12. Debt Service Fund
Debt Service Fund
Wyatt
Sara stands in front of me on the elevator up to our office. We aren’t the only ones heading into work. Her citrus scent makes me hard. I should have bent her over the counter and fucked her after the shower, but I was respecting her boundaries.
Not that she has many and can’t easily be led astray.
In a few minutes, I can lock her in my office and make her come before I have her suck my cock. Of course, we’ll have to be quiet since Tom is back and I don’t want to risk him going ballistic on me at work.
Though it would give me the option of punching him again. Which would be nice, but I have plans for that too. Besides, we can’t fully be out with our relationship with Sara because she’s our intern. And she needs this internship to graduate.
Sara shifts back against me. Her fingers graze my bulge, which rests against her ass. I hold back the growl that wouldn’t be workplace appropriate. I’m just glad she chose to wear a dress today because I would have ruined any pants that were in my way.
We haven’t really talked about how we’re going to act at work. It would probably look bad if we kiss our intern in front of our employees. But fuck, the last time Sara was in this office, I bent her over my desk and fucked her so hard she had bruises on her hips.
The elevator comes to a merciful stop and I walk out with Sara in front of me. Finn breaks off to talk to the receptionist and Dante heads toward the associates to catch up. As Sara turns for our offices, I take her elbow and steer her toward mine.
Once we’re inside. I lock the door. Sara backs away from me slowly.
“Why’d you lock the door, Cap?” She arches an eyebrow and gives me a playful smile.
I fucking hate that nickname. But it also means that she’s looking to play.
“I need to get some work done, trouble.” I stalk her while undoing my belt and lowering my zipper. “You created a problem that I need you to fix.”
She wets her lips as she looks down at the bulge of my cock in my boxers. “I missed work and have a lot that needs to get done.”
“You do.” I close in on her and grab her neck, backing her up until she’s against my desk. “Lift your skirt.”
She smirks, but glances at the door. Slowly she lifts her skirt, revealing her thong. I step back to admire her.
“Up on the desk, hold your skirt up and spread your legs.” I touch my lips as she does as I ask.
“Like this?” She drags her panties to the side and slides her fingers over her glistening pussy. She lets out a little moan.
I shake my head and free my cock from my pants. Such a naughty fucking girl. Closing the distance between us, I stare down at her fingers slipping over her clit. “You going to make yourself come, trouble?”
Her green eyes have darkened when she meets mine. “Maybe.”
I grab her wrists and lift her fingers to my mouth. “That’s my pussy.”
I suck the taste of her off her fingers before holding her hands behind her back.
“You didn’t have permission to touch it.” My cock brushes against the heat of her. Fuck, I need to fuck her.
She sucks in a breath and her words whisper across my face. “It’s not your pussy, Cap.”
I thrust into her in one stroke. “Feels like my pussy.”
She bites down on my shoulder to keep from crying out as her pussy convulses around me. I stay buried deep inside her as her breathing slows a little. When I pull all the way out, she whimpers.
I drag her off my desk using her wrists. Turning her around, I clasp her wrists in one hand behind her back and lift her skirt with the other. When I grab her panties and slide them over her hips, Sara tugs at her wrists.
I slap the insides of her thighs until she spreads them open. Her breathing is chaotic.
“Bend over, trouble,” I say in a low voice.
She does as I ask, baring herself to me.
I thrust in hard. Her pussy quivers around me. “No sound, trouble, or I’ll come in your cunt and leave you dripping down your legs all day.”
“Yes, sir.”
I hold her hip and use her hands to rock her on my cock, making her take me deep and hard. Little grunts and whimpers are all she releases, which for Sara is actually impressive.
“Come, trouble. I know you want to come all over my cock so you can clean it up for me.”
She tries to suppress her moan as her release takes her under. I hold still, trying not to let her perfect cunt drag me after her. When all that’s left are tiny aftershocks, I pull out of her and turn her around.
“On your knees.”
She drops to her knees and takes me into her mouth, deep into her throat, pushing past her gag reflex. Her green eyes lift to mine, lust and longing shine in them. Her hair is in a bun. But I’m reluctant to fuck it up this early in the day.
I grab the back of her neck and fuck into her mouth as she sucks and licks until I can’t take any more. My cum hits the back of her throat as she swallows around me. I bite back my groan as pleasure quakes up my spine.
After I slide my cock out of her mouth, I drop to my knees with her. Capturing her lips, I taste both of us as my fingers find her wet pussy. I thrust three fingers in deep and stroke her clit with my thumb until she’s trembling in my arms and crying out her release into my mouth.
Slowing my strokes, I rest my forehead against hers. “Maybe we should have just fucked in the shower and been a little late to work.”
She chuckles and drags in a deep breath. Her smile is gorgeous. “Maybe.”
When I stand, I offer her a hand to help her up. After we both right our clothes, I hand her a wipe from my desk. I put them in there after the first time we had sex in the office because I knew it wouldn’t be the last.
Sara will always tempt me. And I don’t know how I ever resisted her.
