22. Brant
Brant
I’m trailing behind Callie through the glass door when we enter the vacant bullpen.
“This was recently remodeled,” I say.
We’re standing side by side on the wood of the center aisle. Her palms greet her lower back, her eyes scanning the open floor plan when she says, “It’s minimal or go home with all of you, huh?”
She’s referencing the similarities of my office and house.
“It’s clean and uncluttered.” My legs carry me forward, leading us to my cubicle on the left.
“There’s clarity and focus, simplifying the image.
” My palm cups the top of my leather computer chair.
“Come sit,” I suggest, rolling the seat out from under the desk.
Callie grins, her shoulders hiking to her ears as she treads toward me. She spins to sink into my chair, and I scoot her forward so her thighs disappear under the chocolate wood of the desk.
“Ah, I can already feel myself changing into an architect,” she jokes, plucking her phone from her denim jacket.
My eyes snap to the black screen, my stomach knotting in anticipation of Jesse’s name. Not because I feel some sort of loyalty to him. But because there’s a slight chance I’m going to smash the damn phone.
I bend to press the power button on the tower next to her leg. Then I pop up to hover my hand above the mouse. My free palm rests on the arm of the chair at her left side, and I’m caging her in as I say, “When the company is looking, I’ll tell Jared you’re interested in a position.”
“Okay.” She beams. “Let me know when and where I can send my resume.”
I softly laugh as the monitor screen lights up. I click on the Revit software on my desktop, opening a couple files I think she’d be interested in. “This is a custom residential project for Beau Jensen. You know him?”
“Holy shit,” she sighs, her pupils blowing with shock. “How big is this floor plan?”
“Six thousand square feet. He’s a media personality and political candidate. Figured you might’ve heard of him, but either way, I thought that was pretty cool.”
Her head shakes, gaze still trained on the skinny lines of the blueprint. “No.”
“You’ve definitely heard of Elite Form Fitness, yeah?”
“Yes.”
I click on the tab for the gym layout, and her finger darts toward the screen.
“Wait, you designed that gym? Which location?”
“Holbrook.”
“Wow,” she breathes, dropping her hand in her lap. “You’re somethin’ else, Brant. Truly.”
My smile disappears as soon as a low vibration hums beside the keyboard. I skim my eyes over the letters, quick enough to catch Jesse’s name above the incoming text.
But her fingers leap to her phone. Flipping it over to hide the message from my view.
“No, answer him,” I counter.
“I’ll answer him later.”
A surge of adrenaline shoots down my arm, and I take the device from her.
“Brant,” she grits, standing up to face me.
“Let’s see …” I inch a step back before reading the text on the home screen. “Hey babe. Don’t forget to pick up my suits from the dry cleaners today.”
“Goddammit, give it to me!” She snatches the phone from my palm, scowling at me through knitted brows. “Jeez, you’re like a feral animal sometimes.”
“Is that what you want, Callie?” I jerk my chin toward her occupied hand.
“What?”
I pivot my head from her, mouth twitching through a scoffed laugh.
My palm wipes down my prickly chin, only to extend to her when I return my attention her way.
“You want me to order you around?” Envy crawls up my chest, the bitterness filtering out my lungs when I continue on. “Is that what it’s gonna take?”
She shakes her head, her eyes stapled to me with ferocity. “No.”
I step forward, swiping the phone from her loose grip. “Then maybe I’ll respond to him.”
Her palms immediately latch to my forearm. “No, Brant. Stop it!”
She yanks my limb, but her strength is hopeless when I hide my arm behind me.
“What?” I ask harshly, my eyes wildly scanning her face.
“I can demand you steam my dress shirts and pick up my dry cleaning too. Send you on a goose chase around the house to fold all my shit and pick up after me. I’m just as equipped for the job.
Then again, anyone would be when it doesn’t take a hero to do it. ”
Her chest slumps against me as her demeanor thaws. She’s struck speechless. The softness reaches her sage-green depths when she realizes I’m serious.
I’m dead fucking serious.
My throat rolls through the tight knot, and I bring my arm between us. “Of course, I’d just train you out of your bad habits afterward. Sit you in a corner for being so eager to serve me like a fucking maid.”
Her chest hiccups through a breath before she speaks. “I’m allowed to do favors for him. That’s what a relationship is.”
“He doesn’t say ‘please.’” My jaw ticks when I deliver my challenge. “And honestly, Callie? If you keep tossing those stupid-ass remarks my way, I’ll set you straight for that too.”
