Screwed

Chapter Seven

Shawn

Reading over the report on my desk, I flip the page and it’s blank. “Son of a bitch,” I yell and toss it across my office. I hit the intercom telling my secretary to get in here.

She pushes open the door with a smile. “Did you need something Mr. Tate?”

“Monica,” I start.

“It’s Romona,” she corrects.

I fold my hands on my desk. “Whatever. Do you think you could reprint me the Johnson report and this time print the whole fucking thing?” I bark at her.

“Of course, I’m so sorry Mr. Tate. I’ll do that right away,” she rushes out.

“You can’t even seem to follow simple instructions for Christ’s sake. Get this wrong and I will fire you for someone with half a brain,” I call out to her before she closes the door.

Scrubbing my face, I lean back in my black leather chair.

I’ve been so wound up since coming back to work.

The only time I feel myself start to relax is when Jana is around.

Just thinking of her brings a grin to my face or maybe it’s the thoughts of what we did last night.

Fucking her in the hot tub, after she sucked my cock poolside.

Her naked wet body pressed up against mine while she straddled me was sexy as hell.

The last few days have been great with her. Since we both went back to work, she wasn’t sure how we could still play this game. Meeting up with her during her lunch break, pretending to be a maintenance man and fucking her in the nurses’ breakroom, was well played out.

“Here is the report, Mr. Tate. I’ve made sure it’s the whole thing this time. I’m really sorry,” what’s her name says, handing me the report.

I grab it from her and place it down on my desk. “That’s all, get out,” I mumble.

She rushes out, closing the door behind her. Not wanting to waste another moment, I dive right back into the report so I can figure out my next move.

It takes nearly four hours to finish everything for the Johnson project, but it’s done. Now it’s time for some lunch. I order some Chinese food while I save everything on my computer.

“Mr. Tate, someone’s here to see you,” my useless secretary says through the intercom.

“If they don’t have an appointment and obviously, they don’t, send them away,” I reply with anger in my voice.

My door pushes open and Jana walks in with a smile and a short black jacket.

“She said she was your sister and it was imperative she talk with you sir,” secretary girl says.

My eyes run up and down Jana’s body and I raise an eyebrow. “Why the fuck would you tell her you’re my sister?” I growl.

Slowly walking toward my desk as the secretary leaves the room, Jana shrugs. “Makes it more exciting.”

Right before she reaches my desk, she unties her jacket, letting it hang open. “Fuck,” I hiss.

She’s got on the sexiest nurses uniform I’ve ever seen.

Her tits are spilling out the top, exposing her bright red bra.

There isn’t much to the uniform, but what is there is tight to her body.

My eyes move down her legs landing on the red fuck me heels she’s got on.

My entire body takes notice, my cock pressing on the zipper of my pants.

“You requested a house call,” she purrs out, pushing the jacket off.

“I did. I’m having a problem and I need some professional help,” I say, unbuttoning my pants.

She walks behind my desk and stares down at me. “What seems to be the problem, sir?”

I free my cock and run a hand up and down it lightly, looking up at her. “I can’t seem to get my hard cock to go away. I’m really hoping you have a way to help me.”

She drops down to her knees and runs her hands up my thighs. “I might have an idea that could work. I’m going to need you to sit still while I do this though, sir,” she says, licking her lips.

Leaning forward, she wraps her mouth around the tip of my dick and I briefly close my eyes. Little by little she takes in more of my cock and I can’t pull my eyes away. She begins to move her warm mouth up and down, going a bit faster each time.

“Oh fuck yes, Jana,” I grunt, sinking my fingers into her long strands of brown hair.

“Mr. Tate, your lunch,” comes blaring through the intercom from my secretary.

Jana stops and looks up at me with wide eyes.

“You’re not going to stop, just move under my desk a bit,” I say, turning my chair.

She complies and crawls slightly under my desk. “What if she comes on this side,” she questions.

