6. Foster
FOSTER
The last day in the office of the year, I’m tying up loose ends in my inbox. When Sutton knocks on my door, my body tightens from the restraint I need to hold in, but one look at her in a black dress with a side zipper and the air in my office shifts.
We haven’t crossed paths since I left her at her place after our wild backseat rendezvous. That memory has taken up permanent residence in my mind—and, if I’m honest, my body hasn’t let me forget her for a single day.
Most people would expect our next meeting to be awkward. But there’s an easy understanding between us—no tension, no uncertainty. We both know exactly what this is.
Out-of-office, obvious attraction, a void needing to be filled.
What sets Sutton apart is her unwavering confidence. She never gets flustered or awkward, and being around her feels like a breath of fresh air.
“Here I was thinking you were avoiding me and I would get a notification at any moment that our meeting is rescheduled,” I joke.
She raises her brows at me and quickly sets her laptop down on her side of my desk, her every move straining my sight along. “Don’t flatter yourself. I’m going to quickly grab coffee down the hall if that’s okay. Want one?”
Clearly, we have brushed aside last week’s events. That’s the way it should be.
“Yeah, sorry. My assistant is away on vacation, so we need to fend for ourselves.”
“No problem. I’ll be right back.” She seems awfully chipper today.
As she exits, I notice a new email pops into my inbox and see it’s from my father.
Great seeing you on Christmas. Here are the minutes from the end-of-year Roth board meeting.
There are some great buildings entering the portfolio.
Definitely a longstanding win. Your absence was noted.
Just remember that your mother only ever wanted you to be happy.
Her ideas, her timelines. Anyway, let’s schedule a squash session at the club soon. We can grab a steak after.
Dad
I lean back, rubbing my forehead, the weight of the day and that email pressing down on me.
Buildings, billions, expectations—my father never misses a chance to slip my mother into the conversation.
He’s mastered the art of the emotional sandwich: start with affection, slip in the business, and finish with the dad I actually like.
I’m not going to be able to offer much professional insight right now. I’m too occupied in my head.
Sutton reappears, expertly balancing two coffees, her dark red lipstick looking freshly applied. “Pretty sure the office gave up on decent coffee for the year—this stuff smells like it’s given up, too.” With a flick of her stiletto, she kicks the door shut behind her.
“Most people left early for New Year’s. Hell, my brain might have as well.”
She smiles as she sets the coffees down. “I can relate. But I think we only need five minutes, so we both need to tough it out.”
She settles in with her laptop, and I circle the desk, claiming my usual perch—close enough to reach out and touch her. “I’ll stay strong for you,” I tease.
“Good, because I can’t have you give a subpar performance. I would like to get out of here on time, as my New Year’s Eve of comfy clothing and a blanket awaits.”
We’ve easily slipped into casual conversation with each other. It’s smooth and simple, right?
“I’ll try,” I dully respond. “How was your Christmas?”
“Meh, nothing crazy. Visited an aunt and my cousins. You?”
A quiet laugh escapes me. “Brunch with my dad and brother—no number of Bloody Marys could make that bearable. I was almost relieved to come back to a mountain of hellish reports.” I give my coffee cup a shake and realize it’s nearly empty.
“Wanted to make you an espresso macchiato, but now it’s minus the milk foam since the milk is gone,” she explains.
“I’ll survive.”
She drapes her arm over the back of her chair, crossing one knee over the other, eyes fixed on me as she sips her coffee. Sutton is definitely studying me.
“No offense, but you don’t seem yourself.”
“I’m not sure letting me fuck you qualifies you to know when I’m not myself.”
She licks her lips, a grin tugging at the corners. “Ouch. Moody.” She rolls with my jab, unfazed.
“Sorry. And truthfully, inside you or not, I’m already acutely aware that we have a click where you are allowed to call me out.”
Briefly, her eyes swing to the side as she nibbles her bottom lip before sweeping her gaze back to me.
“Inside me,” she mutters. “We’re bringing this into the office?
We’re two people who compartmentalize benefits and the office.
But if that isn’t the case, then I might as well lock the door and sprawl across your desk,” she challenges with a hardened stare.
I slowly grin because our banter took a turn, but we stare at each other. To hell with it, no point in dragging this out.
