Chapter 11
Juliet
Juliet
If anyone were to ask me what the inside of Chester’s penthouse looked like, I would only be able to give a brief description.
Mid-century modern.
Great view.
Comfy couch. Living room rug. Bed.
Hell, even the walls were comfortable and I would know because my back was against one at one point as I cried out his name.
We had barely been in his place for thirty seconds before our clothes were off and he had my back pinned against one of the large white pillars in the entryway.
His eyes roved over my naked body hungrily.
So slowly that my impatience to feel him touch me again was taking over and my whole body squirmed in anticipation.
It was as if he was the hunter, and I was his prey.
I had never had anyone look at me the way he did, as if every inch of me was a delicacy.
“Please,” I whispered pleadingly.
“Please, what?” he asked, the corner of his mouth twitching.
“Stop looking at me like that and do something.”
“Do what?” he toyed.
I reached for him, desperate to bring him closer to me. His body of a god was torturously just inches away from me, abs on display, muscles rippling his arms. Watching him undress had been a damn work of art and my hands were trembling, wanting to feel his bare skin. His mouth. His cock.
Anything.
As my hands nearly skimmed his skin, he pulled away just as my fingertips were about to brush against him. He was teasing me, and enjoying every second. I sighed frustratedly, sinking back against the pillar and shooting him a glare. But then I had a thought. Two could play that game.
“I’m not sure what you want me to say,” I said softly, brushing my fingers up over my bare stomach to my breasts.
I trailed my fingers up over them, watching as Chester’s eyes followed the movement.
I circled my nipples and let out a pleasure-filled sigh.
His expression darkened as he took a small step toward me.
“You know what I want you to say,” he growled.
I shook my head slowly, looking up at him doe-eyed.
As I continued to massage my breast, my other hand traveled down past my navel to my inner thighs.
His eyes followed. This was too easy. The power I felt only turned me on more, as if he didn’t do it enough for me.
I ran my fingers over my slick opening, letting out a little gasp as I slipped my forefinger inside of where his mouth had been on the car ride home.
I slowly curled my finger up and let out a moan.
Chester placed his hands on either side of my head on the pillar, his eyes never leaving my hand as it moved between my legs.
His breath was becoming faster, his toned chest rising and falling.
I could tell a storm was stirring inside of him and all I wanted was for him to unleash it on me, but he held his own.
His fingers tensed around the pillar, the muscles of his arms flexing and releasing as he tried to hold himself back.
“What do you want to do to me?” I asked breathily, turning the question on him.
His eyes left my fingers that were wet with lust, and met mine, a full blaze of fire behind them.
He grabbed my hips suddenly and turned me to face the pillar.
I let out a gasp of surprise at how quickly he moved.
Finding my balance, I placed both hands on the pillar and held on, bracing myself for what came next.
Chester leaned forward, his bare skin against my back.
His mouth was mere centimeters from my ear as he whispered, “I want to fuck you until you see stars. Until my name is the only name on that fuckable mouth of yours. Until I’ve taken you on every surface of this apartment.
Until my cum is dripping from that sweet pussy… again and again.”
My heart was racing. I wondered if he could hear how it pounded in my chest. I gripped the pillar a little tighter, as I jutted my hips back just enough to feel the tip of his cock against my ass.
He let out a low moan as he squeezed my cheeks tightly, before his hands moved to my hips.
His fingers dug into me as he positioned the slick tip of his cock against my opening. I was dripping with anticipation.
“Now, say it…” he said, a slight snarl to his voice.
“Fuck me,” I whispered.
“What?” he said, nudging his cock until it slid through my lips.
“Fuck me,” I groaned.
He pushed his cock into me, making me gasp.
I knew he looked big, and how big he felt against the back of my throat, but I let out a little scream at the way his girth stretched me out with each delicious inch.
When he was deep inside me, he reached his hand around to my lower stomach.
Running his fingers down, he stopped when they met my clit, circling it slowly as he pushed just a little further into me.
I squirmed against him, pushing my ass back further to feel every last millimeter of him.
“You want more?” he asked, his fingers picking up speed as he circled my clit.
“Yes,” I whispered desperately.
He reached up with his free hand, pulling the hair at the nape of my neck until my face was next to his.
He grazed his teeth against my jawline, his hand continuing to fill my body with waves of pleasure.
I let out a little whimper as the roughness of his five-o-clock shadow and the callous of his palm against my lower stomach sent a thrill through to my very core.
As if seeing how close I was to an orgasm already, he released my hair and grabbed my hips once again.
He pulled out of me quickly, just before pushing back into me.
He moved faster, each thrust more forceful, more out of control.
He was losing himself to me, just as I was to him.
The sound of our bodies slapping together echoed in the entryway.
I could feel the crash coming, as I tensed around him.
“That’s it, baby,” he grunted loudly as he continued to pound into me.
I let out a loud, breathless moan as my insides shattered and pooled back together like molten lava. I felt a trill of pleasure from my toes that curled against the cool, hardwood floor, up to the smallest hairs of my head.
I screamed as my climax bore through me, making my entire body shudder.
“Fuck!” he yelled as he thrust into me, filling me with.
Each pulse of his cock sent another wave through me as he emptied into me.
His thrusts became slower, until he laid his chest on my back with his cock still twitching and buried inside me.
After a few moments, he pulled out of me and took a step back.
I turned to face him, my back on the pillar, trying to catch my breath.
I looked him up and down, my entire body satisfied, yet begging for more of this man.
