Chapter 20
Chester
Juliet laid her head on my chest, her bare legs wrapped around me as I stared up at the ceiling.
We had finally caught our breath after having sex against the window of my office, giving anyone who was this high up quite an eyeful.
Thankfully, we were the only ones this high up.
It was why I bought this building. Not to have sex against the window on the top floor, but to be above everyone else in the surrounding area.
I reached my hand up and stroked the back of her head, her long blonde ponytail coming loose until her hair spilled over my chest. “Mmm.” She sighed, her breath warm against my skin. As spent as I was, my cock twitched at the sound of her breathy sigh.
“Down, boy,” she said, feeling the movement against her leg.
“I can’t help it,” I admitted.
“I know the feeling,” she said, smiling up at me before nuzzling back into my chest.
“Was this your plan all along?” I asked, continuing to run my fingers through her soft hair. “To wear me down little by little?”
“Maybe.” She giggled. “You lasted a lot longer than I hoped you would.”
“I was trying to keep it professional,” I said, giving her hair a little tug.
She let out a little squeal and propped herself up on her elbow to look at me, still wearing the sleeveless polo shirt from our day at the golf course. We were too impatient to take off all the layers of clothing. I twisted my mouth in disapproval at the fact she was still so covered up.
“Professional is not making suggestive comments to your assistant,” she scolded.
“Oh, and wearing no underwear is professional?” I asked, raising a brow.
“Touché,” she said, biting back a smile.
I lifted my face to hers and nipped at her bottom lip with my teeth.
“Hey!” she said.
“That’s what you get for being such a tease.”
“You’re one to talk, after what you did to me on that desk.”
“God. That was fun,” I said, lying back down and putting my hands behind my head triumphantly.
“You’re such an ass,” she muttered, settling back down on my chest.
I let out a deep chuckle. I loved shit talking with Juliet.
She could give it as much as she could take it, which made our banter that much more fun.
I would stay there all night. Nothing was really stopping us.
At least, I didn’t think so, but then we heard voices just outside the door.
I looked at the clock on the wall. It was 8 o’clock.
“Shit. The cleaning crew,” I said, sitting up suddenly, bringing her head with me.
“Oh, my God,” she whispered in a panic.
I went to close the door, but her hair was tangled in the buttons of my shirt.
“Ow,” she yelped.
“Fuck. I’m sorry,” I said, trying to untangle the long strands of hair that had somehow knotted themselves around the buttons. It was no use. The cleaning cart was rolling closer now.
“Come on,” I said, holding her head as I guided her to follow me toward the door. I peeked my head out, careful not to let my pantless bottom half show or Juliet’s head that was now attached to my body.
“I’m working late,” I called out to the cleaning crew, who whipped their heads up in surprise. “Please, just skip my office for tonight.”
The women nodded, seemingly unaware of the awkward state I was in.
“Yes, Mr. Brandfield,” they said in unison.
Juliet let out a giggle that she quickly muffled with her hands as I shut the door quickly, locking it.
“Shhh.” I laughed, looking down at her awkward position. Her neck was bent at what looked like an uncomfortable angle as she looked up at me helplessly.
“Can you get me untangled now?” she asked.
We both knelt to the floor and I began working at her hair.
“This is the most ridiculous thing that’s ever happened to me…” she said, looking up at me with an amused expression.
“More ridiculous than livestreaming naked?” I asked, arching a brow.
“You’re never going to let that go, are you?” she asked sharply.
“Never.” I shook my head.
I finally untangled the final chunk of hair from my shirt and freed Juliet. She sat up and stretched her neck from side to side before massaging her head.
“Ouch,” she said, wincing slightly.
“I thought we were going to have to cut it,” I said.
“Uh, cutting my hair would be the last option. Cutting your shirt would be the first.”
I laughed as I looked at how damn good she looked kneeling on the carpet in her little white golf outfit, her long blonde hair falling around her in a haphazard mess that screamed sex hair.
“What?” she asked, arching a brow and crossing her arms.
“You’re cute. That’s all.” I shrugged.
“Cute?”
“And sexy…”
“What else?” she asked with a small smile pulling at her lips.
“And smart.”
“Mhmm.”
“And a pain in my ass.”
“True. True.”
“And if I remember correctly…” I said, inching toward her on my knees. “Not wearing any underwear.”
I reached behind her and cupped her bare ass with my hands, lifting her up and laying her on the plush, black rug of my office floor. She let out a little squeal, her fists playfully pounding at my chest.
“Chester!” she cried out.
“Shhh.” I put my fingers to her lips.
“The cleaning crew…” she said, her words smooshed by my finger.
“Then you better keep it down,” I said, hovering over her.
She shook her head, but her eyes said something different. Their blue irises darkened like the ocean at dusk.
“You are bad,” she whispered as I removed my finger from her mouth and began running it down her neck to the collar of her polo.
“And you have too many clothes on for my liking,” I said, tapping her collarbone.
She bit her lip as she looked up at me. “Then you better take them off.”
I grinned down at her before reaching for the hem of her shirt and giving it a tug upwards. I shimmied it up and over her head, revealing a white lace bra that barely cupped her ample breasts.
“I didn’t know you owned one of these…” I joked, hooking a strap with my finger and letting it snap against her skin lightly.
She slugged me in the shoulder.
I chuckled as I ran my fingers over the lace, the rosy color of her nipples peeking out under the fabric. I leaned down and blew against each one, Juliet squirming under my breath as her nipples peaked against the delicate lace.