I slide the phone into her palm, waiting until she secures it in her grip. I pivot to walk away, but her hand seizes mine instead.
A fire kindles between our palms, my gaze dipping to the scene. “What?” I ask.
“I don’t know,” she whispers. Her head wags through the turmoil whirling through her eyes. “I just … I don’t want to leave like this. Not with you. Please.”
I whip my head to the side. Indecision collects in my stomach, curdling higher and higher until it pools in my lungs. But I’m a fool for wasting precious time.
My heart always wins when she’s around.
It never loses.
And it’s no different in this empty office.
I mutter a curse under my breath, my hands cupping her tight waist to spin her around. She falls over the desk on a breath, gripping the edge of it before I hike her flimsy hem up.
The globes of her ass peek out of the cheeky lace, and I harden to steel behind my jeans. My palm drives forward to slap the underside of her ass, the ring of the smack bouncing off the walls.
“Ah!” she gasps, jolting forward as she absorbs the blow.
“Text him back.”
Her head dips as she breathes her next words. “W-what?”
Her creamy flesh flushes a pale red, and my hand delivers another spank in the same spot. The clap of the contact vibrates around us, echoing savagely before I hover over her. “Text him back. Tell him you’re happy to do anything for him,” I say. “Right now.”
I feel her body go rigid under me. Her fingers curl into her palms against the desk. But just as her anger ravels, my fury coils in tandem.
We’re at a stalemate. Neither one of us ready to toss the white flag on the floor.
“Just like your dad, huh?” I taunt, setting my jaw at her ear. “I guess you miss getting those orders barked at you.”
Callie’s head jerks to the side, her back shoving into my chest. “Shut up,” she grits.
“No, you shut up, Cal.” I nudge my torso into her back, firmly planting my hands on the desk so she has nowhere to go.
“I told you to text him, and that’s what you’re gonna do.
” My head shakes with conviction. “Not because of your little daddy issues, but because that’s the difference between Jesse and me. ”
“What is?” she whispers harshly.
My mouth brushes her cheekbone tenderly. The mood transforms instantly, and my posture slacks against her. “I’m worthy of obeying.”
She exhales, feeding off my relaxed demeanor. Like a damn bee collecting pollen.
Then her fingers tap the phone screen. And as soon as she types a message to Jesse, I spank her again.
She moans as she shifts forward with the force of my hand. Her head ducks before lifting to complete her text, several muffled whimpers pouring from her as she does.
Rage bubbles in my chest when she taps the last few letters. Her shaky digits harden my cock at the same time, and once she sends the text off, I strike her ass cheek one last time.
“Fuck,” she whines, breaths spiraling from her.
“Turn around,” I say, lifting off her.
Her fingers slide a loose tendril of hair from her eye. She manages her breathing just as I work my belt open, and I think she’s going to tell me to fuck off. I think she’s going to tell me this is all officially over.
I expect her to call my bluff, but she doesn’t.
She fucking turns and sinks to her knees.
Peering up at me through her lashes, her elegant fingers greet my buckle. I drop my hands at my sides, teeth grinding as I watch her undress me. A shiver ripples down the length of my spine, metal clanking as she unloops the leather strap.
She undoes my button and zipper, resting her left hand on my lower abs. The solitaire band of her ring threatens my concentration, but I spring my hard dick free as I seize her palm in mine.
A breath leaks from her when I wrap her left hand around my cock. My eyes stitch to hers, and I stealthily guide her to pump me. “Little parting gift you can take with you.”
She’s looking up at me, too stunned to utter a single word.
I lift her hand, swiftly dragging the diamond off her finger with my lips. My mouth tosses the jewelry on the floor, only for me to collect her long hair in my hands.
A shudder wracks through her as my fingers graze the back of her neck. I scoop her tendrils into a loose fist, her pouty mouth inching closer to my cock.
Just waiting to be fed.
I stroke myself in my free palm, lightly tugging on her hair in my other. “No, no,” I taunt, “you don’t get a taste. You’re gonna watch.”
She slips her tongue out, slowly wetting her lips. She lifts the hem of my shirt, and the ripples of my lower abs are revealed. Only for her mouth to plant a couple featherlight pecks there.
My skin erupts in flames, and her gaze drops to the head of my dick when I squeeze it. A pressure simmers in my balls, prepared to burst any fucking minute with the way she caresses me with her eyes.
I fist her hair, angling her chin up as I pump myself. Her throat bobs, her eyes expanding with yearning as my lips part.
I drop her hair so the pad of my thumb can toy with her bottom lip. She opens her mouth, and I’m already shoving two fingers inside her velvet warmth.
