Chapter 12
CHAPTER TWELVE
July
I stare over at the window with tears in my eyes, resolutely focusing on my work. I have at least one more hour, then I’ll go home. Theo will find me.
There’s no question of that in my mind.
I’m more upset because I feel walked all over. Put in a corner.
Managed.
Not listened to.
Worse, I let it happen.
Taking a deep breath, I release it and attempt to focus. I’m the only one left in the office, everyone else having fled to happy hour at five o’clock on the dot, including the two women who imprisoned me here. I open my reference sheet to make sure my back-up plan idea meets all the necessary criteria and—
Footsteps.
My fingers freeze on the keyboard.
Those aren’t the footsteps of a co-worker, they’re too…slow. Creaking. Not the crisp and purposeful gait of someone who spends eight hours a day in this office. I lift my gaze to the monitor of my computer and see a shadowed figure in the reflection, weaving in and out of the cubicles behind me. I’m in trouble. No one is on this entire floor, except me.
And this person. Whoever they are.
I pick up my stapler, intending to use it as a weapon, stand up and turn around.
My hand drops like a five-hundred-pound boulder when I see Theo coming into view, his beautiful face splitting into a wry grin.
“Theo,” I breathe, pressing a hand to my chest. One might assume my heart would slow down once I realize I’m not about to be accosted, but no. It speeds up. My throat tightens, warmth crowding behind my eyes. Seeing his rugged soldier’s frame in this professional environment brings home exactly how different he is from everything in my life. How new.
How beloved and perfect and gorgeous.
Without a second thought, I drop the stapler and run to him, jumping into his arms and wrapping my legs around his waist, listening to and loving his gruff whisper of my name. “I missed you so much,” I say, meaning every word. In fact, it’s an under exaggeration. I’ve been yearning for him since I left his side this morning. “How did you get into the building?”
“I stole your co-worker's security card.”
“Of course you did,” I giggle into his neck. Why am I crying? How am I laughing and tearing up at the same time? “I’m sorry I wasn’t outside at five pm. They—”
“I know. I heard them talking.”
I pull back, chewing on my lip. “And you came to rescue me?”
“Which way to the dragon I need to slay?” His smile slowly fades. “Why are there tears in your eyes, baby? Did I scare you that much?”
“No,” I whisper, shaking my head. “I’m just relieved you’re here. I’ve felt really alone today. Alone used to feel normal, but I know what it’s like to be with you now.”
Tenderness blasts across his face and he kisses me hard. “You’ll never be lonely again. Not even at work. There’s something called FaceTime I learned about today.”
“You need a phone to use FaceTime.”
He tucks his tongue into his cheek, looking a little smug. “Good. I got one.”
“You did? ”
“Uh-huh. Planning on filling it with pictures of my girlfriend tonight.” He kisses the underside of my chin, his right hand rasping down the center of my bottom, tugging me closer so I can feel the stiffness between his legs. “As soon as she’s done working.”
“It might be another hour,” I say, with obvious regret, even as I flex my thighs and rub myself on that thick tower he keeps all for me.
“I’ve waited my whole life for you, July. I can wait another hour.”
I almost gasp from the sudden pressure in my chest. Welcome, happy pressure. I never expected a man to come along and remind me I’m someone worth waiting for, but he has. All I want to do is revel in the safe and cherished feeling he gives me. “Maybe I can take a dinner break.”
He half grins, nods. “I’ll take you out.”
I settle my mouth on top of his. “I’m not hungry.”
Obviously getting my message loud and clear, his chest begins to rise and fall. “I am. I’m starving.” He drags his mouth around to my ear. “For that delicious little cunt you’re hiding under your skirt.”
My breath is carried out of me on a whimper. I’ve never gotten wet so fast in my life. Except for maybe every other time I’ve been in this man’s presence. My tummy muscles pull like piano wire, my inner thighs turning the consistency of hot oil. I drop my head back and shake my hair out, one of my flats tumbling to the ground. It’s particularly satisfying to feel like a sex siren in the middle of this place, this office where I’ve only ever felt like a grunt. Someone who gets thrown a bone once in a while, but ultimately caves to the whims of her boss and co-workers.
“What are you thinking about?” Theo asks, his tongue dragging a path up the slope of my throat, teeth razing the patch of sensitive skin beneath my ear.
“I’m thinking…you make me feel powerful in a place I often feel powerless.”
For a snippet of time, he looks overcome. After a hard swallow, he says, “You do the same for me, July. I was in a world where I felt powerless. Lost.” He shakes his head. “But as long as I’ve got you, I’m a goddamn king.”
“You’ve got me,” I whisper against his mouth. “You’ve so got me.”
We kiss long and hungrily, right there in the aisle adjacent to my desk, his big hands molding my backside, giving it the occasional slap, the strike vibrating all the way to my wet sex, leading to me moaning and sinking deeper into the kiss, starved for his tongue.
“Where are you doing your presentation on Friday?” he asks, abruptly.
