Revenge: A Bad Boy Romance (21 page)

This time I did spend the night at Denton’s. Nothing happened, but I slept next to him for the first time. I wondered if he’d ever shared a bed with a woman and not had sex with her. Probably not.

Not going home meant I had no access to my laptop, and no access to my laptop meant I couldn’t upload yesterday’s recording. I was going to catch so much shit for this, but right now I didn’t care.

Denton’s place had been a mess when we’d come back yesterday afternoon, but while I’d been enjoying a lie in, he’d been tidying the place up and cooking breakfast.

“You know we’re both going to be late for work?” I said, as I shoved a piece of toast into my mouth. 

The smell of scrambled eggs and sausage wafted over from the kitchen and made my mouth salivate. I hadn’t had a cooked breakfast since I’d moved to Chicago and I was now realizing just how much I missed the food from my favorite café in New York.

“I’m the boss,” Denton responded, as he shoved some spinach leaves into the pan. “I can’t be late. And you’re my assistant, so you can’t be late either.”

“People will gossip,” I replied. “You know what offices are like.”

“There’s nothing to gossip about,” Denton said. “We didn’t do anything last night other than hang out and watch television. Unfortunately.”

“Was there something else you would have rather done?” I teased. 

I knew exactly what he’d wanted. I’d fallen asleep with his cock hard and pressing into my back. I wanted him to just take me. To just pull down my panties and thrust himself inside. Instead, he somehow held back, and resisted the urge to follow the instructions his penis was clearly yelling at him. 

I’d wanted it as well. At least, physically I had. I’d been dripping wet just thinking about him. But mentally I hadn’t been in the right place.

Things had been a little awkward after all the talk of death and revenge, but a good night’s sleep seemed to have put everything back in its rightful place. For the time being at least.

“I had been hoping to watch the Bulls game,” Denton said, not looking away from the pan in front of him.

“I really hope that’s a joke.”

“Why? You not a Bulls fan?”

I pursed my lips and crossed my arms under my breasts. “I could feel your cock twitching against my back this morning. I thought you were sending a message in Morse code at one point.”

“I was. The message was ‘get up and make me a cup of coffee.’ ”

“I’m supposed to be the one who makes bad jokes. You’re supposed to be the sulky, silent type.”

“What can I say? I’m in a good mood when I wake up next to a beautiful woman.” 

“How good a mood?” I asked. 

As hungry as I was, it wasn’t my mouth watering now, demanding to be satisfied. There wasn’t much in life sexier than Denton with a tight t-shirt on, standing in the kitchen cooking. Well, maybe if he had an apron on, too…

“Let me show you,” Denton said, stepping away from the pan and turning the gas off. “This is how good a mood I’m in.”

He walked away from the kitchen worktop so that I could see his lower body. He only wore a pair of boxers, and they were stretching at the seems, with his hard, thick shaft, peaking out the top.

“Holy crap,” I exclaimed. “I don’t think I’ll ever get used to the size of that thing.”

“I thought I was going to explode last night. Breakfast can wait.”

Denton walked over and grabbed me roughly by the arm, pulling me up from the chair and dragging me towards the bedroom. Breakfast could definitely wait.

We both fell onto the bed in a heap. I wrapped my arms around Denton as he landed on top of me, his lips crushed against mine so hard they never parted while we bounced lightly on the bed.

I wanted him so much. Everything else that had passed between us these last few days seemed irrelevant. My mind wasn’t capable of focusing on facts or logic right now. It was like being in a dream, but one of those ones you could control and savor until you had to wake up and face reality. 

Reality was full of choices, problems, and risks. I didn’t want to deal with that right now.

Here, in the moment, all I knew was that I needed him inside me.

His hands quickly parted the robe I’d slipped on this morning, and started exploring my chest, squeezing my pert breasts and running the smooth skin of his fingers over the goosebumps that quickly appeared.

My nipples hardened as his thumbs stroked the tips, teasing them until they had completely surrendered to his touch.

His lips left me, and moved down to plant delicate kisses on my breasts, before he took my nipples between his teeth and bit down gently.

I moaned in response and weaved my fingers into his hair, holding his face to my breasts while his tongue flicked against my stiff nipples, a tantalizing glimpse of what he would soon be doing between my legs.

I reluctantly let go, as his lips moved down my body, placing delicate kisses on the soft skin of my belly until he reached the trimmed mound of soft, curly hair just above my sex.

Denton’s fingers reached out and sampled the hot wetness between my legs as he parted my lips and teased my entrance by sliding a finger inside. I gripped hold of the bedsheets as one finger explored inside me while his thumb rubbed my bud gently. 

I relaxed for half a second when his fingers left me, only to be quickly replaced by his tongue on my sex. He explored my folds while I lay on my back just trying to stop the room from spinning. 

I was drunk on lust, as I thrust my pussy into his mouth, forcing his tongue inside me as my legs wrapped around his muscular back.

“More,” I groaned, as I kept rocking my hips. He was holding back, going slowly, while I was helpless to do anything about it.

Denton’s arm reached up and pressed my belly down, refusing to let me control the pace. I tried to fight his grip, pushing my sex up into his face with all my might, but I couldn’t move. I was his now.

“Please,” I whimpered. “Please give me more.”

