Beckett gnoring the pleading look on Arianne’s face—and my protesting cock— last night when I dropped her off at her place, I retreated to my home and jerked off at the memory of our dirty encounter in my office. I had a r epeat this morning when I woke up with a mighty morning wood and again in the shower. I didn’t know you could come so hard, you fear blacking out. I’ve given up the pretense I could win this challenge. I’m not even interested in trying anymore. Celibacy is inhuman. Especially, when God sends a sweet temptation like Arianne Buchanan your way. I held back for another reason—one I struggle to make sense of. For once in my life, my naughty thoughts are centered around the pleasure I give a woman and not my cock’s enjoyment and what I get in return. It’s unheard of. Yet, here I am, three days after Miss Buchanan started working for me, a changed man. After a string of morning meetings offsite, I find myself trapped in another one with the head of the legal team. We’re going down a long list of important matters. Covering for Rhys while he’s away is a juggling act. In the meantime, Arianne is ke eping herself busy in a follow-up meeting with the design team. I can’t wait to catch a glimpse of Miss Holy Chic. Did she fall asle ep remembering my thick hard cock pressing against her pelvis as I reddened her ass? I hope she played with herself, pretending the fingers plunging in and out of her dripping pussy were mine. Maybe she woke up this morning searching for release, flashing back to images of me licking my fingers clean of her slick, sweet juices. Fuck. Now, I’m all worked up again. “Beckett.” The sound of my name snaps me back to reality. Rupert Cahill’s expectant gaze is trained on me. What did he say? I rack my brain, but come up empty. Shit. Instead of focusing on the meeting, my mind is in the gutter. “I’m sorry, Rupert. I missed that last part.” “Do I have the green light to ask our lawyers in Hong Kong to go after the copycats threatening to cheapen our brand?” Got it. “You do. We need to send a message. A strong one. I want to deter other idiots from following the same sleazy path.” “We’re on the same page,” he says. “It’s one thing for them to steal our design—as cheap looking as it is— it’s another for them to use a near-copy of our logo. It dupes customers.” “Agreed,” Rupert says. “Thanks to astute private investigators, the lawyers in Hong Kong have zeroed in on the culprit’s plant. They’re waiting for an answer from you.” “Whatever it takes,” I say. He raps his knuckles on the table. Our head of in-house counsel takes trademark infringement seriously. “For the next item on the list, I’d like to tackle—” I stop
mid-sentence when I catch sight of the silhouette striding behind Rupert. I lose my train of thought. The advantage of having clear glass conference room walls is you don’t feel like you’re trapped in a dungeon. The disadvantage is you see everything that’s happening outside and it can be quite distracting. Like now. Arianne trails past the conference room with Flora by her side, laughing her head off. Her exuberance isn’t what catches my attention. What she’s wearing has my cock on alert. “Beckett.” In a matter of minutes Rupert catches me not paying attention twice. Not good for the CEO of the company. I force myself to gather my thoughts. “I’m sorry, Rupert. As I was saying—” What. The. Fuck? My attempt at focusing goes to shit when Arianne comes to stand with Flora right across from the conference room, her back facing me. My eyes are glued to her ass and I can only picture myself reddening said ass, leaving my mark with every slap. My cock swells at the idea of a mouth-watering encore. I proclaimed predictability was such a bore, but damn if I don’t want to drag her to my office for a r epeat of yesterday’s naughty play. I shift in my chair to adjust myself. “Beckett, if this is a bad time, perhaps we should reconvene later?” Rupert’s eyes bounce from mine to the two women standing outside the conference room. “It won’t be necessary—” Arianne turns around. My gaze lands on her feet. Dammit. I’m not sure how to describe what she’s wearing other than a cross between a pair of smoking hot black booties that hit her above the ankle and open-toe high heels. In other words, her shoe selection is sexy as all fuck. Her toenails painted in hot pink only ratchet the hotness level. My eyes glide up her black pencil skirt. My cock approves. As I continue my inspection my gaze lands on her black t-shirt. I read the slogan printed across her chest. Well, well, well. Someone is sending me a not-so-subtle message. Yesterday’s outfit was outrageously feminine. Today’s is laced with effrontery. Yesterday, she disobeyed me. Today, she’s provoking me. Let the games begin. I bring my attention back to Rupert. “On second thought, what I was going to tackle next can wait.” “Not a problem,” he says. “You know, you should get started with the weekend. You’re a hard worker. You deserve it.” “It’s not even lunchtime yet,” he says. I check my watch. He’s right. “It’s Friday,” I say. “Have an extended weekend on me. Enjoy your time with your new wife.” “I’m not married. You must be thinking of Hubert.” Arianne—and not fucking—has me so discombobulated, I can’t even ke ep facts straight about my employees. Hubert Ferguson tied the knot not long ago. Not Rupert. “In that case, take advantage of the extended long weekend to find a partner.” Rupert looks at me like I have two heads. “Is everything okay, Beckett?”
