"Stop calling me sir," I growl, staring into her eyes. "You're too innocent for that . . . unless you want me to give you a reason to call me sir."
I tug on a wisp of her hair, moving my lips down to her neck, tasting her sweet skin again, my body throbbing with need. Usually, I can't wait for the elevator to make it down to the gym, but this time, I reach over blindly, hitting the Stop button with my free hand, not caring about the dinging noise. "Oh, gawd," Roxy groans, nearly melting into me as my lips trail her flesh. I can feel her heart pounding so hard in tandem with the blood pumping through my dick. "Yes . . ."
My whole body screams for me to take her. Right here and now, to hell with the consequences. If we got caught, the whole world be damned. It'd be worth it. She's worth it.
I reach down, grabbing her ass and pulling her skirt up, squeezing her ass with my right hand as I nibble and suck on her lips, feeling her submit to my insane desire. And it is insane. Seeing an employee is one thing. But fucking her in the elevator is a good way to find myself fired.
Still, I slide my knee between hers and spread her legs. She moans, grabbing my head and kissing me fiercely, gasping as the bulge of my cock in my pants rubs against the satiny slickness of her panty-covered pussy. "We can't . . ."
"We are," I growl, staring in her eyes. "You wanted me . . . you got me, Angel."
I grind my cock against her, staring into Roxy's eyes as her hips start taking over, riding the bulge of my cock. Even through the cloth, her pussy is white hot, and I thrust against her, dry humping her. Grinding against her, I can feel my cock throb, and I don't care. I'm tempted to pull back, undo my pants, and bury myself inside her. Our tongues twist and taste each other as I pin her against the elevator wall, our bodies needing it.
I can feel her start to tremble, shaking as I push her harder and faster, and I thrust harder, staring in her eyes as she digs her fingers into the back of my neck, moaning thickly. "Jake . . ."
"Come for me, Angel," I growl, grinding into her. It's all she needs, and she bites her bottom lip, shaking and whining softly as she comes. "My turn."
I let her down to turn her around, pushing her lush body up against the wall of the elevator so I can free my cock. It's throbbing, and I can feel the precum soaking my boxers. I need her so badly. "Bend over."
She does, and I realize I don't have a condom, but I'm so fucking hard that I don't care. I'm going to fuck her anyway. I almost do, but she's saved by the phone ringing. Fucking cockblocking Building Security. I pick up the phone. "Is everything okay?" a voice asks.
I step away from her, straightening my tie and fighting down my desire. My cock is raging hard in my pants, and I know that my underpants are ruined. Fuck it, I'm going to the gym anyway, and right now, I've got some extra motivation for my workout. "Yes, just a bit of nausea, thank you," I say, hanging up the phone and starting the elevator again. I turn to Roxy, who's still gasping. "Tonight is a special night at the club." I omit telling her it's karaoke night. "I expect you to be there. And wear something flashy."
Her eyes seem to scream, But what about our agreement? despite the fact that we almost just fucked in an elevator. The car reaches the gym level, and with a ding, the doors open. Finally, Roxy speaks up. "What time?"
With one last look, I step out, grinning victoriously. "Make it eight thirty. I'll see you then."
The doors start to close, and just before they do, she flashes me a bit of her saucy grin. "Yes, sir."
Oh, she's gonna get it.
Chapter 12
Roxy
"What happened to strictly business?" Hannah scolds me as we walk into our apartment after work and I toss my jacket on the couch. Squatting, I pull off my work heels and toss them onto the floor before I sag into the couch, exhausted by the half hour of bickering.
"And I have been!" I argue. "But I can't help that he cornered me and ordered me to go."
"Ordered you?" Hannah says, pulling off her heels and throwing them across the room and nearly hitting Mr. Felix, who goes scrambling away with a feline yowl of outrage. "What is he, your daddy?"
"No, but he's my boss!" I groan, laying my head back on the cushion, hoping to keep the headache that's threatening to break out behind my eyeballs from turning into a migraine.