I wasn’t sure how my body could take any more, but a deep hunger was growing in me.
My eyes stalled on his cock, dripping with cum.
I smiled slightly as I stepped toward him, getting to my knees.
He raised his brows in surprise as he looked down at me.
I took him in my mouth and licked him clean, savoring the taste of our combined lust.
“Jesus,” he whispered. “You’re insatiable.”
I licked my lips and smiled.
“Where will you fuck me next?” I asked, staring up at him as my hands gripped his thighs.
He grinned down at me, a mischievous look in his eyes. His glistening cock twitched just inches from my face before he pulled me to my feet and guided me to the couch. I knew we were just getting started.
When I woke up hours later, we were no longer in the living room, but in bed.
The cool linen sheets deliciously draped over my naked body.
My head was on Chester’s bare chest, listening to his steady breathing as he slept next to me.
I smiled to myself as I reveled in just how exhausted and sore my body was.
It was the good kind of pain. The kind that reminds you just how out of this world the sex was.
My eyes adjusted to the darkness of the room, until they landed on the alarm clock on his nightstand. It was almost 6:30 a.m.
Shit.
I had to get to work, although I was pretty sure the CEO would let it slide if I was a little late.
He had been the one who had kept me up most of the night.
Still, I wanted to keep it professional.
Whatever this thing that happened with Chester was, I didn’t want to risk losing my job over it with my other boss, Mike.
I untangled my legs from Chester’s body and peeled the sheets off my body, careful to tuck them back around him.
I blindly searched his room for my clothes, but remembered they were strewn across his entryway.
I tip-toed across the hardwood floor and closed his bedroom door behind me with a soft click.
I let out the breath I had been holding and walked down the long hallway toward the front door, which was also the elevator.
My clothes were thrown next to the gold double doors of the elevator.
I couldn’t help but laugh to myself at how we were absolutely insatiable, frantically grabbing at each other in a fit of passion.
I quickly dressed and pressed the button for the elevator that opened almost instantly.
I stepped inside and began my descent down to the lobby where I had already requested a rideshare from my phone.
I walked through the large lobby with my head down, feeling somewhat mortified that I was making the walk of shame.
Thankfully, it was early enough that there weren’t many residents about.
Out on the curb, the car I had requested waited, and I hurriedly got inside without looking back.
I felt bad for sneaking out the way I did, but I didn’t want the reality of the morning and the booze out of our system to make for an awkward wake-up with Chester.
At home, I had just enough time to shower the smell of sandalwood and sweat from my body and hair.
My skin was still damp as I slid on a black sheath dress and twisted my wet hair into a low bun.
There was only enough time for a swipe of lip gloss before I was back downstairs and in a cab to work.
Usually, I would walk, but there was no time today.
On the ride to work, my phone was peppered with notification bells from texts from Sadie.
She wanted to know where I had disappeared to and if it was with the handsome stranger from the bar.
I texted her back to let her know I was okay, and that I would fill her in on all the details later.
Maybe. I still was wrapping my head around how I had slept with my boss.
Not once. Not twice. But more than a handful of times.
I arrived to work right at 8 a.m. I tapped my foot impatiently as the elevator rose several stories to the accounting floor.
Finally, the doors opened and I strode to my desk, very aware that Sarah’s eyes were on me and full of questions based on the smile on her face.
I set my purse down and logged into my computer, pretending I didn’t notice the smirk she was giving me.
Mike was talking with a few of the other accountants at the back of the office, but hadn’t noticed me slip in.
“Wild night?” asked Sarah who had appeared at my desk and was now perched on it.
“I guess so.” I shrugged, hoping my red cheeks wouldn’t give me away.
“You’re missing an earring,” she whispered with a giggle.
My hand shot up to my ear and I was, in fact, missing one of the gold hoops I had worn last night. I quickly removed the other one and tucked it into my purse, cursing under my breath.
“Perhaps that guy from last night has it…” said Sarah suggestively.
“Who?” I asked innocently.
“The handsome guy you were making out with on the dance floor before disappearing out the side door.”
“Oh. Him.” I smiled up at her, knowing this was torturing her.
“Is he your boyfriend?” asked Sarah excitedly.
I shook my head. “Just someone I met recently.”
She nodded, somewhat satisfied with my answer. “Well, you two are cute together. I’m happy for you.”
“Thanks, girl,” I said, feeling happy myself. And confused. And exhausted.
Just then, a knock sounded at the door, and Sarah quickly went back to her desk to take a seat. I sucked in a breath when Chester popped his head in the office, looking freshly shaven in a black suit. He looked like he had slept twelve hours. So unfair.
I quickly looked at my computer, nervously twisting a stray strand of hair around my finger.
“Mike, can we have a chat?” he asked, his voice so businesslike.
“Yes, of course, Mr. Brandfield,” said Mike nervously as he approached Chester.
My heart began beating out of my chest as I watched them walk across the hall to Mike’s office, closing the door behind them.
I looked around the room to see everyone else was just as nervous as me, but probably for different reasons.
As if noticing my panic, Mia smiled at me before sauntering over.
“Uh-oh. The hatchet man has arrived. That means someone is getting the axe…” she said, looking toward Mike’s closed door.
“That’s Chester Brandfield?” asked Sarah, and I could see her gears turning. Maybe the club had been dark enough that she didn’t get a good look at him.
“Mhmm,” said Mia with a nod. “Now, who around here is the most expendable? Probably the one who is the newest…”
She looked at me with a smirk that made my stomach drop.