Indulgent Pleasures

Now she’d just blown it.

“He doesn’t know about it? Does he even know Stephanie works here? I wouldn’t think he’d diddle with a reporter, you know? The guy has a reputation for hating the press.”

Zoe shrugged, panic rising within her. Now that Caleb had that bit of information he was going to run with it. “Are you sure she’s with Justin Hawkins? That seems pretty far fetched.”

“I would swear my life on it, Zoe. I’m pretty damn sure she’s with him and they’re boinking all over the place. You know what this means, don’t you?”

No, she really didn’t. “Steph wants to quit the column. She wants to give it to you. She’s done.”

“You’re fucking kidding me.”

“No, she doesn’t want to do it anymore. She claims she and this guy have gotten awfully serious and she doesn’t feel right blabbing their personal life in the magazine.” Zoe’s mind raced. Could it be true Stephanie was with Justin? She found it hard to believe.

He’d turned Zoe down. What did he see in Stephanie?

“Well, then that makes my idea all the more urgent. We need to break this, Zoe. We need to write an article and expose them as a couple. People will love it, they’ll want to find out more about their relationship and his fans will eat up all of those little sexual details Stephanie has dropped since she wrote her first article. What do you think?”

“I don’t know,” Zoe said uneasily. It would be a fantastic scoop, Caleb was one hundred percent right. But what if Justin Hawkins sued the magazine? What if it turned out to be not true? It could turn into a huge mess.

“Ah, come on. This is huge! I mean, Justin Hawkins? I know he doesn’t play anymore but he’s still pretty famous and I just heard he’s starting a new job next week as a correspondent for the Sports Network. He’s as famous as he ever was.” Caleb rounded her desk and stood next to her chair. “This could make you look like a shining star, Zoe. Don’t forget that.”

“It’ll make you look like a shining star too, if your name is on the byline. I know what you’re getting at.” She sighed, stared at the top of her desk. “I’ll look like an idiot if you’re wrong.”

He smoothed back her hair, then reached down and cupped her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze. “I guarantee I’m not wrong. You’d be a fool to let this slip through your fingers.”

Zoe stood, stabbing a finger into his chest. “Don’t start challenging me, asshole. You know I can hold my own.”

“I know you can, ease up, sweetheart.” Caleb held his hands up in front of him, going on the defensive. “I’m just saying this is a mega opportunity. The opportunity you’ve been waiting for that’ll make you look like a superstar. Maybe you could even move on to a New York magazine like you’ve been talking.”

Wouldn’t that be fabulous? She’d be thrilled to get a job with any New York magazine publisher. It had been her dream since she was a teen.

She just wasn’t quite sure if an article such as this would be the one thing to push her into that realm.

“Let me write the article, Zoe. You can give me input, we can work on this together and when it comes out, it’ll be the biggest scoop of our lives.” He touched her again, his fingers skimming across her cheek, brushing against her lower lip and she closed her eyes for the briefest moment, already damp and aching for him.

God, she was so weak when it came to a good fuck.

“She wants to write one more article before we close out her end of the column. It was my suggestion.”

“Perfect. She can write her little article and then we’ll follow it up with our expose. It’ll all fall into place.” He kissed her, his mouth wet, his tongue insistent and Zoe greeted it with her own.

He broke the kiss and she groaned at the loss. “They won’t know what hit them. The media blitz will be extraordinary. Superstar baseball player’s sex life wide open for all to read. Everyone will have a field day with it.”

“But what about Stephanie? Won’t this hurt her?” She tilted her head, allowed Caleb better access as he brushed kisses down her neck.

“She knew what she was getting into, screwing around with someone famous. Then taking it a step further and writing about their sexual antics, getting them published for fuck’s sake. I think she’s a bit more ruthless than you think.”

The man could rationalize anything, she knew this. He could also make her feel so good, like he was doing right now. His hands skimmed her body, sliding over her breasts while he kissed her. He reached down, palming her sex and she moaned against his mouth.

“I want to fuck you right here on your desk, Z.” His tongue thrust into her mouth and she imagined his cock doing similar things to her pussy.

A shiver moved through her and she nodded. “You locked the door, right?”

“Fuck yeah, I did. I’ve been thinking about this since I got here this morning.” He nudged his hard cock against her belly and she sat on the edge of the desk, anxious to get him inside her.

“Fuck me, Caleb. Please,” she begged, breathless. He was the only man to ever make her beg and she liked it. Liked him. Why, she wasn’t quite sure but he made her body feel so good.

“It’s gonna be perfect, Z. We’re gonna be perfect. I can feel it.” Caleb undid his belt, worked on the snap and then the zipper of his pants. Within seconds, his cock was hanging from his fly, semi-erect and she went down on her knees, ready to suck him off.