Chapter 47
FORTY-SEVEN
There is a knock on my office door, and I stand from my desk, walking to the front to lean against it. I see Sloan waiting anxiously on the other side of the glass door, but she can’t see me.
No one can see in.
It’s nearly time for the crews to come back from the day on the boat, and I asked Stephanie to send Sloan up to me, who doesn’t know why.
But I need to know.
Once and for all.
If I’m going to do this, allow myself to get invested, and step up to the challenge Hunter has set, I need to be sure of it.
Although I’m not even sure I’d let her go if she proved me wrong.
It’s bordering on obsession. I had a taste, the best freaking kiss I’ve ever had, and now, now I can’t stop thinking about her.
I was a coward and froze.
I saw it in her eyes. I didn’t do myself any favors with how I acted after the kiss. But it was just too much. I was overwhelmed, short-circuiting.
Not anymore.
I’ve had time to think.
Time to obsess.
I want her, need her. And if I don’t act now because of my hang-ups, I will miss my opportunity and can watch Hunter or Nash flaunt her in front of me for the rest of my life. Which can’t happen. So, I have to find out.
“Come in,” I tell her after letting her stew a little longer, and she comes in quickly.
Looking so damn beautiful, a little tinge of red on her cheeks, her breaths come quickly. She’s nervous.
“You… wanted to see me?” she asks, unsure, and I see her hands tremble slightly before she forms them into fists by her side.
“Yes, I have your paycheck ready here for you,” I tell her, grabbing the check from my desk and reaching out to her.
She comes a step closer, takes the check from me, and looks at it. “That’s… very generous. I didn’t think I would make this much.” She looks at me with a frown.
Well, that’s not the part I was wondering about, but it already gives me a clue.
“That’s the same amount William gets for his work here with us,” I state.
Which is true.
“Okay, then, thank you, I guess,” she mumbles, giving me a small smile. “Now I’m finally able to get my heater and out of your hair.”
Oh, you’re not going anywhere if I have any say in it.
“I have a proposition for you,” I tell her, standing a little straighter.
She looks at me critically. “And that would be?”
Good, be critical of me.
“I’ll write another zero behind that amount.”
Her eyes go wide. “Wh-why would you do that?” she stutters.
“Because you need it. I could take all your problems away. Just. Like. That.” I snap my fingers after every word.
“I don’t understand.” She frowns at me, taking a step back. “Why would you—”
“Get on your knees and suck my cock,” I command, taking a step closer to her. “Make me come in your mouth and swallow every last drop like a good girl, and I’ll give you the money you deserve.”
Shock is written on her face before her confusion turns into anger, white-hot anger, and it feels like a rock lifts from my chest.
Yes!
“What did you just say?” she hisses out, her eyes spewing fire.
But I have to make sure.
I need to be one hundred percent sure.
“Hunter told me you’re falling for me, shouldn’t be a problem to suck me off when you want to fuck me anyway.” I shrug, acting nonchalant.
“You thundercunt,” she exclaims, bringing me off-kilter with the nickname that only Saylor ever used.
But her ripping her paycheck in two and shoving it into my chest brings my thoughts right back to the present.
Angry tears start to form in her eyes as she yells at me, “Keep your dirty fucking money, I don’t want any of it.
I’d rather freeze to death.” Her lips quiver, and fuck, do I want to kiss those pretty lips and sink my cock inside her as far as she can take me. “I quit.”
She turns to leave, heading to the door when I come up to her, pressing her against the glass wall beside it.
“Right answer,” I whisper in her ear before kissing the spot beneath it.
I just proved myself wrong. She’s not a gold digger. She’s not after our money, or she would have taken this offer on a gold platter. She would have never ripped that check.
I need her, and I’m not going to question it any longer.
“What the fuck are you talking about?” She’s still fuming, pressed against the glass. “Let me go.”
I feel like I’m floating, so damn relieved that I can allow myself to feel this way about her. There is so much I still have to figure out, but she’s not lying to me.
She’s real.
“Not yet,” I whisper before I reach forward and open the buttons on those ridiculous overalls. “Good girls deserve a reward, don’t you think?”
“North,” she hisses out sharply, fire in her tone, and I love hearing my name on her lips like that.
