Chapter 23
Chapter Twenty-Three
LEO
If I thought her loose black skirt was distracting that night we met at the bar, I was in for a rude awakening for when I first saw her in a pencil skirt.
It was probably the longest first day of work I’d ever had in my entire life.
* * *
“Good morning!”
I glanced over my shoulder, seeing Violet jogging to meet up with me.
“Morning,” I nodded before waiting for her to fall into step, “How was your weekend?”
Violet sighed, “Good, but I’m exhausted. My daughter is going through another sleep regression.”
Today I learned that Violet had a daughter, “I’m sorry to hear that.”
“It’s alright. I’m just worried about relocating so soon.” I nodded, suddenly distracted from our conversation at the sight of Jacqueline stepping into Brandon’s office, where Violet and I were currently headed.
Jacqueline didn’t notice me, which made me want to run up to her and wrap her in my arms until she did, but I refrained.
“Change is already so hard for her, but everyone has been so supportive about preparing me and her to move up north.” Ah, yes, Violet was getting ready to move to Moore Farms in a few weeks. She could have had the opportunity to meet Graham Moore in person a few days ago, considering they’d likely be neighbors. But instead, she elbowed him out of her way to rush to her car.
They’d meet eventually.
That was probably why she was joining us for our bi-monthly check-in. Brandon hosted these in his office, and even though they were mandatory, he was excellent at making sure we didn’t take up more time than needed. If there were no questions or updates from any department, he excused us.
Brandon was quiet, introverted, and short with his words.
But he was a great CEO.
We finally entered his space, and when Violet spotted Nicole, slouched on Brandon’s couch, she made her way to sit next to her. So I not so subtly stood near Jacqueline. Against the wall, waiting for Brandon to show up.
Jacqueline was staring at Nicole, a pinch in her brow as if she was deep in thought. She didn’t acknowledge my presence yet. I wasn’t expecting a hug or kiss, but for her to not notice me at all let me know how focused she was.
“Are you alright?” I asked, my voice low.
“Hmm?” Jacqueline glanced up at me, clearly distracted by whatever she was thinking about. I saw in real time how her brown eyes studied my face, doing the quickest scan of my concerned expression. After assessing whatever she found, she pulled her lips back into a smile.
It looked forced; the smile tight. It didn’t reach her eyes because the delicate lines that crinkled the corners of her lids were missing.
I hated it.
“I’m good,” Jacqueline replied through her grin, “Just tired.”
“Don’t do that,” I spoke without overthinking the intensity of my tone.
Jacqueline stiffened at my side for a moment, her smile slipping a degree as a pinch formed between her perfectly groomed eyebrows, “What do you mean?”
“Don’t give me a smile I didn’t earn, Jacqueline.” I glanced around the room, ensuring none of our coworkers were paying attention to this conversation between the two of us.
Jacqueline blinked at me, before pushing her glasses up on the bridge of her nose some more.
“I just wanted to show you that I’m okay,” her voice was soft.
I tried my best to soften my voice as well, I didn’t want her to think I was upset at her, “I appreciate that,” I inhaled, attempting to find the correct words to explain myself, “But I am not interested in any fake smiles from you.”
Jacqueline’s grin slowly, slowly dropped. Her lips were relaxed in that natural downturn that I was growing to love more every day. Sometimes, when she was smiling at something I did at work but didn’t want to seem too obvious about it, her lips would still turn downward. Creating her upside-down smile. But it still counted because her eyes crinkled. Sometimes she would blush and release a huff of laughter as well.
“…I know that when I’m not smiling, I look mad,” Jacqueline was whispering to me now as she took her turn to scan the office that we stood in the back of, “If I don’t smile, people assume I am upset at them when I’m not.”
“Okay,” I lifted a shoulder, “But you don’t have to do that with me.”
She lifted a brow at me, “I don’t need to smile around you?”
I shook my head, “Not if you don’t feel like it.”
She stared at me, unblinking. I could practically see the wheels turning in her head. The confusion made her lips part the slightest bit. I wanted to bend down and take her plump bottom lip in between mine, but alas, we were standing in Brandon’s office.
“If you tell me that you’re okay, I’m trusting you to tell me the truth.” I nudged her arm with my elbow, a casual touch. It was the only contact I could get away with during the workday, “You don’t need to force a smile for me. I would much rather wait until I earned a real one. Besides,” I glanced up from where I bumped our arms to meet her gaze, an attempt to show just how serious I was, “Your smile is beautiful, but so is your relaxed expression. Your frowns. Even your glares.” Jacqueline’s breathing staggered a bit at my words, but I never broke eye contact with her, “You don’t need to put on a mask with me. I want to see you. All of you.”
When I saw her tuck both lips between her teeth, I threw her a grin and broke eye contact. I crossed my arms in an attempt to still my hands that ached to pull her into me. To hold her against me. But I couldn’t, because Brandon was standing just outside his office door, finishing up a discussion with Zaid.
The meeting was going to start, and Jacqueline and I were still a secret.
