Chapter 34
Chapter Thirty-Four
Seraphine
I have been not-so-patiently waiting for Elliot’s next video meeting.
He hasn’t had one since we started this little…
well, whatever it is we’re doing. When I saw it on his schedule last week, the idea came to me immediately.
Sitting at the chair in front of his desk, I pretend to busy myself with things as he gets on the call.
Once he’s speaking to them, enthralled in what he’s doing, I get up and flick the lock on the door.
When I turn, I press my back to it and find Elliot’s eyes on mine, already heated and full of need.
I move around the side of his desk that’s out of view of the camera and sit on the edge.
Because I knew of this meeting ahead of time, I made sure to dress appropriately in a loose-fitting skirt that I can easily lift up.
I do that, tucking the fabric of it into my mouth, and raising a brow at him.
His gaze dips between my legs, swallowing hard.
“Yes, that’s right,” he says, face turned toward the camera but eyes on me.
He has earbuds in, so I don’t know what the other men or women are saying.
I lift my leg and plant my foot flat on the desk, careful not to disturb anything.
His hands clench the sides of the desk chair, reminding me of how he did the exact same thing the other night.
The control he has is mind blowing, and so sexy.
I could never hold out that long and control my body the way he does.
I nearly fall into tears when he won’t let me come for minutes, never mind the way I stretch it out with him.
I don’t mind begging him for it, but the way he begs me? God, there aren’t words…
I wore a white thong today, cotton not lace. He’s always making comments about me being so innocent, so I thought I would go with that theme today. His look doesn’t disappoint.
“The time frame needs to be pushed,” he says, glancing back at the computer screen. “If your client wants extra work we need more time. That’s common sense.”
His usual annoyed tone is heightened, no doubt worked up by what I’m doing. Internally, I am screaming with joy.
The thick outline of his dick runs down the inside of his leg, the grey slacks already tight to begin with. With an idea in mind, not sure how he’ll take it but knowing he’ll let me try, I lift the foot that’s still planted on the floor and press the ball of my foot—shoe on—to his dick.
He lets out a groan that he quickly disguises as a cough. I cover my smile with my hand.
I press harder, careful not to stab him with the heel of my shoe. I’m sure some men are into that, but it’s not quite the vibe I’m going for. Unless of course he wants me to do that, then I gladly will. I’ll try anything once for Elliot Caldwell.
Shifting on the seat, he leans back giving me more room to put pressure on his dick. He’s so hard, so big, that when it throbs, I feel it against my foot. This man drives me absolutely insane with his body and his need for me.
His gaze goes back to me, jaw set in frustration. I slip my panties aside and drag my finger up my slit and press down on my clit.
A growl sounds low in his chest, and I circle my clit, nice and slow and teasing.
I’m not sure what I want the outcome to be here. Do I want him to snap? To cancel mid meeting because he needs to fuck me? Finish the meeting then fuck me? Put them on hold to fuck me? All options are wonderful. I’ll take any of them.
“No, that isn’t going to work for us. I don’t care what was said to you. It will not work.”
I’m aching for him to touch me now. To slide his cock deep inside me.
Drop to his knees and suck on my clit so I can come all over his mouth.
Sitting here, watching him be all growly with work while hard as a rock and wanting so badly to touch me…
I’m so close already. And when his gaze flicks back to me, I take the opportunity to tell him so. I mouth the words, “I’m going to come.”
“No,” he grounds out. Blinking, he turns back to the screen. “Sorry. Yes, that’s correct. No, I was mistaken.”
I remove my foot from him, putting it back on the floor to steady myself and spread my legs wider for him to see. I feel myself dripping onto his desk. I’ve never gotten so wet like this before, but something about him has me soaked all the time.
“Yes, that’s correct. No. I’ll check on that. Okay, great. Yep, you too.”
He snaps the computer shut, causing me to jump. Tearing the ear buds from his ears, he gets up and settles his body between my legs, gripping my jaw.
“You are so fucking sexy,” he growls before devouring my mouth.
I wrap my legs around him, gripping at his shirt, needing him to get it off so I can feel him.
He doesn’t even bother. He undoes his pants quickly and then he’s sliding into me. My moans are captured by his mouth, thankfully muffling them or else everyone in the office would hear me.
