Forever Love: A Novella Collection, page 35
I could still remember the way Betsy beamed when she told me she had the one—a replacement so good I wouldn’t even blink. “She’s perfect.”
Lies, all lies. Instead of getting another version of sweet, no-nonsense Betsy, I was shackled to a walking wet dream who made my dick hard just by fucking breathing. Anya was singlehandedly ruining my concentration and would, in all likelihood, destroy my career.
Oh, sure, it was my law firm, but rules were rules for a reason. That meant ripping Anya’s clothes off to lick her clit until she came on my face wasn’t going to happen.
The worst part was that she wouldn’t leave. No matter how short-tempered or ridiculous I was, she stayed. Damn her; she did her job practically perfectly. Betsy had been right about one thing—Anya was good. Too good, in my opinion, because it meant I had no cause to fire her. Believe me; I’d tried. I’d also tried to bribe her to quit on multiple occasions, but she turned me down flat every time.
If it weren’t for the fact that she got under my skin like no other, we’d probably be doing just fine. Unfortunately for me, she had a sassy mouth that matched the seductive sway of her walk. It was a shitty situation all the way around, and there didn’t seem to be any resolution in sight.
When she blinked, I wanted to stare into her eyes while I fucked her. When she swayed her perfectly rounded hips as she walked, I wanted to bend her over my desk and fuck her from behind. When she pouted her puffy insert dick here lips, I wanted to shove my cock in her mouth and then fuck her. When she mouthed off, I wanted to shove her panties in her mouth and fuck her. Clearly, I had issues.
Coming out of the washroom in my office, I grimaced when I found Anya sitting in one of the two visitors chairs in front of my desk. I’d been dreading my meeting with her all fucking day, which was pathetic. Betsy and I had met after everyone else left the office once a month to talk about staffing issues with no one around. It was something we’d always done which I felt was smart and wanted to continue, but with Anya, I hated it and continuously found ways to avoid it. My luck was up and I had no choice but to put on my game face. Steeling myself for the coming hour, I crossed the room and took a seat at my desk.
For once Anya didn’t watch my every move. This was because she was busy watching the rain as it came down in sheets and beat against the windows. It had been dark and cloudy all day, which was something I actually enjoyed. My office took up the front of a magnificently converted brownstone in one of the most sought-after areas in the city, and the view from my windows was always a highlight. I loved to sit at my desk and watch the as the clouds swirled and the lightning crashed as people ran down the sidewalk to get out of the rain. Sometimes it was even a little bit frightening—but I liked it. Anya, on the other hand, did not look thrilled.
“It’s just a spring storm,” I assured her.
She nodded, biting her lip as she turned away from the windows. Fuck, I hated when she bit that goddamn lip because without fail it made my dick hard. It didn’t matter where we were or what we were doing—if she bit or licked her lips, I was ready to fuck. I was sure the term dick sucking lips had been invented about Miss Sims.
Clearing my throat gruffly, I pulled out one of my legal pads and uncapped the Montblanc fountain pen my grandparents gave me when I passed the bar exam.
“Let’s talk about Hayforth,” I said, referencing one of the junior associates. “I noticed the highlighting you did on the updated spreadsheet. She’s billing almost double the hours of the two people closest to her in rank. I’m assuming the highlight was to bring this to my attention.”
Anya nodded. “It was.”
“Tell me what you’re thinking.”
“At the very least she should be given a bonus, but with her billable hours and rate of return business combined with her overwhelmingly positive referrals I think you’d be crazy not to fast track her for junior partner.”
I jotted down some notes on my legal pad. “I need you to get me some numbers. How long Cuomo and Miller had been here when each was made a junior partner?”
I should’ve known she’d already had that information at hand. Like I said— based on her job performance I was never going to have a substantial reason to fire her. We spent the next few minutes going over the details. It wasn’t a surprise that I agreed with her assessment, and I told her to have a package put together that I could take to Hayforth when I offered her the promotion.