* * *
Jacqueline: I want you.
I grinned at my phone, before leaning back in my desk chair and thumbing out a reply.
Me: That’s good, because I need you.
I didn’t set my cell down; I watched those three little dots appear as she typed her response. Nothing else mattered. The code Mary sent me was meaningless. The meetings I had later in the week were not important.
Jacqueline was texting me during the workday.
She was my priority now.
Jacqueline: I can’t focus on anything. It’s been forever since you touched me, and I want you so badly.
I smirked, fucking thrilled with her direct communication about her needs.
Me: I like this. You, distracted in your office, thinking of how much you want me.
The three dots danced and disappeared.
Then they appeared again, before stopping again.
I twirled a pen between my fingers and held my phone in the other, my eyes glued to my screen. I hoped to god she’d respond. Keep the conversation going. There was no chance in hell I could easily focus back on my tasks.
Minutes passed.
Suddenly, she responded.
But it was a voice message. I hadn’t ever received one from her before. I immediately pressed play, glancing up to ensure my office door was, indeed, closed. I lowered the volume on my cell, but crouched close so I could hear everything.
“I’m serious, Mr. Turner,” Jacqueline’s voice was a low whisper. I pictured her holding the mobile up to her luscious lips as she recorded this, “I don’t think I can wait any longer. I’m aching …maybe…no, I really shouldn’t…” I was holding my breath, because I could hear how aroused she was. How her voice gained a raspy, low edge to it.
We were both at work, I could hear Brandon’s muffled voice talking during his meeting through the shared wall of our offices.
And there was still a decent amount left of her recording as she breathed through her pause, “…Maybe if I just…yeah—” the sound of shuffling and a zipper being undone made my pulse spike, my chest and groin heated, and a flush bloomed across my cheeks. I glanced at my closed office door again, was Jacqueline really about to — “Oh my god, I shouldn’t be doing this. But I can’t—oh my god, Leo… Oh …”
I was rock hard, my cock pressing against my zipper painfully as I focused in on the sounds of a repetitive motion, like a hand moving back and forth.
I glanced at the time at the top of my cell; it was 4:37 pm.
“…Yes, yes, god what have you done to me, Leo?” I don’t fucking know but don’t you dare stop , “This is so wrong. I shouldn’t be touching myself like this—but I can’t…” A low moan from her ended the voice recording, and I practically knocked my chair over from how fast I stood from my desk. My chair was probably still spinning by the time I reached my office door and scoured the space between our respective offices.
No one was loitering around. Jacqueline’s employees were probably gone already. Brandon was still deep in his meeting that I knew would last at least another hour.
Nicole had left early today, as she usually did.
I marched across the hall and threw Jacqueline’s office door open before catching it, and gently pushing it shut.
Jacqueline jolted at her desk, standing as she saw me barge into her space.
She placed a hand over her chest, “Christ, you scared—”
“Come here,” I interrupted her. I leaned my back against her closed office door, not sure if I could control myself.
Jacqueline’s lips parted, and even though her cheeks were already rosey, I saw them darken some more from across the room.
“What?” Jacqueline breathed. I saw her hand shift, reaching down for the undone zipper at the side of her skirt, pinching it between her fingers. She pulled it up an inch before I pointed a finger at her hand.
“Don’t you dare zip that up,” my voice was low, quiet enough that no one could hear me from the other side of the door. There was a window right next to the frame, allowing anyone in the hallway to look inside. Which was why it was so important for Jacqueline to come to me, before I lost control.
“R-really?” Jacqueline asked. Her chest was heaving, and her hand froze. A sliver of her thigh was revealed from her undone skirt. I could still hear the sound of her unzipping it in her voice message. I was about three seconds from charging across the room.
“I’m fully serious. C’mere, Ms. Williams.” I pointed to my feet, holding her gaze with mine. I held unwavering eye contact with her, and she swallowed.
I almost shouted with joy when she slowly moved around her desk.
She was nervous, but just as desperate as I was.
Eventually, after a painful amount of time, Jacqueline stood directly in front of me. She held her pencil skirt up with one hand, biting her lip as her gaze dropped to the window next to me.
Well, I could fix that issue.
I grabbed her hips and turned, pressing her back against her office door as I stepped forward to crowd her space.
“Oh—” I cut her off, not a single kind or gentle muscle in my body. My tongue invaded her lips, taking everything. She ground into me, her hands gripping either side of my neck as she struggled to meet my kiss. To duel with me. To kiss me back as heavily as I was kissing her.
Jacqueline Williams could ruin me, and I wasn’t sure she had any idea.
“Did you come?” I asked against her mouth.
“N-no,” Jacqueline whispered, before biting my bottom lip. She traced her tongue over it, her teeth a gentle hold. I moaned, before grinding my erection against the apex of her thighs. Her skirt and my jeans created a thick barrier between us, but I didn’t care. I knew she could still feel me. Feel what she did to me.
