Chapter 29 NANCY #3
“What did you say to me? You lot. And what lot would that be exactly? Poor, biracial, female, public-school-educated, inner-city kid living on ‘da block’. Is it all those things or just some of them?” I stepped forward and leaned into my accent.
You want it, you got it. “No, actually, don’t answer that.
I don’t need to hear your bigoted little opinions, nor do I have to tolerate your constant shit talking.
I’ve heard it all a thousand times before.
Believe you two picked the wrong day to piss me off! ”
India looked shocked and even a little scared. Sasha had already backed away.
“I think you should wait for the next car, innit?” I gave the pair an icy glare, then turned, took a stunned Ayesha by the arm, and pulled her into the lift.
Ayesha waited until the car rose. “Nancy, what the hell was that? You’re in for it if she reports you.”
“She’s the bigot, not me. The only reason she’s given me grief so far is ’cause I’ve let her. I’ve sat back, taken it, and look where it’s got me. But if she thinks I’m in some power relationship, I may as well use it to my advantage.”
“You think she won’t report it because you’re seeing Alex?”
“Everything’s about status for that nepo baby. I bet she’s never fought for a thing in her life. She’s so weak, even her little minion doesn’t have her back,” I flared, reeling from the many confrontations.
“I hope you’re right.” The lift stopped on forty-eight, and Ayesha stepped out. “Look, I’m just glad you’re okay. Let’s grab lunch again soon.”
“Definitely, thanks, Ayesha. I appreciate it. Oh! And enjoy your date!” I managed, looking apologetic at her knowing grin as the doors closed.
I checked my phone as the empty car rose.
There was a message from Mum checking in, but still nothing from Alex.
A jitter travelled through my stomach that I tried to shake, but when the car doors opened, Alex was waiting—looking decidedly unhappy.
“Nancy, could you come with me for a moment?”
“Alex, we’re not meant to—”
“Now,” he ordered in such a tone that I followed in a quick march. As soon as we were in his office, he shut the door, hit the button for the privacy glass, and rounded on me. “Where were you at lunchtime?”
“I met up with Ayesha for a walk.”
“And you thought strolling around my building while the press is stalking us was a good idea?”
I watched his eyes flicker with rage. “I—I didn’t consider it.”
“Clearly, because you’re all over social media again. There’s a video of you swearing at a pap, for chrissake!”
“That was, like, five minutes ago! How’s it online already?”
“It was a livestream.” He threw up his hands. “Evan is monitoring all social channels, trying to keep on top of it. The last thing I expected to see was you outside the front of the building shouting and swearing.”
“I was shouting because he was in my face. It was frightening! But thanks for checking I’m okay.” I turned tail and grabbed the door handle to yank it open, but it was locked. “Damn it!”
“You’re talking to me, not running.” Alex’s tone was steel.
I stared at him, my gaze thunderous. “And of course I care! Don’t throw this back on me.
I’ve been worried sick about you.” He placed a hand on each side of my shoulders, caging me.
“You left for lunch without a word, and then I saw a video of some guy in your face when I wasn’t there to protect you.
If you’d just told me you wanted to meet up with your colleague, I would’ve organised it inside where you would’ve been safe. ”
I saw the worry in his eyes. “Look, I’m sorry. I made a mistake, but I’m not hurt. I just can’t get my head around this. I’ve spent my life not being seen, and now thousands of people know my name, shouting it in the street to get my attention. I get that you’re used to all this—”
He wrapped his arms around me, and I clung to his firm hold, nuzzling into his familiar scent.
“You never get used to it,” he whispered.
“You find ways to handle it and get better at avoiding it, but it never feels easier. I’m sorry, Nancy.
I’ve put you in this situation. If you hadn’t met me, this would never have happened to you. ”
I pulled back to take in his pained expression. “You’re the only man I’ve ever trusted with my body. Please don’t wish that away.”
He gazed at me, his eyes widening. Then my back was pinned against the glass. I threaded my fingers into my hair as he kissed me fiercely. Then, before I knew what was happening, he’d lifted me, taking me over to the leather-studded executive’s chair.
“Our role-play isn’t going to plan today,” he said breathily.
“I don’t know what you mean, Lord Toverton. I’d say this was right on the mark.” I teased his tie, deep green like his eyes, then slid off his lap and onto the floor between his legs.
“Nancy?”
“That’s Ms Cooper when we’re at work,” I said, my hands coming to rest on his thighs, my gaze locked with his, daring him on.
He stared back, his eyes narrowing. “Then undo my belt, Ms Cooper.” His command was so assured that it sent me scrambling for his buckle. “Slow! Everything you do must be slow and thorough. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Lord Toverton,” I whispered, drawing deep breaths.
“Good. Now, undo the button and pull down the zipper.”
I complied, fumbling with the garment, still unsure of my movements. He waited patiently until my eyes drew back to his and gave a low hum of approval that made me ache between my legs.
“Now, Ms Cooper, take out what you’re hungry for.”
