Chapter Thirty-Five
Ria
Saturday night shifts at the club are always busy, but tonight, thanks to a new DJ, the place is packed. We”ve made every cocktail going and restocked the shelves twice already. Kate and Harley are on shift, and the three of us work so well together. We”ve had some unwanted attention from a group of brokers in the VIP area, but Kate has been lapping up the attention and who can blame her, she’s young and single and, as flattered as I am by the attention, no one catches my eye like Jack does.
It”s been hard balancing my job, the girls and my new relationship, so the moments we can steal to be alone, we take them.
“Ri,” Kate shouts over the thump of the music. “Jack needs to see you in his office.”
“Okay,” I call back, nodding, placing the tray of glasses down on the bar and heading out back to Jack”s office.
As far as I know, no one at work knows about us. I’ve wanted to keep it quiet at work. I”d hate for people to think I got special treatment because I was sleeping with the boss. I hurry down the hall knowing we won’t have long till someone comes looking for me. The clicking of my heels on the wooden floor echoes around me and I quickly smooth out my pencil skirt and fluff my hair before knocking.
“Come in,” a deep voice booms from behind the door.
I open the door to find him sitting at his desk looking delicious in his signature white button up shirt with the sleeves rolled up just far enough for his tattoos to show.
“You wanted to see me,” I say coyly.
His eyes rise from the paperwork he was reading and scan my body from my heels to face.
“I did. Lock the door,” he demands, not breaking our eye contact.
I do as he asks and then lean back against the door, trying to calm the excitement that is running through my body.
“You”ve been here six months now and as your boss I have to review your performance and fill out this paperwork,” he says, holding up a sheet of paper.
“Oh, really?” I reply, biting my bottom lip. “What can I do to ensure I get a glowing report?”
“I can think of a few things.” He lifts his hand and gesture me over. “Come here.”
Trying to appear cool, calm and collected—everything I am not—I slowly make my way over to him. He spins on his chair to face me and he reaches out for my hand and pulls me towards the desk.
“Sit.” His tone is demanding.”
I sit on his desk, opening my legs slightly.
He breathes in deeply. “Fuck I’ve missed you.” Placing his hands on either side of my thighs, he smooths them up towards my waist.
“I”ve missed you too,” I purr.
I feel my insides warm, and my heart rate pick up. I know we are at work and right now I should be on the main floor serving drinks, but all I can think about is having Jack between my legs and his name falling from my lips.
I surprise myself by standing up and pushing him back against his chair. I slowly pull up my fitted skirt and reach for my underwear, sliding it down my legs, letting the lace fabric fall to the floor as I sit back on the desk.
“Fuck,” he moans, barely loud enough for me to hear.
“You were saying, about my performance,” I say, tilting my head, looking him up and down, admiring the way his muscles strain against the cotton of his shirt and hoping it won’t be long before I’m wrapped up in those arms.
He doesn”t say anything, he just stares, likely shocked that I”ve just taken off my underwear in his office. I feel like a different person around him and I want to show him just how much I appreciate him.
“Do you know how many times I’ve fantasized about taking you on my desk, in this chair?”
“Well, let’s make that fantasy a reality,” I say, shocked at my own bravado.
He’s out of his chair, and on me before I can say another word. Our lips meet and the kiss turns frantic. I unbutton his shirt and rip it open. He pulls my blouse up over my head, so I’m just left in my bra and skirt.
I fumble for the buckle on his belt and undo his pants, letting them fall to the floor. He’s pulling up my skirt so it”s bunched around my waist and he sits back down in his chair.
“Now…” gesturing to his lap. “sit.”
We haven”t done that yet. It’s always Jack taking the lead. He’s so big I don”t even know if I could. But I don”t overthink it. I lift myself up, straddling his lap, feeling the head of his hard cock pressing against my entrance. I sink down slowly, letting out a moan as I take him inch by inch.
“Fuck, baby, you’re so tight,” he groans.
I start to move up and down slowly, and he”s hitting yet another new spot. The fullness and pleasure so intense I can feel my orgasm building already.
“Jack, I’m so close.”