“No plans for New Year’s, huh?” I cluck my tongue as an idea formulates in my head.
She shakes her head once, our eyes still entrapped, and maybe she senses where this is going.
“Look, a productive meeting never had a chance of happening today. Nor do we want to be in the office; hell, nobody does. You have no plans, I have no plans, so let’s get the fuck out of here.”
Taking the cup of coffee out of her hand, I don’t even give her an opportunity to debate me.
It wouldn’t matter.
She willingly follows my lead.
I loosen my cufflinks and shirt, leaning against the wall of my living room, floor-to-ceiling windows framing Lake Michigan. Sutton glides barefoot in her flowing dress, taking in every detail, her curious glances catching on the corners of my world.
We left the office behind and came here without a second thought. Maybe it’s not just anticipation—it’s the simple fact that we like being together. A quiet New Year’s is exactly what we both need.
“Not bad,” she says as her fingers run along the side table holding a whiskey tray.
“I could offer you a drink, but late-afternoon sex in my bed is more relaxing.”
She smirks to herself, and every step my way is deliberate with her hips swaying. Her eyes are inviting and only fueling the heat between us. “Getting the full tour of the place is only fair, as I once played your tour guide.”
The distance between us disappears as I wrap my arm around her waist, pulling her close. My gaze drops to her lips, then back to her glinting brown eyes. “Who am I to deny your wish? I’m a gentleman—at least some of the time.”
With one hoist, I pick her up fireman style over my shoulder, and she squeals as I spin around straight in the direction of my bedroom down the hall, carrying her all the way until I deposit her on my bed.
Standing over her, I quickly unbutton my shirt, watching as she scoots back on the mattress, her dress bunching between her thighs.
“I believe we missed a few steps last time we did this.” My eyes drill into her as my shirt falls to the floor, and I begin to unbuckle my belt, making a sharp clack with the clasp, and a yank of the leather away from the loops.
Sutton bites her finger as she watches me with a lustful look as I slip out of my pants.
“On your knees,” I demand. She obeys and rises onto her knees in the middle of the bed.
My own knee dips into the mattress to get close to her.
“Arms up.” Her mouth’s lines are coy as she slowly raises her arms. My fingers harshly unzip the side of her dress, and she lowers her arms to shimmy the sleeves off her shoulders, revealing her dark red satin bra.
“I’m positive you broke that,” she grins.
My fingers press against her collarbone and push lightly, and her body naturally falls back. “It doesn’t matter. You won’t be needing it tonight.”
Lowering myself, I hover over her body and begin to plant soft kisses below the base of her throat, traveling down, lower, and then further still. She shivers slightly, and I peer up to study her eyes as I continue the trail that leads me right to the elastic of her panties.
“This here.” I feather my lips side to side along the cloth. “I didn’t get to taste last time.” She hums a sound in approval as her hips tilt up from instinct. “Nor did I get to use that mouth of yours.”
“We'd better remedy that,” she rasps.
My mouth skates lower, feeling the heat of her pussy and the smell of her sweetness. She’s already damp. “Do you like to suck cock, Sutton?”
“Yes.” From her own initiative, she shifts slightly to unclasp her bra and slide it off.
My eyes review her breasts, and they are fucking gorgeous globes, enough to fill my palm, and her nipples are hard and screaming to be sucked.
I lap up one stroke against her panties, from bottom to top, and she inhales a sharp breath with her back curving off the mattress. “This pussy needs my cock.”
I hook my fingers under the band and pull down the panties just enough for me to drive her clit wild by circling her with my tongue, the smell and taste of sweetness is delicious.
She moans, and I bring my palm to plant above her belly button to keep her down as I continue to lick her with reverence.
“Fuck, Foster.” Her breathing is already heavy.
Keeping her panties in place, I won't lick any more of her pussy, only her clit gets my attention to drive her wild, and I give it to her until I begin to feel her teetering on the edge, and I stop. The tip of my tongue runs a line on her inner thigh, then I kiss her softly there.
“You’ll come only on my cock this round. Let me hear you say it.”
“I’ll come only on your cock.” Her sly look returns as she scoots to sit on the edge of the bed as I back up to standing. I hook my finger under her chin to bring her gaze to mine. Her eyes are so innocent, but her ideas are so dirty.
I pinch both of her nipples as we remain in eye contact.