“Then she will be wondering why my sister is sucking my cock. Now get back into character and stop worrying,” I demand.

She licks a path from my balls up to the tip of my cock and grins at me. “Just a bit longer sir and I’ll have taken care of your problem.”

Dragging my thumb across her bottom lip, I nod. “Good girl.” She gets right back to sucking my hard on and I press the intercom. “Bring it in,” I tell my secretary. Looking down at Jana I grin. “Do not stop, she’s going to stay until I come down your throat.”

The door pushes open and Romona, or whoever brings my lunch over to my desk. “Anything else you need Mr. Tate?” My hips buck as Jana picks up her speed.

“Yes, I need you to go over to the filing cabinet and find me the Dickson file,” I command.

“Yes, sir,” she says, rushing over.

Jana cups my balls in her tiny hand and I let out a growl, causing Romona to turn around.

She quickly turns away when I lift an eyebrow.

I reach one hand under my desk and wrap it in Jana’s hair, as I fuck her mouth.

The closer I get to my release the faster I go.

She moans, sending vibrations down my cock and I nearly come.

“Are you sure there is a Dickson file, Mr. Tate? And did your sister leave?” Romona questions.

“Keep going,” I groan out, meaning Jana, but Romona spins around to continue to look for the imaginary file.

I’m so fucking close and I wrap my other hand in her hair now. I fuck her mouth hard and fast. She doesn’t fight it, doesn’t gag, just takes what I give her. One last moan from her and I explode in her mouth. I tightly hold her hair as she swallows down every drop I release.

“Fuck,” I growl, unable to control myself. When Romona looks over I move one hand to my hair, running it through. “That file is in New York. You can go now.” She closes the drawer and quickly leaves.

I back my chair out a bit and look down at Jana. She smiles up at me and licks her plump bottom lip. “Your problem is taken care of, sir.”

I pull her up off the floor and have her sit on my lap.

“Such a good nurse,” I say before slamming my mouth to hers.

Kissing isn’t something I do after a fantasy is played out, but with Jana it’s different.

Breaking the kiss, I glance at the clock.

“Jana, lunch is almost over soon, but I need the image of you screaming your orgasm on this desk.”

Standing with her, I sit her down on the edge of my desk and pull her panties off. Pushing her legs apart, I feel how wet she is. “Oh Shawn,” she moans out from my simple touch.

I have her lay back and push my pants to the floor, quickly rolling on a condom. Normally I’m not ready to go again so soon, but with her I’m as hard as a rock. “This is going to be hard and fast sweetheart,” I whisper as I grab her legs hooking them over my shoulders.

Without any warning I slam into her, causing her to scream out. Holding tightly onto her legs, I pump into her, watching her tits bounce from the force. Fucking her on my desk is the sexiest image I’ve ever had and one that will play over and over in my mind.

“I’m so close,” she groans.

“You feel so fucking good, Jana. I can’t get enough of this tight pussy. Come on me sweetheart,” I order, rubbing her clit.

I slam into her a few more times and she explodes, shouting my name as her orgasm grabs ahold of her. I follow right behind and continue to pump into her until I’ve got nothing left.

Opening her bright green eyes, she smiles up at me. “Best lunch break I’ve ever had.”

Pulling out of her, I pick up her panties handing them back as I tuck my cock away. “Fuck yes it was.” I help her stand and brush the hair off her face. “I’m making you dinner tonight, so make sure you’re home by seven.”

She pushes up on her toes and kisses my cheek. “Sounds good.” Walking over she picks her coat up and puts it back on. Tying it closed, she winks at me. “I’ll see you tonight.”

I nod as I walk back to my desk, avoiding eye contact. I’m breaking too many of my own rules as it is with her. Watching her walk away is not going to be another.

Once I hear the door close, I look up and grin.

**

I’m finishing up dinner, roasted chicken with potatoes, fresh vegetables and a spring salad, waiting for Jana to get home.

