7. Willow
7
Willow
I’m a bad daughter. A terrible assistant. A greedy woman. Yet, I can’t stop.
A supply closet. What in the world are we thinking?
Chris only asked for another kiss. Just a single one more. So, why are we currently fisting each other’s clothing, pulling and tugging like we plan on doing more?
“S-Sir.” My voice betrays me as I feel his teeth against my throat. The way he vibrates in response makes my panties damp. Was that a growl ? I’ve never seen my boss come undone like this, but the moment we’re hidden away from the party, he seems like he’s a dehydrated man who has found his first drop of water in ages.
“We have to be quiet.” Reminding me of such an important fact, he makes it impossible when he cradles my thigh, lifting my leg so he can take another step toward me. Even though we’re pressed together in a cramped space, he tries to get closer. Closer. Like even one inch of space is too much.
He tells me that, but even the smallest shift of our bodies grinding against each other, is far too much for me to handle. I have to sink my teeth in my bottom lip to contain my groan.
It’s almost laughable how little control we have over this moment. One kiss was all it took to make us snap.
I never would’ve imagined Chris wanting me, not like this. He always kept his distance at the office, never looked my way when it was just the two of us. Unless… What if I had simply never noticed?
The way his cock is currently digging into my inner thigh, I’m starting to believe that just may be the case. Only a man who is starving can be this intense, this willing to do something so wild.
“You’re going to be the reason behind my downfall, Willow.” Groaning my name like it hurts him to say out loud, he shakes his head. “Fuck, all this time, I’ve tried my hardest to pretend that you aren’t the one thing I desperately want.”
My heart picks up speed at his words. Not expecting a confession out of this, I moan when his other hand joins the first. Aiming straight for my underwear, a pair I can’t even remember are sexy or not, he presses the pad of his thumb against the one spot most sensitive. As we both discover how slick the fabric is, he curses again under his breath.
The last time I saw him this frustrated, we’d lost a big client because one of our competitors stole him away. He looked like he wanted to fire an entire floor’s worth of employees. I can only imagine how he’ll react if he doesn’t consume me completely.
Hoping to silence me even more, I drag him back to my mouth as I feel his thumb move. Teasing me through my underwear, I’m staining his mouth with my lipstick, his jaw too. Neither of us can stop, desperation sinking its claws deep inside.
As his tongue slides against mine, he swallows down every noise that tries to escape.
As if he can feel my orgasm approaching, he pulls his hand away before I can find my relief. Leaving my body aching and twitching, he pulls away long enough to jerk at his belt. It’s a sight to see this man lose his composure. To see him so desperately to free his straining erection, it’s like seeing the eighth wonder of the world. I hardly understand how it’s possible. It’s just me, after all.
While he works on freeing himself, I’m clutching the hem of my dress in a tight fist.
“Is this really happening?” The question slips out softer than a whisper. “Please tell me I’m not just imagining all of this.”
Finally, he manages to shove his pants open. Breath harsh, he lifts his gaze. “It better be. I don’t think I can go another day without calling you mine.”
I sputter a laugh. Rather than being filled with humor, it’s more of embarrassment. “Can you say that again?”
He cracks a smile. “I’ll say it every day from this point forward if that’s what it takes to make it true. You’re mine, Willow. You always have been from the moment you stepped into my office. From the time you stumbled on those heels, making it obvious you hadn’t worn a pair in your life. From the time you stumbled on saying your very name when shaking my hand during the interview. So nervous, and you didn’t know you had the job the moment I looked at you.”
That was so long ago. If he’s been harboring the same feelings as I have, then I feel silly for not doing this sooner.
With his cock now free, swollen and glistening, he turns to me in all of two steps. Leaning against me, he nudges my feet further apart.
“Will you let me inside?” He’s panting, sounding the most desperate I’ve ever heard. Like he’ll crack at his core if I deny him.
As if that’s even a question. I’ve spent too much fantasizing about him doing these things to me to even consider telling him no. However, I need to make one thing clear.
