Chapter 14
Chapter fourteen
Blaine
Stepping out of the elevator, I noticed my secretary wasn’t in and guided Sunshine straight into my office. Closing the door, silence wrapped around us as she drifted toward the floor-to-ceiling windows.
She stared out at the skyline, her usual playful edge dimming. And fuck me if I didn’t want to know what secrets she was keeping locked behind those big doe eyes.
“I wonder what it’s like… to have so much power. Control over the city and the people in it…” she whispered.
I moved closer, tilting my head. “It has its perks. But it’ll chew you alive and spit you out if you let it.”
“How do you cope?”
“Humor. Laugh off your everyday failures and it feels less heavy.”
Her lips curved. “But your jokes are terrible.”
I narrowed my eyes.
“Kidding,” she giggled, turning back to the glass.
Views like this were routine for me. So the only one I cared to look at… the only one that mattered… was her.
“So tell me about your traveling plans,” she started, and instantly my brain short-circuited.
It jumped to the chance of running into Delilah and Brielle and the fact that Killian didn’t know or approve of Maia coming on this business trip.
Small details, but still important. Actually, really fucking important.
Before I could answer, the faint ding of the elevator carried through. My head snapped toward the glass door just as my secretary greeted the man of my fucking nightmares.
I grabbed my Sunshine by the waist and practically shoved her under my desk. She looked up at me, wide-eyed, stunned.
“What the hell is wrong with you—” she started, but I shushed her, sinking into my chair.
“Lucifer is here.”
Her eyes flared. “You said he was ecstatic about me going on the trip!”
I shot her a look as I glanced down at her between my legs. “Even you, Sunshine, should’ve recognized that as sarcasm. As far as he’s concerned, I stopped seeing you the day I rescued you from your old job.”
She glared up at me, cheeks flushed red with anger, and right then the door opened. I plastered on a bright smile, leaning back, trapping her snug between the desk and my legs.
“Kiki, I didn’t expect to see you here.” I laughed, my voice sounding unnerving, forced. I ignored Maia smacking my ankle for my already rocky start.
“Well, we need to go over the travel itinerary again. Frederick’s trying to reschedule a few events.”
“I thought your little PA would be keeping you busy.” The words slipped out before I could stop them, and I cursed myself silently, praying he wouldn’t say her name. I could already feel Maia’s stare drilling into me as Killian replied.
“Well, I decided to let Ms. Newman head home early, give her time to settle in before she gets situated with little Delilah at the penthouse.”
I shut my eyes, irritation curling tight in my chest as Maia’s hand clamped down on my thigh. When I looked down, her eyes weren’t just angry, they were blazing.
Why? Take your pick. Could’ve been me shoving her under the desk. Or lying about Killian being fine with her coming on the trip. Or, maybe, not exactly mentioning that Killian’s shiny new PA was her old coworker.
Maybe if my face wasn’t so fucking readable, I could’ve pretended I knew nothing about Brielle or Delilah. In my defense, I only pieced it together today—when Delilah practically shook me down to keep the secret quiet.
Fucking sue me, okay?
I nodded faintly, clearing my throat as Maia’s hand crept higher up my thigh. Her anger at my little deception seemed to be fading—or maybe it wasn’t, because the closer she got to my zipper, the more I realized she was about to punish me.
“Well… aren’t you generous,” I murmured, trying not to flinch under the feral stare of the goddess on her knees. Her fingers tugged at my zipper, her touch infuriatingly slow.
Killian approached nonchalantly and sat across from me. It fucking annoyed me. My mind couldn’t drift to my Sunshine, who was clearly finding pleasure in torturing me.
“If that’s what you want to call it, sure. Now, if you don’t mind, I’d like to get some work done, since you’ve ignored every attempt I’ve made to contact you today.”
I nodded, holding in my distress as Maia freed me and pressed her soft lips to my skin.
The more I tried to focus on Killian, the more frustrated I grew. Maia’s teasing was unbearable, and the shit he was saying wasn’t even important—just the same crap I’d heard in every other meeting leading up to this.
This couldn’t have been done over a fucking email? I’m getting my dick sucked, for Pete’s sake, by my sugar baby. A little privacy would be nice. Though, hypocrite that I am, most of my time not spent pining over her is spent bothering Killian and invading his privacy.
This was probably karma. A taste of my own medicine. Still couldn’t bring myself to care.
Maia opened her mouth, and I barely bit back a moan, covering the hiss with a cough, her throat closing tight around me as she took me deeper. I couldn’t bring myself to look down as her head bobbed slow and steady, the silence making her punishment all the more brutal.
As Killian barely paid me any mind, droning on about business, my fingers were pressed to my temples as I tried not to cum.
Maia wasn’t impressed by the effort. Her hands slid lower, stroking down my shaft, her touch lingering at my crown jewels like she’d just struck gold. When I glanced down with a glare, she only looked back up at me innocently. She’s trying to kill me.
