15. Max
Iheard the sternness in my voice, and I almost apologized for it. That was until I saw something flash across her face. It was like something clicked in her mind and settled into place. She was taken aback, but not by what I’d said. She was taken aback by how it made her want to listen.
Isabelladidn’t take her wide eyes off mine as she lowered to sit on the couch. I loved what she looked like from this angle. Chin tilted up, throat exposed, brown eyes wide, full mouth parted.
Itwas a delicious sight.
I wish someone would just tell me what to do.
I’dheard her say it plenty of times, and I’d wondered if it would work in a different context. Isabella wasn’t someone who actually wanted to be told what to do with her life, but in this way . . . maybe. I shouldn’t be surprised. It was always girls like Isabella who liked to be told what to do in the bedroom. And the truth was, I thought it might help her let go and stop overthinking.
Whenshe’d come into the club tonight, I’d immediately known something was off. The normally confident and carefree Isabella was anxious and annoyed. Something had rattled her. And now I knew. She’d spilled out her anxieties and fears as she’d paced the office floor, and I’d soaked up every word.
Itwas funny how we both felt inadequate. Her, a trust fund girl with every resource at her disposal, and me, a kid of working-class parents who had no clue about the world I was in every day. I had wondered if I could help her. I wanted to shut off her brain so she could just be for a bit.
Andso I would play that part.
Istood above her as she sat. Rooted to my spot, just watching her for a bit. Letting her wait out my next move. I straightened my tie and slowly walked over to her. I made it to the couch in two strides. This office was almost painfully small.
Ireached forward and tucked a stray curl behind her ear, her hair coarse on my fingers. My thumb lingered down her soft cheeks, over her jaw, and rubbed across her bottom lip. Her skin was chapped from where she’d been chewing on her bottom lip all evening. Her chest rose, and god, I wanted to strip her naked so I could see all of her.
“I’ve always wondered what your mouth would feel like wrapped around my cock.” Her response was a small flare of her eyes and a look that told me she was begging for me to turn off her brain.
Ihadn’t known heartbreak brought her home. It killed me that there was some guy out there who had convinced Isabella she was anything less than worthy of the world. I made it a point to never pity the insanely wealthy, but I could begin to see the pain of being directionless in Isabella. To have access to do anything in the world and still not be called to anything. I have to imagine that feels incredibly empty.
Well, allow me to shut that off for her.
Ichecked my watch. “We have less than twenty minutes before the evening cleaning crew comes in to start their nightly routine.” I wrapped my hand around her chin and tugged slightly. “And before that happens, I’m going to come down your throat.”
Iheard the sharp intake of her breath and watched as her eyes flicked over to the open office door, and still, she said nothing.
“I’m not going to close the door. You’re going to take my cock out and lick it,” I said, looking down at her. Her eyes were so wide and full of lust. I couldn’t tell if she was about to tell me to fuck off or actually suck my cock. She swallowed loudly.
Ismiled down at her as she moved her hands to undo my belt, her fingers graceful on my buckle. The sound of my zipper sliding down ricocheted off the concrete walls. Right now, we were alone until the cleaning crew came through. They liked to start upstairs, but they used this hallway to enter the building. Soon, the back door would bang open and the chatter of the crew would break our little bubble. But for now, Isabella was all mine.
Isucked in a breath as I felt her fingers wrap around my cock. All of my blood had rushed straight to it the second she’d sat down on the couch, following my first demand. Her fingers didn’t meet as she wrapped her slender hand around me.
“That’s it. Grip it,” I said, and I smiled as she obeyed. “Stick your tongue out.” She did, and I rubbed myself all over her tongue. She was no doubt tasting the salty liquid already on my tip.
“Good girl.” I hummed my approval from above, and Isabella relaxed a bit below me. So she wanted to be praised as much as she wanted to be directed? Got it.
“Eyes up here,” I said, and she listened, looking up at me. “Now, open your mouth wide.”
Andgoddammit, Isabella listened. I slid my wet cock past her lips and into the warmth of her mouth. I wasn’t going to last long. I placed a hand on the back of her head and gripped her hair, guiding her down on me.
“Fuck, you take me so good.” I felt her murmur against me. The vibrations sent a shiver down my legs. The sound of my cock sliding in and out of her mouth filled the office. The noise was filthy and crass, and I wanted to bottle it up to listen to it for the rest of my life. If someone came down the hall now, there was no doubt they would hear.
