29. Chapter 29
29
You'll Be Rewarded
I’m sitting at my desk, attempting to get work done, but I can’t focus.
Why the fuck was Ella crying last night? And why the fuck did she try hiding it from me?
I don't know why it pisses me off so much. I shouldn't care. I shouldn't see her face full of sadness every time I close my eyes, but I do.
It’s all I fucking see .
And I haven't been able to get anything done all fucking day because of how distracted I’ve been.
I lift my head up from my computer—I’ve been staring at it for half an hour, and nothing has changed—and see her sitting at her desk. She looks different today. Her shoulders are lower than they normally are, and she’s wearing dull colors when she normally wears brighter ones. Her outfits are always office appropriate—usually a pantsuit or some variation of one—but today, the muted tones don’t pop like they usually do.
When the fuck did I start paying attention to all these little things? God, she’s driving me fucking crazy, and she hasn't even done anything.
I see Brody look between our offices, and before I think he’s going to come into mine, he turns the other way into Ella’s.
Oh, this ought to be good.
She looks up when he walks into her office, seemingly inviting himself in like he always does. I can hear muted whispers of their conversation, but I can tell by the face he made at me before he went in, he’s probably going to tell her to do something.
And that usually ends with Ella telling Brody off or making some sort of comment about him. Those two have an interesting relationship; from what I’ve heard, they were both up for the same promotion, and Brody got it instead.
Even someone with no experience in this field could tell Ella deserved it over him, but he got it because he’s friends with half the board—which he brags about. Either way, he got the promotion over her, and he’s barely in the office. Nobody’s in the office more than Ella; even if she works from home some days, she still bills more hours than everyone else.
When I don’t see Ella giving him hell through the window in my office, I know for sure whatever she was crying about last night is still affecting her. Brody leaves her office and pokes his head into mine, looking as smug as ever.
“What’s up?” I ask him.
“We should get together for a drink one of these days.”
I’m not surprised by his offer. “Yeah, I’d be down.”
“After Thanksgiving? Most of our big projects will be done. Maybe we can even hit the driving range together. You seem like you’d be really good at golf.”
“I do alright, I guess.” I’m not the most athletic person ever, but I tend to pick things up pretty quickly. I mean, how hard can it be to whack a ball with a club?
“I’ll let you know.” He goes to leave before he pokes his head back in. “And can you send me the report about our latest campaign when you get a chance? I want to know if our ads and shit worked for them.”
“I’ll have those to you by the end of the day,” I tell him as I see Ella wiping her face. Is she crying again? “Is that all?”
“Yeah, that’s all.” He smacks the side of my door frame as he leaves. I’m not sure what it’s going to be like hanging out with him outside of work, but I’m sure it won’t be too bad. Plus, I need some more friends other than my sister and Holt. Well, and I guess Grant and Oliver. It’s so fucking hard to make plans as adults. I swear, whenever I have a night open, those two are busy. I miss having a fucking social life.
And for some reason, Ella has become a part of mine. Before I can stop myself, I head over to her office, knocking so she doesn't throw something at me if I were to barge in.
“Hey,” is all I can manage to get out of my mouth.
She looks up, confused as to what the hell I’m doing here. “Did you need something?”
Fight with me so I know you’re okay. I clear my throat before I speak. “Are you…uh, feeling okay? After last night, I wanted to check.”
She furrows her brows at me.
“Look, I’ve been distracted all day thinking about you crying, so tell me you’re alright so I can get back to doing my fucking job.”
That perks her right up. Any time I use that tone, she gets pissed.
“If you’re so distracted, then stop thinking about it. How about that, Zimmerman?”
God, I’ve never been so happy to hear my surname. “It’s your fault I’m off my game. So, are you alright?”
She stands from her desk. “I’m fucking fine. Happy?”
“Almost,” I say as I close her door, not wanting anyone else to hear this. “I’d be happier if tonight when I got home, you were naked on your bed.”
Surprise laces her features. “What?”
“You heard me, and if you don’t listen, our pact will go down to two instead of three.”
“That’s not what we agreed on, dickhead.”
A smirk crosses my features. She wants this as much as I do . “Well, I want the first time to be on my terms, Williams. So listen to me, and you’ll be rewarded tonight, okay?”
“But what about—”
“Alissa’s working late tonight.”
She must remember her telling us she’s barely going to be home this week. On Sunday night, my sister got a phone call, yelled about how stupid someone was, and ran to her room to grab her work laptop. She told us some huge company got hacked and she’ll barely be home this week because of it.
What a perfect way to start our arrangement. The only crying she’ll be doing tonight is crying out my name as I fuck her.
“Fine. But don’t count on me leaving the office before you; maybe you’ll have to be the one who’s naked.”
“That’s fine by me, darling.” I turn to leave but stop when my hand touches her door handle. “You know I don’t mind being bossed around, especially by you, Ella.” I lock eyes with her as I open her door. “It turns me the fuck on when you yell at me.”
“Get the fuck out. I’ll see you at home.”
When I sit back in my chair and notice Ella’s quiet smirk, I know I succeeded in making her mood more focused on arguing with me than whatever happened last night.