“Um…the conference room,” I respond, sending a confused glance over his shoulder toward the room in question. “Why?”
“Got an idea,” he says, turning on a heel and carrying me through the cubicles. The sun has begun to set, leaving the office in a hazy darkness, nothing like its usual artificial brightness, making the moment feel like a dream, especially when Theo kicks open the door to the conference room, using his foot to shut it behind us. In the near dark, he reaches beneath my skirt, taking a few moments to massage my hips, my cheeks, before pulling down my panties, sliding them slowly, slowly, to my ankles where I step out. Before I can take a breath, he yanks my skirt up to my waist with rough hands, settling me on the long table, moving a chair out of the way, so he can drop down to a kneel in front of me.
“What are you d-doing?” I pant, because I pretty much already know the answer to my question and my body tightens in preparation, my thighs already beginning to tremble.
“Scoot to the edge and let Daddy see that extra-tight pussy.”
I do what he tells me, because my body is compelled by the authority in his voice, the obsession in it, my bare buttocks dragging along the cool surface of the table and stopping at the very edge. “W-we’re really going to do this…here?”
“Fucking right we are.” He settles his palms on my knees and pushes them open, gritting a curse behind his teeth when he sees my naked flesh. Wet and waiting for him. “Because when you get nervous during your presentation on Friday, you’re going to remember me down on my knees worshipping you.” His open mouth trails down my inner thigh to my core, kissing my softness, groaning and kissing it again, deeper. “You’re going to remember you’ve got a man who knows you hung the fucking moon.” His tongue slides downward into my seam, parting me, lightly dragging the tip of his tongue through the middle, his gaze locking on mine as he presses a long finger into my pussy, working it in a circle, his knuckle rubbing side to side against my clit, shooting mind blowing sparks up to my nipples, my neck. “You’re going to remember how amazing you are, top to bottom.” He adds a second finger, pumping it in tight. “And goddamn, especially right here.”
Dampness steals down the cheeks of my bottom, my stomach hollowed in and squeezing in anticipation, the shake of my thighs intensifying when he sinks his tongue deeper among my flesh, licking me with rumbling enjoyment, pressing in tight so my thighs rest on his broad shoulders and bathing my clit repeatedly, my upper body resting back on my elbows, thighs spread. How many times have I been humored in this room? Ignored?
Not now, huh?
“Theo,” I sob, my hips beginning to jerk, my walls constricting. “I’m going to come.”
He growls with obvious excitement, his tongue moving faster. My skin heats another degree. Another. My heels dig into breadth of his back. My whines get louder, more desperate, as the climax starts to sink in, taking my hormones hostage and whipping them into a frenzy.
“Oh God, oh God, oh God,” I chant, my hands flying to his hair, hips tilting, a scream catching in my throat when his tongue starts to move at the speed of a propeller, the orgasm ripping up my middle and blasting me like sensual buckshot. My back arches off the table, torso twisting, his tongue lapping up every drop of what he did. “My Daddy ,” I bite off, shuddering through to the other side of those perfect, hot ripples.
And then he’s towering over me, eyes glittering with want as he unfastens his jeans. Button, zipper, his distended cock fisted in an iron grip, stumbling forward with a grated sound, as if he’s waited for a millennium to have me. Looking me right in the eye, he drives himself deep, his face slackening from the bliss he encounters inside me, his hands fumbling for the table to gain purchase, sweat beading on his upper lip from one thrust.
“Didn’t even have to remind you to call me Daddy, did I?” He holds himself deep, his teeth rasping up the side of my neck. “You just knew. You know why?” Pound. Pound, pound, pound. The fading of my scream. “Because you’re a good girl who knows to open her legs nice and wide when Daddy gets that look in his eye.”
“Yes. Yes, I am.”
His hands are almost violent on my bottom, bruising it in his grip, holding me still for the long, long sinks of his shaft, those breathless grinds. “This is the third time I’ve banged you without a condom, baby.” His gaze is rife with possession. “You’re going to be calling me Daddy for another reason real soon.”
“Good,” I surprise him—and myself—by saying. But I mean it. “I want a baby with you. I want everything with you.” I lean up and lick his jaw, nipping at it. “Bang me until it takes.”
He surges forward to snarl against my mouth, his sex stretching, thickening, forcing me to accommodate yet more girth. “I’ll be banging you the rest of my life.”
“Good.” I unbutton my blouse and push it open, revealing a lacy pink demicup. “Make it hurt, Daddy.”
I have no words for how hard he fucks me.
Okay, maybe a few.
It’s obscene and wonderful and filthy.
My butt squeaks relentlessly on the table while Theo thrusts into me with a force that jars my bones and makes my molars clack together. His stomach rakes over mine like warm coals, his balls smacking me the way he smacked my ass earlier. With a snap of sexual frustration. As if he’s incensed over being put into a state so lusty and base. Wanting to see my lover and I from another angle, I glance toward the wall of windows that look over the sea of cubicles. Instead of seeing my own reflection, though…
I see Dierdre and Vikander on the other side of the glass.