“Chris.” Squirming against him, I struggle to think when he’s gliding his glistening tip against my slit. “I’m not the kind of woman to just hook up with people. I’m needy, and demanding. I’m going to want more.”
All truths. Working alongside him, I’m going to want to jump his bones whenever we’re alone in his office. Funny enough, that is basically all the time. He has to see how problematic this is.
I swear his dark eyes grow pitch black. “I know, Willow.” He nudges my clit and groans softly. “Whatever you need, I’ll give it to you, understand? If you want something, just say the word. My heart? It’s always been yours. My body? Without question, yours. I’d give you my life, if it made you happy.”
His confession makes my body tremble. A part of me wants to get it in writing so I can look at it all day. As silly as it sounds, Chris doesn’t understand to what extent of my love for him. He doesn’t understand that I’m never going to want to let him go. I need him to meet me halfway here and match my energy.
Finally, I nod at his question. “Please, I need you.” We’ve already gone this far. There’s no going back.
Pushing his way in, we hardly take enough time to relish in how it feels to be filled. Instead, he sets a steady pace. The floor creaks beneath us, and the wall at our back supports every jerk of his hips. Once he’s inside, he reaches down and lifts me in the air. Giving me no choice but to cling onto him to avoid falling, he hits nerves my fingers can’t dare to reach.
Losing ourselves to the start of impossible pleasures, he curses under his breath.
“I’m going to give you what you always wanted.” Groaning against my temple, his thrusts slow but grow deeper. Remembering our conversation from the night before, he clicks his tongue. “I’m going to give you that baby, Willow. Fuck, I won’t stop at one. I want at least three.”
Clinging to his neck, I try to lift my hips so we don’t waste a single inch. Shivering at the thought of this man being the father of any future kids makes me want to melt into a big wet puddle. “Three is going to take some time. You’re a busy man, last time I checked.”
He presses my back further against the wall and pauses to consider my words. “You’ll move in with me, then. I’ll put an end to the overnight shifts immediately. I’ll rush home and we can try every single day until we succeed.”
“You want me as a roommate?” Fighting off a smile, I know that’s not what he’s implying, but I want to hear him say the words.
“I want you as my wife , Willow.” He huffs, his impatience seeping through. Scoffing as he repeats roommate in disbelief, he lifts my hips higher. “How does that sound? We can ditch the assistant title, and you can take on those two roles. My wife, and the mother of our children.”
Sounds too good to be true. Something so good shouldn’t be put in my hands like this. Feels like I’m cheating at the game of life.
If it weren’t for the intensity in his eyes as he waits for my answer, I’d tell him the words he wants to hear more quickly.
He snaps his hips and makes me gasp. “You’re killing me, sweetness. If you say no, I don’t know what in the hell I’m going to do with myself.” Even now, there’s a tightness to his voice, his words coming out taut.
It’s a good thing I’m not thinking in that direction in the slightest. Instead, I’m imagining what he’s describing. A life I’ve always wanted with the man of my dreams. I’d be outright crazy if I didn’t agree to his offer.
Nodding my head, I cling to him tighter. “If I could, I’d scream yes.” I’d yell it from the top of my lungs and let everyone know if we weren’t in such a lucrative position. I’ll save sharing my love for him another day. Once I open my mouth, I doubt I’ll be able to close it again. Once Pandora’s box is open, all I’ll want to do is go on and on about being a soon-to-be gushing bride.
My answer makes him sigh in relief before he’s rocking his hips again. Clutching my body, our moans, hardly contained, continue forming on our tongues.
With renewed vigor and a goal in mind, my walls flutter and clench around his cock as he continues to fill me with every thrust. Focusing on the friction against my sensitive nerves, I feel them grow more uneven. The sound of our bodies meeting is far less quiet, betraying our secret union.
I’m getting closer to my peak, I can feel it in the way my hips jerk and my clit throbs. He isn’t even touching me there anymore, but he might as well be. As if I can see the countdown timer getting closer and closer to zero, I try to warn him. To avoid allowing me to be the one to announce what we’re doing in here.