“Keep moving, sweetheart. Ride my cock. I wanna hear you moan.”
He starts to thrust into me, matching my rhythm as we quicken the pace.
“Jack, oh my God, yessss.”
I grip the back of his chair to steady myself, my heals tapping on his office floor as I ride him, his hard length going deeper than I thought possible with every thrust.
Out of nowhere, my orgasm rips through me and I moan so loudly I’m surprised the people in the bar can’t hear me above the music. He grips my hips in a bruising touch and lifts me like I weigh nothing, putting those sculpted thighs to good use as he rises from the chair and lays me on his desk, never breaking our connection, then driving into me hard and fast.
My back arches in pleasure and I move my hands to grip the desk, knocking a glass as I do. We hear it shatter on the wood floor, but neither of us seem to care.
The room fills with the sounds of our bodies coming together, our moans and a low hum of music from the club above us. I run my hands up my body and over my breasts, tweaking my nipples through my lace bra as he continues to thrust into me.
With one expert flick of his wrist and skilled fingers, he unhooks the front clasp of my bra and my breasts spring free. He lets out a low growl.
He continues his punishing thrusts and I brace my hands above my head, gripping the edge of the desk to stop me sliding off.
“Do you know how fucking perfect you look right now?”
I bite down on my lower lip, closing my eyes, reveling in this euphoric feeling. My breasts bounce as he slams into me, my core tightening, the burning heat coursing through me.
“That”s it, baby, come for me.”
And I do, loudly and without a care. My orgasm hits, sending a tingling surge of euphoria through me. Jack follows, coming inside me with such force that it sends another pulse of pleasure through my body.
We are panting and sweating as he looks down at me with hooded eyes, the sexiest smile forming across his face.
“You… I… Fuck,” he pants, fighting to catch his breath. He doesn”t finish that sentence.
He pulls out of me, taking me with him, so I’m seated on his desk. God, I’m a mess. He reaches into his desk, passing me a box of tissues.
“I better get back to work, but how did I do?” I ask as I pepper kisses up his jawline.
“I think you”ll need to come back to mine tonight so we can work on a few kinks before I give my full review.”
I smack his chest. “You are something else, Mr. Lawson.” I begrudgingly get up and pull down my skirt and look for my blouse. He gets himself sorted and I see him swipe my underwear and put it in his pocket.
“Erm, I need those.”
“No, you don”t. You”ll get them back after your shift.” He gives me a sexy wink that makes going back to work the last thing I want to be doing.
I return to the bar floor and thankfully no one questions where I”ve been or why my cheeks are flushed and my hair has some extra volume, thanks to Jack”s roaming hands. I head up toward the VIP area to help clear tables as it”s been extra busy tonight. Suddenly, an unwanted hand wraps around my arm and I twist my head.
“Alex?” My eyes widen. What the hell is he doing here?
“So, this is where you are working then?” he slurs.
“I thought you were with your parents and the girls. What are you doing here? Are they okay?”
“They”re fine. We need to talk.” He leans in and I can smell the alcohol on his breath.
“I’m working. We can talk tomorrow.” I shrug free from his grip and turn to walk back towards the bar, but he grabs my arm and hauls me back so my back hits his front.
“I said, we need to talk and I’m not fucking leaving till we do,” he grits. I don”t want to cause a scene at work, and I don”t want people knowing who Alex is, so I nod and gesture for him to follow me out back towards the fire exit.
“Okay, what is it?” Folding my arms, I wait for his response.
“When are you coming back?”
“Back where?” I say confused at his question.
“Back to me. Come on, Ri, this mental crisis you are having should be done by now. You’ve made your point. I’ve told Melanie and my secretary we can’t fuck anymore and that I’m a married man.”
“Oh, that”s big of you, but you are about five years too late,” I say bitterly.
“Look, I’m sorry. I know I fucked it but come back to me. I miss you.”
The anger begins to rise in my body, burning me from the inside. “You put me through hell, Alex, and I thought that was love. Now I know what we had, what you felt for me wasn”t love. I’m not coming back.” I don’t realize I’m shouting.