"Yeah, but this isn't something you had to say yes to!"
"He didn't give me time to say no," I half lie. "He walked off before I could say anything."
Besides, the truth is, the way he made me come left me breathless. I still haven't gotten over how good it felt to feel that big, hard cock rubbing up against my . . .
"You just want to go," she accuses with a smirk on her face, pulling me out of my lustful thoughts. "Admit it."
It's true. I can't even work up the energy to disagree. All week, I've been avoiding him, trying my best to do what needs to be done. But after that move he pulled in the elevator . . . shit. I have to go. He dropped in on me and tempted me. Now I'm like a bee that's going after her honey.
"Anyway, I'm going to get ready," I say ending the conversation without admitting anything, but my eyes give it away. She's right and she knows it. "Tonight, yes, I'm going," I say when I'm not facing her. I laugh. "Don't worry! I won't overdo it."
Hannah yells, "You lowdown, dirty tramp!"
I laugh, going into my bedroom. Wear something flashy. Jake's words come back to me. Flashy? Oh, I know flashy. In fact, I'm pretty sure I've still got some of my club wear somewhere in here. I never throw anything out. I go plunging into my closet, reminding myself that someday, I have to clean and organize all this shit, when I see it. My dress. It was a gift from some of the guys at Trixie's when I was getting scouted for a record deal. Thigh-length and sparkly, it's flowy and flirty but still clings to my curves, molding itself against my breasts and making me look hot. Quickly stripping, I wish the dress had space for a bra, but there isn't. I'm just going to have to go all-natural. It makes me feel sexy, my nipples hardening in anticipation before I go hunting for my naughtiest silver and white thong and let the dress pour over my shoulders and down.
I find the matching heels for this thing and slide them on, checking myself in my mirror. A quick tousle of my hair, and I look at myself again, stunned. "Damn," I murmur, grinning. Here is what I've been missing. Here's the Roxy who used to make people scream my name, and not just the few lucky men in bed. I do a quick little touchup of my makeup around my eyes and walk out, twirling as I do, showing off with a spunk I haven't felt in a long time. "All right girl, whatcha think? Will I blow up the club or what?"
"Okay. Fuck this shit!" Hannah, who's sitting on the couch, yells when she sees me. Without another word, she disappears into her room. I can hear her mumbling that I'm making a huge mistake and should listen to her, and I can tell she's getting dressed. In minutes, she comes back in a similar sparkly getup and heels. "Take that, bitch!"
She struts in front of me, popping a hip in my direction. "As you can see, you're not the only one with an ass around here."
I laugh. At least she's given up on lecturing me. "So you're going?" I ask incredulously. "And where the hell did you get that?"
"Just from that thrift store downtown, and you're damn right. Someone's gotta keep you out of trouble and show you how to do it. And someone's got to protect the men from Roxy's Raging Hormones!"
I laugh. "You could've at least worn something different. Copycat."
Hannah scowls at me. "Copycat? Girl, please. I look good. Better than you! Don't I, Mr. Felix?"
Mr. Felix, who is perched on the coffee table, jumps off it and crawls under the couch to the point where only his eyes are peeking out. I laugh hard. "I guess that answers your question. He knows the difference between class and ass."
"You little bastard!" Hannah rages, pointing at Felix as she goes for her keys. "I'm serious, nothing but dry food from the dollar store for you, the cheapest I can find!"
I laugh uproariously as we leave our apartment.
We get into Hannah's car, and on the way over to the club, she resumes her preaching. Thankfully, for my head, to a lesser extent.
"Remember, whatever happens," she says as we park, "keep it cute or put it on mute. Just don't go home with him. Let's have our fun or whatever."
I roll my eyes, closing the door. At least this time, we're in the main parking lot, even though it's still pretty packed. "Yes, yes . . . I've heard this all before! Please shut up, Mother!"