Chapter 17 Steven
STEVEN
“Cam,” I holler as I run out of my office. “Cam, wait.”
He still charges toward the elevator, but as he presses the button, I grab his arm to stop him. “What’s wrong with you?”
“Get the hell off of me!” he shouts, yanking his arm out of my clutch. “I’ve been trying to get her since she started … I can’t believe you would do this to your own brother.”
Confused, I throw up my hands. “Do what?”
He clenches his jaw tight, standing nose to nose with me now. “Steal her from me.”
Steal her … from him? She was never his.
I want so bad to throw that in his face, but I hold back. The last thing I want is for him to go around telling anyone and everyone about what he saw in the office, which really wasn’t much to talk about.
Hell, we were still clothed.
“Just please, don’t say anything.” I try to reason with him, but I know Cam better than that. No matter what I say, he’s going to milk this for all it’s worth. He seems so distraught, but it’s only because he’s not used to women turning him down.
He apparently can’t handle rejection well. It makes me want to laugh right in his face. I have to keep a straight face in case there’s even an inkling of him keeping his mouth shut.
“Cam, I don’t know what’s going on, but if I hurt you, I’m sorry,” I try to reason with him, but it doesn’t work as he steps into the elevator, shooting me the finger as the doors close.
What the fuck?
Turning, I rake a hand through my disheveled hair and walk back into my office. Becca is still sitting on the floor where I left her, smiling as if she’d just been laughing.
“Jeez, he really can’t take a hint,” she comments, and I laugh as I sit down on the floor next to her.
I take in the scattered mess of paperwork, but I can’t take my mind off the fact that Becca is right here and we’re alone. Cam interrupted us before, but he’s gone, and the only thing I want to do is finish what we started.
I’ll deal with my brother after handling what’s more important.
“So, I know we have work to do, but …” I say as my brow raises. “Where were we, again?” She giggles again, throwing her arms around my neck before kissing me with those sweet lips of hers.
She pushes me down onto the floor, on top of the now scattered paperwork that was the whole reason we stayed late today.
With her hands pressed against my chest, she sits up beside me and undoes my belt once more. I lift slightly as she pulls my pants and boxers down to my thighs. It’s just enough to free my cock as she takes it into her delicate hand.
“Fuck,” I whisper as she begins to stroke the base, and her tongue massages the head. My hips thrust up, shoving more and more of myself into her mouth with every movement. I can’t help it … Everything she does to me feels so damn good.
Her tongue … hell, her every touch is magic, and I can’t get enough.
My hand rests on her thigh and shoots up her skirt, wanting to find her sweet spot. The noises she makes, the faces … It’s all worth the chaos that’ll unfold if this gets out. Knowing that I can make such a beautiful creature melt in my hand with just one touch is what drives me.
I feel her lace panties against my fingertips, and as I try to push past them, she pushes my hand away as she lifts her head from my lap. “This one is about you,” she gushes as I put my hand back near her knee.
The paper crinkles as I lay my head down against the ground, taking the perfect stance to enjoy myself. Her mouth suctions down around my shaft as her head bobs. My free hand finds her hair and clutches, keeping her at the pace she’s going.
“That mouth is dangerous,” I chuckle, pushing my hips upward.
Once she pulls up again, I rest up onto my elbows to look at her, but she shoves me back down. I watch as she throws her leg over my waist, now straddling me as her skirt pushes up to her hips.
Her black and red thong teases me, but I’m unable to play as she holds my arms down. “This time, I’m the only one who gets to touch,” she whispers against my open lips before kissing me.
I’ve never been with someone who can dominate me like she does. It’s all new to me, but I’m definitely open to exploring this new side of her. Just getting to see her try and take control of me … I truly feel lucky that she chose me out of all the others she could’ve chosen.
She’s smart, funny, not to mention stunning. What the hell does she see in me, a middle-aged businessman who goes to bed way too early and makes noises when I stand up off the couch?
What did I do right?
My attention falls back to her as her hand reaches between her legs to pull her panties aside. As her pussy is revealed, my cock jumps, ready for her next move. Her not letting me touch her is driving me insane.
