“Fine,” I agreed, “but I hope this is the last I hear of my social life getting in the way of my work.”
“Jack, you do your job and there will be no problem, okay? And so help me god you better not have her plastered over any magazine.” He hung up before I could respond with one of my trademark smart-ass comments. I placed the receiver in the cradle and tried to pretend my father didn’t get to me. It was a complete lie, of course.
Everything about my father got to me, yet I still did everything I could to try and earn his respect. I was like a fucking dog begging to be rewarded with a treat—a dog who every now and then would shit all over the living room floor just to piss off his owner.
I forced myself to focus back on the project. So Mr. Delenksi was flying over. That had to be a good sign that he was on the verge of signing with us. That is, if I managed to entertain his daughter. Somehow, I got the feeling that my father didn’t mean for me to get her drunk, naked, and fuck her. Or maybe that’s exactly what he meant. A light rap on my office door brought me back to reality.
“Jack?” Carly poked her head around the door, her blonde curls falling over her shoulder. “What did you want me to do?” she asked innocently. I bit down hard on my lip to stop myself from telling her exactly what I wanted her to do.
It involved her mouth and my cock.
“Get me all the information you have on Mr. Delenski and his daughter, Lisbeth. Thanks, Carly.” She nodded and retreated out the door. Less than ten minutes later she was back, with a folder full of information and a tall coffee.
“I thought you might need this,” she said, setting the cup down in front of me. She was so close I could smell the scent of the moisturizer on her skin. Spinning my chair slightly toward her, I smiled. Carly was fucking hot and she knew just how to please me.
“Thanks, Carly,” I murmured, rubbing my hand along her leg. She didn’t shy away. Instead, she stepped closer to me, moving her leg over the top of mine so she was straddling my knee.
“Careful, honey,” I warned her, my other hand settling on her left thigh. “You don’t want to start something you can’t finish.” Slowly, my hands rose up past her hips, taking her skirt with them. I reached behind her, unzipping her skirt—which was conveniently one of those skirts that zip all the way down.
“Very sexy,” I said softly, my fingers toying with the front of her underwear. I ran my index finger over the soft, lacy exterior of her panties, dipping my finger under the side and into her wet pussy. She let out a whimper, her arms shooting out to my shoulders to steady herself.
“You like it when I touch you, Carly?” I said, working my finger in and out with a slow rhythm. She nodded, her eyes closed and her knees buckling at the feel of me inside her. I hoisted her up onto my desk, pushing aside the documents that littered the surface of it into a jumbled pile. Suddenly, finishing this project didn’t seem so urgent. The only thing on my mind right now was plunging my hard cock deep inside of this soft, wet haven that was spread out in front of me.
“Lay back,” I ordered her. My cock was so erect it hurt as it pressed up against my pants, eager to spring free. She did, and I moved her legs wider apart. I stood up and unzipped my fly and rolled on a condom. I gripped my hands around her thighs and slid myself inside of her.
God yeah. She was so tight. With each thrust, her muscles clutched hold of me like a vacuum, working themselves along the length of my cock until I pushed it further inside of her. The image of this girl sprawled out across my desk—her shirt unbuttoned, revealing her flawless skin and white bra while I fucked her—played over and over in my mind. I pulled myself out of her, tearing off the condom.
“Get up,” I panted, falling back into my chair. She did as I asked, and realizing what I wanted, retreated down to her knees. I gasped as she took the length of me in her mouth. God yes, this is what I wanted: those blood-red lips wrapped tightly around the crown of my cock, sucking the life out of me. Her eyes remained locked on mine, which just made all this so much fucking sexier. She was watching me watching her as her lips sucked on my cock.
“Faster,” I urged her, moaning as she obeyed, her lips furiously working their way up and down my shaft. “Yeah!” I grunted as I came in her mouth, my hand roughly stroking her head as she gently sucked the final remnants out of me.
“Holy shit.” I sighed loudly as she stood up and began buttoning up her shirt, looking satisfied with herself. The sight of her all disheveled, standing there in barely there panties and a flimsy shirt was almost enough to make me hard again. She giggled, handing me the coffee that had been pushed right to the edge of the desk.
“Nearly lost it,” she said, raising her eyebrows as she slid back into her skirt.
“Believe me, I lost it all right,” I grinned, not bothered at all that my now limp manhood was still on display. “You are, by far, the best fucking assistant I’ve ever had,” I announced, finally tucking myself back in. She laughed as I buckled up my pants, putting her skirt back on.
“Yes, well, what can I say? You’re kind of hard to resist,” she chuckled. “Was that all you needed from me?” she asked, her eyebrows raised. I nodded. “I thought so.” She winked and left me alone in the room. Our arrangement worked well for both of us: she offered me a release when I needed it and it return she got one hell of a bonus every quarter.
Chapter Seven
I didn’t expect to see her, but driving past Levine’s, I couldn’t resist stopping by to see if she was there. Her car still sat in the parking lot, the tire still flat. As I walked inside, she looked up from behind the counter, her eyes lighting up. My heart began to beat a little bit faster.
“And I suppose it’s a coincidence you’re here again tonight?” she asked, hiding a smile.
“What can I say?” I shrugged, taking a seat at the counter. “The food here is fantastic,” I joked. She rolled her eyes at me and handed me a menu.
“What do you want?” she asked, trying not to giggle. Her green eyes sparkled as she waited for me to answer, her finger tracing along the edge of the counter. She wore her dark hair down again, untamed and wild, unfazed as it swayed around her when she moved. God, I so badly wanted to grasp hold of that hair and slam my lips against hers.
“What do you recommend?” I asked her, my eyes not leaving hers. She blushed and glanced over her shoulder. Through the window I could see a rather plump man working the grill.
“Stanley, I’m taking my break,” she called loudly. He grunted in reply. She turned to me and grinned. “Meet me around the side,” she whispered, disappearing into the kitchen.
I wandered around the side of the building, too intrigued to say no. My hunger took a backseat for the moment, with this crazy girl encompassing my thoughts. I passed two large oil drums that I was sure could hide a body or two. Maybe that’s why she wanted me alone. Maybe I should be the one afraid of her? Glancing at my watch, I saw it was nearly nine. It was cold, much colder than usual for this time of year, even though we were in the heart of winter. From out of the shadows near the side door, I heard a voice call out to me.
“Come here,” she said, curling her finger at me. I laughed and walked toward her. What the fuck was going on? This was insane, yet here I was, following some girl I’d met for only a brief moment around the back of an old roadhouse. This was so out of character. Jack Falcon didn’t follow any girl.
Moving a stray bush out of my path, I finally saw her. She sat on a tree stump, her slender legs bare, apart from the sandals that donned her feet. She smiled at me as she smoked a cigarette, placing the butt between her full lips and breathing in. God, she even made smoking look sexy. Who the fuck was this girl and why did I find her so damn intriguing?