“What, what do you need, Blue?” I murmur, my hands gliding down her sides.
She turns and pushes me off her with more strength than I thought she possessed, but I step back easily. “I want you to get off me.”
Fuck, did I push her too far?
I love our push and pull, but I don’t want to scare her.
I step closer again, setting my horny thoughts to the side for a second. “I needed to know if you were honest with me, with us, before I could take the next step with you.”
“What next step?” She huffs bitterly. “Ever thought maybe I don’t want to take the next step with you?”
Oh, sweet Blue.
“No, I haven’t. Because you do,” I tell her, taking a step closer again.
“I’m going to scratch and bite, North,” she warns, eyes still fixed on me, a glare shooting my way, but her chest is rising and falling. She’s panting, and since the top of her overalls are down, I can see her peaked nipples through the white material of her top.
She fucking wants me just as bad.
“Are you going to crawl and beg too?” I murmur, my hand reaching out to grab the side of her neck, my thumb stroking over her bottom lip.
Her breaths are quick. She’s horny, completely turned on by my words.
“I can see what I do to you, Blue. You can’t deny it.
You affect me just as much. Feel what you’re doing to me,” I tell her, reaching out with my other hand to grip hers and guide it to my crotch.
Her eyes go wide, and my cock twitches as her fingers touch me over my dress pants.
I whisper in her ear, stroking her cheek, “Let me give you just as good of a feeling you just gave me. Please.”
I watch as the anger turns to a simmer in her eyes as the last word leaves my lips. She hesitates a moment. The only sound in the office is our mingled breathing, but instead of answering, she pulls me to her by my shirt, fusing our lips together.
Fuck, our kiss has been playing on a loop in my thoughts since it happened, but the memory just doesn’t compare.
Even the strokes of her tongue against mine have my body turning hot with need.
My palms brush up against her ribcage as they travel up her body, sliding to her nipples and circling them over the material.
She moans into my mouth, and I break the kiss to turn her around and press her against the glass again, much gentler this time.
Grabbing her hips, pulling her back slightly so she arches her back, I push my foot between hers and nudge her right foot to the side, spreading her legs wide. My longing for this woman is unreal. Never before have I refused myself what I’ve wanted this long.
Normally, I take what I want.
I lean in, kissing the spot where her neck meets her shoulder, making her squirm. Teasing her, I repeat the same movements on the other side of her neck. Her hands come up to brace herself against the glass, and the little gasp she lets out makes my cock pulse.
Later.
Later, when I get her in my bed, I’m going to sink balls deep into her and finally let myself take what I need.
But now, I need to hear her come for me. Listening to her and Hunter nearly killed me.
I need her to moan just for me.
My hands glide down her body, but I can’t get anywhere because of this… thing.
I need to get this monstrosity off her.
I make quick work of her overalls, pulling them down with such ferocity it makes her chuckle. “What happened to me crawling and begging?” she asks huskily.
“Oh, trust me, Blue. You’re going to beg so hard for me to fuck you, all while being on your knees for me.
But right now…” I tell her, my fingers finding the waistband of her panties and pulling them down her beautifully toned legs.
“Right now, I need to give you your reward.” My palms wander up the inside of her thighs.
She’s soft. So soft. When my hand finds her cunt, she sighs before my finger brushes against her clit, making her shudder.
“Be a good girl and keep quiet,” I command, starting to circle it with my thumb.
“I don’t want anyone else to hear the moans I’ve earned.
” My lips are just beside her ear, and I see how her eyes flutter open.
We both watch through the glass as the door opens, and some of the crew returns to the yard, laughing.
“North,” she whimpers out.
Her fire drove me wild just moments ago. Now, her pleading tone leaves my head blank, and I’m only thinking about how I need more.
More of her.
I want to taste her orgasm on my lips, feel her coming on my tongue, but I can be patient, even if I’m a starved man—starved for her.
I loathe myself for denying myself the taste of her cunt, but I want her spread out on my sheets when I taste her the first time. To be able to take my time with her.
Slipping a finger inside her, feeling how wet she is for me, I quickly follow with a second one, spreading them, stretching her. “Such a tight, perfect cunt. You’re dripping over my fingers, dirty girl.”
Sloan shudders, grabbing my forearm, and her grip is white-knuckled as she moans my name.