We were moving on to the next order of business when a tremendous clap of thunder followed by two massive bolts of lightning shook the building. I wasn’t even a little surprised when the power flickered and then died. The windows trembled as another bolt of lightning flashed across the sky.
Anya screeched as she jumped from her seat, ran around my desk, and flattened herself against the wall next to the bookcase. I’d never seen her so flustered before, which concerned me.
Without electricity, my office was nearly pitch black. Standing, I walked to Anya and set my hand on her shoulder, frowning when I realized she was trembling. “It’s going to be okay,” I assured her calmly. “The storm will pass in just a few minutes.”
As if to negate my words, two more bolts of lightning lit up the room. Fisting my suit jacket in her hands, Anya buried her head against me.
“I’m terrified of lightning,” she mumbled against my chest.
Yeah, I had figured that out. Unfortunately, I wasn’t really thinking about her fear anymore because she was closer to me than she’d ever been and my dick was standing at full attention.
“I’ll, uh, go get you a cab,” I muttered as I tried to step back.
“No!” she squeaked as she gripped my jacket tighter. “Are you insane? If I walk out there, I could be struck. I know you can’t stand me but surely you don’t want my death on your hands.”
“That’s not true,” I argued. “I don’t dislike you.”
“You’re a lying liar who lies,” she mumbled against my chest. “Even now you’re probably trying to think of how you can shove me out the door with a piece of metal so I can be a conduit for the lightning.”
“Anya,” I said sternly. “Stop that.”
Instead of banking down, the thunder and lightning only seemed to be getting worse. The more intense it got, the firmer her grip on my got. I suspected if it kept up, she’d figure out a way to get inside my body.
“Don’t act like you don’t daydream about my demise,” she squeaked.
“I promise you I don’t.”
I wasn’t lying. My daydreams about her were very detailed and none of them featured her being injured. On the contrary, in my fantasies she was alive, well, and on her knees sucking my cock or spread out across my desk screaming as I fucked her senseless. Lately I’d taken to fantasizing about what she’d look like pregnant, which wasn’t ideal.
“Whatever,” she huffed. “Now you’re making me feel bad for visualizing you falling into a black hole or getting taken by aliens.”
Damn. She really didn’t like me. It shouldn’t have mattered—I didn’t fucking want her to like me after all, right? The joke was on me because I was salty about her revelation.
“You talk too much,” I said gruffly.
“Add it to the list of things about me you can’t stand, right next to my heels being too high, my hair being too long, my skirts being too something, and my lipstick being—”
I don’t know what it was about that moment that shattered my control, but whatever it was changed everything in a blink. I went from staring down at the top of her head to cupping her face and lifting it so she was looking at me. She stopped mid-sentence, her eyes widening as I leaned in and kissed her. I bit down on her puffy lower lip and slid my tongue into her mouth when she gasped.
Fire licked up my spine and I groaned low in my throat as I got my first taste of Anya. She was like a goddamn drug, one that I wanted to overdose on for the rest of my life. Her tongue dueled with mine as she yanked at my jacked so that I was right up against her, not even a quarter of an inch between us. I moved my hands from her face down to her perfect ass, which I gripped for leverage as I ground against her.
We kissed like two desperate lovers who’d been apart for years. Letting go of my jacket, she threaded her hands into my hair and tugged as she matched the motions of my tongue stroke for stroke. I loosened my grip on her ass in order to reach down and grab the hem of her skirt. When I’d yanked it up to her thighs, I gripped her at the waist and lifted her up. Without breaking the kiss, she wrapped her legs around my waist and ground herself against me. My cock jerked and leaked pre-cum when I lowered first one hand and then the other to her ass and felt that she was wearing a thong and garters.
Tearing my mouth from hers, I glared down at her. “Are you trying to fucking kill me by wearing this shit?”
3
Anya
Holy shit—Devlin kissed the hell out of me. I’d never had better, and I wanted more, more, more.
“Wearing what shit?” I asked huskily.