“You’re going to,” I responded, “You’re not allowed to do any more work until you do.”
“W-we shouldn’t,” Jacqueline panted. But she gripped me tighter and met my own thrusts with hers.
“I don’t care.” I dropped my lips to her jaw, kissing and sucking on her delicious skin. I was ravenous. A man starved, and the only thing that could satiate my craving was Jacqueline’s body, “Get ready.”
“Oh god,” Jacqueline wheezed, and I smirked against her jaw before sucking a little harder than normal, “You’re going to give me a hickey.”
“Mhmm,” I sucked again, and she leaned into me, “Seems only fair since all the blood in my body is rubbing between your legs at the moment.”
Jacquline sighed, shifting on her toes in an attempt to get the bulge from my shaft where she needed it. I lifted my hands, my touch against her skin bold as I finally found the lacy cups of her bra.
“I don’t care how you come, Jacqueline,” I murmured against her neck, “I’m going to touch you. I’m going to play with you. I’m going to keep doing so until you come. I’m not going to stop.” I grinned when she whimpered, knowing that my thumbs gently flicking over her taut nipples were quite possibly enough to tip her over the edge, “Not even if someone knocks on this door. Right now, you’re mine until you’re soaked.” I lowered my voice with a growl on the last word, knowing that, for some reason, she melted from it.
My strong, bossy, independent Jacqueline liked it when my voice was rough and demanding.
“Okay,” she panted, making my blood sing. God, nothing made me feel more powerful than feeling her turn to putty in my hands. Gasping from my touch. Knowing that I was the only man who got to see her like this. The only man who ever saw her like this.
“I could play with your perfect tits all day.” I pinched her nipples once, making her head lean back against the door. She was still in too much control because she didn’t let her head thud against it. She held the movement so it wouldn’t make noise, so it wouldn’t call attention to anyone potentially out in the hallway, “How wet are you, Jacqueline?” I didn’t expect her to actually answer. Instead, I released one breast while I trailed the back of my fingers down her stomach, letting my knuckles tease her until I got to the loose, unzipped waistband of her skirt.
It took no effort to tuck underneath the material to find her completely bare.
“Fuck, you planned for this,” I accused, biting her earlobe just enough to send a shiver down her body. Feeling the tremble made my cock throb, but I knew I probably wouldn’t find release like her, “You like the idea of me touching you in the office.”
“Yeah.” Jacqueline admitted, her eyes were squeezed closed and her hands were braced on my shoulders, tensing their grip as I traced a knuckle against her center.
Jesus, she was so fucking wet.
“You feel bloody divine,” I moaned against her neck, mindful enough to keep my voice quiet, “You feel like mine .”
Jacqueline whispered back, “Only yours, Leo.”
I was grinding against her thigh, unable to help myself. Eventually, my fingers were soaked, making it easier to bring her to the edge. I barely dipped my middle finger inside, gently curling as my palm worked against her wet clit.
Her hips were rolling against my hand, doing half the work.
Removing my other hand from under her shirt, I decided to cup my fingers behind her neck. Holding her to me as I ground my erection against her thigh, using the door for support. I was mad, lust consuming my thoughts as she panted hot breaths over the skin of my ear. My neck. Her fingers dug into my shoulders, painful enough to turn pleasurable with each grind of her hips against my hand.
“I could do this all day, Jacqueline.” I wasn’t lying. I wasn’t going to last much longer, but I’ll be damned if I stopped touching her, “I could play with your soft, pretty cunt for hours. Until the sun goes down. Until you’ve come so hard, so many times, you pass out from exhaustion.”
“Please, please,” Jacqueline whispered against my neck.
“Up to you, love,” I whispered back, “I’m just enjoying myself. You come when you want to.”
“ Shit ,” Jacqueline buried her face in the space between my neck and shoulder, and I groaned from the satisfaction of feeling her start to flutter around my fingers. I slowly inserted another, taking my time to tease her just how she liked.
“I love how you tried to tease me,” I spoke against her hair, her bun that was becoming more disheveled with each movement, “As if I wouldn’t immediately make you pay for it.”
“Leo, please.” She sucked on my shoulder in an attempt to stifle her moans, and I prayed to anyone, anything listening to please let Jacqueline leave her mark on me .
I hummed against her, slowly dragging my fingers into the bottom of her hairline as I started to feel a white-hot pleasure zing down my spine. Shooting up from the backs of my knees.
“You’re going to make me come like this, Jacqueline,” I whispered, “That’s what you do to me. You make me unable to control myself. Fuck .”
Jacqueline’s entire body stiffened, and her inner walls started to flutter erratically before clamping down on my fingers. She was so tight that I almost couldn’t continue to draw out her orgasm. I prevailed, though, sliding them in and out of her just like my cock would, when she tipped over the edge. Grinding my palm against her clit.
Jacqueline whined in my ear as she came, the sound intimate and desperate, and that’s when I groaned into her shoulder and accepted my fate.
I spilled in my pants.
Just like I said I would.
And I had no regrets.