Sincerely, Up Yours: A Grumpy Boss Romantic Comedy, page 12
It was nice up here. Quiet. There was just a gentle rustle of wind making the dangling strings of Edison bulbs sway in the night. I could hear cars drifting along and the faint sound of conversation from the house and some from the streets below.
“See? Nobody is up here,” I said. “Why don’t you head back down to the party. I have some work I can get done from my phone. I’ll come down later.”
“Nice try,” Darcy said. “You don’t think I realized you were coming up here to escape? Well, if you ask me, this is the perfect setting for our next interview. It’s beautiful up here.”
It was. The three-story building was dwarfed by some of the surrounding architecture, but we could still see patches of dark sky and the yellow, twinkling lights of windows all around. It was chillier up here than I’d expected, but I was comfortable enough as I took a seat on the patio chair, stretching my legs out.
Darcy came and sat right across from me, hands on her thighs. She gave them a little rub and shivered. “Kinda cold up here, huh?”
“Yes. You should get back inside before you get sick.” Still, I went to flick the switch on the heat lamp, which buzzed to life and started providing a little relief from the cold.
“Okay, Grandma.” Darcy laughed, and the sound was infectious.
I caught myself smirking a little and wiped the expression from my face. “Seriously. I need to do some work. If you’re really intent on interviewing me, you can come back later.”
“You said I could have you whenever I wanted,” Darcy said. Somehow, the tone of her voice made those words dirty enough to get my dick hard as a rock.
I shifted on the chair, suddenly uncomfortable. “And you want me now?” I asked. Stop it, Dominic.
Darcy’s eyes twinkled dangerously. “Yes,” she said.
I ran my tongue across my lips. All my plans and determination to stay professional tonight had felt as strong and unbreakable as castle walls–but Darcy was like waves that turned my walls into sand. Every little temptation was another wave washing away my defenses. Every smile and flirtatious word made me question what had seemed so obvious just hours ago.
Of course I shouldn’t fuck my employee. The conflicts of interest were obvious. The comparisons to my father were unacceptable. I wasn’t the kind of man who went back on his word, especially not when that word was something I’d promised myself.
I spread my arms, though, as if my body was operating separate from my brain. “I’m all yours, then,” I said.
Darcy visibly swallowed. I saw her shiver, too. With a sigh, I moved to sit beside her and took off my coat, draping it around her shoulders. She thanked me, looking down and smiling as she pulled it tighter. She was still shaking and goosebumps spread across her smooth, bare thighs.
“I swear,” Darcy said, teeth chattering. “This wasn’t a ploy to seduce you. I really just didn’t know it was going to be so cold tonight.”
She looked up at me and her eyes looked so damn big and innocent. My arm was around her before I knew what I was doing, pulling her in closer to me. She wiggled a little, finding a comfortable spot and then settling in. She tucked her feet beneath her and let her head rest in the crook between my chest and shoulder. I could smell that shampoo of hers again–like fruit and lavender.
“This is highly inappropriate,” I said.
“Okay,” Darcy said.
“I’m your boss.”
“I know. And I’m a cold employee. You’re just taking care of your employees.”
“What about that asshole you had dinner with?”
“Charleston isn’t an asshole. He’s my best friend.”
“And that’s all he has ever been?”
“Charleston is bisexual with a heavy lean towards guys. He just fools around with women sometimes.”
“Including you?”
“These questions are highly inappropriate, Mr. Lockwood.”
I grinned, even though my blood was already boiling again at the thought of her fucking around with some other guy. “Answer me.”
“No. I’ve never fooled around with Charleston. He’s like a brother to me. Happy?”
“Yes,” I admitted.
She pulled back a little, crooking her neck to look up at me. Her lips were parted and a lock of that short brown hair was drifting across her forehead. Some of it had caught in her eyelash, so I reached down to tuck it out of the way without thinking. Suddenly our faces had come closer and all I could see were the soft pink pillows of her lips.
