34. Pepper
THIRTY-FOUR
PEPPER
I was spiraling. Just a little bit. And the only thing that was helping was his touch.
The way Jeff humiliated me today made me feel like a broken doll. I’d put so much from our marriage out of my mind, so many hurtful things that he used to say to me that I’d just let roll off. The comments about getting facial work, about graying early. He hated the silver streaks I now openly wore. Hated the fact that I was comfortable in my skin.
He hated that I looked happy.
Salt cupped his hand behind my neck. “Kneel for me.”
I knelt down, looking up at him.
“Do you really think that’s all you are to me, Pepper?” he asked. “Just a quick fuck?”
“Yes.” The tears finally spilled over. “How could you possibly want me?”
All my doubts and fears were compounding together. I knew that, but I still couldn’t stop it. I couldn’t keep up the unfeeling facade I’d built up so carefully.
Not with him.
His fingers moved in jerky motions as he yanked open his jeans, his erection straining against the fabric. His tattoos danced across his skin, enchanting me like some sort of magic spell. Mine practically glowed neon on his wrist, flashing a warning sign that we were so incredibly fucked.
But I couldn’t stop. He couldn’t stop. There was something wrong with us, and maybe that was part of why this worked so fucking well.
Tears slid down my cheeks as I looked up at him.
“You’re more than sex,” he said as his cock slapped my cheek.
It made a heavy thud, my eyes fluttering as I took in the sight of him. The veins that bulged, the length and girth of him, the bead of pre-cum dripping from the head.
All for me.
I was selfish, wasn’t I? After all the years of not being looked at the way he looked at me, his hard cock was a gift. One I wanted to lick and suck and give myself to.
He was turning me into a selfish slut.
That’s what they’ll all say about me. That I’m selfish and keeping him for myself and ? —
“I’ve never wanted someone the way I want you, Pepper. I’ve never needed someone this way. I don’t care what they say about us. I don’t care what your ex-husband thinks. Stand back up.”
He grabbed a fistful of my hair and pulled me to my feet. I squeaked as our lips met, all of my worries melting away. Pleasure froze every muscle, my body bowing against his, his cock pressing against my stomach.
“ Mine ,” he whispered. “You’re mine. Not his. Not anyone else’s. You don’t even belong to yourself right now, you belong to me. Do you understand what I’m saying?”
“But what about me?” I rasped. “Are you mine too? Are you?—”
He raked up my skirt and spun me around, bending me over my desk. The city skyline danced in my vision, the swollen sunset dripping gold over every building. I gasped as his fingertips met my soaked pussy.
He stiffened in surprise as he realized I wasn’t wearing any panties.
Just like he’d asked.
“Fuck,” he growled. “You want this. I know that you want this. Otherwise you wouldn’t be working in your office without panties on. Have you been walking around like this since our texts earlier? Thinking about me fucking you? Thinking about calling me in here and having my cock inside you as you take your meetings? Fucking answer me.”
“Yes,” I groaned. “Yes. All day, Salt. All fucking day.”
He leaned over me, his weight pinning me down as he whispered harshly, “How could you ever doubt that I am yours? How could you ever think that I go one fucking second of my day without dreaming about breeding your cunt, and fucking you until all you know is my name. Who the fuck do you think I am?”
“Mine,” I whimpered.
He paused, lining up his cock with my entrance. I needed him now more than ever. I needed to know that I was his.
“ Salt ,” I moaned.
I heard fabric rip and gasped, looking back over my shoulder just in time for him to stuff part of my skirt in my mouth.
“If you need me to stop, make your hand signal.”
Yes, Sir. I couldn’t say the words but I still tried to. They came out jumbled, quickly turning into moans as he forced his cock inside me.
Pleasure quaked through me as I was stretched by his cock. But I was greedy, and my cunt was greedy for every ridged inch. I wanted him to fuck me, own me, breed me, mark me, destroy me, and stain my soul with his cum. The lust raging between us was infectious and dangerous, but I just didn’t care. I didn’t care if he ruined me.
I wanted him to ruin me.
“Fuck,” he grunted. “You’re never leaving me. I’ll never let you go. They’ll never stop me from having you. I don’t care that you’re older than me. I don’t care that we’re from different worlds. I just—” thrust “—don’t—” thrust “— care .”
Every thrust was him staking his claim. My voice was muffled by the fabric in my mouth, my hands dragging over the desk top. Papers scattered to the floor, the wood creaked as he fucked me mercilessly. There was nothing gentle about him right now, nothing soft. Just raw lust, a live wire electrifying us both, robbing us of any sort of freedom from its shock.
They’d talk about us. They’d keep hating me. Not only was I a powerful woman, I was a rich woman. And not only was I a rich woman, I was a woman who had desires. I was a woman who was having sex, and being fucked in the way that they could only dream about.
I was a woman who had it all. And I knew that after this moment, I would spend the rest of my life fighting to keep it.
My ex-husband didn’t want to be with a woman who was both sexual and smart. You could only be one or the other. If you were both, you were too powerful.