Her dainty fingers curl around my palm before she teasingly sucks my digits.
My head kicks back on a hiss, brows weaving in ecstasy as she lathers me.
“God, when I get you back, that perfect, little pussy is gonna be so sore, Cal,” I breathe.
My dick stirs through frayed control, and I cradle her chin in my wet fingers.
“And you’re just gonna have to take it.”
She moans when our eyes meet, the vibration snapping my last strand of reserve. My fingers rip from her chin, nudging her jaw away before a whimper slips from her.
The loss of my touch is greater than I anticipated.
Fuck me.
I gently pull her upper arm, and she’s in a standing position before I’m swiveling her around. “Give me somewhere to unload,” I rasp.
Her hands shoot to the hem of her dress. She bunches the satin fabric around her waist, until her tight ass is exposed to me once again.
“Fuck,” I curse, kneading her cheek. She bends over the edge of the desk, stabilizing herself on one palm when I fist my cock ruthlessly.
Her breath tears from her lungs in an uneven rhythm. Her chestnut tresses are tousled wildly, and it’s all I can stand before the pressure hits a boiling point.
I plant my palm beside hers on the desk, my body buckling as I blow onto her ass cheek. Ropes of hot cum slap her flesh through the divine release I’ve waited too fucking long for.
But it still isn’t enough.
My nose nuzzles in the wavy locks at the back of her head. I absorb the final shocks, and the pads of her fingers land on the top of my head.
She flicks my snapback off, running her fingers through my short-clipped hair. I surf a palm to her crotch, my fingers sliding the drenched lace to the side.
I gather her arousal through her pussy lips, only to swipe my cum off her ass cheek right after.
“Open and suck,” I say, hovering my coated digits against her full lips.
She obliges, sucking the tips of my fingers on a broken whimper.
“You remember this? What’s that taste like? Huh?”
“Heaven,” she breathes. “Us.”
I softly curl my hand around her throat, her chin tipping up when my lips graze her cheek.
“I was starting to think your memory was slacking these days.” My teeth nip her earlobe, my lips coasting along the side of her neck.
“You’re bad, Cal. Letting me paint you with my cum before sending you back to him.
I hardly know that innocent girl who never touched herself once in that trailer park. ”
Her fingers skate down the length of her stomach. Her hand lands on her needy cunt, and I lower my arm to secure her quivering belly.
“What’re you thinking about?” My lips are connected to her hot jawline, but my gaze targets the way she rubs her pussy.
“Sunflowers.”
“What else?” I rasp.
“Mmm …” Her lips fold as she suppresses a cry, her head falling back on my shoulder. “Christmas.”
I palm the underside of her thigh, lifting her leg to spread her out. She’s standing on one foot, her trust transferred to me as her knees threaten to buckle.
“I’ll hang those lights year-round in our home,” I promise her. “Eat your pretty pussy out under them just like I shamefully wanted to that night. God, I wanted to so fucking bad, Callie. That’s how perfect you were to me. Every single part of you. You were never ruined.”
Her brows pinch, upper lip twitching as her fingers massage herself faster and faster. “The station wagon.”
“You can ride my cock in the backseat of my Tacoma. I’ll stitch us to the damn seat.”
“Oh god. Oh fuck,” she breathes.
Her hand accelerates as she polishes her cunt off. I snuggle her tighter as she tenses, and then she convulses in my arms.
I worship the way her lips part and eyes seal shut. Her orgasm tears through her, limbs trembling ruthlessly before she’s nothing but a sticky puddle against me.
I gently return her foot to the floor, reaching to the corner of my desk. I pluck a few tissues from the cardboard cube, and then I’m wiping myself off her ass cheek.
Her fingers swipe her hair from her face, adjusting the hem of her dress after. When I tug my pants and boxer briefs over my waist again, I maneuver the computer chair closer to sit down.
My hand finds hers to sink her into my lap. Her back adheres to my chest, her fingers snaking behind to brush my short hair. My lips find the delicate slope of her neck, and those wafts of strawberry are now tainted by the sweet nectar of her pussy.
Both my arms tangle over her belly now. “I can please your heart too,” I murmur, kneading her slim waist in my hands. “I did it once when I had nothing. Ask me what I can do for you now.”
She pivots her head, our eyes cemented amongst a dream-like state.
“Ask me, Cal,” I pant.
Our foreheads kiss, the tip of her nose ghosting mine when I continue.
“Just give it back to me. Come home,” I whisper. “There’s nothing to be scared of anymore.”