“Never been better.” “Okay.” Rupert’s eyes shift to where Arianne is standing. “I’ve been dying to get to know her better. Maybe I’ll invite her out for lunch.” My head whips in his direction. “Come again?” “Rumor has it Arianne is new in town. I’d love to show her around... maybe take her to my favorite spots.” I don’t think so. “Do you really want to spend your extended weekend playing tour guide? Who the hell wants to be stuck in LA traffic when they can avoid it?” “You just pressed me to find a partner.” I’m allowed to contradict myself. I’m the boss. “Arianne is extraordinarily attractive.” There’s so much longing in that statement. Congratulations. There’s nothing wrong with your eyesight. “She’s definitely partner material.” And you think you’re the one who’s going to put a ring on her? I used to like Rupert. Now, I’m not so sure. “Since she’s a consultant, I wouldn’t be st epping all over the nonfraternization clause in my contract.” Well, hell. “Who knows? Lunch could lead to dinner and then...” And then I chop off your fucking dick. I clear my throat. “Rumor has it she might be in volved with someone.” That’s a white lie, but it’s not hurting anyone. I’m not affirming this as a fact, I’m planting the seed of doubt. “Oh.” Rupert’s shoulders sag. “It figures. A woman like that wouldn’t be single.” “You know what they say.” His crestfallen expression is telling. “Yeah, all the good ones are taken or married.” Too bad, buddy. I saw her first. “She wouldn’t be available for lunch, anyway. Since I’ve been wearing two hats with Rhys in Vietnam, I intend on spending the rest of the afternoon with Miss Buchanan to make sure she’s up to speed.” “I understand,” he says. Good. My eyes shift away from the dejected looking Rupert. Arianne walks away with Flora and heads down the hallway. Shit. I stand up and gather my things. This meeting is adjourned. Rupert mirrors me. “I guess I’ll be on my way and get started on that extended weekend, even if it isn’t with Arianne,” he says. Exactly the way it should be. I hustle him towards the door. He glances up at me. “Do you have any plans for the weekend?” “I have a weekend-long date with an adorable blue-eyed blonde and her best friend.” “Wow. Women can’t resist you,” he says. I scour every corner of the second floor as I inconspicuously search for Arianne. Many staff members are spilling out of the office building for lunch. Good. The fewer people, the better. Still, I don’t want to draw too much attention to myself. After searching the lunchroom-slash-break room, the kitchen, all the meeting rooms, and the sample room without any luck, I head to the intelligence room. We ke ep a prototype of every single one of our headphone models in the sample room. The intelligence room is like a lab. It’s dedicated to tracking our competitors’ bestselling headphones. When I get there, the door is ajar. Arianne’s silhouette traverses the room. Found you. I scour around me to make sure the coast is clear before slipping inside. Arianne has her back to me as she searches the shelves.
