Chapter 48
“What are you doing here?” I don’t need to look up from my computer to see Chase standing in the open doorway.
I could feel his presence as soon as he stepped off the elevator, and smell his cologne as he walked closer to my office.
The bergamot and leatherwood scent I find myself wishing for when he’s gone for an extended period of time.
I should have him spray the hoodie I stole since the smell has faded over the past two months.
“I had my final meeting with management since I fulfilled the terms of the agreement.”
Shit. I forgot that was today. My head hasn’t been on straight since the nurse called earlier to schedule my biopsy for next week.
“Right, that was today.” I turn to face him, feeling awful for missing the meeting.
“Grant said you were probably busy working on something else.”
I was working on something, but there’s no excuse for missing that meeting. Definitely not a great look for his new general counsel.
“I’m sorry.” He’s done everything required of him and so much more. The least I could’ve done was be there to support him in this final meeting. Not to mention, I should’ve been in the meeting to represent the club from a legal perspective.
“I came to check on you because my girl doesn’t usually skip things like that without a good reason.” The worry on his face has me feeling even worse. “Seeing you confirms it. What’s going on in that pretty head of yours, Princess?” I start shaking my head before he’s finished with the question.
“I don’t want to talk about it.” He peers down the hallway before pushing off the doorframe and walking into my office. Grabbing the door with his left hand, he closes it behind him.
“What are you doing?” My pulse spikes at the heat in his eyes.
“You said you don’t want to talk about it, so we won’t talk.” The click of the lock reverberates through the room. My breath comes out in short bursts as my clit starts to throb at the prospect of him doing dirty things to me in this office where anyone could walk by and hear us.
“We can’t.” My protest is weak. I need this. I need him to take control. To get me out of my head and into the moment. To let me repent for missing such a crucial moment when he’s been there for me.
“We can.” His feet thud against the floor as he crosses the space and rounds my desk. “You said you were sorry. I can tell you really mean that. But I think you need to show me how sorry you are.”
I swallow heavily, looking up at him where he towers over me in my office chair. He reaches for the arm of the chair, yanking it and me around to face him. “Think you can do that for me, Princess?” He grabs my hand, lifting me out of the chair to stand. My chest brushes against his.
“Yes,” I whimper softly. The friction against my breasts has my nipples pebbling, begging to be touched.
His hand wraps around my throat, tipping my chin up, forcing me to look into his eyes. “Hmmm, you gonna make it up to me?” I lick my lips and nod, too dumbstruck to speak. “Good girl,” he purrs. “Get on your knees.”
Slowly, I lower to my knees in front of him. My skirt is restrictive, so I have to shimmy it up my thighs to allow my legs to bend behind me. I move to take my glasses off in anticipation of what he’s going to ask me to do next.
“The glasses stay on.” He stops my hand. “You’re so fucking sexy in these glasses. It was one of the first things I noticed about you when I walked into your office the day I made my debut. Like a sexy librarian but better.”
“I’ve always been self-conscious about them. It’s why I wear my contacts all the time.” He releases my hand and traces along the rim of my glasses, following the line behind my ear and tucking a piece of hair back with his movement.
“I know. You’re self-conscious about a lot of things for no reason.
Everything about you turns me on. From your big, beautiful brain to your hot-as-fuck glasses, to these tight skirts you wear at work and the hoodie you snuggle in when you don’t think I’m looking.
You went from wearing those cute little silk sleep-sets to my T-shirts, and if that’s not the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen, seeing you on your knees in your office for me sure as fuck would be. ”
I look up at him from my position on my knees, speechless, but feeling like the most desired and beautiful woman in the world as he looks down at me with a mix of tenderness and pure lust in his gaze.
“Take my dick out.”
My eyes dart to the door. I know it’s locked, but what if someone tries to come in? What if someone is out there right now? What if Grant comes by to ask why I missed the meeting and he can’t get in, but someone saw Chase close the door?
“Gabrielle,” Chase growls above me, clasping my chin between his thumb and forefinger to bring my eyes back to his. He never calls me by my full given name. It has me clenching my thighs together. “Take. My. Dick. Out.”
“Yes, sir.” I reach up, pulling on the elastic band of his team workout shorts.
“Careful, baby, you might unlock a kink with that talk.”
I blush at his words. I’ve never been turned on by the idea of calling my partner sir during sex, but hearing his growly tone and his command of my mind and my body, it slipped out.
His cock springs free when I lower the front of his shorts. He helps by pushing the other side down, allowing them to pool at his ankles.
“No underwear for your meeting with the big bosses? Scandalous.” I pump him from base to tip.
“Maybe I was preparing to be staring at you across the table wearing these glasses and this skirt knowing my briefs would be too restrictive for my rock-hard cock I always sport when you’re around.
” He laces his fingers through my hair, gathering it in a makeshift ponytail before dragging me closer.
“Now open up and put that mouth to good use, Princess. You owe me an apology.”
I swipe my tongue, lapping at the precum beading at the tip.
Chase groans. He watches me as I take teasing licks of his head and shaft, then slowly flatten my tongue and drag it up the underside of his cock like I’m taking a taste of an ice cream cone.