He fucks me hard and fast, the desk scraping against the floor. I feel an orgasm just on the cusp. I’ve never come like this before, with just penetration and no stimulation to my clit, but I am so here for it.
“Oh my God,” I mutter, rocking against him, chasing the orgasm that I so desperately need. “I’m going to come. Elliot, I’m going to come.”
My body tenses, pussy pulsing around his erection as my head falls back. He groans deeply against my neck, his dick throbbing and filling me up.
It’s only minutes later when my head is clear and I’m breathing normally that I realize we didn’t use a condom—again.
After that first time, we made sure to use them because it’s a bad idea not to.
Yet… here we are again. I freeze, body tense all over again but this time for a whole different reason.
“Shit,” he mutters, as if he’s just realized the same thing. “Shit, I’m sorry.”
He pulls back enough to look at me but is still inside me. Even though he’s softening, he’s pressed so hard against me he isn’t leaving any time.
“Are you on—”
“No,” I blurt out. “No, I’m not.”
I never actually told him this last time, which is why I was adamant about using condoms after that first time.
I didn’t want him to think I was tricking him or something.
Had he asked me that night I wanted to feel him bare, I’d have told him the truth, and I bet he still would have done it.
After panicking until I got my period, I swore I would make sure we used condoms from now on and we’ve been good…
“Okay. It’s okay. We can handle this.”
“Shit,” I curse, then groan.
Elliot hugs me. “You’re shaking,” he says softly.
“I’m terrified, Elliot.”
Will I be so lucky a second time?
“It’s okay,” he says sternly. “Everything will be fine. We can go to the pharmacy to get you a morning after pill.”
I just sigh, resting my head against his shoulder. How could I be so careless?
“How are you feeling?” Elliot asks once we’re seated at a table.
He suggested we go out to eat tonight since I’ve been off all day after the whole unprotected sex debacle.
“Just stressed out,” I say.
“What is it specifically that is bothering you?” he asks, reaching for his water.
“Just that we could be so careless.”
He nods understandingly. “Well, it’s taken care of now, and we will be more careful in the future.” He pauses. “I am sorry, though. I should have thought before acting.”
“It’s not just your fault, Elliot. I didn’t stop you either.”
“Still, it’s mine so I should make sure it’s wrapped up.” He smirks, and I know he’s being silly. I can’t help but smile.
We enjoy dinner together. It’s nice and I’m glad he suggested it because it’s helped take my mind off of earlier. When we’re finished eating, we stay to have another glass of wine.
“Excuse me while I use the restroom,” he says, halfway through his glass.
He gets up but before walking away, he stops by my chair, grips my chin and leans down to kiss me.
It’s gentle but firm, his lips soft and tasting of the wine.
It feels as if it goes on forever, so many unspoken words shared in just this kiss.
Everything will be okay.
We will figure this out.
At least, that’s how it feels until he’s ripped away from me—literally.
“What the fuck!”
I blink, confused about what just happened. It takes a few seconds for my brain to catch up with what my eyes are seeing. Elliot is a few feet away, frowning deeply, and standing way too close to me is Harrison.
Oh no.
Oh no, no, no.
“Harrison,” I say, getting to my feet. My whole body is already trembling.
“You shut your mouth,” he snaps at me.
“Do not talk to her that way,” Elliot says, moving toward us.
My eyes flick from him to Harrison to everyone in the restaurant who is staring at us…
“I’m sorry, but I need to ask you all to leave,” someone says. “Now.”
I look past Elliot to see a man who could be the manager. Likely is.
“I can’t fucking believe you,” Harrison says, shaking his head. “How dare you take advantage of her.”
“He wasn’t!” I say, stepping up to Harrison. “He didn’t.”
“Out now, or I will call the cops!” the man says in a harsh whisper.
“You don’t know what you’re talking about,” Harrison says to me. “Let’s go.”
He grabs my hand, but I pull it away in just enough time for Angela to step around him.
“What are you doing?” she asks him, sounding almost disgusted.
“Last chance!” the man shouts.
Angela looks at her stepfather. “And you? There wasn’t another way to go about this?” She scoffs, turning to Harrison and grabbing his arm. “Let’s go.”
