She comes and when she does, I thrust like I want to. Like I need to. Digging my fingers into her hips to keep her upright when her knees buckle. She pants, calling out my name over and over again, no need to ask her to do it. Her ass is tight around me, and she stumbles from orgasm to orgasm until she’s begging me to stop. Until she can’t take anymore. And only then do I let myself truly take her. Only then do I give in to my baser instincts and fuck her hard and deep and draw one last screaming orgasm from her.
I empty inside her, filling her, knowing even if she did mean those words, she will hate me soon. In just a matter of days when she learns what I’ve done, she will hate me.
44
Jericho
I step off the elevator of 2500 St. Charles Ave. to the surprised sound of a gasp from the elderly receptionist.
“Good morning, Nora,” I say. She’s been here since I was a kid.
“Jericho… Mr. St. James. We… Your brother didn’t mention—”
“Is he in his office?” I only pause briefly as I glance down the hall to the corner office Zeke claimed when I left.
“Yes, sir. I believe he’s…” She clears her throat. “Meeting with his secretary but I can call him.”
I smile. I can imagine what that meeting entails. “That’s all right,” I say, heading down the hall toward Zeke’s office.
The building has been in our family for the last thirty years. A newer acquisition. From this floor Zeke runs the investment firm. If I hadn’t left, I’d be running things, but he’s better suited for this job and I’m happy to have him handle it.
I reach the heavy oak door and don’t bother with a courtesy knock. Instead, I open it and enter.
“Brother,” I say.
Zeke glances up from the task at hand. He must be administering some form of discipline to his secretary who is bent over his desk, skirt raised, panties down around her knees. I hear the whoosh of the cane and she gasps just as it lands, instantly trying to rise when she sees me. He places his hand at her back to keep her down and smiles.
“Morning, brother. Early for you, isn’t it?” he asks, unperturbed by my interruption as he casually checks her ass for the mark I’m sure is blooming as we speak.
“It is,” I say and walk over to the side table where I pick up the silver carafe of coffee and pour myself a cup while he wraps up with the woman.
“We’ll finish this after lunch, Selene. What do you have? Six to go?”
“Yes, sir.”
“You’re dismissed.”
“Thank you,” the woman says.
I turn to watch her awkwardly bend to pull her panties up and adjust her pencil skirt. Her cheeks blaze as red as her ass I got a glimpse of. She clumsily picks up the folders on Zeke’s desk and rushes out the door.
“Didn’t mean to interrupt that,” I tell Zeke who tucks a long, thin cane under his desk and takes his seat.
“Nothing I can’t finish later,” he says, rolling back and crossing his ankle over the opposite knee. “Selene would probably thank you for the reprieve. Her spelling is atrocious.”
“But she’s good looking enough to keep her employed.”
“I don’t trust her with the actual work.”
“Of course not.” I sit down on the couch and look out over the bustling street realizing how much I’ve missed New Orleans.
“What brings you here?” he asks.
“Your conversation with my wife.”
“Ah.”
“What exactly did you tell her about Kimberly?”