I flick the tip of my tongue against the sensitive edge of his tip, maintaining eye contact the entire time.
“Jesus, fuck, Bree. Yes.” His grip in my hair tightens almost painfully when I open and bring him fully into my mouth.
Hollowing out my cheeks, I suck and swallow when he hits the back of my throat.
“That’s it, baby, take me all the way.” I hum in response as he pulls out then back in.
I’m trying to stay in control of the movement, knowing he’s about to take it away from me.
He pulls me off his cock by the hair and a line of spit dribbles out of my mouth.
“I wasn’t done yet,” I whine
“Spit on it,” he ignores my protest.
“That’s gross.” I look up at him with wide eyes. I’ve never spit on it before.
“It’s hot. Do it, Bree. Spit on my dick.
” Gathering spit in my mouth, I lean forward to follow his command.
Having him take control has my pulse thundering in my clit.
I’m wet just listening to him, seeing his toned body towering over me, his hard cock in my face.
This blow job ranks among one of the hottest experiences of my life and we’ve barely even started.
“That’s it, baby,” he praises when I spit on the head of his cock where he holds it for me. “Now use your pretty little hands and get it nice and wet.”
Chase stares at me mesmerized as I work him over, lightly sucking on the head of his cock while my hand pumps over his shaft.
“Fuck, Princess. You should see yourself right now. Hair a mess in my fist. Librarian glasses covering your eyes. The stadium behind you. It’s a good thing we’re on the top floor and no one can see in those windows. What would they think of their lawyer on her knees like a slut for the rookie?”
“Oh my god,” I moan at his filthy words. The throbbing in my clit has me feeling like I could orgasm without being touched. “Shit,” I breathe out trying to focus on him and not on what’s happening to me.
“You’re enjoying this aren’t you?” He pets the side of my face, letting go of his hold on my hair.
“Mm-hmm.” The words come out on another moan as I head closer to climax.
“Hell yeah, you are. Dry humping the air like you want to ride my cock. Your skirt hiked up around your upper thighs teasing me with your pussy just out of view. How wet are you right now?”
I drop a hand to the hem of my skirt, dragging it higher so I can reach my panties and show him how soaked I am for him.
“Wait, not yet.” His words stop me. I release him from my mouth and lean back for a deep breath.
“Please,” I beg on another moan as shivers wrack my body.
“If anyone is touching your pussy, it’s me.
But first, I want to see if you can come like this.
You’re on the edge already. Open up, Princess.
” I open my mouth on reflex. Chase grips both sides of my head, holding me in place.
“Flatten your tongue for me.” I do as he says, opening wider and flattening my tongue.
He starts slow pumping his cock into my open mouth.
“That’s my girl, look at you taking my cock like a good little slut.
Fuck you feel so good, Bree. I’m not going to last.” He throws his head back momentarily and I tap his thigh.
He pulls out instantly making eye contact to make sure I’m okay.
“Eyes on me, Bennett.” Wrapping my hands around his hips, my fingers dig into his ass when I open my mouth wide again, instructing him to start again. Fire flashes in his eyes beneath the brim of his hat.
“Yes, ma’am,” he growls, fucking my face with fervor.
I’m at his mercy and I love it. The throbbing in my clit intensifies.
All I can do is moan and swivel my hips, trying to relieve the ache.
“Come with me, Princess. Let go.” His pace quickens and once he’s seated deeply in my mouth his cock shudders, come sputtering down my throat.
It sets off a chain reaction and I crash over the cliff with him.
“Ahhhh,” I scream around his cock as I come with unexpected force. My whole body shakes. Light flashes behind my eyes.
Chase slowly pulls out of my mouth. He swipes a thumb on the corner of my mouth, collecting the cum that dribbled out when I screamed and he pulled out. He pushes it back in and says, “Swallow.” My breaths come out in short pants as I try to swallow his cum and recover from my orgasm.
He stares at me with a mix of awe and pure lust, a sexy smirk on his face. “You did so well. How did that feel?”
“What are you doing to me?” I huff out a laugh. My god, what is he doing to me? First, I’m letting him command me in my office no less, and then I’m having a spontaneous orgasm from the sound of his voice, his dirty words, and sucking him off.
“Are you okay?” My legs wobble slightly from the angle or the orgasm, I’m not sure, but I cling to him as he helps me off the floor. I nod, still speechless from the entire experience. “Are you sure? I called you some names we’ve never used before and was pretty rough.”
Only this man could be completely relentless and domineering during sex and then reassuringly gentle the next.
“I’m sure. I, um, I kinda liked it.” I hide my face in his chest not ready to fully embrace the confession, but I should’ve known he won’t let it go.
“Yeah? Was it me calling you a little slut or the idea that someone could see us that turned you on?”
“Chase,” I moan into his neck as he takes my ass in his palms.
“I think you liked both. My sexy girl secretly likes when I call her a slut. The idea of someone walking in or looking in through a window as you choked on my cock was just an added bonus to take you over the edge.”
“Oh my god, can we not?” My cheeks feel hot at my embarrassment. Only this man could take me from turned on to a blushing, shy girl in a minute, and I love him for it.