His eyes are on me, but I step away from him and move closer to Elliot.
Harrison scowls at me, disappointment on his face. Angela finally gets him moving. Before we leave, Elliot pulls out some bills from his wallet and drops them onto the table.
“My apologies,” he says to the man, and hands him a business card. “Please reach out to me about any damages.”
He puts his hand on my lower back and ushers me toward the front door.
Each step is shakier than the last as I imagine Harrison out here, waiting for us.
This is exactly what I didn’t want to happen.
I’m sure even if Harrison had been told and not seen it, his reaction would have been very similar.
I can see how walking in on it would be a shock.
We get outside, the chilly air caressing my skin. Thankfully there is no Harrison out here to come charging at us, and I’m grateful Angela was able to get him under control.
How dare he make a scene about me being out with someone while he’s here with her?
He’s making a fuss about getting back with me, all the while he’s been with Angela?
Did that ever stop? Knowing what I know about Harrison, probably not.
He’s probably kept her on the back burner, waiting to see how things would go with me. What a pig.
The valet goes to retrieve Elliot’s car once he’s handed the ticket, and as we stand there waiting for it, Angela’s words pop back into my head.
“There wasn’t another way to go about this?”
What did she mean? She was talking to Elliot when she said it. It hits me like a bucket of ice water over my head. I tug my hand from Elliot’s and stepped away.
“You knew.”
“Knew what?” he asks, frowning.
“You knew he would be here.”
“I did not know he would be here,” he says firmly, and I want to believe him. Really, I do. There hasn’t been a moment I didn’t trust what he said, but now… it’s different. Something about all of this is different.
“But what Angela said. She asked if there was a different way for you to handle that. You knew he was coming and you set this up.”
“No, Seraphine, I did not.”
“Then what did she mean?” I demand.
“Sir, your car.” The valet hands Elliot the keys and he takes them.
“Come on. We can talk about this in the car.” He puts his hand on my arm, but I jerk out of his grip.
“No. Tell me what she meant, Elliot.”
He holds my gaze before sighing heavily. He runs his hand through his hair, looking off before bringing his gaze back to me.
“I didn’t know they were coming here, but I saw him walk in.”
I suck in a breath, taking another step back.
“And you saw the perfect opportunity to out us even though I told you I wasn’t ready.”
“I told you that he will not be a problem, Seraphine. I made sure of it. He’s well aware he’ll lose everything if he so much as calls you.”
“So, you’re bribing him too?”
“Well, this is more blackmail.”
“Same thing!” I shout.
The last thing I want to do is make a scene outside of this restaurant after making one inside. I do not want all this attention on me.
“Just… let’s get in the car and go home, okay?”
“No,” I scoff, the words barely coming out as a lump forms in my throat. “No, I’m not going anywhere with you.”
I storm away, my heels clicking on the pavement. Elliot follows.
“Seraphine, please don’t do this. Let’s just talk about this.”
“No, Elliot. There’s no point in talking to you. You do what you want despite anyone else’s feelings.”
“That’s not fair,” he says, picking up his pace to keep up with me.
“What’s not fair is what you did to me tonight!” I stop, turning toward him. “I want to go home, and I want to go home without you. So please, just leave me alone.”
I fight off tears, refusing to break down in front of him. I pull out my phone and open the Uber app.
“Let me give you a ride then.”
“Absolutely not,” I say with a humorless laugh. “I don’t even want to be next to you right now.” When the Uber is ordered, I hold up my phone to show him. “I have a ride.”
He sighs, outstretching a hand to reach me. “Seraphine, please—”
“No, Elliot!” I step away from him, and he holds his hands up in surrender.
“Fine, but I’m waiting here until you’re picked up. And I’m calling the complex to ensure you arrive.”
“Whatever,” I mumble, hugging myself and looking out at the street and all the cars driving by. Hopefully the Uber won’t take long. I can’t stand being next to him right now.
As we fall into silence, the emotions get the better of me. Tears form in my eyes; my chest gets tight. Thankfully, before it all spills over, the Uber shows up and I hurry to the car and get in.
“Evening, Miss,” the driver says cheerily.
From the corner of my eye, I see Elliot still standing there, watching me with a look as if I did something to hurt him.
“Hi,” I croak, and then we take off.