Chapter 5
PENNY
The next few days are a haze of lust and food. Greyson allows me to go back to work but hardly gives me anything to do other than work on a plan to train my replacement, which he’s yet to find.
The rest of the guys seem clueless as to what’s going on, and I wonder if Greyson is ashamed of what’s happened between us.
I don’t blame him if he is.
A text pings from Greyson. He’s been sending at least a dozen each day, asking how I’m feeling and if I need a break.
Greyson: my office
Relieved that he might actually have work for me, I go to his office, finding the man who drove with us to the wedding seated inside and Axel standing in the corner.
Just seeing Greyson behind his desk, his dark hair falling in front of his eyes, fills me with a longing I’ve only ever felt for him.
It’s not enough that he’s more handsome than any man has a right to be. He has to be a sex god too, with a wicked tongue and a cock that makes me ache.
Greyson smiles up at me, and an urgent pulse livens between my thighs. My cheeks flush with heat, and for one terrifying moment, I worry everyone can see right through me, to the kernel of lust that’s now burning in my loins.
Looking down, I press my eyes closed, willing the icy veneer I’ve mastered front and center.
Be the grump, Penny. It’s what they expect from you.
“Is there something you need?” I huff, crossing my arms over my chest.
“Penny, this is Randy.” Greyson gestures to the man across the desk from him.
“Hello, again,” I deadpan.
“He wants to head a new meat subscription service we’re considering, but before we commit, we need to do some research.” He hands me a notebook. “Can you call up our current clients and ask them those questions to get a feel for if it’s something they’d want?”
“Certainly.”
As I’m about to leave, Greyson says, “Stay for just a minute.”
I wait while he dismisses the other two, closing the door behind them.
“What did you—”
In a flash, he has me pinned against the door, his mouth pressed to mine, his hands up my shirt, tearing down my bra.
“Grey…” I gasp against his mouth.
“See what you do to me, Penny?” he growls, his fingers closing around one aching nipple.
I cry out, arching my back.
“Fuck, I can’t take how horny you are,” he growls, ripping open my flannel and bringing his greedy mouth to my stiff buds.
It’s like my nipples have a direct line to my clit, and it isn’t long before I’m whimpering my release.
When he pulls away, I see his hand riding his cock, which makes me curious.
“Can I try?” I ask.
His brow lifts. “You wanna jerk me off?”
I lick my lips. “Maybe more than jerk…”
“Fuck me…” he grinds, his eyes flickering with conflict.
I don’t wait for permission.
Shoving his hand away, I go to my knees and grab his thick base. He hisses, grumbling something under his breath that makes me giggle.
“You’re going to have to teach me how to do this, Mr. Prosper,” I say teasingly.
“Look at me.” He places two fingers under my chin and directs my face up. “Lick the tip, Ms. Green.”
I flick my tongue across the slit, tasting the pearl of pre-cum at the tip.
“Is that all, Mr. Prosper?” I ask.
“No, Ms. Green. Suck the head,” he commands. “Like it’s a lollipop.”
I obey, though his head is so big I practically choke on it. Not that Greyson seems to notice. He’s too busy panting and groaning.
“Use your hand too,” he instructs.
Ever so carefully, I bob up and down his massive cock, using my hand to jerk what I can’t reach.
“Fuck…” he growls, grabbing my hair and pushing me down his length.
I love that he’s so turned on by me. That he gets so much pleasure from something I genuinely enjoy doing.
“I’m close…” he chokes out.
I double my efforts, moving faster and harder, but he stops me, pulling me away.
“What’s wrong, Mr. Prosper?” I ask innocuously.
“You’ve been a very bad girl, Ms. Green.” He takes his cock and starts jerking up and down its length.
“And what are you going to do about it?”
“Grab your tits.”
I obey, gathering my breasts and pressing them together. A moment later, he brings the tip to my cleavage and explodes.
That he would do something so base is shocking, but I can’t say I’m at all turned off by it, and once the last drop of his cum is released, I can’t help but rub his sticky seed into my flesh.
“Holy hell, Penny,” Greyson growls. “If you keep on going like that, I’m going to have to bend you over my desk.”
I take two fingers, dip them in his cum, and make a show of licking it off.
He forces himself to look away as he tucks his cock back in his pants.
I get up from my knees and ask, “Do you have something I can clean up with?”
He opens the drawer to his desk, pauses, then slams it shut and comes back around his desk.
“You are going to wear my seed all day, Ms. Green,” he says, pulling my sports bra over my breasts.
“But that’s filthy, Mr. Prosper.”
He buttons my flannel shirt back up, opens the door, and gestures for me to leave.
“One more thing,” he says as I head from the barn.
“Yeah?”
“Next Wednesday, there’s a family dinner you’re expected to be at.”
“I don’t know—”
“You don’t have a choice, Ms. Green.”