“Tell me to stop,” I said, almost desperately as I moved closer.
“No,” Darcy whispered.
“Last chance,” I breathed.
“I dare you,” she teased.
I pressed my lips to hers, softly at first as I took her lower lip between mine. It wasn’t just soft, it was like velvet. She let out a hot breath and a sound from her throat as soon as our lips met. I slid my hand up her narrow neck and cupped her there, fingers threading into the hair at the nape of her neck as I clutched harder.
Our kiss deepened and I felt the momentum of it threatening to carry me into fucking oblivion. Her hot tongue teased my lips, flicking into my mouth and twirling with my own. I pulled her closer and the only place she could go was up and onto my lap. She straddled me until her skirt rode up to her hips, giving me a view of her white panties before she pressed her face back into mine.
“We should stop,” I said between kisses.
“Nobody has to know,” she said, kissing her way up my neck until she found my earlobe and sucked it hard.
I groaned with pleasure. My left hand slid up her thigh and around the back to cup her ass like I’d been wanting to for weeks. She bit my lip and grinded her hips into me until she was pressing herself against the shape of my arousal.
I moved my other hand to her ass too, pulling her back and forth across me as I kissed her.
Jesus Christ. I could already feel the arousal from her panties soaking through my slacks and into my underwear. I wanted to fill her. I wanted to fist her hair and bend her over this couch and fuck her from behind. I wanted to slap her ass and hear her gasp my name.
Some distant part of my brain was practically shouting for attention–pleading with me to stop before this went any further. But fuck that part of my brain. It wasn’t in control right now. Right now, Darcy was finally mine, and I wasn’t going to let anything come between us. The consequences could come later.
“You taste better than I imagined,” I said, tilting her chin back to kiss her neck as she continued to grind against me.
“Did you imagine I’d taste bad?” she asked. Her voice was breathy and halting. Her small hands had been working at my buttons and spreading them apart until she had my chest bare.
“No,” I said. “I’ve spent more time thinking about what it’d be like to fuck you than I care to admit.”
“Yeah? How did you imagine it.”
“You on your knees. Crawling toward me begging for my cock. First in your mouth, then I take you from behind and you moan my name.”
Darcy lowered her chin, meeting my eyes and biting her lip. A slow grin spread across her lips–they were already reddened from the intensity of our kisses. “Like this?” she asked, scooting off me and lowering herself to her knees in front of me. Her skirt was still hiked up and I could see the tantalizing triangle of her panties. She planted one hand in front of the other, crawling back towards me, eyes never leaving mine. “I want to suck your cock, Mr. Lockwood.”
Dominic. In my fantasies she’d always called me Dominic. Still, this was close enough.
“Come and get it,” I breathed.
She obliged, crawling until she was on her knees between my legs. She opened up my belt, undid my button, and then lowered the zipper of my slacks. With a forceful tug, she yanked my pants down below my ass. I could see the shape of my erection trying to free itself from my black underwear. She stared down at it, eyes slowly traveling from base to tip, then up to meet my gaze again. “That’s big.”
“Show me how much you can handle, Darcy.”
She swallowed, then pulled the elastic of my underwear down until my cock sprung free. She grinned at the sight of it swinging upright in front of her face, then her amusement faded. She wrapped her fingers around the base of me and her hands looked even smaller. It twitched at her touch and I arched my back, groaning with relief. I didn’t know how badly I’d needed to have her hands on me until now. It felt so good, I wasn’t sure how I’d ever stop wanting this, but that was a problem for later.
“In your mouth,” I commanded.
She licked her lips again, then parted them and slid the tip of me inside. She was warm, wet, and fucking wonderful. She slowly pumped her hand up and down, matching the movement of her head as she took a little more of me with each pump. I couldn’t help myself so I took a fistful of her hair and started to push her head down as I thrust up into her mouth. She put a palm on my thigh, pressing hard when I was too rough, but letting me fuck her face as I gradually found her limits and took full advantage of them. She could handle more of me than I expected, and the sensation of pumping myself into her mouth was unbelievable. Just a few dozen seconds of this would’ve been enough to make me come, so I slowed down and planned to drag it out.