I lock the door as quietly as possible. For a few short seconds, I admire her, enjoying how she’s oblivious to my presence. How will I survive the trip to Germany without fucking her every minute of the day? “I have a problem with what you’re wearing, Miss Buchanan,” I say. She jumps. “Good God, you scared the living daylights out of me,” she says, flipping around, a hand pressed against her chest. “That wasn’t my intention.” I approach a shelf and drop my belongings. “I almost jumped out of my skin.” I respond with a wide smile, as my eyes travel up and down the length of her body. “You frighten me when you look at me like that,” she says. “Like what?” I take a st ep toward her. “Like, you know...” she waves a furious finger at me. “No, I don’t.” Another st ep. “Like you’re harvesting unholy thoughts.” There’s no hiding what’s brewing inside me. “It’s your fault.” “My fault?” “Yes, your fault.” One more st ep and we’re up close. We’re breathing hard. I lift a hand and run a light finger over her cheek. “For the second day in a row, you leave me speechless with your wardrobe selection.” She blushes. “It’s only a skirt and a t-shirt.” I cock a brow. “Bullshit.” “I made a commitment to avoid wearing a suit every day. This is me trying my darndest.” The pull at the corner of her mouth doesn’t go unnoticed. Neither does the glee of malice shining bright from her eyes. I take a small st ep back and my gaze falls to her chest. “Is the slogan meant as a warning?” “Do you read it as one?” “Don’t you dare answer my question with a question.” “What was the question again?” Now she’s playing me. I narrow my gaze at her. “‘You Can’t Touch This’ is my way of letting you know yesterday was a lot to handle.” She didn’t say she didn’t love every salacious minute of yesterday’s encounter. Nor did she say it can’t ever happen again. “And you think a freaking t-shirt is going to prevent me from taking what I want?” “We’re playing with fire.” “Didn’t we address that yesterday?” “I’m not as daring as you.” “Are you telling me you don’t want to come as hard as you did yesterday ever again?” Her eyes flinch. “I—I didn’t say that.” “What are you saying, then?” “We can wait until after work?” Her meek response holds no conviction. I grab her by the waist and slam her body against mine, pressing my erection against her stomach, grinding hard, allowing her to feel every inch of me. “You sure about that?” She pants. “That’s what I thought.” Satisfaction courses through me. I cup her breast and grope it hard. She gasps. “Let me remind you how this game is played, Arianne. My building. My rules. My way. That means I can touch any part of you whenever I trap you in a corner or when we’re behind closed doors, unless you tell me to my face you don’t want my hands on your delectable body. If you don’t want this as much as I do, I’ll back off.” She stares at me. “I’m sorry, you’re going to have to speak louder.” “I want this,” she says in a whisper. “I didn’t catch that.” “You’re being a bastard.” “That doesn’t answer my question.” “I
want this.” “What exactly do you want?” Her eyelashes bat a mile a minute. “Your hands on my body.” “With pleasure.” I capture her mouth in a burning kiss, sliding my tongue between her bright pink lips. So damn sweet. I fill my hands with her ass as I press our bodies together and grind so hard against her, I groan into her mouth. Her desperate moans go straight to my balls as she bucks against me, seeking relief. My need to devour this woman is going to make me lose my fucking mind. I break the kiss. Her glazed eyes tell me everything I need to know. I st ep back. I unfasten my cufflinks, place them inside the pocket of my pants, and roll the sleeves of my crisp white shirt halfway up my forearms, exposing my ink. “Wh—what are you doing?” She’s worried. She should be. I flash her a predatory smile. “Getting comfortable.” “For what?” “For what I have in store for you.” “And what might that be?” “When I’m done with you, don’t expect to be able to stand unassisted. Don’t worry, though, I’ll be here for you.” “Beckett.” “Beckett, what?” She looks over my shoulder. “The door is locked.” I answer her silent question. “What if someone needs to grab something in here?” “On my way to find you, I texted Valerie. I asked her to send a companywide email—and text—to let everyone know they’re getting an extra half hour for lunch. Who doesn’t want ninety-minutes of free time on the boss’s dime? That should mitigate the risk of us getting busted.” “This was planned?” “Yes and no. I was determined to find you because...”