Chapter 24 - Avery
“Ihave a few suggestions to make regarding your launch,” he said to his client, smiling at me when I appeared in the doorway of his office.
“Can I come in?” I mouthed.
When he nodded, I stepped inside and walked over to him, being careful not to step in the camera’s view, but that didn’t mean I was above distracting Rowen. I stopped in front of his desk and pulled my shirt up.
Rowen’s jaw ticked, his eyes darkening with every passing second.
The client said something back to him, but I wasn’t paying much attention. Neither was Rowen.
“Hey, Kyle, can you give me just a moment?” He smiled at his client, but even I could see the way he was barely restraining himself, the way his neck muscles were tight, his nostrils flared with deep breaths. “I have something I need to take care of right quick before we keep going.”
He clicked a couple of buttons and rose from his seat. My feet were cemented to the floor, eyes glued to him as he stalked around his desk, his gaze never leaving mine.
The way my body responded to him before his hands ever touched me was intense, heavy. I could already feel his fingers brush my skin, his lips against mine.
My pussy was clenching, anticipating his hands, his tongue, his cock, knowing, needing what only he could give me.
I’d forgiven but not forgotten his actions from the other day, but he made it easier with the way he’d been taking care of me, constantly giving me gifts and snacks and insisting on a massage every couple of hours.
The way he worshiped my body, took his time making sure I was so warmed up by his gentle touches… I was begging for his roughness.
I knew he was sorry, knew he was trying to be better for me, even if it went against every instinct he had, even if it meant loving me a little more gently than he wanted.
“I am in a very important meeting, Ms. Wilcox,” Rowen said with a playfully stern voice.
It sent shivers down my spine.
“I’m so sorry, Mr. Thompson.” I giggled. “I didn’t mean to interrupt you.” My teeth tugged at my bottom lip as I batted my eyes innocently. “I just couldn’t stop thinking about you.”
His eyes flashed with something deviant, and I swallowed hard.
“You need to be taught a lesson, kitten,” he murmured, now close enough to me that I had to look up at him. “Don’t you agree?”
When I opened my mouth, nothing came out, so I just nodded.
“Bend over,” he ordered. “Hands on the desk.”
I did as he asked, placing my palms on the edge of his desk, the position pushing my ass out. He groaned when I slowly swayed my hips to tease him.
He stood behind me, his hands finding their way to my hips. He forced my movements, making me grind my ass against his hard cock, so hard, I was surprised it wasn’t tearing through his clothes.
“I’ll spank you as a punishment,” he stated plainly, and my cheeks instantly heated.
His fingers slipped below the waistband of my shorts, pulling them over my ass and down my legs, abandoning them at my knees.
“Fuck.” My heart raced at his reaction to me. “You’re such a little slut, coming in here during my meeting, flashing me your perfect tits, and all while you weren’t even wearing panties.” He pressed one of his hands on my lower back. “You definitely earned this.”
Smack!
He didn’t hit me that hard, but he’d put enough power behind it to make it sting. I gasped and tried to stand, but he kept his hand on my back, holding me steady.
My pussy confused the pain for pleasure, though, and I could already feel my heartbeat in my clit. My body was desperate for him already, and all he’d done was spank my ass like I was a naughty student who’d interrupted my professor’s important meeting.
“One isn’t enough for you,” he said in a deep voice.
Smack!
“Oh my God…”
“He isn’t going to help you,” Rowen responded. “One more.”
Smack!
The last one hurt the worst, and I had to close my eyes and grit my teeth for a few seconds.
“Thank me for your punishment, Ms. Wilcox.”
“Thank you, Sir,” I said, keeping in character with our little role play.
“You’re excused.”
I turned around, scoffing. “What?”
Rowen smirked at my shock.
“Did you really think I was going to reward such bad behavior?” He wrapped his arms around me and kissed my forehead. “You can go wait for me to finish my meeting, and then I will think about giving that needy little pussy some relief.”
My thighs rubbed together, and I quickly pulled my shorts up to hide them. “I thought…”
Rowen sighed, looking like he wanted to indulge but was holding himself back.
“I would, but I really do need to finish this meeting. I already postponed him twice to spend time with you.” He leaned down and pressed his lips to mine.
“And I don’t want to rush worshipping your body, Av.