Digging my nails into his shoulders, he swallows down my cry with another demanding kiss. As my pussy flutters and clenches around him, he groans in the back of his throat before spilling his release. With a wave of heat flooding my core, I shiver as he continues to thrust. Making sure not a single inch remains clear, he spreads each spurt of come inside.
Fighting to recollect ourselves, I lose count of the minutes we stay like this. Too tired to be bothered by the thought of getting caught, I choose to kiss him instead. His mouth, his chin and his cheeks. Everywhere that makes him rumble with approval.
Ever so carefully, he pulls out and gently sets me down on my feet. My heels are the least of my concerns. Especially with the way my legs feel like noodles.
“Think anyone noticed our lack of presence?” Straightening my dress, he’s wearing the biggest smile I’ve ever seen. I swear, I’m going to have to tell him to save this kind of smile just for me. I’m not willing to share with anyone if he forgets to scowl.
“Doubtfully. Luckily, we’re not the ones under the spotlight here.” As he squeezes my hips and looks at me like he’s not in any rush to leave, I’m the one who has to encourage him toward the door. When I’m the first to slip out, I’m mortified to find Wynter resting right next to the door, looking bored with her nose scrunched. She’s waiting.
I’m not in the mood to talk to anyone, especially not her.
“Mom was determined to find you.” Wynter looks at us, a small smile tugging on her lips. “I told her you two slipped out for some fresh air. She thinks you’re taking a romantic stroll, but you know how she is. She’ll start her hunt again. If I were you–” She looks at Chris and points to her face. “–I’d take a wet paper towel to that. Make it look like you’re not coming from a heavy petting session.”
Looking at Chris, I can see he hadn’t gotten all of my lipstick off of his cheek and chin. Rather than getting all flustered at getting caught by my sister, I’m trying to swipe it off with my thumb. I should straighten his collar a little more as well, and tuck his hair behind his ears.
If he looks this disheveled, I can only imagine how my appearance is.
“Can’t believe you hooked up on their big day.” She lifts a brow and snorts. “Want me to go tell her you don’t feel good?”
“You’d do that?” She scoffs at the surprise in my voice. “Thanks, I guess.”
She shrugs a shoulder. “If I can convince her there’s a bug going around, maybe I can sneak Hugh out, too, if I can figure out where he’s run off to.” Her smile returns at the thought. Gross . “These events aren’t fun when you can’t drink.”
“You’re not even old enough to do that,” I remind her and she shrugs her shoulder again.
“We can just count this as an IOU.” Wynter looks around and sighs. “Unless you want to catch up? It’s been a minute since we’ve talked.”
She’s right. After I moved off to New York, she suddenly felt the itch to meet someone online and marry him. We grew a bit apart as we went down our separate paths.
The only thing we had to rekindle our relationship was through the family texts. Wynter gloated about her successes, and I kept mine to myself.
Maybe a face-to-face conversation might do us some good.
If I want my future kids to have a good relationship with their cousin, then maybe I have to be the bigger person here and mend our relationship. Make it less about competition, and more about having a way of support when I need it.
Chris rubs his fingers against the middle of my back, reassuring me. “We have all weekened to catch up on us, Willow.”
Nodding, I turn back to Wynter to find her rocking on her heels.
“I’m sure you’ve gotten more exciting stories to tell in comparison.” I look around for any signs of a bathroom. “How about we clean up a little, find someone who can throw you together a mocktail, and you can tell me all about how life is going.”
Her eyes light up, surprising me, and she nods. “I’d love that, actually. No offense to mom, but I don’t think she gets half of the excitement of what I try to tell her. Plus, I’ve been dying to know what it’s been like living in a big city. I bet you’ve got so many different food options right at your fingertips. Oh, and all those skyscrapers? Oh yeah, you’ve got to give me the whole rundown. Up to the part where I’m going to have to convince Hugh to move there.”
Agreeing with her on that part, Wynter tags along as we make our way to the bathroom.
This feels right. Like something I wouldn’t mind working on growing. Both my relationship with my sister and my future husband.