She’s talking as fast as she can, but I’m done listening to anyone who isn’t Ella. My sole focus is getting home and getting inside her. If she won’t let me have her tonight, then I’m going to spend my time convincing her why she should. So either way, I’m going to end up balls deep before the sun comes up.
When I get on the elevator, Carol is still talking, but I hit the button for the lobby and ignore her as she stands there.
“Goodnight, Carol,” I say, ignoring her agitated looks as the doors close and I ride down to the lobby.
Once there, I walk outside to my waiting car and get in the back. I raise the glass partition between the driver and me, and I’m on the phone before he pulls away from the curb.
“Hello?” her soft voice says, and it calms every nerve in my body.
“Ella,” I say, closing my eyes. Her name is like a balm to my need for her. “I’m on my way home. Have you had dinner yet?”
“Um, hi Brooks,” she says, and I think she might be smiling. “Yeah, I already ate. Your cook made me something a little while ago. She said not to wait on you. Is that okay?”
A picture of her biting her lip enters my mind and my cock throbs. I reach down and rub my hand over my slacks where the hard length is going down my thigh. It’s been hard since she came into my office, and I haven’t had even thirty seconds to find some relief. It’s probably why I’m so fucking grouchy.
“Yes, I usually don’t make it home in time for a decent meal, but for you I’m going to start making an exception.”
“Oh really? How kind of you.” She laughs a little, and I can hear the smile in her voice.
The shy woman who was in my office earlier is gone, and there’s a playful flirty woman in her place. Could it be that the phone makes her less intimidated? Or is spoiling her doing the job?
“Did you get settled in okay?”
“I did, all thanks to you. You sent a team to my house, but I didn’t have much to begin with. I think they were all bored.”
I smile with her and lean back in the seat, relaxing for what feels like the first time in years. “You sound like you’re happy to be home then.”
“It’s beautiful here. I appreciate the opportunity to work for you and your sister.”
“I think you’ll find I’m more than agreeable to anything you ask for.” I hear what sounds like water on the other end of the phone and I sit up straight. “Are you taking a bath?”
There’s complete silence on the phone, and then she clears her throat. “Mr. Renshaw, I don’t think that’s appropriate conversation for our work relationship—”
“Answer me, beautiful,” I say, and I put all the power I can behind those words.
She’s silent so long I don’t think she’s going to answer me. But I know what I heard, and her semi-denial is nearly proof. If she’s naked on the other end of this phone I might not make it home before I combust.
“Yes,” she breathes, and the one word is barely above a whisper.
I close my eyes tight before my hands start to scramble. I lean back in the seat and reach down inside my slacks and grab my cock. I can’t get to it fast enough. As soon as my hand makes contact with the steel-hard length, I’m biting my lip to keep from groaning.
“Are you in the big bathroom? The one with the tub in the middle of the room?” I stroke my hand up and down my cock as I hear the water splashing a little more on the other end of the phone. I need every goddamn detail.
“Yes,” she breathes again, and I can tell she’s turning shy.
She’s in my bathroom. Which means the movers did as I instructed and put her in my bedroom, too. The image of her wet pussy soaking in my tub has me leaking cum on my hand. Fuck, I’m not going to make it home before I cum all over my hand. I glance out the window to see how close we are.
“Did you use bubbles?” I ask, needing to know everything.
“No,” she answers, and I can’t hold back my growl of excitement.
If I were in the bathroom with her right now, I could stand over her and look straight down at her naked body. I could tell her to spread her legs and let me see that pink cunt I want to breed.
“Did you think of me when you took your clothes off and got in the hot water?” I ask, needing to know.
I’m desperate for her, and I need some sort of sign that she wants me, too. I could feel the pull between us today; it’s unlike anything I’ve ever felt and I know it wasn’t just me. If she gives me even the slightest hint, I don’t care if she is my stepsister. I’m going to get her little ass pregnant.