I want to take my time to break you down until you can’t take anymore. ”
Oh. Well, in that case…
“I’ll wait for you downstairs,” I said with a flirty smile.
He was already back to his meeting by the time I left his office.
My stomach growled when I reached the bottom of the stairs, and I instantly headed for the kitchen. Rowen was usually cooking dinner at this time. My body—more importantly, my belly—had the schedule down perfectly, but the meeting was lasting longer than he’d expected.
You can cook for yourself, you know…
I never had to, though. Rowen always insisted on cooking my meals. Even on the day he was gone, he’d left prepped meals in the fridge that just needed to be heated up.
Why waste perfectly good food? Rowen was a five-star chef as far as I was concerned, whereas my food was much less desirable.
I was spoiled, but I wasn’t going to complain about being taken care of.
It was my turn to return the favor. He worked so hard and still found time to cook and pamper me. I wanted him to come down and find me in the kitchen, making him something special. Then, he’d have to finish what we started in his office.
I looked through the fridge, peering at every shelf and in every drawer, cataloging the ingredients we had. Then, I opened the cabinets, searching for something that could pair with the chicken I had found.
The spice cabinet was next, and I moved around the various jars and bottles to get a good look at what was there.
That was when I noticed the box on the top shelf, hidden just well enough behind some jars that I wouldn’t have noticed it had I not been thoroughly searching.
I dragged a chair over and used it to reach the top shelf, pulling the box down to the counter. When I lifted the lid, I saw a leather journal, a glass bottle with a label that read ‘Fertility Supplements’, and stacks of pill packs.
My birth control.
But why did he have fertility supplements?
I grabbed the journal and opened it up, my eyes widening, stomach dropping, as I read the entries.
‘June 1. Hid powder inside her fruit parfait. Had sex before bed. Came inside her.’
‘June 2. Hid powder inside her chicken tacos. Had sex in the office. Came inside her.’
‘June 3. Hid powder inside her smoothie. Had sex on the porch and in the shower. Came inside her both times.’
It was a log, complete with dates and meals and sex and…
He was hiding the fertility powder in my food? Why was he logging every time he came inside me? Why did he have so many birth control packs?
“Oh my God…”
Suddenly, I couldn’t breathe. My heartbeat pounded in my ears. Tears clouded my vision.
Was he…
I sobbed into my hand.
Was he trying to get me pregnant?
“No, no, no…”
I tried to assure myself he wouldn’t do that, that Rowen wasn’t capable of deception like that, but I couldn’t be sure. My stepbrother was more than intent on making sure we stayed together, lived our perfect life without interruption.
If he was afraid of me leaving, wouldn’t trying to get me pregnant solve the problem? Keep me tied to him? Make it harder for me to escape?
No.
Rowen wouldn’t…
But the box. Everything inside. The logbook.
I swallowed my emotions down and put everything back into the box, sticking it in the cabinet and sliding everything in front of it again, my mind still racing.
His footsteps sounded, and I quickly put the chair back and closed the cabinet, wiping the tears from my eyes, hoping he wouldn’t notice, wouldn’t question.
“Hey, kitten,” he dragged when he got to the kitchen, his eyes scanning me like an assessment. “You okay?”
I forced a smile and nodded. “Yeah. I was just trying to figure out what to cook for dinner. I wanted to surprise you.”
He chuckled, and even though I was a little terrified of the man in front of me, his smile still warmed my belly. “You don’t have to cook for me. I like feeding you.”
“I know.” I fumbled with my hands nervously. “You just do everything, and I want to be useful.”
He closed the distance between us and pulled me to him, looking down at me like I was the meal. “You are more than useful, baby, and besides, I enjoy taking care of you.”
I stayed still as he leaned down and kissed me, and my body reacted instantly, my lips moving against his, my throat forcing me to moan at his touch.
His eyes were full of hunger when he pulled away, and I knew it wasn’t for dinner.
“Can we cook together?” I suggested with a smile, hoping he’d take the bait.
At first, he didn’t respond, and I was sure he saw through me, but then, he smiled and nodded.
“Sure.” He let me go, and I backed up, trying to keep it together, wondering if he could feel the way the air between us had changed.
I didn’t think so, because he turned and started pulling stuff out of the fridge as he talked about the meal he’d planned to make.
I wasn’t really listening, just wondering how long I could bide my time. I had to wait until the perfect moment to bring it up, to demand the truth once and for all.