Iwas breaking about a million rules at this moment. I couldn’t decide which was worse: disobeying the bro code or the inevitable sexual harassment laws on the line. But my cock felt at home in between Isabella’s lips, and I wanted to come down her throat so badly I wouldn’t stop even if Dominic called my name.
Ipulled Isabella’s hair back a bit more, to get it out of her face, and like the good girl she was, she kept her eyes up and locked on mine.
“Next time, I’m going to take my time with you, but for now, you’re going to let me fuck your face and come down your throat, okay?” I felt her nod slightly, never pulling back. I slid myself out of her mouth. “Catch your breath for me.”
Herlips were swollen, her cheeks flushed, and god, I could’ve come from the sight of that alone. I waited as long as I could for her to catch her breath and get ready for me before I said, “Open.”
Andshe did. I gripped the back of her head as I shoved my cock in her mouth and pumped myself inside of her. Tears pricked at her eyes, but she kept her focus.
“Oh fuck, baby, you’re so goddamn beautiful.” I couldn’t help the words that tumbled out of my mouth, and I hoped this felt as freeing for Isabella as it did for me. She relaxed her mouth a bit more and gave me the space I needed to get a little deeper.
Shekept one hand wrapped around me, but the other she threaded up and reached for my tie. She tugged on the fabric, bunching in between her hands to steady herself. I remember the feeling when we were down in the cellar. LikeI wanted her to climb into my skin.
Iwatched her every movement, creating a snapshot in my mind for the next time I needed to jerk off. Isabella was every man’s wet dream, and I wasn’t sure why she, of all people, didn’t see that. FuckNikos. But also, thank you, Nikos, for sending her back home. To me.
Withmy orgasm building in my belly, I was about to explode. I slowed as I found my release, and my cock pulsed inside her mouth. “Take it all, Isabella, I want you to swallow every last bit of me.”
Andshe did. I felt her throat flex as my cock sat in her mouth. I never wanted to leave. This was where I belonged. Inside her. I finally pulled myself out of her mouth and tucked myself back into my pants, pulling up the zipper and tucking in my shirt. I knelt down in front of Isabella as she sat on the edge of the couch, catching her breath. Her chest was flushed, and her lips were swollen.
Igrazed her bottom lip with my thumb again. “You did such a good job, I’m so proud of you.” I reached behind me for a bottle of water, twisted the cap off, and handed it to her. “Here, drink this, you need to rehydrate.”
Shebrought the bottle to her lips and started drinking. She was such a good listener. I would need to make sure to stop and get her some food before I dropped her off at home. Isabella chugged half the bottle before pulling it away from her mouth and catching her breath.
“Shit, you’re not sick are you, Iz?” Dominic’s voice caught us both off guard as we looked over to where he stood in the doorway. He must have stayed late tonight to work upstairs. “You look all feverish or something.”
Isabellasmiled at her brother. “Nope, not sick, just couldn’t breathe there for a minute. I’m good now.”
Igrinned down at my feet as I stood. Yeah, she couldn’t breathe all right. Because one of his best friends just had his cock shoved down his sister’s throat.
“All right, I’m heading out finally,” Dominic said as he made his way down the hall and out the side door. “See you guys later,” he said through a yawn.
Isabellaflicked her eyes up to me with a knowing look, fighting back a smile. We had most certainly broken past some invisible line in the sand tonight. There was no undoing that.
Iheld my hand out for her to take, and she did, smoothing her skirt on the way up.
“Um, I’m ready to get home. I’m going to call my driver,” she said as she reached down for her phone tucked away in my bag.
“I’m taking you home, Isabella,” I said. “We’ll stop and get you something to eat, then I’ll drop you off at your parents’.”
Shenodded and let me guide her out of the office, my hand on the small of her back. I waited as she put her high heels back on and nearly scooped her up in my arms when she flinched as her feet got buckled back in.
“Bring shoes to change into tomorrow; you shouldn’t be wearing those after your shift,” I said.
“But they look so cute,” Isabella said as she wiggled her foot out for me to see.
“They are cute, but your feet are sore, sweetie. You need comfy shoes for when you’re off the floor.” I kissed the top of her head as she pushed through the side door and out into the cool night air.
Ilingered outside the club, the cool night air a sharp contrast to the warmth of the memories swirling inside me. My car was parked a few strides away, and with a press of a button, the headlights blinked, signaling Isabella to its location. As she approached, I opened the passenger door for her, a small gesture, but one filled with the unspoken electricity that had charged our evening.
