she tells me, rounding my desk so I have to turn my chair to keep track of her.
I shake my head, still listening to Scott, as she closes the distance between us and grabs the phone before I can protest. “Hey, Scott, sorry to interrupt,” she starts, and I’m not sure what he says, but she smiles, her eyes still on mine.
“No, it’s Lily.” Another pause. “Yeah, it’s good to hear your voice too.
Listen, my brother will have to call you back, I’ve got a bit of a personal emergency and I need his help.
” I try to grab the phone, looking at her like she’s lost her mind, but she bats my hand away.
“That would be great, thanks, Scott, I’ll talk to you soon.
” She slams the phone down without an ounce of regret.
“Lils, what the hell?” I ask, reaching for the phone to call him back, but she steps in between me and the desk.
“You’re avoiding me,” she accuses, looking down at me matter-of-factly and when I open my mouth to respond she holds her hand up to stop me.
“No, don’t feed me your line of catching up with work, I already heard it from mom, and unlike her I know it’s bullshit.
You're avoiding me and you're avoiding Max.” She leans down, bringing herself closer to me, but I shove my chair further away from my desk, jumping to my feet.
“No, I can’t do this right now, I have a meeting in thirty minutes.”
Lily watches me calmly, and it’s only now I fully take in her appearance.
Her hair and makeup are done to perfection, her black waves falling sleekly down to her chest, and she is wearing a long, stylish black coat.
She’s dressed as if she’s ready for a business meeting, but from the look in her eye, I don’t think she’s looking to talk about her shares in Royton Tech.
She nods at my words, as if she has every intention of taking them on board, but then she reaches down and begins to untie the strap holding her coat in place. “I think you should cancel it,” she tells me firmly, pulling her lapels apart to reveal herself in nothing but lingerie.
Fuck.
Black lace encases her breasts in a beautiful and intricate design, showing off the curved mounds just enough to have me drooling.
A peek of her nipples is visible, and I can see them hardening beneath my stare.
A stare that continues down to the barely-there piece of fabric hiding her pussy.
There is more fabric on the garter belt holding her stockings in place, stockings I want to rip off with my teeth, until I remind myself who she is.
This is Lily, not a random woman I have fucked, despite the fact she looks more perfect than I have ever seen. I've been privy to my fair share of lingerie reveals, dating the type of women I do, it’s usually a given, but this is different.
This is her.
“Lils.” The one word is meant as a warning, but it comes out as nothing more than barely a breath, as I bring my fist to my mouth and bite down in an attempt to control myself.
“You want this, I know you do, and you want it with Max too,” she trails off, not having to confirm she knows exactly everything that went down between the two of us. “He and I are a package deal, you don’t get to have him without me.”
I don’t say anything in response, I can’t, my tongue is so thick in my mouth that I feel like I can barely swallow. Instead I take the steps needed to erase the distance between us, pressing her tightly between myself and my desk, as I lean down and press the button for my intercom.
“Sasha,” I force out through my teeth.
“Yes, Mr. Royton,” she calls back a few seconds later.
“Clear the rest of my day and hold all of my calls until further notice,” I tell her without regret, not letting myself think my way out of this.
“Of course, Mr. Royton.”
Lily and I both stare at one another, as I release the intercom and lean back to my full height. “You know you can’t just come in here and toss around your demands,” I tell her, taking a step back, slumping back down into my office chair to look up at her.
“Then why did you clear your day for me?” she asks, arching a perfectly waxed brow at me, as she slips off the coat she is wearing completely and tosses it aside, until she is standing in nothing but her lingerie.
Her confidence stirs something inside of me, something I’ve never felt before, not aside from with her and Max.
All the women I have been with were good, well-educated, well-mannered, well-trained, as if they felt they had to put on an act to be liked by someone like me.
They were polite in their daily life, and their dick sucking, and I thought that’s what I enjoyed.
That I relished telling them what to do and watching them obey, but it turns out what I like is this.
Someone having complete power over me, and then letting me take charge.
With anyone else it wouldn’t work, but with her, with him, it’s addictive, and I’m ready to lose myself in it.
“Just because you're the big bad CEO, doesn’t mean you can do whatever you want,” she adds, and this time I smirk.
“I’m pretty sure that’s exactly what it means, sweetheart,” I grunt, once again letting my gaze trail over every delicious inch of her until she starts to squirm.
“You step into my office, offering yourself up on a platter and what? You think you are running this show?” I reposition myself until my thighs are spread, and she is leaning on my desk between them.
“I had to do something to get your attention.”
At that I scoff, my hands coming to close around the desk on either side of her hips, effectively locking her in place. “You and I both know you already had my attention, and that’s the problem.”
Her eyes sparkle with defiance, as if hearing that seriously pleases her. “Then maybe I need you to get over yourself, and accept that this is happening and stop running away.”
My skin burns with my need for her, my hands moving to her hips and slowly travelling down to tease the straps of her garters.
“No, I think you need something else entirely.” I pull the strap away from her thigh and then release it, letting it snap against her skin, making her gasp.
“I think what you need is for me to remind you how good it is between us.” Pushing to my feet, I tower over her and loosely collar her throat.
“You need me to fuck you, because even though you are fucking my best friend, you are still desperate to scream my name and be so good for me.”
She preens under my praise, and my heart thunders in my chest. “Then what are you waiting for?” she asks, her breath ghosting across my lips, and her question is valid.
What am I waiting for?
“Turn around and put your hands on the desk,” I command, keeping my hands around her thighs, as she instantly obeys me and turns in place. “Now lean forward.” Again she does it without pause, only making my pants tighter at how good she follows demands. No wonder Max fell for her.
“Like this?” she asks, pressing her hands wide on my desk, leaning down on her elbows, arching her back and spreading her legs.
She looks fucking perfect, but when she turns to the side, looking at me over her shoulder with a smirk on her face, I feel myself needing more.
My hands reach around her and swipe everything off my desk in her way, giving her space to move as I lean down and whisper into her ear, “Face to the wood too, princess, trust me you’ll need the support.
” Bright white teeth sink into her bottom lip, as she holds my stare and slides down even further, until her face is resting against my desk. “That’s my girl.”
Rising back to my full height once more, I take my time appraising her, noting how perfect she looks, dressed to please me and spread out across my desk. She watches me from her position, her eyes following me as I move, but mine are lapping up the rest of her.
“Are you going to fuck me now?” Her question is desperate and it has me aching in my pants.
“Someone’s feeling needy.” I take a seat back in my chair and move it until I am sitting right behind her, then let my fingers dance along the edge of her thong. “Has Max not been fulfilling your needs, princess?” I tease, squeezing her ass cheeks in my hands and enjoying her breathy gasp.
“He fucked me this morning,” she replies, wiggling into my hold, urging me to touch her more.
“I took him long and hard until he was spilling inside of me, then I made my plan to come here.” She’s so confident in her response, painting images in my mind that almost ruin me.
“Take me deep enough and you might still feel him there.”
Fuck. Me.
She has no clue what the idea of that does to me, of me thinking about him fucking her, owning her, of him taking her so thoroughly until she is marked only by him.
My mouth goes dry at the thought of what that must have looked like.
Sure I saw her blow him, and he watched me fuck her, but what would it be like to watch him fuck her?
The thought is so tempting, I’m ready to call him down here right now and have him take over, but then she says my name.
“Zack,” she breathes, once again pushing into my hold. “Please.”
One word, one plea, and it fucking ruins me completely.
And now I need to ruin her.