Chapter 4
Sunday is just silence, and the longer it’s silent, the more restless I become. My body has been humming in a way I don’t want to examine too closely.
Robert leaves before dinnertime, and all he says is he’ll be back late. I don’t ask him where he’s spending his time. I don’t have that right.
My pussy has been throbbing since dinner. An insistent pulse that doesn’t respond to deep breathing or telling myself to get a fucking grip. It’s the casino. I need to go again. Not because it’ll fix anything but because it’ll make me someone who doesn’t care.
I pick up my phone and text Robert because, for some fucked up reason, I don’t want him to come home to find me gone.
SHANNON: Going out for a bit.
His response takes four minutes.
ROBERT: Okay.
That’s it. One word sent the way you’d respond to your wife saying she’s running to Target.
My pussy throbs harder as I slide on a skintight teal dress and put on my sluttiest heels.
I don’t bother looking in the mirror since I already know what I’ll see.
In the Goldpoint parking lot, my fingers find my wedding ring. I pull it off slowly and set it in the center console next to a gas station receipt and a loose quarter.
It looks so small.
I know I shouldn’t be here. And knowing that sends a clench through me so hard my thighs press together.
Being here without Robert’s knowledge or permission is wrong. And my body just translated that wrongness into a gush of wetness that slicks my inner thighs.
Holy fuck.
I close the console lid so I don’t have to look at my ring.
Diana is behind the bar, and she smiles when she sees me, as if she’s not surprised I’m here on a Sunday night.
“He’s upstairs.” She pours a whiskey without being asked and sets it in front of me. “It’s just him tonight. Adrian’s not around.”
I don’t drink the whiskey, and when she moves away to serve someone else, I leave it and a twenty on the bar.
The elevator doors open on Tony’s floor, and he’s standing fifteen feet from the elevator doors in his black polo with the sleeves straining against his arms, phone in hand.
He was either tipped off by Diana or he saw me on the security feed.
Three security men instead of two are stationed near his office door, and the third has a phone pressed to his ear, pacing with clipped urgency that says this has nothing to do with me.
“Shannon.” Tony tilts his head and studies me. “I wasn’t expecting you tonight.”
“I wasn’t expecting me tonight either.”
He moves fast. Three strides, and his hand is in my hair, pulling my head back, and my spine hits the hallway wall hard enough that the framed artwork rattles. Ten feet away, three men are pretending very hard to look at their phones.
His mouth finds the spot under my ear where my pulse is hammering, and his other hand shoves my skirt up around my hips.
“No panties.” I hear the grin against my throat. “Were you hoping for this?”
We both know the answer. I don’t need to say it.
His hand slides between my legs, fingers parting my folds, dragging through wetness. I’m soaked. My whimper is obscene in the quiet hallway, and knowing the guys can hear me makes this so much filthier.
“Goddamn.” His thumb circles my clit and my hips rock towards him. “You came here dripping.”
“Yes.” My voice comes out scraped, thighs already shaking.
He curls his fingers inside me, and I bite down on my own lip until I taste copper. My pussy squeezes around him, greedy, pulling his fingers deeper, and my hips grind against his hand because my body has no shame left.
“I could fuck you right here.” His thumb bears down on my clit and my vision blurs. “Let them watch.”
My eyes cut to the end of the hallway. Two are facing the other direction, but the third has his phone lowered, and I can feel his attention even if he’s pretending he doesn’t see the boss’s hand up my skirt.
My pussy floods Tony’s fingers, a gush so sudden that his hand goes slick to the wrist. I hear his breath hitch against my neck.
He finger fucks me, and the orgasm is already building. “Tell me you want them to watch.”
The words sit in my throat. My brain is already there—Tony pushing me to my hands and knees on the plush carpet while his guys pretend to check their phones—but my mouth won’t cooperate.
My pussy cooperates just fine. Tony feels me clench around his fingers and laughs. “That’s what I thought.”
He pulls his fingers out. I whimper at the loss, my pussy throbbing around nothing, and he holds his glistening hand up as if to show me exactly how wet I am.
“Come on.” He takes my hand with his dry one and pulls me down the hallway.
“Where’re we going?”
“Up.”
The cool air on the roof hits me like a slap. The Seattle skyline spreads out below in a scatter of lit windows, and the sky above is low clouds. It could rain at any moment.