Mission fucking accomplished.
Ella left work an hour before I did, and I was surprised she listened.
She better be naked and ready for me, because as I open the door to our flat, I can already feel my dick straining against my pants. Since I left her office earlier after bossing her around, all I’ve been thinking about is Ella.
I set my stuff down on the table, knowing she’s hopefully in her bedroom waiting for me. The two of us will have dinner after, but all I want is to see her. She’s my number one fucking priority.
When I push her door open and see her lying naked on her bed, her book in her hands, my mouth starts to water.
“Look at you being such a good girl for me,” I tell her as she turns to face me.
“I figured I’d play nice to see if you could deliver.”
“I’ve fucked your cunt three times already, Ella,” I say as I round her bed, coming to the end of it. I grab her legs and drag her toward me, her book falling out of her hands. “You should know I can deliver, love.”
That earns me an eye roll.
Ella looks fucking exquisite like this. I’ve never seen a body that drives me as crazy as hers does. I could spend all fucking night memorizing every goddamn inch of her, and somehow, I know it still won’t be enough.
Her round arse is basically begging me to smack it, so I do before I flip her over, needing her eyes on me. God, these fucking thighs are driving me insane. “I’m eye-fucking these beautiful thighs of yours and, fuck, I wish they were wrapped around my head.”
It has been years since I tasted her cunt, and right now, it’s all I can think about, so I spread her legs wider and bury my face in her pussy. That earns me a few more noises from her, but they’re too quiet.
“Scream, Ella. I want to hear the noises you make while I eat you.”
My tongue takes a long lick, and I forgot how fucking sinful she tasted. I didn't realize how much I missed her sweet pussy. I regret not doing this sooner.
I spread her even wider, one of my hands underneath her arse as my tongue goes deeper. I don't know if Ella knows she’s grinding her pussy against my face, but she is.
And fuck, if it isn't the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.
“That’s it, Ella. Wrap those thighs around my head and fuck my face.”
She complies with no argument, which surprises me.
Tonight is all about her, and by the time we’re done here, Ella should have a hard time walking or I haven't done my job correctly.
I focus some attention on her clit, knowing the friction helps to get her off, and after a few more swirls of my tongue, her legs clench around my head, and I feel her coat my tongue. God, she tastes like Heaven. I could spend all night down here making her shake and not give a fuck about my own release.
“Get on your knees, Ella,” I say to her as I discard all my clothes and grab a condom from my pocket, ripping the foil with my teeth as I roll it onto my cock. I smack her arse as she gets onto her knees, her body still coming down from the orgasm I gave her.
“Give me a second, asshole.”
“Did I deliver already?” I lean down, brushing her hair behind her as I find her ear. “We’re just getting started.”
And then, I rub my aching cock against the remnants of her orgasm before I thrust into her in one go.
Her back arches as I get as deep as I can, and fuck, her pussy feels so good wrapped around me. “Jesus, Ella.”
“Move, Leo, or do I need to take charge?” she asks me as she starts to roll her hips, her ass bouncing as she takes control.
“Fuck, just like that, love,” I say as I let her fuck me. Nothing about this intimidates me; in fact, watching her take what she needs is so hot, she could make me come undone any minute. “Keep going.”
Her eyes connect with mine as she turns her head and looks at me, drawing me in like a siren in the ocean. I’d willingly follow her into the darkness if she looked at me like this. She’s the goddamn petrol, and I’m the match that’s going to light the two of us on fire.
I don’t mind getting burned, not if it feels as good as this does.
“I know you’re in charge,” she rolls her eyes at me, “but how do you feel about toys during sex?”
She stops, but I keep thrusting, needing to feel her every fucking second. “The more the merrier, darling.”
I pull out of her so she can grab something from her bedside table, and when I see the array of options I have, I take a second to study each of them.
Oh, the things I could do with any of these. This is going to be fun.
“Don’t make me wait all fucking night, Leo.”
I end up choosing one of her dildos, my mind filtering through all the things I could make her feel while I fill her with my cock.
“Do you have lube?”
She grabs a bottle and throws it my way, and I grab it, squeezing some of it out onto the dildo. “Turn around and bend over.”
She complies, looking back at me, her eyes carrying an unspoken question.
I take my hand and rub it around her arse. “Has anyone ever fucked you here?”
Her eyes cast down as if she’s embarrassed, but I know she’s not. Ella is not one to feel that emotion when talking about sex. “Yes.”
I knew it. “Do you want me and your toy to make you feel good?”
She doesn't respond, so I begin teasing her tight hole.
“Tell me, Ella. Tell me you want me and your toy to take you at the same time.”
Her breathing gets heavier, and I see a few drops of her cum dripping onto her bedspread as I wait for her to answer.
“I need an answer, darling. I need the words.” I stick a finger into her pussy, wetting my fingers as I go back to her other hole. She shakes when I pump my fingers a few times.
“Please, Leo,” she whispers as I slide my dick into her needy pussy, my fingers still pumping in her ass. “Please fill me.”