Salt wanted me to be both. He made me feel sexy. He made me feel wanted. It didn’t matter that he was more than a decade younger than me, it didn’t matter that he’d enraged my ex-husband, it didn’t matter that what we were doing may be wrong in the eyes of so many.
He wanted me to be sexy and smart.
He wasn’t threatened by my strength.
It only made my submission sweeter.
The phone on my desk started to ring. I gasped, freezing even as Salt kept fucking me. He reached around and yanked the fabric from my mouth.
“Answer it,” he demanded.
“But—”
“ Now .”
Fuck, fuck, fuck. I whimpered as I reached across the desk and picked up the phone, my eyes rolling back as he hit the right spot. My voice shook as I forced myself to answer. “He-Hello?”
“Pepper, it’s Ellen. Are you staying late tonight? I was about to head home, but I can hang around if you want?—”
“No,” I rasped. “Go home, Ellen. Okay?”
“Are you okay? I’m worried about you.”
Salt fucked me harder.
“I just need to get some things done.” God, I could barely think.
“Need anything?”
“No,” I huffed. “No. I’m fine. Thanks, Ellen. I’ll text you later when I get home.”
Salt leaned over and hung up the phone. My squeak was muffled right as he shoved the fabric back into my mouth, his finger hooking the inside of my cheek as he slammed into me. The desk creaked as he shoved me flat, my breasts pressing against the hardwood.
“I’m going to breed this cunt,” he whispered. “I’m going to fill you so you know that you belong to me every time you stand, sit, walk, fucking breathe. I want it dripping down your fucking thighs.”
“ Yes, yes, yes, ” I chanted through the fabric, tears blurring my vision.
He grabbed a fistful of my hair, yanking hard enough that the tears fell down my cheeks. I was so fucking wet, the sound of our skin slapping together reverberated through the office.
“I’m going to come,” I attempted to whimper.
When I climaxed, it was a full body experience. All my fears and worries loosened in my chest, replaced by a blissful space I wished I could live in forever.
“Fuck,” he grunted, finally losing control.
His cock slid in and out of me until he gave one last jerky thrust, his grip tightening on me as he came inside me. My entire body melted against the desk beneath us.
“You’ve awakened something in me,” he whispered against my ear.
I clenched my pussy around his cock in response, and his fingers in my hair tightened.
“Fuck,” he rasped.
I did it again, still feeling that he was hard. He’d just filled me, and yet…
He pulled the fabric from my mouth and kissed me hard. His tongue met mine, stroking it before biting my bottom lip. He released me, his cock still inside me.
“Am I keeping you warm?” I teased him.
He pinched a bruise on my ass hard enough I had to swallow my squeal. “Tonight,” he said. “We’re going on a date tonight. We’re going to go out and have dinner.”
“We can’t,” I whined. “We can’t yet. Not until I tell them.”
Salt sighed. “As soon as they know, I’m showing you off to the entire world.”
Excitement shot through me.
“Get on your knees,” he said as he pulled out.
I slid back, my knees hitting the floor. His cum dripped out, pooling on the polished hardwood. I turned to face him, his slick cock looming before my lips.
“Clean our cum off. I want the taste of me to be with you until we get home.”
Home .
His voice was harsh, his dark eyes drowning me with lust. I parted my lips slowly, pushing my tongue out, darting to the head of his cock. I batted my eyes, completely gone for him. I didn’t care who walked in right now, I wouldn’t stop. I wouldn’t stop sucking his cock for anyone.
He jerked my head forward, filling my throat in one swift thrust.
I sucked him, tasting us together. The tang of our orgasms was an erotic potion. The sounds I made filled my office, the last of the sunlight spilling over us.
He gently pulled my mouth away. I leaned forward, resting my head against his hip, closing my eyes.
“Pepper,” he murmured. “You can’t keep doubting that I want you.”
He was right. Even though I wasn’t sure I’d ever truly understand. He held out his hand and I took it, allowing him to help me to my feet.
Salt tipped my chin up. “Tomorrow, we’re going to dinner with my family. And tonight we’re going to rest. We’re going to watch a movie and order food. And we’re going to forget about everyone that works in this building.”
“Okay,” I said softly. “I’m sorry, I didn’t even ask you how your meeting went.”
“They were good,” he said. “Scott gave me some lawyer recommendations. I’m going to reach out to have the contracts reviewed before I sign anything.”
“Good,” I murmured. “I take it the time with Jeff didn’t go well.”
“I didn’t meet with him,” he said. “Well, I did briefly. We butted heads and then Scott took me to his office.”
“He suspects something,” I said. “Ellen knew immediately. You were…”
“I can’t stand by and let Jeff treat you that way. Even if I didn’t know you, I wouldn’t be okay with it. That’s not who I am,” Salt said. “I’m sorry. But it’s not. And I held myself back, Pepper. That was me behaving.”
“The way you looked at me…”
“Is the way I’ll always look at you. And I’m not sorry for that.” He kissed my forehead gently. “Let’s go home.”
“Yeah,” I said. “Let’s go home.”