26. Samuel
Iwonder if Ruby remembers what she said last night. Judging by the state I found her in, probably not. It’s better this way, especially when I think back to the discussion we had after she snuck out to go clubbing.
I shouldn’t let her drink anymore. Firstly, she’s a lightweight, and secondly, the things she says when she’s drunk always get me in some kind of trouble.
But since she’s out cold, I’m going to use the day to catch up on work. Unlike her, I am not a train wreck after last night. It should concern me that my body can handle those amounts of alcohol without even struggling. I really need to dial that back on that when I get back to base.
Getting back to base.
Another thing I don’t want to think about. How I could let myself get so entangled in this mess is beyond me.
I check on Ruby from time to time, but she sleeps through most of the day. When I bring a bowl of salad to her room in the afternoon, she turns so white that I take it back to the kitchen.
But when I bring her a sandwich in the evening, she looks at least slightly better. I was worried that we need to get her an IV drip or some shit like that.
Since I had my peace the whole day, I got through most of the transcribed calls, at least the ones that didn’t need to be translated. Late at night, Max calls me and I update him, leaving out a few details I know would get me mocked.
I ask him to find out more about the disappearance of Ruby’s mom, and I specifically tell him I want him to do the research and not Charlie. Even though I’m not even sure if I’ll ever tell Ruby about my findings. It would be difficult to explain why I have access to information like that.
Apart from that, I decide to do a bit of research tomorrow. Early in the morning, when Ruby is still deep asleep.
Somehow, I put off breaking into her father’s office until now. She caught me once, and after that, I didn’t try it anymore.
We got a lot of intel after her date at the country club, and a small part of me doesn’t want to get into his office, knowing that I’d probably find enough stuff that would justify ending this mission right there and then.
But Rockwell started asking too many questions, and I started to run out of good excuses. Apart from that, I can’t hold off on this forever. Sooner or later, I have to get in there. And eventually, I have to get my ass out of this house, but that’s a bridge I cross when I get to it.
When I leave my room the next morning, I stop in front of Ruby’s door to make sure that there’s no sound coming from inside. She seems to be asleep, the little sloth.
Since this isn’t the first time I’ve tried to open the lock on her father”s office door, I was clever enough to bring one of the lock picks from my room. A second later, I’m standing in his spacious office.
It looks just like I imagined it, maybe even worse. A supervillain fantasy that came to life, with a massive redwood table in the back end of the room, the stale smell of cigars still lingering in the air.
The Chesterfield couch that stands in front of the windows looks vintage and expensive, and I can’t help but imagine how Ruby’s body would look bent over the armrest.
As if this isn’t the last place in this house where I should fuck her.
Who am I kidding, there’s no place in this house where I should fuck her, no place in this universe where it would be a good idea, but my resolve, or the tiny slivers that are left of it, weaken with every passing day. Especially after we went out to eat.
I’ve given her too much freedom, allowed her to get too close to me.
But back to the task at hand, because I didn’t break into this room to daydream about Ruby. I can do that in my room. It would certainly be less dangerous.
My eyes land on a huge elephant tusk mount that stands on the shelf behind the desk. I scoff, not surprised about her father having an affinity for hunting down endangered species.
Even here, in this room that reeks of his personality, there isn’t a single picture of Ruby. While he kept up the sleazy but nice CEO act the few times I interacted with him, my research made it obvious that he is anything but a good man. Again, not really surprising, otherwise he wouldn’t have been on our radar for years.
The chair behind the desk is also a Chesterfield. It’s damn comfortable and I think Mr. Barron’s choice of furniture is one of the few things I have to agree with.
Carefully, I run my fingers over the drawers of his desk before I open the first one. It’s empty apart from a few cigars that roll around in it. Makes me wonder if he does anything apart from smoking in this office. Probably not.
The next three drawers are also empty, and that’s a bad sign. There’s still the possibility that he stores the important stuff elsewhere, or maybe he’s just against paper waste and keeps everything digitized.
But maybe I just don’t want to think about the other option. That he smelled a rat and got rid of any evidence the last time he was here.
Whatever it is, I have to inform Rockwell. A phone call I’m not looking forward to.
Just when I’m ready to let frustration take over, the last drawer catches my attention. While I was sure that this one would be another dead end, it seems like it isn’t. It’s harder to open, as if something is stuck, but with a bit of force, I manage to yank it open. Unfortunately, I’m also louder than I should be.
My eyes land on a manila folder, just like the ones we use. With a suppressed grin, I think about how there should be negotiations to decide who’s allowed to use which folder color.
Red for organ trafficking, green for drug trade, maybe gray for tax evasion.
Right in the second I open the folder, I hear a sound that I absolutely don’t want to hear right now.
“Sam?”
Ruby’s voice echoes through the house and from the sound of her footsteps, it seems as if she’s heading right down the stairs.
With the way the office is located, there’s no way for me to hush out of this room without her seeing me. Years of military training leave my body for a moment as I sit there, frozen like a statue. My whole body is tense, every atom in me waiting for the horrible drama that’s going to unfold.
I expect tons of yelling, maybe a slap, and the possibility of having to chain Ruby up somewhere to keep her from warning her father.
Well, it’s that or a good excuse.
Or a damn good distraction.
“Wanna tell me what you are doing in here?” Ruby asks with a raised eyebrow, standing in the doorway. Slowly, she closes the door behind her.
“I think this house is infested with rats. Probably because you never clean up.”
She just scoffs and walks closer to me.