Darcy had other plans. As soon as I eased my grip on her and stopped fucking her face, she put both hands on my shaft and started to pump her hands clockwise and counter clockwise as her head bobbed up and down. The wet sound of her mouth on me filled the noisy city air and all I could do was throw my head back and gasp.
“Jesus Christ,” I hissed. “Slow down. You’re going to make me come.”
She moaned something with her mouth full of me and didn’t stop. She kept pumping and I felt my orgasm rushing forward. I gripped her head, trying to stop her movement, but her hands kept going and she met my eyes as her pink tongue darted out and circled the head of my cock.
“Fuuck,” I gasped. My cock twitched and I came. It spurted free, mostly missing her but not completely. She moaned and continued to lick me, lapping it up and sitting back to wipe her mouth with a sexy ass smile when she was done.
I was breathing hard. I put a hand to her cheek and shook my head. “I wasn’t planning on coming yet.”
“Too bad. Now you’ll have to return the favor, I guess. Unless you happen to have a condom with you.”
“I wasn’t planning on fucking my employee tonight. So, no. I don’t.”
She gave a little shrug. “Raincheck, then.”
“I’m not done with you,” I growled. I lifted her and set her on the couch, spreading her legs. Her white cotton panties were absolutely soaked. I let out a low sound at the sight of it as I positioned myself at the other end of the couch. I lowered my head to kiss between her thighs. Darcy leaned back, head upright to watch and leaning on her elbows against the cushions. I kissed her all over, savoring the anticipation. She dug her fingers into my scalp, gripping my hair and squirming.
“Please,” she breathed.
“Please what?” I teased.
“Lick me there.”
I dragged the tip of my tongue up her inner thigh, prompting a wave of goosebumps to rise there. “You’ll need to be more specific.”
“Eat me out.”
“More specific,” I said.
“Eat my fucking pussy, Dominic,” she half-shouted.
At that same moment, the door to the roof opened and I heard a muffled gasp. “Oh, shit,” Marcus said. “Uh, Dom, when you’re done with that, Ally was asking about you.”
“Not now,” I said, mouth inches from Darcy’s pussy. “Fuck off.”
“Wait,” Marcus said. I heard him coming closer and I wished I could toss his ass off the roof. “Darcy? Is that you?”
Darcy slowly lifted her head over my shoulders and waved gingerly. “Hi, Mr. Fitzroy. He started it.” My body and head were mostly blocking her from view of Marcus.
“Like hell I did,” I said, twisting to glare at Marcus.
His eyes fell down to my waist. “Are you aware your dick is out, Dom?”
Sure enough, my erect cock–still wet from Darcy’s mouth–was swinging free. Annoyed, I snatched up my underwear and started sliding it on. “Go back downstairs,” I growled at him.
“There’s just one thing I want to clarify before I do. Does this mean company policy is that we’re officially okay with inter-office relationships now? Because I can go in and update the necessary files. Should I draw the line somewhere? Cunnilingus is okay, but no P in V?”
“Fuck. Off,” I snapped.
“Fine, fine.” Marcus turned to leave and stopped, yanking on the door. “Bad news, actually. We’re locked up here. Should I just turn around, or…”
Darcy was already pulling her dress down and scooting back. I very nearly pushed her dress back up and finished what I started, but common sense and logic were starting to leak back into my thoughts already.
“You owe me an orgasm,” she said in a low, sultry voice that made every nerve in my body light up.
“I’m not going to be able to stop thinking about picking up where we left off.” We were both speaking low enough that Marcus couldn’t hear.
“Good,” she whispered. “I was getting tired of you pretending you could keep your hands off me.”
“Are you eating her out back there?” Marcus yelled over his shoulder. “Because we could also just call one of my sisters to rescue me and you two could carry on once I’m out of earshot. Not that the comforting sounds of someone stirring a pot of mac and cheese wouldn’t be delightful background noise.”