Denton didn’t release his grip on me, but he did move his mouth up to my throbbing bud, taking it between his lips, before caressing it with his tongue. The gentle lashes sent electricity up my spine, making me throw my head back, eyes forced wide open as I stared up at the ceiling.

My wetness dripped down the insides of my thighs as Denton’s tongue brought me closer and closer to the edge. I could have come right then, but I wanted him inside me. I wanted him to feel my orgasm on his cock.

“Fuck me,” I commanded. “Now.”

Denton’s tongue paused, staying pressed gently against my clit while he considered whether or not to give into my demand. In the end, his desire to fuck me must have overcome his desire to tease me, because he pulled away and grabbed a condom from the drawers beside the bed.

His strong hands lifted my knees into the air and parted my thighs before he thrust himself effortlessly inside. I offered up no resistance as he filled me with his large cock.

We skipped past any of the soft and gentle stuff, as I immediately urged him to fuck me harder and faster, not stopping until I finally had the full force of his cock plunging into my wetness. The sound of his heavy balls slapping against my ass made me even wetter, as I imagined him emptying them inside me when he finally couldn’t hold out any longer.

Every part of my body held him tightly. My legs clamped around his. My arms wrapped around his back, with my fingers digging into his skin. My sex squeezed his cock, not wanting him to ever leave me.

My legs doubled back against my body as Denton buried his face in my neck, lightly biting the skin between his teeth. 

I couldn’t take it any longer. My breathing quickened until I barely had the strength to expel air at all. 

My body had the energy for one final squeeze, as I held Denton tightly against me, before I shook uncontrollably and came hard on his cock. 

I was so consumed with my own orgasm, I didn’t even notice Denton finish, but shortly after I came, he pulled out and discarded the condom, now heavy with his seed.

Denton held me in his arms, while I moaned contently and soaked up the moment. The next noise came from our stomachs, reminding us that we hadn’t eaten breakfast and now needed it more than ever. 

“Come on,” Denton said, as he rolled away and threw his robe at me. “We’ve earned this meal.”

Neither of us wanted to go into work that day, but I had a meeting at four that I just couldn’t miss. I’d rescheduled it enough times already. Once more and we’d lose a big client.

I told Chloe to stay at the apartment, although she wanted to come into work with me. That wouldn’t have been a good idea; she was practically glowing from the session we’d had in bed this morning. And the one just after lunch. If we went into work together like that, everyone in the office would know exactly what we had been doing.  

Not that I was all that subtle myself. It took a real effort not to walk around with a big, stupid grin on my face, and when people said ‘hello’ I immediately replied with a cheerful greeting that was completely unlike my usual grunt.

It sounded cliché, but I definitely had a spring in my step. I was less stressed, and I went hours without thinking about Roddy Barton. This attitude wasn’t conducive to killing someone.  

The client meeting flew by, but my good mood led to me giving away some incredibly generous terms that meant we would lose money on the deal for the next year. I needed to stop coming into work after sex with Chloe.  

How did happy people ever get any work done?

Chloe sent me an email to tell me she would be cooking dinner and asking if I wanted to come by. I hadn’t finished sending my response when another email came through, this time with a picture attached that made wish I was there already. It was a bit risky to use the work account for those sorts of images, but hey, I was the boss after all.

Chloe tasked me with getting the wine, but other than that, all I had to do was show up. I wanted to leave immediately, but we were closing out the end of the month at work and loads of employees were staying late. It would hardly send out a good message if I left at five.

I decided to stay until six, but not a minute later. I could fake a conversation on my phone as I walked out the door to make it sound like I was heading to a dinner meeting.

The minutes ticked by at an agonizingly slow pace. At one point, the time stayed the same for so long that I went to restart my computer thinking it had crashed. What was the point in being the boss if you couldn’t leave whenever the hell you wanted?

Chloe was probably still cooking, anyway. I’d have to wait until after dinner before I managed to strip those clothes off and have my way with her. She’d better not be a slow eater.

I couldn’t stay until six. I just didn’t have the willpower. I picked up my jacket at five forty-five and headed towards the door.

Then the phone rang.

My first thought was to ignore it, but it could be Chloe with an update on dinner. Or telling me to get round as soon as possible for an appetizer that hadn’t been on the menu.

No such luck; it was James.  

If I hadn’t seen Dad recently I would have ignored the call, but Dad’s mood had me worried. He was acting rashly, jumping at shadows all the time and overreacting.  

I picked up the phone to answer the call. My instincts told me this wasn’t a conversation to have on speakerphone.

“Hey Jimmy,” I said. “I was actually just on my way out.”

“I won’t keep you long. Hey, is Chloe with you?”

“No, she’s left already.” And she’s waiting for me, wearing a pair of pink panties that left nothing to the imagination.

“Good. Listen, I have information. About Chloe.”  

“What about her?”

“I’m going to tell you, but you have to promise not to overreact.”

“Asking me not to overreact just makes me think you’ve done something worth reacting to. But you’ve caught me in a good mood, so just tell me.”

“I had some people watch her,” James said. “Some of our men.”  

“What do you mean, ‘watch her?’ ” I asked. It sounded like they had been peeking at her in the shower, but that clearly wasn’t it. “How fucking dare you watch her. She’s my employee. This is my company, not yours or Dad’s.”