God, I love hearing her beg me like this. It’s music to my fucking ears.
I remove my fingers and grab the dildo, slowly sliding it into her arse as I fuck her pussy. She’s clenching so fucking hard around me, I don’t know how much longer I’m going to last, but Ella has to come first.
I slide it in a little more, and it’s almost all the way in as she moans into the sheets.
“Fuck, fuck, this feels so good.”
“Yeah, love? You like being filled like this?” I say as I up my pace on both, the toy slides in and out of her as my dick does the same. “God, you look so good taking both at the same time.”
“Leo, please don’t stop.”
“I know what you need, Ella,” I tell her, one hand on her hip to steady myself. This feels way too fucking good, and I wish I could do this to her all night. Her moans, pants, and pleas are all I can focus on, and the need to come inside her is all I can think about.
“Leo.”
“Come on, Ella. Give me another one.”
Her arms reach out and grab her sheets, her pussy clenching around me, and I know she’s fucking close.
Her sounds are incoherent as she gives me her second orgasm of the night. All her noises are going to haunt my mind—they’re fucking beautiful, and I follow soon after, seeing stars as I come. My orgasms with Ella are always like this—overpowering. There’s just something about sex with someone you hate. It makes it that much fucking better for some reason.
When I come down and pull my dick out of her, I slowly pull the dildo from her and discard it to the side as the two of us lay next to one another, neither of us saying a word as we catch our breath.
Jesus, that was fucking good, and we still get to do it two more times after tonight, since the conference room didn’t count.
“I’m a fucking genius.”
She turns her head toward me. “What?”
“This sex pact. It was a great idea, and you can admit that, go ahead,” I say, waiting for her response.
“Over my dead body, Leo,” she says as she gets up, her legs shaking so much that she can barely walk properly. Mission fucking accomplished . “Now, get out. We’re not cuddling.”
“Do you want to order food? I’m fucking starved after all that.”
She nods her head as she grabs her robe. “You order. I have to clean my sheets.”
I smirk as I remember the mess we made. “Your usual from the Italian place?”
“Sounds perfect,” she says as she starts to strip her sheets off while I’m still on them. “Do you mind?”
“No,” I say as I get up, grab my clothes, and head to my room, needing some joggers to throw on. “I’ll throw on a film or something. We can watch it together while we eat.”
“Fine,” she says, slamming the bathroom door in my face.
And now, we’re back to normal—just how it’s supposed to be.
Getting thoroughly fucked and ending the night with a good meal is about as good as it gets with Leo. For once, I have no complaints.
Neither of us has said much as the movie plays. Leo put on some sort of action movie, and after the orgasms I had, I don’t have the energy to make any comments.
“How’s your week been?”
“Leo, we live together.”
He looks over at me. “So?”
“So, you’ve seen every single part of my week. Nothing has really happened.”
“Do you still like working for Loft Media?”
“It’s been my dream to work in this field, so yes. It’s fine.”
He cocks his head at me. “Just fine?”
“I’m fucking exhausted, Leo.” Not just from tonight, but from everything lately.
“So tell me about it.”
I stop myself from snapping back at why he wants to know. “You wouldn't understand,” I say as I get off the couch to grab some more food. Sex makes me fucking hungry.
“Make me understand, then.”
His answer surprises me. “You’ve only been at this job for a few months, but I’ve been here for a while. I’ve worked my ass off on every account, every campaign, every client.”
“Anyone who sees you at the office knows that, Ella. It’s obvious.”
I set my plate on the coffee table and turn toward him. Before I can stop myself, I give him an honest answer. “No matter how much I do, it never feels like enough. I’ve barely moved in any direction since I got here. I was up for a promotion, but Brody got it over me, which was a bunch of bullshit.”
He says nothing, so I keep talking.
“You have no idea what it feels like to be a woman in a male-dominated office. People look at you differently, you’re constantly being underestimated, and earning respect from the guys at the office is basically a nonstarter. I’ll never be one of them, so they don’t bother listening in the first place.”
“Yeah. I guess I don’t know what that feels like.”
“It’s the fucking worst, and I can’t bring it up, or I’ll be treated differently. I can’t fight back, or I’ll be called a bitch. If I speak out of turn, I’m reprimanded. If I talk too loud, I’m arguing. It’s literally impossible to do anything, and some days, I feel like I’m walking on eggshells in a place I know I belong. In a place I earned my spot at.”
“I’m sorry, Ella. I didn't mean to make work harder for you.”
“It’s not just you, Leo. It’s Brody and Brad and any of the other dude bros who think they run the fucking world because they have a penis.” Plus, Leo isn't them. If he was, his dick would never come within twenty feet of my pussy, but I’d never tell him that.
“I’ll try to do better going forward.”
“I appreciate that, but let’s not talk about this going forward.” It feels like we’re headed in the wrong direction of whatever this pact is, and it needs to stop now.
He nods at me before we both turn back to the movie. Neither of us says a word when we turn in for the night, heading opposite directions into our rooms.
I try not to think about everything that happened between us tonight as I lay down to sleep, but I fail miserably.