“I know and I’m sorry, babe, please, I miss you,” His tone is pleading. Six months ago, this might have made me cave and give him another chance, but not anymore.
“You don”t get to miss me. You had me, and you lost me because you treated me like I wasn”t worth a damn thing.”
“Fuck’s sake, you can’t be serious about this,” he yells, driving a fist into the wall next to me and I jolt. Moving closer to my face, he spits, “I got the paperwork from the lawyer. If you think I’m signing, you are outta your mind.” He taps my temple with his index finger.
I grit my teeth and my fists clench. Why is this so hard? Why can”t he just let me move on? I know he doesn”t want me; he just can”t bear the thought of losing control.
“Alex, we”ve been done for ages. Please just let me move on now. You had me, and I tried. God, did I try, but you didn”t and I can’t do it anymore. Just be there for the girls, but you and me… we’re done.” It feels good to finally have my say.
I stare at him; his glassy eyes are filled with hatred and fueled by alcohol. Any feelings I had for this man have well and truly gone. I just feel hate now.
“I’ve gotta go back to work.”
I push past him and head towards the door to the main room and he grabs my arm, slamming me against the wall, my head bouncing off it. In all our years together, Alex has done many things, but getting physical with me has never been one of them, until now. He presses himself up against me and puts his mouth close to my ear, cupping my jaw.
“Maybe I didn’t make myself fucking clear. We are married, and if you think I am signing those divorce papers you must be fucking crazy like your mother, who by the way called me last week to say she was sorry to hear about the divorce and that you had shacked up with some fucker from high school, so who is he?”
“Alex, please, you are hurting me. Let me go.” The fear is evident in my voice as I try to free myself from his firm grip.
“Alex, please,” I plead, trying to push him off me, but his body is crushing me. Suddenly I feel like I can breathe as Alex is ripped off me and I see Jack with Harry and Brad behind him. He holds Alex by the back of his neck.
“Get your fucking hands off her,” he growls.
Harry puts a protective arm around me as I begin to shake.
“Get the fuck off me, you asshole. She’s my wife. We were talking.”
He gets up close to his face.
“She’s not your fucking wife anymore. You lost the privilege of calling her that the minute you disrespected her. You can either leave by yourself or I will throw you out,” he yells, baring his teeth, his face reddening.
“Is this him? Is this the asshole you’re fucking? Alex shouts.
“Alex please, just go,” I beg, tears now falling from shame. Embarrassed that this was the man I married.
”Fuck you, Maria. I”m not going anywhere,” he slurs.
Jack slams him into the wall, and his eyes dilate. ”You”re done. Get the fuck out.”
”I”ll take him,” Brad calls from behind Jack and drags him to the back exit.
Jack is on me, wrapping me in his protective arms.
“I’ll go help Brad,” Harry states softly and leaves me and Jack alone in the corridor to process what just happened.
“Sweetheart, I’m sorry I didn’t get here sooner. Are you okay?”
I cry into his chest. How can the night go from one extreme to the other? How did my life end up being this? Just when I start to feel like I’ve moved on and found some happiness, my past choices have to come back and screw it all up.
“How did you know I was here with him?”
“Harry and Brad were watching the CCTV and saw you both, and came and got me. Ri, please don’t ever go anywhere alone with him again, okay? Please, promise me. I don”t even wanna think about what he would”ve done to you if Harry hadn”t seen.”
“He didn”t hurt me,” I interrupt. “Just shocked me. He”s never been like that with me.” I’m lying. He hurt me. My head is throbbing, but I don’t want to make Jack worry any more than he is.
“I don”t care. He doesn’t get to put his hands on you like that or speak to you like that,” he replies, his breathing ragged.
I rub my hand in soothing strokes up and down his back. “Jack, I’m okay. I promise.”
“You don”t deserve to be treated like that, sweetheart.”
I lean into his touch and enjoy the feeling of being protected. A feeling I had never experienced till Jack, and yet here he was again, saving me, again, and again and again and I hope he never stops wanting to save me, because here, in Jack”s arms feels like the safest place on earth.