Chapter Forty-Two – Cullen
CHAPTER FORTY-TWO
CULLEN
“ S he’s going to sign.” Halston’s words send a shock wave through my body.
I stop spinning in my office chair, feet dragging the motion to a halt.
“Seriously?”
“They called this morning, wanted to set up a time to get everything sorted.”
I have a showing this afternoon and three scheduled for tomorrow, but I could easily cancel all of them if it means getting this shit with Celine finally over and done with.
“Just tell me when. I’ll make it work.”
Halston chuckles. “I figured.”
“Did anything seem off?”
“Not really. I’ll admit, I didn’t think she was ever going to sign. I thought I’d have to take this to a judge soon.”
That makes two of us. With the way Celine kept stalemating everything, it seemed like I was going to be legally stuck with her unless I actually went through on my threat to bring this into court. That would have been a messy, public battle—something neither of us wants.
Maybe that’s what it is. Maybe she realized she’d pushed my hand too far. Reputation is everything for Celine, especially now with the rapid growth of her company. The publicity of our fight would be a tarnish on the shiny exterior she presents to the world.
“I don’t want to jinx it by overthinking it.”
“Fair. Looks like they want to meet this afternoon—that good?”
“I’ll cancel my showing.”
“I can always ask them to meet later?”
“And risk her changing her mind? Fuck no. I’ll be there.”
“Okay, we’re meeting at my office.”
“Sounds good.”
My foot taps on the ground after we hang up, my mind spinning.
Finally.
I will finally be free of Celine.
“Mr. Ross?”
There’s a knock at my door, and I spin around as Amy walks in.
“What’s up?”
“Mr. Ryan just called and said he sent the information you needed to your inbox. I also wrote down the listings and associated phone numbers for you.” She places a piece of notepaper on my desk.
“Thanks, Amy.”
I give her a nod and she leaves, shutting the door behind her. I pick up the paper, giving it a quick scan. Looks like there are about six or seven properties.
I open my email, finding the one he sent over. There is a bunch of extra information included, but what I care about right now is what each of the listings are.
I click on each link, doing a quick analysis of the properties.
They are all residential apartments out in Brooklyn, which isn’t a borough I bother myself with normally.
Going out there is going to be a bit of a pain, but it will be worth the look on Mike’s face when he finds out he lost all the listings to me.
Normally, a seller picks one agent to represent them and lets the agent parse through the fodder of buyers and bring them the offers that are the best options. What I am about to do is extremely underhanded and a little unethical when it comes to common decency among realtors.
However, Mike pissed me off. So, this is just—as Chloe would call it—karmic retribution.
I will go to each of the sellers and convince them to drop Mike and Vanguard in favor of working with me and RARE. Most of these properties have been on the market for at least ten weeks. I will have them sold in under seven days. That alone will sway the sellers.
Honestly, the housing market in the city has one of the quickest turnovers in the whole country. The fact that he’s had these listings for more than four weeks is telling enough.
I should probably be putting my effort into Clifton right now, but I can’t. This is more important. Verity is more important.
That kid will regret challenging me.
I get to work on doing a deeper dive on each of the listings, taking in the notes Sam sent me and cross-checking them with what I can find online.
Mike’s commission percentage is probably smaller than my usual, but I will be able to get more money than he could, so I should still be able to make a decent amount from these deals.
I’m completely absorbed in my computer, in between calls to the different sellers, when there’s another knock at my door.
“Come in.”
I jot down a note that one of the sellers out in Greenpoint has an additional property they’re looking to rent. It’s not on Mike’s list, but I’ll take it anyway. It’s been a while since I did a rental commission.
“Hi.”
My head whips to the side at the voice. Verity stands in my office, cheeks flushed and a white paper bag in her hand. I shoot out of my chair, stalking over to her in just a few long strides and taking her with a kiss.
She melts against me instantly. Her sweet taste is like a jolt of energy, amping me up. The sound of the bag dropping to the ground as she wraps her arms around me brings me back to reality.
I pull away and she laughs, which causes my cock to twitch.
“You’re in a good mood.”
“It’s been a good day. Fantastic now that you’re here.”
She rolls her eyes, but the smile on her face tells a different story.
“I came to see if you wanted to have lunch.” She picks up the white bag from the floor. “I grabbed us sandwiches from Vinnie’s Deli.”
“Mmm.” I place my hand on her hip, fingers pressing into the flesh right above her ass. “That’s not the kind of hungry I am right now.”
“And here I thought I’d tired you out this past weekend.”
After fucking each other senseless post-charity gala, we spent the rest of the weekend practically locked in my apartment. I’m not sure there was a surface left untouched. I want Verity every which way she’ll let me have her.
“When it comes to you, it’s never enough.”
“I see.” She lets the bag fall again and places both hands on my chest. A fire dances in her eyes.
My voice drops low. “How long do you have?”
“Twenty, maybe twenty-five minutes.” Her fingers tease higher, playing with the collar of my shirt, flicking the button.
“I can work with that.”
She gives me a feline grin before our lips crash together, some unbridled desperation fueling us both.
It’s hot and messy. Our hands fight for purchase as we make quick work of our clothes.
She kicks off her shoes as I rip off my tie.