“It wasn’t what it looked like,” Darcy said. She was standing already and had pulled her dress down.
I reluctantly pulled my pants back on. It was already hard as a rock again and ready for more, but I knew I was going to have to wait now. I was seriously going to kill Marcus later.
“No?” Marcus asked. “Can I guess what it actually was, then? Did Dominic get a sudden rash outbreak on his dick he needed you to look at? He pulled out his dick and you leaned in to look, but you both lost your balance and he fell over with his ass out and his face between your legs on that couch. Am I close?”
“You didn’t see anything,” I said, pressing my palm to his chest.
He grinned, then his expression went suddenly serious. “Dom, you covered for me when you found me with my… invention back in 9th grade. I still owe you several times over. But do you really think this is a great idea?”
“Weren’t you and Tristan trying to talk me into this in the first place?”
I could sense Darcy standing awkwardly behind me. She was probably mortified. I knew Marcus well enough to know this wasn’t going to spread to anyone else, but she didn’t know that.
“Did we? I honestly can’t remember half the shit I say.” Marcus rubbed the back of his neck and shrugged. “Just wondering if it’s a good idea. That’s all.”
“Marcus won’t tell anyone,” I said. “We can trust him.”
“I was actually thinking maybe I could just jump off the roof. I’m pretty sure gravity could help me outrun the embarrassment.”
“It’s only three stories,” Marcus said. “You’d probably just be even more embarrassed when we had to cart your ass to the hospital with broken legs and back problems. But if you want, I could hook you up with my fake identity guy. He’s more like an aspiring fake identity guy, actually, but I know he spends half his time watching videos on how to do it. I’m pretty almost sort of sure he’d be able to help you out. Probably.”
“We’re not faking anyone’s identity or jumping off roofs,” I said. “This is going to stay between the three of us and nobody needs to be embarrassed. And it’s not a bad idea because it’s nothing. We were just fooling around. There’s nothing else to it, understand? We don’t have any feelings for each other . It was just a dumb mistake.”
“Yeah, sure,” Marcus said.
“We good?” I asked Darcy.
For some reason, she was staring at her feet and some emotion was tugging at her features. She nodded wordlessly.
“Alright, good. Call your sister and have her come get us the hell off this roof.”
“Sounds like a plan,” Marcus said. “Should we wait for that ridiculously aggressive erection of yours to die down? Or…”
20
DARCY
Friday felt like it came too quickly. I checked the clock at work and saw I’d only had another hour before I was supposed to head out for the weekend. Dominic had given me an entire week to work more on this MLM piece and I still felt like it was coming down to the wire.
I leaned back in my chair, stretched my sore fingers, and dove back in. I was trying to do one last editing pass before I sent it to Dominic for approval.
Elizabeth stopped by my desk with her bag over her shoulder and wiggled her eyebrows.
“Leaving early?” I asked. “Did the dark overlord approve that?”
“The dark overlord values my hilarious sense of humor. He lets me get away with a thing or two here and there.”
I grinned, still scanning my story with the other half of my attention. “Is that right?”
“It is. Now, I know I’m no journalist, but I can’t help but sense some tension between the two of you. Are you going to tell me what happened, or do I need to put on my investigator’s hat?”
I chewed the inside of my cheek. The truth was I hadn’t told anyone about my momentary departure from sanity on Ally Fitzroy’s roof. I’d gotten on my knees and blown Dominic Lockwood. Hell, I’d even found some of his “Gentleman’s Relish” on my dress, as Elizabeth disturbingly liked to call it. I just hoped nobody I’d mingled with at the party had noticed.
But it felt like talking about it would risk breaking the spell. Even Dominic hadn’t tried to approach me since that night. Marcus Fitzroy, on the other hand, kept making lip-zipping gestures and winking at me every time we passed in the office. If not for him, I could almost believe the whole thing had just been some kind of fever dream.
