Chapter 19
Juliet
The sun was close to beginning its descent down, the sky turning a pale orange and blue, as I sat in the golf cart with my feet propped up on the dash.
We were on the last hole of the golf course, Chester, me, and a few executives from the government he had treated to a round of golf.
He had told me it was all about wining and dining these people, even if it meant a long round of golf in the hot New York summer.
I was surprised Chester had invited me along.
Even though I wasn’t golfing myself, I had dressed for the occasion in a white golf skirt and matching sleeveless polo, with a crisp white visor to shield the sun.
I adjusted my ponytail high on my head and leaned my head against the seat as I watched each man take their best swing.
I refrained from rolling my eyes as one of the older gentlemen made another braggy remark about how good he usually was, and that today he was just “off his game.”
When Chester went up to the tee, I sat up a little straighter.
Up until today, I had never seen the man in anything other than a suit.
Or naked that one time. He looked sexy wearing a light blue polo and khaki pants, a golf cap sitting snug on his head.
I watched as the muscles tensed in his arm on his backswing just before his club met the ball with a sharp thwack, causing it to go soaring.
The men clapped softly, except for the one braggy guy with the “off day.”
Chester shot me a smile as he approached the golf cart, the others climbing into the two behind us.
“Bored?” he asked, cocking a brow.
“Not at all,” I said with a shake of my head.
“Almost done,” he said. “I think I have this deal in the bag.”
“Didn’t doubt it for a second.”
He grinned at me as he put the golf cart into drive, maneuvering it around the course. I had purposefully left my feet propped up, giving him a very good look at the bare skin of my legs up to my upper thighs. I caught him stealing a few glances as he drove, making me bite back a smile.
After another thirty minutes on the course, and an unnecessary amount of hearing the word “balls” thrown around, we were headed back to the office in Chester’s limo. The sky was now a rich red and purple, as his driver wound the car through the curved roads back to the city skyline.
“So, what’s the deal with those guys?” I asked curiously. “Why do you want to be in business with them?”
“Those guys…” he chuckled. “Are a head of a department of government that I have been desperately trying to get into business with for months. It has nothing to do with the non-profit or any of the other mergers. It’s solely for Brandfield Enterprises.”
“And what will that do for you?”
“Earn me billions.” He shrugged with a touch of arrogance that was annoyingly sexy.
Further clarifying, he continued. “This deal will essentially allow me to bypass a lot of annoying red tape in my acquisitions, saving me time and resources. It’s very lucrative.
Could double my stream of income in just Brandfield Enterprises, further trickling down to other business ventures. ”
I watched his mouth as he talked, and realized how sexy it was to listen to him talk about business. He was so good at what he did, and while I didn’t understand all of it, I was fascinated just by how his voice entered my ears with that familiar confidence.
“Well, do you think they went for it?” I asked, tilting my head.
“I should know by the end of the day,” he said, looking at his watch.
The limo pulled up to the office building washed in the deep colors of the sunset that were disappearing with each second we moved further into the evening.
His driver pulled open the back door and helped me out, Chester following after me.
We walked into the lobby, vacant aside from the evening security that had just started their shift.
I checked my watch. It was just after 6:30.
Everyone had probably gone home for the day, but I needed to gather my things before heading home.
As we rode in the elevator up to the top floor, Chester’s phone dinged and I noticed a smile cross his lips as he read the glowing screen.
I wondered what it could be as we stepped out the elevator doors and down the hallway to our offices, the office empty.
As I turned right to walk through my door, Chester stopped me.
“Why don’t you come in here for a minute,” he said, nodding toward his own open office door. He had a look on his face that I couldn’t quite read, but I was intrigued by the small smile tugging at his lips.
“Okay,” I said, following him in the dark space of his office. He flicked on his desk lamp, the golden glow slightly illuminating the room. I watched as he pulled an expensive-looking bottle of whiskey from the top shelf of his bookshelf, along with two crystal glasses.
“What’s this?” I asked, playing nervously with my ponytail that was draped over my shoulder. I could feel nerves begin to blossom in my stomach as I realized this was the first time we had been alone together since the night of the show.
“We’re celebrating,” he said, popping the top off the whiskey and pouring it into the two glasses.
“Celebrating what?” I asked, taking the glass from him.
“The deal that just went through,” he replied, holding his glass up and clinking it to mine before taking a long sip.
“You got it?” I asked excitedly.
“Yep.” He nodded.
“That’s huge!” I said, smiling before taking a long sip of the whiskey to calm my now-excited nerves.
He dropped into his desk chair with a satisfied sigh and I sat across from him.
We talked more about the deal and what this could mean for the company, followed by a few more drinks, my chair scooching closer to his with each one, until I was sidled up next to him.
At one point, he smiled at me and reached for the desk lamp, switching it off so that darkness and moonlight washed over us.
“What are you…” I started, raising my brows curiously.
“Look.” He nodded out the window behind us and I sucked in a breath. It felt like the whole city was under us, lights twinkling, competing with the pale moonlight overhead.
“Wow,” I said as I took it all in.
“Wow is right,” he murmured beside me. His face was closer than before and I realized he wasn’t looking at the view anymore. He was looking at me, his eyes trailing down.
“I like you in that skirt,” he said, getting closer so his lips were brushed against my ear. “I like it even better when you wear nothing underneath.”
My breath caught in my throat as a trill ran up my spine. This was it. This was what I had been waiting for, for weeks. Yearning for this. Impatiently waiting for something to happen again. Touching myself at the thought of him getting me alone.