I brought my face back up to hers and kissed her gently, our lips moving together delicately, so different from before when we crashed into each other. I wasn’t sure if it was because we were tired, or the cleaning crew was outside, or it was something else, but it was different this time.
Juliet reached up and began working at each button of my shirt, our mouths still interlocked.
She peeled the shirt from my chest and down my arms, before pressing her palms against my bare skin.
I curled my hands around her back and unfastened her bra, her breasts falling free.
With one hand, I lifted her up toward me, so we were skin to skin as our kiss deepened.
She let out a soft moan into my mouth, the sound going straight to my growing cock.
“Skirt,” I whispered, pulling away from her kiss.
She nodded and reached down to shimmy it off her hips, watching me expectantly, before kicking it off her legs.
She lay back down against the rug. I placed my knee between her thighs and nudged them open, before leaning in to kiss her again.
My tongue explored her mouth as I breathed her in, reveling at her taste.
I reached down and grabbed the hard length that was desperate to be surrounded by her warm walls again.
I released her mouth from mine so I could see her beautiful face when I entered her.
She stared up at me, her lips parted, breath heavy as her full breasts rose and fell quickly with anticipation.
I guided my tip toward her, feeling her wetness spread around me as I stretched her out, filling her slowly with every inch.
Her eyes widened as she let out a sharp gasp.
Her back hitched, her beautiful breasts lifting toward me, begging for my mouth to be on them.
I took one into my mouth, slowly sucking as my tongue swirled around her peaked, pink nipple.
She gasped, trying desperately to stifle her moans.
I pulled out of her, reveling in the slick wetness that surrounded my throbbing cock, before thrusting back inside her.
I groaned as I savored the feeling, my hips rolling against hers in a slow rhythm.
I pulled my lips from her nipple and my eyes fell to where her body swallowed my cock whole, watching in awe at just how good she took it.
“Chester,” she whispered, her fingers reaching up and pressing into my back.
The sound of my name sounded so good falling from her lips. The desperate sound of it.
I thrust into her again, giving her what she wanted as she writhed under me.
“Chester,” she said, louder this time, a moan that had me on the edge of losing it already.
I pressed my finger to her mouth again, nodding toward the closed door just behind our heads. I thrust into her again. Leaning in, I brought my mouth to her ear.
“I want you to come for me,” I whispered gruffly, before pounding into her again.
She whimpered, her hips still writhing. I kept slowly fucking her, each thrust going deeper than before, my pubic bone pushing against her clit that was swelling with pleasure.
“Come for me,” I demanded, feeling my own release coming.
She nodded, her nails digging into my back as she lifted her hips to meet mine, allowing me to penetrate even deeper.
My pace quickened, my movements more erratic as every single feeling rushed to my cock.
It shuddered as it exploded, filling her throbbing walls that clenched and released around me with her own orgasm.
I kissed her deeply as we came together, swallowing each other’s moans of pleasure.
We stayed tangled like that for a while.
We may have even fallen asleep. By the time we emerged from my office in a sleep-like state, the cleaning crew was long gone, leaving the smell of lemon cleaner behind.
Juliet left first, as not to raise any suspicions of us leaving together.
I had called her a cab, seeing as it was nearly 2 a.m. I called my own limo shortly after to head home.
On the ride home, I couldn’t fight the smile that was planted on my lips.
The waiting had been hard with Juliet, but tonight had been worth it.
All the looks in my direction. The flashes of skin.
Suggestive comments that rolled out so easily from that beautiful mouth.
The severe blue balls. It had all been worth it for tonight.
It felt like this was the first time that I had found someone I might want more than a fling with.
When I arrived at my apartment, I should have been tired.
After a long day of golf and shmoozing executives, to having sex with Juliet, not once, but twice, I should have passed out face-first in my bed.
But instead, I showered, slipping on a pair of pajama pants, and pulled my laptop into bed at 3 a.m. I turned it on and squinted at the brightness from the screen in the pitch black of my bedroom.
I tapped the button to dim the screen and opened my email.
There was one unread email at the top of my inbox from an address I didn’t recognize. It was made up of numbers and letters. Clearly an anonymous sender. Curiously, I double clicked it, opening the message:
Friendly warning: your “assistant” is using you for an easy job, and your business partners all know it and are laughing at you.
What the fuck?
I read it over again, rage filling me and flushing my cheeks with hot heat.
I looked at the sender’s email again, trying to make sense of it or find some clue as to who it might be.
But it was impossible. I hit the “reply” button, ready to confront them, but stopped myself from typing.
Giving them a response would only embolden them. Whoever it was.
I shut my laptop and slid it away from me like it was poison. I lay back on my bed and stared up into the darkness. Someone was onto me and Juliet, and the thought made my stomach sink into the boxspring of my bed. I thought we had been so careful, up until tonight.
And tonight had been incredible.
But now it was all ruined.
If this person was real and was really onto us, it would be bad. Really bad.
My reputation would be ruined. The press would have a field day with a scandal like this, ruining me.
The business deal from today would fall through the cracks, along with potential business deals in the future if everyone thought I was a sleazeball CEO.
I couldn’t let that happen. I couldn’t let all my hard work go to waste.
As much as I couldn’t stop thinking about Juliet, maybe it was time to take Will’s advice and keep my distance. If only I had taken his advice sooner…