Fuck yes.
I want to swallow the sound.
I suck and nibble on her neck, her cunt is clenching around me, feeling so damn good, and visions of pounding her tight hole fill my thoughts.
Later… at home.
“North…” My name is a plea on her lips. “I think I—” she breathes out, reaching back to glide her fingers in my hair and pulling it with force. I stop what I’m doing, and her eyes open. She looks over her shoulder at me, confused and a little agitated, and she starts to ask, “What—”
Good. You need to know what happens when you don’t do as you’re told.
“Behave, baby,” I tell her, getting her hand out of my hair and back on the glass.
“I—” she starts, but I’m already resuming my work.
Her breathing starts to turn ragged, and a spark of fear ignites inside me.
The last thing I need is her passing out.
I turn her around so she’s leaning against the glass now, my fingers sinking back inside her, pushing in and out as I fuck her, my thumb coming up to circle her clit. She widens her stance further, allowing me better access, and I can’t help but growl in appreciation.
Good girl.
I lean in, pushing away stray strands of hair from her face as she’s panting, her hazel eyes fixed on mine. “Breathe for me,” I tell her, stroking her cheek softly while the intensity of my fingers fucking her increases. She only manages a short breath.
Not enough.
“Breathe with me,” I tell her, the pressure on her clit slightly increasing, making her gasp.
“In,” I command, pushing my fingers deep inside her, prompting her to gasp for air again. “Out,” I pull out my fingers, and she lets go of the breath.
Our breaths are now coming in sync, and I watch as the climax starts to build in her, her whole body tensing up. “North,” she whimpers out, squirming on my fingers and rocking herself against me. “Please.”
Holy Jesus.
“There’s the begging,” I whisper, leaning in to kiss her.
I draw her tongue into my mouth and suck hard on it before I break the kiss again.
“Come for me,” I command, leaning in to put our foreheads together while I pull out slowly and push back in, making her moan.
When I feel she’s close, I lean back, wanting to watch her come undone.
Every fantasy I’ve had about this moment fails in comparison to the view of her. Her cheeks are flushed, there’s a sheen of sweat on her forehead, and she’s biting her luscious lips, eyes pressed shut. Her body is tensing up, and her cunt is squeezing my fingers as she rocks her hips, coming hard.
Fuck. I have to breathe not to just come in my pants like a schoolboy.
“You’re going to be wonderfully obedient,” I murmur, playing with the wetness between her thighs while she pants, coming down from her high.
Unable to resist, I bring my glistening fingers to my mouth and lick them, eliciting a groan from me when her taste hits me.
“I wouldn’t count on it,” Sloan pants out, and I lean in once more.
My still wet fingers brush over her cheek before they press hard into her jaw, jerking her head to look up at me.
“You want to repeat that?” She smiles, fire in her eyes.
Even still dripping for me from the orgasm I just gave her, she finds a way to crawl under my skin.
“You’re going to regret that,” I promise, a mischievous smile playing on my lips.
I lean in and capture her lips in a tender kiss. After a lingering moment, I release her jaw and step back, leaving her wanting more. Sloan bites her lip, attempting to hide her smile, and all I want is to wipe the sassy smile from her mouth by filling it with my cock.
The thought makes me even harder. I’d love to have her behave for me, but her pushing back a little is the thing that got me obsessed with her in the first place.
Now that I’ve had a taste of her, it’ll never be enough.
I want to make her come every fucking day, writhing beneath me, begging for me.
“Now what?” she asks, still standing there only half-dressed.
I pull her to me by her throat and kiss her softly. “Now you’re going to pull on your clothes, and I’m going to drive you home.”
I would rather fuck her properly, sink my cock deep, but I can already see Stephanie making her way up the stairs. The first time I fuck Sloan, I don’t want her pressed against the glass of my office while my secretary stands on the other side of the door.
Although I’m going to keep that idea in mind for another time.
Sloan pouts at me, nothing left from her threats of just moments ago.
I lean in to whisper, “When I finally bury my cock inside you, it will be somewhere I can make you scream my name, preferably my bed.” Her breath hitches, and I grip her chin, kissing her slightly open lips.
“Did you like your reward, Blue?” She nods as far as my grip on her allows her to. “Pleasure doing business with you.”