She’s teasing me on purpose, and while effective, it is killing me. Becca lowers down, allowing my erection to push between her slicked lips as her hips rock back and forth. Her face twists with pleasure as her eyes close and her head falls back gently every time it rubs against her clit.
Her hips pull back again, and this time, as she thrusts forward, my breath hitches. My cock slips into her vagina, and she gasps, letting go of my wrists to grip my shirt.
“Oh my God,” she cries out as I lift my hips to push into her fully. She may be on top and controlling me, but I can still get my way in a sense.
She rocks her hips back and forth again, this time allowing my shaft to slam into her with great force. “You’re so tight,” I whisper as my hands find her hips. This time, she doesn’t stop me as I begin pulling her harder against my cock.
“Steven,” she whimpers as I push my entire length into her. Her skin heats up as her face reddens. I can’t help but take in her beauty. Even with her messy hair and clothing askew, she’s never been more stunning to me.
Her grip on my shirt tightens, and her thighs press harder against my sides as she nearly drops down on top of me. “Fuck,” she cries, and I feel her come undone around my cock.
She stops her rocking, and I take the opportunity presented. “My turn,” I mumble as I flip us over, allowing her to lie underneath me this time.
Without warning, I push myself into her again as my hands plant firmly on either side of her head. I try not to crinkle the papers too badly, but if it happens, so be it. The only thing that matters is us. Papers can be replaced.
Her thighs wrap around my waist tightly as I plow into her again. I lower my head, taking the skin of her neck between my teeth before biting down enough to make her moan. Her hands grip the back of my head as I switch from biting to sucking.
“If you leave a mark, you’re the one explaining it,” she giggles.
“Worth it,” I gasp and replace my mouth once more. Her skin is so sweet, so inviting. It’s hard not to.
My mouth soon finds hers, her tongue frantically flicking against mine in a delicious, tangled mess. My hips’ motions quicken as I feel myself nearing completion. While I’d love for this moment to last, I can’t hold it anymore.
“Fuck … I’m coming,” I warn as my voice carries through the empty office. With one last hard push, I empty my orgasm deep inside of her as my cock pumps.
I nearly collapse as I try to gather a full breath. She kisses me one last time before I pull out of her and sit on the ground. “Shit,” I say breathily, still confused about how lucky I am to be with her.
“God, you’re perfect,” I continue as I push a stray cluster of hair behind her ear.
She giggles. “Yeah, I’m sure I look great right now with messed-up hair and clothes. I’m a disaster.”
“A beautiful disaster.” Smiling, I lean back against the desk and pull my pants back up around my hips before standing to buckle them. With an extended arm, I help her up as she rearranges her own clothing and finds her shoes.
We both take a moment, looking down at the mess we caused with the papers, and she sighs.
“Don’t worry about it,” I comment. “I’ll clean it up in the morning. Right now, I’m in too good a mood to clean.”
She nods and fetches her purse. “Agreed. Besides, I have to get home to Damian.” I open the office door, allowing her to exit as I follow her to the elevator.
I can still feel the heat between us as we step inside, both wearing a knowing smile. At a moment like this, I’m glad I have access to the camera system on my phone. My first order of business is to delete the footage before the security guards come into work tomorrow.
I’ll clean after that.
Either that, or they’ll definitely get a show.
“Do you think that Cam will tell people what he saw tonight?” Becca asks, tucking a small piece of her shirt back into her skirt.
Sighing, I shrug. “I’m not really sure, but I’ll handle it tonight before I go home.” Once we leave the building, I walk her to her car, kissing her one last time before she drives off.
I stand outside of my own car for a moment, allowing the frozen air to cool down my heated skin. Nerves whirl inside of me. What is Cam going to do with the information he discovered?
It makes me worry for Becca. If word gets out, her dad will surely lose his mind. That puts her in jeopardy of losing family, and me in jeopardy of losing a limb.
Unfortunately, we may have to face the backlash of our love sooner than we would like.