He groaned as he snapped the silk of one of my garters against my skin. “This, Anya. And this,” he continued as he trailed his hand around my backside and tugged at my thong.
“Are you really giving me shit about my underwear, Mr. Fitzpatrick?”
Bringing his right hand to the front of my thong, he shook his head as he barked out a harsh sound. “Just saying that if I knew this was what you had on, I’d have lost the fight long before now.”
I whimpered as he pushed it to the side and cupped my sex. “Such a smooth, wet pussy,” he moaned. “Have you been thinking dirty thoughts about me, Miss Sims?”
Sliding my hand between us, I palmed his hard cock through his clothes and gave a little squeeze. “I’ll answer if you will, Mr. Fitzpatrick.”
“Dammit Anya,” he growled as he thrust against my hand. “When you’re touching my dick, you call me Devlin.”
“That isn’t an answer, Devlin.”
I gasped as he traced his middle finger up and down on my clit.
“I think about you all the time,” he answered gruffly.
“Me, unf, oh God, me too,” I moaned as he sank two fingers into my soaked pussy.
“Jesus your cunt is tight,” he hissed. “Are you going to let me do all the things I’ve thought about doing to you, Anya? Be warned; they’re filthy.”
I bit my lip as I tilted my head back against the wall. “That depends. Are you going to let me do all the dirty, dirty things I’ve wanted to do to you?”
“I knew it,” he hissed. “You really are trying to kill me.”
“That wasn’t an answer,” I panted. My pussy grew even wetter as he rubbed my clit with his thumb while he fucked me with his fingers.
“You can do whatever you want,” he murmured.
“Then yes,” I moaned. “I’m all yours.”
He pulled his fingers from me so quickly I felt like I had whiplash. “Stand up,” he ordered.
Letting go of the hold my thighs had around his waist I set my feet on the floor.
“Get your shit,” he rasped.
My stomach dropped as I gaped at him. That son of a bitch had been fucking with me.
“You are the biggest piece of shit ever. I can’t believe you just played me like that—”
He covered my mouth with his hand and ground against me. “Jesus, Anya. I’m not fucking stopping,” he said harshly. “But you’re out of your mind if you think my office is where I’m going to fuck you. There’s a big bed waiting for us in my bedroom, which you know damn well is three buildings down. Get. Your. Shit. The quicker you do the faster I can get my mouth on your clit and my cock in your cunt.”
Another bolt of lightning streaked across the sky as he spoke. “You want to go out in that?” I asked.
“We’ll run. I promise we’ll make it, sweetheart. Now get your shit so we can go.”
In my right mind, I’d have told him to pound sand—I mean really, who tried to outrun lightning in the pouring rain? I wanted his cock enough that I was willing to risk life and limb to get it.
Pushing him aside, I hurried through the dark office and went to my desk to grab my purse. Devlin came out a second or so later, the sound of him jingling his keys telling me he was itching to lock up and go.
Grabbing my hand, he hurried me out of the door. The rain was still coming down fast and furious as he stabbed the key into the lock and secured the office. We hurried down the stairs, but I was significantly slower than him in my heels. Stooping down he threw me over his shoulder and ran through the rain to get to his front door. The speed with which he got us there didn’t matter—the rain was so extreme that we were both soaked. He held me still with one hand wrapped around my waist as he unlocked his front door, ignoring my shriek as another bolt of lightning lit up the area.
He set me down on my feet and made sure I was steady before he turned, locked the door, and threw his keys on a table in the entryway. “Strip,” he growled. He said this as he tore off his suit jacket and tossed it to the floor like it was a JC Penny special instead of Brooks Brothers. I kicked off my heels and set them upside down to dry. He undid his tie in a hurry before he ripped his shirt off without care. Sensing a theme, I undid two of the buttons on my blouse and pulled it up and over my head. He growled as a bolt of lightning gave him a view of my red pushup bra. I’d barely had time to unzip my skirt before he had his shoes, socks, and the remainder of his clothes off, leaving him in only a pair of dark boxer briefs. Gripping the waist of my skirt, he tugged it down and helped me step out of it before he lifted me into his arms and carried me up the stairs.