My trembling hand reached into the slit of his boxer briefs to find solid, expectant muscle.
I wet my lips and suppressed the edge of fear that still lingered at the back of my mind.
This was the first time I’d willingly taken a man into my mouth, and I refused to let that memory taint this moment.
Instead, I was going to obliterate it with the most erotic image I could think of: Alexander Toverton falling apart for me.
He stroked his thumb along my cheek with a tremor. “Make me come.”
Oh, fuck yes!
In a snap, I was on him, eagerly tasting his arousal for the first time. He gripped my nape in warning. “Slow! I’ll not tell you again.”
I locked with his gaze, changing my pace to one so slow his lips thinned. He knew I was playing a bratty game, but I wasn’t going to stop until I saw that delicious moment he lost his composure.
The whole scenario was arousing. His exposure while otherwise fully clothed. Me on my knees, focused on his pleasure. His hand on the back of my head, while I held his vulnerability and could do whatever I liked with it. This was a power I never thought I could possess. It felt superb.
Alex was rising fast to my long strokes, my hand gripping his root as I traced the thick vein along the back of his shaft. He hissed as I topped out and sucked the tip, then I reached into the slit of his briefs and removed his sac.
A scent I could only describe as male made me light-headed.
I grazed his balls with my nails just like he’d shown me, and he shifted needily in the chair, gripping me urgently, his fingers embedded in my coils.
“Fuck, bella, just like that.” I could feel him barely holding back from thrusting.
Taking what he needed. But he did, knowing this was mine to give.
I worked him faster, taking him deep into my mouth while I pumped the base of his cock. His eyes clouded black, locked with mine. “I’m close,” he managed, but I didn’t draw back. This was exactly what I wanted.
His brow furrowed, and his balls tensed in my grip. Then he was lost in that exquisite moment I couldn’t get enough of. He came with a deep groan, the release so sharp it caused me to jolt back in shock as he emptied.
On raw knees, I held him, licking what remained like buttercream.
After a moment that could have been endless, Alex rose, still hard, and wrenched me up.
I yelped as he slung me over the glass desk, knocking off folders and stationery, yanked up my skirt, then ripped away my thong.
I panicked for a moment, but he retook his seat.
Then he spread my legs wide, and devoured me.
I was already so turned on that in a few strokes of his tongue, I was rolling through my first orgasm.
Without pause, he pushed his index finger into my climax.
“You're so wet for me,” he growled. My orgasm rolled on, but it was the second finger entering and curling that heightened the peak into another wave.
“Alex!” I screamed, trembling as his tongue lashed my clit. His fingers buried, coaxing me higher. “I can’t!”
“One more,” he purred, blowing lightly over my throbbing flesh. Then the sensation was gone, replaced by hot, slick fingers.
The thick soles of my shoes gripped the edge of the smoky glass, my back trying to arch skywards, my body convulsing mid-euphoria. But his arms remained locked around my midriff, fixing me to the desk with a sure strength I trusted. Then, without warning, he removed his mouth and fingers.
The sudden cut off made me want to claw his skin. I need to finish. Doesn’t he understand? But of course he did. His thumb pressed down on my clit and began to circle, then he buried his tongue, seizing my final guttural climax. My entire sex tightened like a fist, then released hard.
He slowed his pace until I was utterly spent. Only then did he draw back into the leather and tuck himself away, pocketing the scrap of cotton that was once my thong. “You’re refreshing like lemon sorbet,” he murmured.
I lay limp and panting, my bare buttocks pressing into the still-cool glass. He retrieved a monogrammed handkerchief from his breast pocket, ran his hand along my shivering torso, and pulled me into a tender kiss that shared our taste.
He wasn’t wrong.
My mind swam with pleasure watching my boyfriend gently wipe around my mouth, then run the soft cloth between my legs.
“Well, that was a first for work,” he admitted.
I couldn’t help the shameless grin that spread over my face. “Seriously?”
“Of course. It’s only been you,” he said with surprise and took my hand, leading me to the bathroom where he shook up a bottle of mouthwash and poured a capful for me.
I swilled the liquid, trying not to laugh at him gargling in the mirror.
Once presentable, we returned to the office where Alex framed my face for a final soft kiss.
I pulled back and whispered, “This room is soundproof, right?”
“You’re asking me that now?”
“Better late than never.” I glanced at his trouser pocket. “Shall I dispose of the underwear you ruined?”
He grinned wolfishly. “I think I’ll keep it as a trophy.”
“Perv!”
He chuckled as he held open the door. “I’ll see you at the end of the day, Ms Cooper.”
I made a beeline for the secure room, my heart still doing a rumba, but I only managed a few paces before I heard Evelyn say, “Nancy, would you come here a moment?”
I turned sheepishly, not quite making eye contact. Evelyn reached over her desk and removed a paperclip embedded in my hair. She handed it to me with a knowing smile.
“Thanks,” I mumbled, feeling a blush shamelessly rising, and turned tail, hurrying back to my desk just before the end of lunch.