I slowly stood from my chair and reached up under my skirt, my hands meeting the smoothness of my thighs as my fingers hooked around the waistband of my mesh thong.
My eyes didn’t leave Chester’s face as I pulled the fabric slowly down, peeling it off me and tossing them on his lap.
I reached behind me and pulled myself onto his desk, my bare ass meeting the cool, dark wood as the short white skirt pooled around me.
I waited for his move.
He reached his hand up and placed it on my knee, his thumb running over it in one long, slow stroke.
I swallowed hard at his touch. He stood up from his chair so that he towered over me, looking down at me with embers lit in the depths of his dark brown eyes.
I tilted my chin up slightly, parting my lips that were desperate to feel his.
Without making me wait, he brought his mouth to mine.
His lips massaged against mine lightly and I whimpered for more, wanting to taste him.
He ran his tongue over my lips at the same time his hand ran further up my thigh.
I opened my mouth eagerly, meeting his tongue with mine in a slow dance as his hand roamed higher.
His fingers brushed against me and he broke away from our kiss, looking down at me.
“You’re already ready for me.” he whispered gruffly.
“I’ve been ready for you,” I whispered back as I spread my legs slightly wider.
He let out a low groan as his fingers ran up my slick opening, a far better feeling than my own hand. He leaned in and pressed his lips to my ear, his breath warm as I arched my back from the electricity running through it.
“Have you touched this pretty pussy?” he asked as he swirled a finger at my entrance teasingly.
“Yes,” I whimpered, pushing my hips forward to meet his touch.
“Hmm,” he said thoughtfully, pulling his mouth from my ear and pressing his forehead against mine. His free hand grabbed my skirt and hiked it up at my hips so I was exposed under the light of the moon.
“Did you touch yourself like this?” he asked, running his thumb over my already swollen clit.
“Y-yes,” I gasped.
He continued circling me slowly.
“What about like this?” he asked before slipping his middle finger into me, the length of it deliciously curling into me.
“Yes!” I moaned.
He curled another finger into me, striking my most sensitive areas. I reached up and interlaced my hands behind his neck, steadying myself as our foreheads remained pressed together, watching his hand work its way in and out of me.
“Did you imagine it was me?” he asked, low and guttural.
“Yes. Only you,” I purred.
“Did you imagine it was my cock fucking you?” he asked, his fingers pulling out and plunging back into me with a squelching sound.
“Yes!” I screamed.
“Good girl,” he said, reaching up with his free hand and curling my ponytail around his fingers, until he gripped it tightly.
He pulled back, and I laid back against his desk, propping myself up on my elbows to watch him.
He pulled his hand from between my legs, leaving me internally begging for more, and worked the waistband of his pants.
He undid the clasp and zipper, letting his fully erect cock spring free as his pants fell to the floor.
I sucked in a breath at how he yearned for me, every inch of him.
He took a step toward me and reached for my hips, sliding me down the desk toward him.
His palms pressed against my inner thighs, spreading my legs wider as he stared down at me, his eyes pitch-dark with desire.
His fingers wrapped around the base of his cock and guided it toward my slick opening.
My mind went foggy as he just barely ran it over me in a slow circle.
“Is this what you wanted?” he asked, his voice like silk.
“Mmm,” was all I could manage to get out as he pushed his pre-cum soaked tip against me, but not fully giving me what I so desperately needed.
I tried to shimmy my hips down the desk, but he reached up and held me in place.
I let out an exasperated sigh as I looked up at him, a smirk on his perfect lips.
“I didn’t hear you, Juliet,” he said. “Is this what you wanted?”
He gripped his cock tighter, pushing his slick tip against my lips, parting them as he nudged at my opening.
“Yes!” I said breathlessly.
“Don’t get so frustrated, sweetheart. I’m just teasing you like you teased me.” He let out a dark chuckle that I swore would make me come right then.
“Wearing those lowcut tops,” he said, pushing into me slowly, just an inch before pulling out again.
“No underwear.” Another push back in, just another inch.
“Bending over and giving me a show.” He pulled back out.
“Letting me see those pretty nipples under your blouse.”
The muscles of his arm tensed as he gripped his cock tighter, positioning himself once again, his eyes darker than the night now. Without warning, he plunged into me, making me see stars as every inch of him filled me, pressing as far as his throbbing cock could go.
I cried out.
“Making.” He pulled out of me quickly.
“Me.” Back in.
“Want.” Out.
“To.” In.
“Fuck.” Out.
“You.” He slammed into me again, his grip on my hips a steel vise as he pounded into me with a speed that had me gripping the desk until my knuckles were white. He continued bashing into me, his meaty cock even better than I remembered, the sound of his grunts filling the room.
Suddenly, he stopped, grabbing my sides and pulling me off the desk so I was slung around his hips, his cock buried so deep.
I flung my arms around his neck and crashed my lips against his as he turned me around and pressed my back against the window.
I swirled my hips in a slow grind, feeling every delicious inch rove through me.
“Fuck,” he whispered against my mouth before sinking his teeth lightly into my shoulder.
I continued grinding against him, feeling the throb of his cock inside me, as the city lights were at my back, savoring this moment I had been waiting so long for.
As I felt the pleasure begin to ripple through me with each push down onto his cock, I whispered his name on a wave of pleasure.
Hearing my name whispered back against the crook of my neck was my undoing.