She fixes her makeup while I log in to the system and get to work for the day. When she closes her purse after putting her lipstick away, she clears her throat. I look up and she smiles at me expectantly.
“Where do you want me, sir?”
I shake my head, but help her set up a workstation of her own in my office.
Dante
Passing things back to Tom shouldn’t feel like a chore, but I still want to punch the guy every time I see his face. It’s probably a good thing Natasha is working in his office or I might give in one of these times and just deck him.
He doesn’t say much and we keep our discussions work based.
I’ve already sent the pictures Sara took of my uncle to Sebastian Cross to find out who the woman is. I know Sunday’s dinner isn’t optional and my uncle would cut off my mother somehow to punish me if I didn’t show up. But I want to be armed walking into that house again.
“We need to have a meeting in the conference room.” Wyatt stands in my open doorway. “Everyone.”
I grab a tablet to take notes. No idea what this is about.
Finn and Sara are already in the conference room when I arrive. I take the other seat next to Sara.
She leans her head against my shoulder for a second before remembering where we are and straightening.
I’d fucking kiss her if she weren’t our intern.
It’s complicated and messy but this part is only temporary.
Her internship runs out at the end of summer, but I’ll have Sara for the rest of my life.
A small price to pay now to ensure our future together.
Tom and Natasha come in and take seats.
“Do you know what this is about?” Tom asks.
Finn shakes his head. “Where’s Wyatt?”
Sara glances at the door and smiles. “With my boyfriend.”
Drew and Wyatt walk toward the conference room. Their heads practically together. When Drew steps in, he looks at the empty seats. He takes one at the end and Wyatt sits at the other end after closing the door.
“The FBI has taken Peter into custody.” Wyatt links his hands on the conference table. “They’ve taken in quite a few of his known associates. We do know Alexander Petrov is not being charged yet. They haven’t found enough to bring him in.”
Tom takes Natasha’s hand. Her diamond ring sparkles in the light.
It would be so easy to take Sara’s offer.
To make her my wife. But not without talking it through with the others.
I don’t know if she actually thought that offer through, but it might be one of the only ways to get my uncle to back off forever.
The problem is that the Morrises aren’t someone my uncle needs to collect. I’m his prized cow and can’t be sold to the lowest bidder. I’m sure he’s found someone at this point or he wouldn’t have requested my presence at dinner.
Usually he just emails or texts his requests for dates. But dinner means he wants me to meet someone and be on my best behavior.
“Alexander is already making moves to take over the organization.” Wyatt runs a hand through his hair. “He’s the heir apparent even though he’s not married to Natasha.”
“My father has secrets only Alexander knows.” Natasha leans forward and looks at everyone. “He won’t need me to take over the line. It just legitimizes his claim. Maybe we can talk to him—”
“No,” Tom says. “I’m not letting that man anywhere near you or our baby.”
“Tom.” Natasha touches Tom’s jaw and waits for his quick temper to dissipate.
He leans into her hand.
“We can’t live like this forever,” Natasha says.
“It’s not fair to us and not fair to your loved ones.
If we talk to Alexander, we may be able to negotiate some terms. A condition he’ll abide by.
If my father’s taught me anything, it’s to stand by your word.
If we can come to an agreement, Alexander will stand by it. ”
“Do you think it will work?” I ask.
Natasha lifts her gaze to me. “It’s better than waiting until he tries to kill Tom and take me.”
“Alexander is a member of my club.” Drew leans forward. “I can offer a neutral place to meet for the negotiation.”
“We would need a room that’s not recorded.” Natasha lifts her eyebrow. “If he thinks we’re trying to trap him, he’ll act rashly. Someone could get hurt.”
“So do we tell the Feds what we’re doing?” Finn asks.
“Absolutely not.” Natasha looks at Finn who holds his hands up in surrender. “If you get the Feds involved, they’ll always double-cross you.”
“But you and Tom—” Drew starts.
“We knew the risks. Turning in my father wasn’t an easy decision.” Natasha rubs her hand over her flat stomach. “But it had to be done to protect us. This is to protect us too, but we need Alexander on our side. If he even smells something fishy, he’ll turn the tables on us.”
Sara slips her hand into mine under the table. I thread our fingers together. This is the biggest threat coming for us. The crosshairs are on Tom and Natasha, but that doesn’t mean Alexander won’t take a page from Peter’s book and come after Tom’s family.
“We need to get this done before Bitsy gets back.” I look around the table. “They used Sara because she was accessible. We can’t put Bitsy or Caitlyn at risk.”
Everyone at this table is in agreement about that part.
“I’ll reach out to him and let him know you want to meet.” Drew stands and gets his phone out. “Princess, you want to walk me to the door?”
Sara stands and follows him out.
“That guy?” Tom asks. “Really?”
Finn doesn’t say a word, but he and I rise and walk out of the meeting, leaving the door open.
“Respect your sister’s decisions, Tom.” Wyatt’s voice is strong. “All of them. You need to be on board with this when Bitsy and Roger come back. It’s already going to be a mess because you two eloped.”
I don’t hear what Tom says as I return to my office and get to work. No one is looking forward to telling Sara’s mother about any of this.