—my eyes trail up and down her body again—“you look so fucking hot. I’m glad I sent those instructions to Valerie. When I spotted you in here, I wanted a little one-on-one time with you. I didn’t know what that meant. Now, I do.” “You’re crazy, Beckett Christensen.” “You ke ep saying that, yet you ke ep coming back for more.” She rolls her eyes. “I guess it won’t be a r epeat of yesterday since there isn’t a chair or a couch in sight,” she says. “No tables or counters either. There isn’t much we can do in this room.” “Such innocence.” “Other than shelves stocked with headphones, there’s nothing.” Her eyes travel around the room before meeting mine. “Unless you locked me in here for...” Her eyes drop to my bulge. “No. This is about you.” “I don’t get it. I really don’t,” she says. “Enlighten me.” “You do all these naughty things to me, but you don’t expect anything in return. I haven’t been out there that much, but shouldn’t it be a two-way street? You know... you give... and I give.” She’s pointing at my cock. “It is a two-way street. I get my pleasure from giving you pleasure.” She shoots me a sk eptical side gaze. “That doesn’t sound right.” “Did you hear me complain?” She ponders for a minute. “No.” “You have your answer.” “Wow. It’s never been about me before.” I have some formidable skills, but from what she’s told me so far, I doubt I have the superpowers to undo all of the shit her ex did to her. I can only try.
“Aren’t you glad you met me?” I wink. She laughs. “What are you going to do to me?” Her voice is coated with lust. “Hmm. So many possibilities,” I say, tapping my chin. “I want it raunchy today.” “Everything we’ve done so far is raunchy, as far as I’m concerned.” “I want to taste you, but not on your fingers or mine. I want to drink straight from the cup.” Her jaw drops. “I want to gorge on your sweet pussy.” I lean in, my breath hot on her cheek. “I want you to come in my mouth, your juices coating my tongue.” Just saying the words makes me fucking hard. I pull away, allowing my filthy proposal to sink in. Her eyes take over her face. I continue with my wicked promise. “I want to lick your pretty little clit until you want to scream.” “Jesus,” she says. “But here’s the catch, you won’t be able to make a sound.” She shakes her head. “You know why?” “Why?” Her voice is trembling. “Most people might be out for lunch, but we don’t want to take a chance, right?” She nods. “You promise?” “I won’t make a sound,” she says. Her eyes bounce from one corner of the room to the other. “There’s no furniture in the room.” “I don’t need furniture.” Before she asks any more questions, I push her until her back rests against the shelves. Good thing they’re bolted to the floor and ceiling. I sink to the floor, kneeling between her thighs. “Dear God,” she says. “Look at that. With your sexy heels on, my face is level with your sweet pussy. Lucky me.” I glance up at her. “Lucky you.” “I’m going to remain standing up?” “Yes.” “How’s that going to work?” “Stop thinking so hard. Your job is to enjoy the ride.” She offers a jerky nod. I reach out and push her skirt up her creamy thighs until it’s bunched around her waist. I tuck the hem, so it doesn’t obstruct my view—or pleasure. “Oh, my God,” she says. “Hot pink panties to match the lettering on your t-shirt?” “I’ve never been this turned on in my life.” The confession spills from her lips, surprising us both. I run a finger from the top of her lace panties, tracing between her pussy lips and back. Her panties are damp. I blow warm air against her pussy. She gasps, her legs trembling. “I like you like this, baby... completely exposed to me,” I say. She looks down at me. “What is it about you?” “You mean, what is it about us? Remember what I told you about connection. You and I”—I wave a finger between us—“we have a great connection.” “We do.” We both grin at each other. “I’m going to make it good for you.” “You always do,” she says. “I like hearing that.” I tease a finger across the band of her panties. She shudders at my touch. “I love the shoes, by the way.” “Thanks.” “You’ll have to wear them when I fuck you.” “Dear God, Beckett. The stuff that comes out of your mouth—” “My mouth is part of the reason you’ve never been so turned on in your life.” That gets me a wide smile. I’m done talking.