But more importantly, here there’s no glass. Nothing between my skin and the night air except the breeze lifting my hair off my shoulders and pebbling my skin with goosebumps.
Tony walks me to the far edge, where a concrete half-wall runs along the perimeter. The city drops away beyond it. My nipples harden to stiff peaks under my dress from the cold and from what my body already knows is about to happen.
He spins me around and bends me over the concrete ledge. My palms hit rough stone. My stomach meets the flat top of the wall, and I’m looking down at the parking lot and the neon sign blinking below. The drop is enough to make my head swim.
Tony pushes my skirt up again. My bare ass is in the open air, exposed to the wind and anyone in a neighboring building who happens to own binoculars.
I hear the clink of a buckle and the rasp of his zipper. His cock pushes against my entrance, and I’m so wet he slides through my folds without resistance, the head of him nudging my clit before dragging back to where I need him. My fingers curl against the concrete.
“Please.” I don’t recognize my own voice.
He thrusts into me in one stroke, and I cry out in pleasure. He stretches me wide, and the shock of his cock bottoming out while we’re on the roof makes me shiver and lower my head closer to the ledge. The city tilts below me. My pussy grips him so tightly he groans.
He’s thicker than Robert, and my husband knows the exact tilt of my hips that makes me gasp. Tony doesn’t, and my body is cataloging every difference.
He grips my hip with one hand and fists my hair with the other, yanking my head back. The stretch in my neck makes me gasp. He bends over and brushes his lips by my ear.
“You would have let me fuck you in the hallway.” He pulls back and drives into me again, deep enough that I cry out in denial.
“No!”
Tony slows. His cock slides out until only the tip is inside me. My pussy throbs around him, trying to pull him back in.
“Say it, Shannon.”
“I wouldn’t have—”
He stays right there while my pussy flutters around the tip of his cock. The wind is cold on my bare skin and his hand in my hair. I’m going to lose my mind if he doesn’t fuck me.
“Say it,” he growls, and when he rocks the head of his cock in and out of me, I suddenly understand what Adrian figured out weeks ago. I don’t get off on the fucking. I get off on the surrender.
“Yes.” It rips out of me. “Yes, I would have let you.”
He slams back into me. My scream echoes across the rooftop. His cock hits that magical spot inside me and sparks of pleasure zing straight up my spine. My toes curl in my heels.
“All three of them.” His strokes find a rhythm. Deep, hard, each one bottoming out. “Watching me fuck you against the wall. And you’d have just begged for more.”
I’m nodding before the words register. My pussy is clenching around his cock with every thrust, each squeeze an enthusiastic yes, and my hips are pushing back to meet him because my body has always known what she wants even when my brain is still pretending to have standards.
Normally this is the part where I’d start composing the retelling. The version I’d whisper to Robert while he fucked me for it. But there’s nothing to compose. Robert isn’t waiting for this one.
Tony groans and drives into me so hard the impact jolts me forward and he holds there, balls deep. The fullness of him pressed against my cervix sends a shudder through my whole body.
Then he pulls out.
I whimper and push backwards, chasing his cock.
“Turn around.”
His hands are already pulling me up and spinning me so my back is against the concrete ledge.
My skirt is still bunched around my waist, my bare pussy exposed to the night air, and Tony is looking at me with the same expression I’ve seen so many times at the poker table.
The one that means he’s about to take everything.
He grabs the straps of my dress and yanks the fabric down my shoulders to my elbows, baring my tits. No bra tonight. My bold choice is now my pain as my nipples stiffen from the cold. I’m half-naked on a roof.
“Better.” His eyes drop to my breasts. “Now anyone can see you for what you are.”
My pussy pulses so hard I almost double over.
Tony lifts me. His hands grip my thighs and hoist me up onto the flat top of the concrete wall. My ass hits the cold stone. The ledge is wide enough that I’m not going anywhere, but I know the city is dropping away behind me and my stomach doesn’t care about physics. I grab his shoulders anyway.
“Wrap your legs around me.”
I do. My heels dig into the backs of his thighs, and his cock finds my entrance. He pushes into me, and the head of his cock drags along every inch of me. My mouth falls open, and I groan loud enough that the sound carries across the empty rooftop.
“Fuuuuck.” My head drops back. The sky is above me now, dark clouds, and Tony’s cock is stretching me open. His hands are on my bare tits, thumbs rolling over my nipples, pinching hard enough that the pain zings straight between my legs and blurs into pleasure.