Cooking dinner for a woman is something I’ve never done, but considering we are living in the same house right now, it means nothing.

We both need to eat. I grab the organic juice I bought her, chicks dig organic shit, and pour her a glass.

I check the clock when the front door closes. “I hope you have a good reason for being late,” I yell out to her.

She walks into the kitchen, tears running down her beautiful face, looking completely defeated. “One of my favorite patients passed away,” she whispers, tears falling faster.

Without a thought, I wrap my arms around her and let her cry on my chest. Running my hand down her hair, I kiss the top of her head. “Damn, I’m sorry Jana.”

She fists my shirt in her hands and we stay like this until she stops crying. Lifting her head to look at me, one last tear falls. “You’d think after all this time I’d be used to it, but it crushes me every time I lose one.”

Wiping her tear, I kiss her salty lips. “That’s the kind of heart you have. You hurt when bad things happen.”

Searching my eyes, she moves her hand into my hair. “Don’t you hurt when bad things happen, Shawn?”

Feeling like a complete asshole, I tell her the truth. “No.”

“Why?” she whispers.

I press my lips to hers once more and grin. “Why don’t you go change. When you’re ready, we can sit down and eat this dinner I made,” I say.

Nodding her head, she pulls out of my arms and goes to her room.

I set everything up on the island and pour us each a glass of wine, foregoing the juice. Just as I’m about to give up on her returning, she comes into the kitchen in sweats. Normally, that is something that wouldn’t even have me giving a second glance, but on Jana, it’s sexy as hell.

“This looks amazing, Shawn. Thank you,” she says sitting down.

I make her a plate and place it in front of her. “Hopefully, it tastes as good.”

She gives me a small smile and sips her wine. “Everything you make tastes delicious.”

Dinner is eaten in silence as we both seem to have a lot going through our heads. I peek over at her and she has finished her food and is drinking her wine. I don’t know how to deal with a sad woman. The emotional part of the relationship is not what I do.

“Jana, what do you normally do when you’re upset?” I ask.

“I watch a comedy and drink,” she quietly says.

Christ watch a movie. I haven’t sat through a movie in years. If I’m not fucking, I’m working. “Come on,” I say, standing up.

“Shawn, I’m having a lot of fun with you, I really am. But right now I’m not in any kind of mood to play out a fantasy,” she says.

I grab her hand and she follows me into the living room. “Sit down, Jana.” She does, pulling a throw pillow against her. “What movie do you want to watch?”

A smile starts to spread across her face. “You’re going to watch a movie with me?”

I sit down next to her and lift my shoulders. “Sure.”

For the next two hours we watch Talladega Nights. For the first time in years, I find myself laughing. Jana is sitting next to me, laughing just as hard, with her hand on my thigh. Every so often, I peek over at her, watching her sadness slowly start to disappear.

When the movie is over, she straddles my lap and softly kisses me. “Thank you, Shawn,” she whispers.

Moving my hands to her ass, I smile. “You can thank me another time.”

She laughs, shaking her head. “It’s always about sex with you.”

“I think we’ve established that,” I reply with a grin.

Taking a deep breath, she chews her lip. “So, if I asked you to my bed, would you come if you knew nothing was going to happen?”

“No.”

“I’ve slept in your bed,” she says, dipping her eyebrows.

Moving my hands into her hair, I lightly pull.

“Jana, I allowed you to sleep in my bed after we played out a fantasy. Sleeping in your bed, because you want someone to hold you, that’s not me.

I told you relationships aren’t something I do.

Sleeping with you is something a boyfriend would do, and I’m not your boyfriend. ”

“Why are you so against relationships? We’ve all been screwed over Shawn, you act as if she stole your heart,” she whispers.

I stand up and place her on the floor. “Go to bed, Jana. I’ve got work I need to do,” I say, walking past her.

Going into my room, I close the door and sit down on the bed. Dropping my head into my hands, I sigh. Why do girls do this? Why do they always want more than I can offer?