My shirt buttons are of little concern as she tears me out of the fabric.
I pull her silky top over her head, revealing her glorious breasts underneath.
The sheer, nude fabric of her bra does little to hide her tightening nipples.
I lean down and suck them through the fabric, causing her to thread her hands through my hair.
My cock grows harder with each moment, and I fumble to unbuckle my belt and lob it across the office.
She shimmies out of her skirt and I step out of my pants, both of us careful not to trip as our lips continue to meet with heated passion, our focus only on each other’s bodies.
I kiss a line down her neck, my tongue hot on her cool skin.
She squirms against me, and I run my hands down her back and grip her ass.
Our breaths are rapid as we continue to lose ourselves to the frenzy.
I pull her underwear down before lifting her onto the edge of my desk. A few papers go floating off the table, but I pay them no mind as I kneel before her.
I spread her legs and smirk at her glistening pussy before running my tongue through her folds.
“Oh, fuck.”
Her thighs squeeze inward on reflex, and I put my hands up to keep her open for me.
“So wet for me already, angel. It’s almost like you came here begging to get fucked.”
She whimpers as I dive back in, lavishing her pussy with my tongue and devouring her. She tastes like fucking heaven, and I am a greedy sinner, taking all that I can.
I could eat her out for every meal of the day and still not be satisfied. She is fucking addictive, her cum my own personal drug.
Verity’s nails drag along my skull, prickling a dash of pain with pleasure. My cock continues to harden in my briefs, twitching as her moans fill the room. My control wavers, my desire to be inside her becoming a necessity.
I shift my position slightly so I can slip my hand between us and play with her clit. I rub her sensitive bud with my thumb in quick circles, increasing the speed just the way I know she likes. Her thighs quiver in response, pussy walls tightening against my tongue.
“That’s it,” she moans. “Keep going, please.”
She moves her legs to rest over my shoulders, hooking her ankles behind my neck and locking me against her pussy.
I could suffocate like this and die happy, no doubt.
Knowing that she’s near, I switch out, curling three fingers inside her pussy and sucking on her clit.
The extra pressure draws out more moans, wet sounds filling the office as my fingers plunge in and out in rapid succession.
“Fuck, Cullen. I—”
Her thighs tighten for a brief moment before going lax as her orgasm hits her. I pull my hand away, moving to lick her juices as she rides the wave of pleasure. I take in every last drop, lapping it up until she is a twitching mess.
At some point, she must’ve lain back. She’s spread out on my desk, documents and pens strewn about in the chaos. I don’t give a fuck. I reach for my wallet and pull out the condom I keep there, ripping the foil. I tear off my boxers, relieving my heavy cock.
I swirl the pre-cum over my head, biting my lip.
I give it a few strokes, admiring her spent form.
Thighs glistening with her cum, chest heaving with heavy breaths, tits lifting with the movement.
I wish I could take a picture of this exact scene—I’ll just have to settle for committing it to memory.
I roll on the condom and then grip her thighs, dragging her body farther forward and lining her pussy up with my cock before taking her in one smooth stroke. Her back arches off the table with a gasp as I groan at the feeling of her sweet heat around my dick.
I pump into her and watch as her hand feels around my desk for some sort of purchase. She grips the edge of the desk, head bowing up as she looks at me with that perfect O-shaped mouth.
“Look how well you take me.”
Her eyes dip to where we are connected, and we watch the way my cock disappears into her cunt over and over. My short, hard pumps push her right to the edge, filling her to the hilt. Her legs wrap around my ass, forcing me to go even deeper.
I groan at the pure heaven.
“That’s it, baby, squeeze me. Fucking take it.”
The desk shakes as I continue pounding her, her tits bouncing with the movement. I could do this all day. The tightening of my balls, however, says otherwise. I rut into her senselessly, jerking my hips so hard that my balls slap against her ass.
“Fuck, I’m going to come,” I grind out, my hands digging into the soft flesh at her hips.
“Come. Come for me, babe. Fill me.”
Her words send me over the edge, my hips straining against her as black spots fill my vision. Pure euphoria takes over as I hit my release, nothing but the thought of my twitching cock in her pussy.
Sweat drips down my back as I struggle to catch my breath. I’m still sheathed inside her, not wanting to remove myself from her heat.
I give in to my temptation, wrapping my hands around her shoulders and lifting her so her chest is pressed against my pecs. She subconsciously wraps her arms around my neck, so I move my hands to her ass and hoist her up, keeping us connected as I move to my office chair and sit down.
She’s perched perfectly in my lap, her pussy still taking my dick as we rest there.
Skin to skin, breath to breath.
Nothing but our pulsing heart beats.
She nuzzles against my neck, resting her head on the slope where my collarbone is. I run a finger down the line of her back, feeling her shiver in response.
“You should come over for lunch more often.”
She lets out a laugh, and it causes her pussy to tighten. I groan at the feeling, part of me wondering if there is any chance we could go for another round.
“Want to eat those sandwiches before I leave?”
I wrap my arms around her back, squeezing her closer to me. A selfish part of me relishes the way her tits press against my chest.
“Can’t I keep you like this?”
“Fine, a few more minutes.”