I grasp the front of her panties in my teeth, yanking them down and letting them fall in a heap of sexiness around her feet. “St ep out of them.” She obeys my order. I toss them to the side, the bright shade against the gray cement floor, a testament to the naughtiness to come. “Spread them wide for me.” I tap between her legs. She does. “Hold on tight,” I say. “Okay,” she says. She reaches up and clings onto the edge of a shelf. Good girl. She’s naked from the waist-down and ready to play. I ease her into it. I grab her foot in my hand and trail slow kisses up one leg, caressing her soft skin along the way. I kiss every one of her dainty toes peeking from her heels. She giggles. “Ticklish?” “A bit.” I smile. Her other leg receives the same treatment. She moans. I drop her foot to the floor and slide my hands up the inside of her legs in an agonizing and slow stroke. She closes her eyes and tilts her head back. “No, baby, eyes on me.” She snaps them open and fixes her gaze on mine. “I want your eyes on me as I lick your pussy.” “Oh, God.” “Oh, Beckett.” I correct her. I slip my hand between her legs and lightly stroke the strip of hair. I glide a finger between her pussy lips, scooping up her slickness. She trembles under my touch. “Oh, Beckett.” She’s a quick learner. I do it again. And again. She moves her hips back and forth, matching the sensual strokes of my fingers. Her body convulses. “No, Arianne, you can’t come before I tongue-fuck you.” She ignores me. I ease the pressure against her clit. She shoots me a death glare. “Patience. I promise it’ll be worth it,” I say, my thumb skating around her clit again. She nods her agreement. “Good girl.” I dip my head between her thighs and inhale her heady scent. God, it’s been so long. I slide my tongue between her pussy lips. She cries out. “Shhh.” “Okay. Okay,” she says. Back to the program. I probe her pussy, my tongue hot and wet between her lips until I find her hard clit again. She gasps as her body jerks. She clamps one hand over her mouth. Her eyes are so fucking huge. “I’m about to let loose,” I say. “Can you handle it?” “I’ll be quiet.” I’m not sure if I should believe her, but I’m not about to stop now. I resume my mission. My tongue is gentle at first, swirling around in slow circles, but I pick up speed. I lap and probe, over and over. Her little, desperate moans ratchet my own desire. She looks down at me like I’m a unicorn. That does it. I go fucking crazy. I devour her, sucking at the tender flesh. It’s as agonizing for her as it is for me. I pull her towards me, angle my head and plunge my tongue de ep inside her. I’m voracious. “Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit,” she chants in a low voice, sinking against me. It goes on for a while, alternating between prayers and curses. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” Her legs give way. I wrap them around my neck, lifting her up and positioning her back against the shelves. “You okay?”
“Yes.” There’s nothing stopping me now. With her pussy spread wide, I plunge my tongue de ep inside, fucking her, wishing it were my cock. In and out. In and out. The sound of her slick juices coating my tongue reverberates around the room, trumped only by her sensual moans. My desperate cock presses against my boxer briefs. With my hands full, there isn’t much I can do. She’s my only source of pleasure. I double my efforts and slide two fingers de ep inside her pussy, as my tongue rubs her clit with urgency. My heart is racing. Shit. The point of a heel digs into my back. That’s going to leave an imprint for sure. I curve my fingers, fucking her with the same insane rhythm as my tongue laps at her clit. She struggles in my arms. Where the hell do you think you’re going? I tighten my grip. I lap harder, more determined. More unr epentant. I take it up a dozen notches by sliding a third finger into her soaking wet pussy. The more her slickness drips down my chin, the more I’m ravenous. I wrap my lips around her clit and suck hard. This is so fucking hot. She clamps her legs around my head, bucking in my hands. My eyes shoot up to her. That’s it, baby. Feed me. Take your pleasure from me. Come hard for me. Arianne shudders against my wicked tongue with a muffled groan. Watching her climax so beautifully is a torturous punishment. My cock is so hard it could break concrete. The need to slide balls-de ep inside her pussy in one hard shove is so strong, I can’t think straight. Fuck. What is this woman doing to me? This is Arianne’s fourth day in my life, and already, she has me hooked.