15. Jake #2
We hold our locked gazes for a beat, a new comfort settling in between us. Perhaps this is level two.
“Yeah. See you tomorrow.” I pat the inside of the window and send him off.
I watch him drive away, then scan the parking lot. It’s nearly empty now that the rest of the team has gone home. Except for one car. A certain Mercedes.
My mouth curves up. I jog up the steps and into the front office suites. The hallways are dark, but light is spilling out of Campbell’s office. I pause at her door to find her hunched over her desk, completely locked into some project on her laptop.
“Still working?” I ask, leaning against the doorframe.
She jumps slightly, looking up, a beautiful flush hitting her cheeks. “Jake. Hey. Yeah, I’m trying to finish this lifestyle angle on this pitch deck. I want to sell people on the experience out here. Pull in some of the local dude ranches for weekend getaway packages.”
I chuckle, walking inside and shutting the door behind me. I take care to turn the lock. “Weekend getaway packages? Sounds a little bougie for minor league baseball.”
Campbell pouts playfully, crossing her arms and spinning in her chair. “It’s modern marketing, Jake. It expands our demographic.”
“I’m just teasing,” I say, walking closer. “It’s damn good. I love it.”
I round her desk, and before she can say a word, I scoop her right out of her executive chair, then sit down in it myself, plopping her straight down onto my lap.
She lets out a breathy laugh, immediately covering her mouth. “Jake! Someone might see.”
“Nobody is around,” I murmur, my hands resting on her hips. I nip at her ear, and she quivers. “Besides, I locked the door just in case.”
“I have work to finish,” she protests, though she isn’t making any move to get up.
“Go ahead. I’ll just wait,” I say, my voice dropping as I kiss the curve of her neck. “I’ll even give you a massage while you work.”
She gives me a hard, melting look, her dark eyes searching mine, but she doesn’t turn down the offer. She turns her torso back toward her laptop instead, her fingers hovering over the keys, trying to pretend she’s focusing.
I don’t let her.
My fingers move to the top button of her blouse. I undo it. Then the next.
“You seem like you’re a bit hot in here,” I tease.
“Mmm, I am,” she hums.
She’s into this.
Her typing slows to a crawl as I slip my hands inside the silk fabric of her blouse, sliding them over the smooth, burning skin of her ribs until I’m cupping her breasts. She lets out a soft moan, squirming against my lap, which only drives my hard length firmer against her ass.
I reach inside her bra, pulling the cups down, and pinch her aching nipples between my fingers.
“Go on. You have work to do,” I say, my tongue taking a swipe at her skin as she leans her head to one side.
I roll her nipples again, and she gasps, her head falling back against my shoulder. She completely abandons the laptop, and her legs part instinctively.
I slide my hands down, hiking her skirt up past her hips. My fingers trail up the smooth, bare skin of her inner thighs, finding the damp lace of her panties. I slip two fingers inside her, finding her completely soaked, and she whimpers, arching into my touch.
“Fuck me, if you keep writhing like that in my lap, I’m going to be in trouble,” I groan in her ear.
“Then maybe you should do just that,” she utters. Her head turns just enough that our lips nearly touch.
“Do what?”
I know what.
“Fuck me.”
And that’s all I need.
I hook my thumbs into the lace and coax her panties down her legs until they’re discarded on the floor.
I unzip my jeans as Campbell lifts up, pulling out my cock, thick and ready. I feel along the side of my pants, in search of my wallet, and I flip it out on her desk.
“Do you really keep a condom in there like a teenager?” she teases, her ass flirting with the tip of my cock as she shifts in my lap. Our eyes meet.
“Are you not glad I have a condom in my wallet?”
She swallows hard and licks her lips.
“Good point,” she says, fishing out the foil packet and standing to slip the sheath down my length.
The moment it’s on, I grip her hips, aligning us so she can sit back on my lap and take every inch of my cock in her soaking wet pussy.
She slides down my shaft slowly at first, one agonizingly perfect motion that stretches her wide.
“My God, that’s good,” I say against the curve of her neck.
She lifts up again, then sinks back down on me, and I swear I’m deeper than I was before.
“Oh God, Jake!” she yelps, lifting herself up again.
She leans forward, resting her arms on her desktop and bouncing on my cock, our skin slapping, her whimpers a constant hum. I thrust up into her, meeting her every move, and the friction is so good that I don’t know how much longer I can fuck like this without ruining the only condom I’ve got.
“Face me,” I command. She lifts up from my cock and hikes her skirt completely before straddling my lap and taking my length back inside.
She buries her face in my neck to muffle her screams as I lift and drop her, rocking my hips up to meet her, my hands gripping her bare ass.
We fuck hard, my teeth tearing a hole in her blouse to get access to her bare tits.
My mouth covers her hard nipple, and I swirl my tongue around the pebbled peak as she begins to fall apart in my lap.
“That’s right, baby. Come for me.” I lift her up and set her ass on the edge of her desk, shoving her laptop out of the way to give us room.
I pump into her a few more times, hard and deep, my body leaning over hers as she falls back on her elbows.
In seconds, I send her into bliss, her gasps so loud I’m sure the cleaning staff is rolling in laughter somewhere downstairs, or perhaps, simply, enjoying the audio show.
I follow only seconds behind her, my groans just as audacious.
I lift her back to my lap, her damp, sweat-covered body stuck to mine as our muscles buzz from the harsh comedown.
“That was a nice surprise,” she says, tipping her chin up enough for our eyes to meet.
“I won’t tell the boss if you still want to claim the overtime,” I tease.
She chuckles, then play-slaps at my chest before slipping from my lap to compose herself and hunt down her panties.
I tie the condom in a knot and dispose of it in a discarded coffee cup in her trash can. I don’t want anyone to see it, though, so I pull out the trash bag out of her bin and tie it up as well.
“I can’t seem to get the buttons right again,” she says, a playful sigh leaving her lips.
I steady myself in front of her and adjust her collar first, smoothing down the rest of her blouse before slowly buttoning it back up. I’m on the final button when my eyes drift over her shoulder to a piece of paper with a familiar icon emblazoned at the top, sitting out on her desk.
My hands freeze.
“Hey,” I say, my voice suddenly tight. I swallow down the tiny knives now in my esophagus. “What’s this?”
Campbell tenses under my hands, her eyes landing on the paper in question.
“That logo,” I say, pointing a finger at it. “My grandpa just got a legal notice today from a firm with that exact same logo on the letterhead. It said the town is trying to take my mom’s house under eminent domain.”
Campbell freezes, and though she doesn’t turn to face me completely, I can see enough of her face to notice the color draining out.
“Jake…” she whispers, swallowing hard. Her eyes finally reach mine, and they’re wide and full of panic. “You have to give me time. I’ll look into it.”
I narrow my eyes, a cold knot forming in my gut. “Do you know something about this?”
I reach over her and spin the page on her desk, turning it so the logo faces the right direction.
“Not for certain,” she says quickly, her voice trembling. She reaches out, gripping my forearm with one hand and nudging my jaw with her other hand until our eyes meet again. “But I promise you, the second I know anything for certain, I’ll tell you. Please, just trust me.”
I look down at her. Everything in my past tells me to put my walls up, to suspect she’s hiding something sinister from me.
That this is all a grand illusion set up to distract me while slowly, everything I love is torn away.
But as I look into her eyes, I feel this powerful, terrifying pull of trust. It’s a weight in my chest that tells me this isn’t just a locker-room hookup or a good time, not that it ever was.
Fucking hell.
I’m falling for her.
“All right,” I say softly, meeting her nod with my own. “I trust you.”
And I pray those words don’t come back to haunt me.