Half-assed answers were given to Killian, enough to satisfy him, and another agonizing ten minutes passed before he finally stood and bid me goodbye.
If the man couldn’t see I was sweating through my damn chair, trying to keep composed while Maia edged me under the table, then maybe Benjamin and George were right.
Maybe Brielle really did have him distracted.
My secretary walked him out and as the elevator doors closed behind them, a groan escaped me. My hand found Maia’s throat, sliding her off my dick and pulling her close, while she only smiled, biting her lip like my grip tempted her.
“You’re such a little cock tease,” I muttered, almost in disbelief.
Her hands smoothed over my thighs, her head tilting in mock pity.
“It’s a shame you weren’t able to do anything about it,” she sympathized, and the mockery shoved me over the edge.
She was turned around and bent face-down over the desk in seconds, hips wiggling pathetically as her leggings and panties were dragged down. Only a moment was given for her to adjust before my cock was shoved into her cunt.
The first thrust had her already trembling. A laugh left me as I leaned down, brushing a fallen lock of hair from her face while driving into her.
“Don’t tell me you came already, Sunshine,” I said against her ear, though she was too focused on staying grounded as I pounded into her, her mind drifting in and out as she began to float away. Yeah, that's not gonna work.
My gaze flicked toward the elevator, half-anxious, half-intrigued by the thought of being caught.
My cock throbbed harder at the image. The danger of it.
The thrill of someone stepping out, seeing her split open for me only made me rut into her rougher.
My grip on her hips tightened as I drove deeper.
“You can fucking take it. Stop whining.”
By now, her moans broke apart, her words lost and jumbled, her face flushed as strangled sounds spilled out.
Her cunt clenched around me again, shuddering hard as another climax ripped through her, milking my cock dry as she arched her back.
I drove in deeper, chasing the way her pussy gripped me like it was begging to keep me there.
The desk rattled under us, her nails clawing for relief as her body bucked back against mine.
Her greedy little pussy couldn’t get enough, clamping down, dripping, demanding every brutal thrust like it was her right.
As I pressed a kiss to her shoulder blade, a shudder ran through me, my cock ready to spill into her wet pussy.
The struggle for dominance had started with her teasing in the elevator and under the desk, but with her bent over now, whimpering at every thrust, it seemed clear this battle had been won. Blaine Jr. and I were victorious.
But I knew my Sunshine. She wasn’t one to surrender easily, even when she was withering beneath me. My hand caught her jaw, turning her eyes to mine.
My lips found hers, hungry for her taste as we both came undone. My palm slid possessively along her waist, eager already for the next struggle—our next fight for dominance, for control.
And while sex still clouded my brain, hot, fevered, desire-filled—Maia’s mind had already shifted elsewhere. She had other matters to discuss after I’d cleaned us both up.
She sat perched on my desk now, arms and legs crossed, gaze sharp as she waited for me to explain myself.
“I can explain…” I muttered, though I didn’t exactly know what I was supposed to explain. She only kept staring, and when my silence dragged, she rolled her eyes.
“I could’ve hidden somewhere more reasonable if you wanted to tuck me away like your dirty little secret… instead of shoving me under the desk like dirty laundry.”
I shook my head, stepping close, hands braced on the desk outside her thighs. She was too gorgeous to be hidden away the way Killian forced me to. It felt less like concealment and more like guarding her, my own secret of discretion.
“Maia, I panicked. You know he doesn’t want us together.”
“And you think dragging me across the world while you’re traveling with him on business is a good idea?”
“You liked the idea,” I countered like it would save me.
It didn’t.
“I liked the idea when Killian was supposed to be ecstatic about me coming along—before Brielle and Delilah got thrown into the equation,” she snapped, her glare unrelenting.
Keeping her hidden from Killian seemed reasonable enough, given our situation. But I could see it bothered her. And maybe I got it—because it stung a little that she didn’t want Brielle knowing about me either.
“Sunshine—”
She shook her head. “No. I am not Sunshine and Rainbows right now.”
“I know you’re not, baby. Trust me, I only found out about our new Brady Bunch circle a few hours ago.”
Her eyes narrowed, but I kissed her collarbone anyway, leaving out the detail about Delilah shaking me down for a crisp Benjamin to keep her mouth shut.
“Let’s not worry about what anyone thinks of us right now, okay? What matters is that you’re with me… regardless of Killian, Brielle, Delilah, anyone. Our relationship may be unconventional, but it works. If keeping it a secret buys us time, then that’s what we’ll do.”
She hesitated, then pressed a soft kiss to my lips, her silent way of forgiving me.
I knew it would get messy if we kept this up. But we could’ve had at least another month of easy sneaking around before this storm started brewing. Still, we’d keep it quiet. It had worked so far, and I was convinced it would keep working… for now.