“I could do that myself, you know.” Isabella’s voice was soft, almost playful, as I leaned across her to fasten her seatbelt.
“Where’s the fun in that?” The moment lingered, a mix of courtesy and intimacy, as my fingers brushed against her thigh. The door clicked shut, sealing us together for the journey back to her parents’ house.
Aswe settled into the drive, the quiet hum of the engine accompanied my racing thoughts. Isabella intrigued me in ways I couldn’t have predicted. There was a depth to our connection, a blend of vulnerability and resilience in her that called to deeper parts of myself. I used to think my attraction to her was leftover feelings from my childhood crush but getting to know her now, as a woman, felt like rediscovering her all over again.
Withsome years and life experiences under my belt, I found myself drawn to her in a new, more intense way. Keeping a professional distance was becoming a challenge, especially as I came to admire not just the confident air she projected but also the way her mind seemed to dance with ideas. Her blend of introspection and outward confidence fascinated me, and I was eager to see where this growing connection might lead.
Glancingher way, I noticed her thoughtful gaze, likely piecing together the evening’s revelations. “You okay?” I broke the silence, the weight of the night pressing between us.
“Yeah, just . . . thinking.” Her reply was hesitant but open, a door ajar to conversations yet to be had.
Aswe navigated the quiet streets, the silence became a canvas for reflection. “About tonight . . . or the message?” I ventured, touching upon the unaddressed tension Nikos’s message had introduced earlier.
Shesighed, a mix of frustration and relief. “Both, I guess. It’s strange, Nikos’s life moving in a direction I once thought might include me. But now . . .” She trailed off, her voice softening. “When we broke up, he said some things that kind of hit home because maybe they are more true than I thought. I’m starting to wonder if he actually knew me better than I gave him credit for.”
Ilistened, letting her words hang between us for a moment. ThenI offered gently, “Well, all I’ll say is it’s completely okay to change our minds about who we are and what we seek out of life, at any point in time. Whether we envisioned a certain life for ourselves last week or have held onto a vision for years, our feelings and desires are allowed to evolve. The fact that you’re yearning for something different now, compared to a few years ago, doesn’t make your current desires any less valid or real.”
Hergaze met mine, a silent acknowledgment passing through her eyes as she processed my words, perhaps finding in them a semblance of comfort or perhaps a new way to view her unfolding journey. The moment lingered, heavy with unspoken understanding, before she shifted, breaking the intensity with a light chuckle.
“So, speaking of unfolding journeys,” Isabella began, her tone shifting toward curiosity and excitement, “how’s everything coming along with the MirageGuild? It’s only a few months away from opening, right?”
“Yeah, it’s getting real,” I replied, feeling a mix of anticipation and nerves. “Honestly, I’m pretty nervous about the sommelier exam, but your flashcards have been a lifesaver. I don’t think I’d be as prepared without them.”
Shesmiled, pleased to have been able to help. “I’m glad they’re useful. And, you’re going to ace that exam, no doubt about it.”
“And you, Ms. EventCoordinator extraordinaire, how are you feeling about stepping into your new role more officially?”
Isabellabeamed, a sparkle of pride in her eyes. “Honestly? I’m thrilled. It feels like everything is falling into place. Getting to focus on event planning, especially at a place as unique as the MirageGuild, is really a dream come true. I can’t wait to see what we can create together.”
Herexcitement was infectious, and for a moment, my own concerns melted away. TheMirageGuild was not just a project. It was the beginning of a new chapter for both of us, one where our individual strengths would come together to create something unforgettable.
Sittingthere, under the soft glow of the streetlights, we were on the cusp of something new, something undefined but full of potential. The earlier tensions seemed distant, overshadowed by the mutual understanding and anticipation of what was to come.
Witha reluctant sigh, Isabella turned to me. “I should probably get inside. But tonight . . . thank you, Max. For listening, for understanding.”
Ireached for her hand, squeezing it gently. “Always, Isabella. And hey, whatever happens, we’ll figure it out. Together.”
Shesmiled, that radiant smile that had first caught my eye, and with a nod, she exited the car. I watched her until she disappeared inside, the door closing softly behind her.
Alone, I let out a breath, releasing some tension in my chest. The night had taken turns I hadn’t expected, but as I drove away, my thoughts were clear. Whatever lay ahead for Isabella and me, for the MirageGuild, I was ready. Ready to face it head-on, together.