“I heard scratching sounds coming from in here when I was in the kitchen and thought I should take a look. Wouldn’t want you to catch the black plague.”
“I doubt it. And you think the rats made their home in the drawers of my father’s desk?”
“Come here, you’ll hear it too,” I insist, gesturing her to come closer to me. She saunters over while I lean back in the chair, thighs spread and my half-hard cock pressing against the fabric of my pants as I look her up and down.
How am I supposed to keep a clear head when she looks like this?
“I don’t hear anything,” she says as she stands next to the desk, looking as if she’s getting ready to scold me. I hate that I find it kind of hot.
“And I think you’re lying to me. Maybe you heard nothing, maybe you just wanted to snoop around.”
“Or maybe I just wanted to feel like the successful boss of a shady organization?”
I grab her arm and pull her closer until she’s leaning against the desk, trapped between me and the wood, while I let my hands wander over her bare thighs.
The soft pink sundress she’s wearing must be new, and I faintly remember carrying a small parcel back inside yesterday.
It’s a goddamn distraction, makes me say stupid shit instead of thinking about a realistic reason I’m in this room.
“Can’t say that it doesn’t suit you,” she says with a grin as my hands inch higher and higher, until they almost disappear underneath the hem of her already damn short dress.
“But really, why are you—” Her words trail off into a gasp as I press my lips against her thigh.
“Samuel Ryves.” If she keeps on saying my name like that, I’m going to do unholy things to her. “Are you trying to distract me right now?”
My fingers dig into her waist as I lift her up to sit her down on the desk in front of me. I catch a glimpse of her bare pussy before she presses her thighs together and decide to answer her question with another one.
“Ruby, did you come looking for me without wearing any underwear on purpose, or should we get your pretty head checked out?”
She rolls her eyes at me, a slight flush spreading on her cheeks as she pulls her dress down. For her standards, that’s almost shy and I think it’s because she realizes the reins aren’t in her hands right now.
Too bad for her I enjoy this way too much.
Roughly, I grab her thighs. It doesn’t take much effort to spread them right in front of my face.
“Don’t act shy now, darling. You wanted me to see? Then let me see.”
I shove her dress up with one hand, the other one still keeping her from closing her legs.
“Fuck,” I mutter as my eyes land on her pussy, already glistening wet for me, and I barely touched her so far. I pull her closer until she has to lean back slightly, placing kisses along the inside of her thigh.
She makes a beautiful, needy sound that encourages me to trail higher. I want those to be the only sounds that leave her.
Greedily, I bite down into the supple flesh of her thigh, a primal part of me taking over. This time I’m going to leave my fucking mark on her.
At least she stops trying to close her legs, making it easier for the both of us. I look up at her face for a second and I’m greeted with so much want in her heavy-lidded eyes that my cock throbs in my pants.
My hot breath fans over her exposed pussy and she tries to arch her back, desperate for any kind of touch, and who am I to deny her that?
Slowly, I lick over her cunt, savoring every second while I try to engrave this moment into my brain for the fucking weeks I’ll have this exact picture in my head whenever I’m jerking off.
But as much as I want to tease her, I can’t. Not when she’s tasting like sin personified, gripping my hair to press me closer to her.
I’m eating her out like a man starved, fucking her with my tongue before I suck her clit while my fingers dig into her flesh so hard that I know it’s going to leave bruises.
Good, because I want her to remember this for as long as possible.
Her thighs tremble as she tries to push my head away, but the way she presses her cunt against my face doesn’t seem like she wants me to stop.
Complicated little thing, as always.
Not that I care for it right now. I’m going to stop when I’m done with her, which isn’t the case until she’s crying from overstimulation.
Frantically, she tries to hold on to something other than my head, but the glazed redwood table is too slippery. There’s nothing for her to grip and then something tumbles down, landing on the floor with a loud thud.
The half-empty bottle of Macallan would have met the same fate if my reactions had been slower. I’m honestly surprised that I manage to drag myself away from her pussy even for a second because I wouldn’t mind staying between those perfect legs forever.
One of my hands stays on her while I put the bottle down out of her reach.
“You’re making a mess, darling,” I scold her before I go back between her legs. She whines something incomprehensible that turns into an even bigger mess of sounds as I push a finger into her cunt.
She’s so fucking tight that I can’t think about anything but how she would feel around my cock.
So wet and tight and mine, at least for the time being.
She stopped squirming away, instead, she shamelessly grinds over my face as I add a second finger. I curl them upwards, lapping over her clit until she presses my face so close to her cunt that I struggle to breathe.
I should let her suffocate me. It would be easier than dealing with the chaos that’s going to start when she comes back to her senses.
Her body tenses up and her cunt gets even tighter around my fingers as she comes. She moans my name and her pants turn into whimpers as I continue sucking on her clit until she begs me to stop, shaking and teary-eyed.
I could leave it at that. Could carry her out of this office and distract her with something else before she starts asking questions she doesn’t want the answers to.
But maybe this right here is my last chance to have her. She could go running to tell her father what I’m up to as soon as she has the chance, and then it’s over for me.
I don’t care how this tragedy ends, but there’s one thing I do care about.
I can’t risk not burying my cock inside of her.
Just this once.
You only regret the things you didn’t do or something like that. I didn’t withstand her advances for so long, didn’t let her mess with my head so much just to miss out on this.
I’m going to show her what she gets for provoking me.
And that we’re disrespecting her asshole of a father like that, tainting his ridiculous office, is just the cherry on top.