Holding a coffee that is presumably for me.
Their jaws have dropped.
They watch Theo fuck me like a frenzied animal, my thighs open wide for his raw treatment, my mouth open on a throaty moan of his name. I should tell Theo to stop and attempt to explain that we just got carried away. But I don’t, because I’m locked in a state of desire so deep, they wouldn’t understand it. No one would understand it unless they could feel the hot length of Theo filling them, raking over erogenous zones and rubbing on my clit like a machine built specifically for me. My body burns him alive, turns him into a beast that can only mate to save his sanity. And after he’s done brutalizing me, he’s going to treat me like his sweet little princess. How can I explain the euphoria, the utter gratification of that to anyone? It’s mine and mine alone.
“Going to start giving you daily spankings,” he growls through his teeth. “We’re going to start the morning with one. I’m taking out too much aggression on this cunt.”
“I like your aggression,” I gasp, my ass cheeks squeaking faster. Faster. “I want it.”
I’m jerked off the table and whirled around, two eager hands yanking my hips high, positioning me for more fucking, Daddy giving me his inches a second later, my sex suctioning him deep and rippling in welcome, my hips pushing back to meet his increasingly frantic pumps.
“How is my pussy from the back, Daddy?”
“ Small. FUCK.” His right fist bashes down on the table, his breath shallow and shaky. “Oh Jesus, baby, my fucking balls. Don’t say another word .”
I blink back at him over my shoulder, hips tilting temptingly. “Otherwise, you’ll put a big load inside me?”
Am I being extra sassy because I want to show off for these women? To show them how desperate my boyfriend is for me? How good he thinks I feel? Do I want them to be jealous, instead of acting like I’m some helpless rookie all the time?
Maybe a little.
“Yes, oh God yes, oh God!” he groans, pressing my upper body down flat to the table and slapping a hand over my mouth, his steel arousal shoving into my hole like he hates me, but I know it’s just the opposite, which is why I smile and separate my ankles a few more inches , reaching back on instinct to rub the pad of my middle finger against the pucker of my rear entrance.
“I’ll be such a good girl if you promise to put it here next time.”
“July, baby, Jesus CHRIST! ”
A flood crests and decimates everything in its path.
I press my cheek to the chilled surface of the conference table and watch their faces as Theo erupts inside me like a man possessed, ramming his lap into my buttocks, humping and bellowing for God and relief, his seed making a mess on the table, between my thighs, inside of me. Everywhere. Despite the fact that my legs are trembling with the aftershocks of my own orgasm, I manage to smile at them, and they go, bumping into one another before disappearing from sight.
I turn from temptress to angel, then, in a pattern I plan to get used to, allowing my boyfriend to pluck me off the table, cradle me in his arms while raining kisses down on my head, praising my adventurousness, my “slick hole,” and expressing gruff, passionate gratitude for letting him be so aggressive twice in one day. Apologizing for my soreness. Telling me I’m a good girl. That I’m his girl. That he loves every single thing about me.
I absorb his words like a flower sucking down sunshine, even preening a little when he strokes my hair and rubs gentle hands over my breasts, hips, ankles. Touching every part of me, as if to spread the praise evenly.
When he looks me in the eye, his throat working in a swallow, I already know what’s coming, because I can feel his emotions all around me.
“I’m in love with you, July,” he rasps, cupping my face and kissing me.
Tears roll down my cheeks. “I’m in love with you, too, Theo.”
We bask in each other for long moments, before we finally manage to stop touching each other long enough to get dressed. Walking out hand in hand, we leave the office, but right in front of the elevator, I hear whispers behind my back in the office.
I squeeze Theo’s hand. “I’ll be right back.”
Holding my chin up high, I walk into the break room to find Dierdre and my boss, still slack jawed and obviously talking about what they’ve just seen. If this is the moment I get fired, so be it, but I’m going to go out with my pride.
“Hi,” I say.
“Hi?” sputter Dierdre. “That’s all you have to say after we caught you being… seen to by that animal on the conference room table?”
“That feeling your experiencing? It’s called envy.”
They gasp in unison.
“We came back here with coffee because we felt bad for you,” says my boss. “Instead, you were committing a firing offense.”
“First of all, you’re the one who made me stay late in the first place,” I calmly point out. “And second, good luck finding someone to come up with a half-decent presentation for Friday this late in the game. Mine is good. And it will land. You might want to consider that.” I transfer my attention to Dierdre. “If you call my boyfriend an animal one more time, you meddling troll, I will tell our boss you applied for her position next quarter.” I gasp quietly and cover my mouth. “Oops. Good night, ladies. See you in the morning.”
I walk out with a smile and an extra spring in my step, hand in hand with my boyfriend who can’t take his eyes off me as we walk down the windy street together, smiling over the promise of something new and lasting.
Something neither one of us expected.
Something right and true.
The love of a lifetime.