When we got to his bedroom, he set me down in the middle of his bed and walked away. A few seconds later he reappeared with a towel, which he then used to dry my hair as much as he could. Once I was as dry as I could be, he rubbed his own hair until it was dryer before he tossed the towel off the edge of the bed and climbed up over me.
I spread my legs and wrapped my arms around his shoulders as he covered my lips with his and kissed me deeply. I could hardly believe Devlin Fitzpatrick was damn near naked on top of me. As we kissed, he reached behind my back and undid my bra. Taking his mouth from mine, he pulled the straps down and took the bra off.
“You have no fucking idea how badly I wish I could see this,” he murmured before he leaned in and sucked a pebbled nipple into his mouth. The warmth of his tongue against my skin was incredible. My clit throbbed, and my pussy got wetter as he went back and forth between my breasts.
I slid my hands into his damp, silky hair as he kissed his way down my torso. A whimper escaped me when he stopped and dipped his tongue into my bellybutton. Gripping my garter belt said, “this stays on.”
I nodded as he continued kissing his way down my body. When he got to my red silk thong underwear, he ripped the sides with ease before tossing the ruined panties to the floor.
Burying his face against my molten core, he groaned. “I’ve dreamt of this probably five hundred times,” he murmured, his warm breath tickling the smooth skin of my mound.
“Me too,” I admitted.
My back arched as his hot tongue swiped across my clit. Devlin went from zero to sixty in under a second, his mouth devouring me desperately as he ate my pussy like he couldn’t get enough. He growled against me as he plunged two fingers inside and began to thrust them in and out. I gasped, rocking against his tongue as he fucked me with his fingers. The scrape of his stubble against my sensitive flesh set my body on fire. As many times as I’d imagined it, nothing had prepared me for the real thing. I could barely wrap my mind around how good his tongue and fingers felt on and inside of me.
“Devlin,” I moaned, my head thrown back as I ground myself against his mouth.
The sound of his tongue lapping against my clit was almost too much for me to handle. I tugged his hair as I came, crying out something nonsensical as he scissored his fingers inside of me, the movement making me that much wetter.
“Oh God,” I yelled. “Fuck!”
I was still coming when he came up and spread my legs. “Keep them spread,” he ordered.
Hearing him tug off his boxers made me frown because I wished I could see his cock. I’d felt it when I was grinding against him in the office, but I wanted more. I wanted everything.
Settling between my legs, he rubbed his head against my opening. “It’s going to take you a few seconds to adjust. I’ve got a big fucking dick,” he growled.
I moaned as he pushed the head in, my body struggling to accommodate it. Jesus, he wasn’t kidding. If the head was anything to go by his dick was massive.
“Don’t worry,” he rasped as he rubbed his thumb against my clit and slid a little deeper. “Bigger is better, Anya. Once I break you in, you’ll beg for it.”
I groaned as he leaned in and kissed me, his cock sliding in inch by inch. Ripping his mouth from mine, he made a tortured sound. “So fucking tight,” he groaned. “You gotta stop squeezing your cunt around me so hard, sweetheart. I need to control myself.”
I whimpered as my body struggled to accommodate him. Inch after inch sank inside, but the way he held himself over me said there was still more to go. Fuck, I thought, maybe it was better that I couldn’t see it.
When it finally happened and he was in me to the root, he hissed out a sound that made my pussy wetter than ever.
“Fuck, yes,” he growled. “I knew it.”
He rocked back and forth a dozen or more times as he got me used to his size, while his thumb rubbed against my clit to make me crazy.
“So wet,” he said as he picked up speed and started really giving it to me.
“Devlin,” I moaned as his cock rubbed areas inside of me that had never been touched before.
“Wish I could see,” he muttered. “Fucking need light. Dreamt of this, Anya. Knew you’d feel perfect on my cock.”
“Oh, God,” I cried as he fucked into me harder.
