“Jade, how are you?” Speak of the devil and he shall appear.
Not being able to help myself, I throw the mag on the counter in front of him. “Not as good as you, apparently,” I spit out hatefully, betraying my true feelings.
He picks up the magazine and narrows his eyes at the picture. “Now, jewel, you know better than to believe anything in these magazines. They make a fortune off lies.”
“So I’m jewel again?” I snark, making my voice hard. I will not show weakness I repeat to myself. “What do you want, Tyson?”
“I want to ask my girl to lunch,” he answers.
“Why? You can easily break up with me right here and now, in fact, let me help you. Tyson fuc..” His hand comes across my mouth, stopping my reply before he pulls me towards his office with me mumbling an impressive string of cuss words across his palm when I realize his hand isn’t budging. If he offs me, at least there are witnesses I think as we pass a couple of junior associates and a scowling Nancy. Once we’re in his office, he locks the door and pushes me on the leather chaise against the back wall of his office.
“Tyson, what the fuck?” I growl.
“You’re not going to finish what you were about to say. You’re going to listen to everything I tell you or so help me God, I’ll put you over my knee and spank some sense into you.” When I stay quiet, he carries on, “I love you, Jade. I really do, but you make me want to strangle you at times. I needed my space, so did you when you didn’t come back to work. I wasn’t ready until today to actually see you because I knew once I did, nothing will stop me from fucking you and branding you as mine. I want to tattoo my name across your body so that there’s no question who you belong to.”
“You say all this, yet you fucked some random you picked up at the bar. Did you also tell her all this flowery bullshit? Are you in love with her as well? Love and what your dick wants seem to be the same thing to you.”
“Now, jewel, you know better than that.”
“Do I?” I ask and I hate how vulnerable I sound. Tyson has gotten to me and I don’t like it. In fact, I hate it. I want to rip his throat out for making me feel what I’m feeling right now. This is just like when I told him I loved him and he walked away, calling me a liar.
“You tell me,” he says before he lowers himself to his knees and grabs the back of my head, forcing my face to his. When he kisses me, he dominates my mouth, leaving no question that he loves me, that he wants me. This type of passion can’t be faked and I give it back to him just as much as him. The passion is explosive and soon we’re stripping each other out our clothes. Once we’re both completely naked, he bends me over the curved arm of the chase and slams into me from behind. I cry out his name and he rewards me by pulling all the way out and slamming back inside even harder. He takes me like a beast and I crave the rawness of our coupling. It’s wild and sexy, not the sure strokes I’m used to from him. Tyson is on the edge and I am his relief.
“I love you, Jade, and I’ll never leave you. You-are-mine,” he says, driving each word in with his dick. I cum, moaning loudly when I really want to scream for all the world to hear.
He slaps my ass and I gush around him as another orgasm takes over. “My jewel likes being hit, do you?” he taunts before slapping me again, and I moan, relishing the heat on my cheeks.
“What’s that, jewel?” Slap again and this time he gets what he wants.
I cry out, “Yes.”
Satisfied, he goes back to his back-breaking pace and we cum together, him biting down on my earlobe, showing his dominance like some animal. When his lips move to my non-tattooed side, I figure out what he’s doing. He’s marking me for all to see. “Just in case someone forgets who you belong to,” he states when I give him a raised brow.
“That doesn’t prove I belong to you. That just says I just got fucked.”
“You’re right. Maybe I should take you to get that tattoo after all. We’ll tat my name across your pussy, then no one will be confused.”
“As long as you get my name tattooed along your dick just to be even and all.” I tease.
“Maybe we can come up with another place. How about here?” He says, running his finger across my ass and I shiver from his touch. Pulling me up, he turns me to his body and says, “or here?” He pinches my hardened nipples and I’m wet again, wanting his body like he didn’t just fuck the shit out of me. As if he can read minds, his dick rises alive and his playful pinches become harder. “Get on your knees, love. I miss the sight of your mouth wrapped around my dick.”
I do as he says with no complaint and take him in my mouth as he watches me with rapt attention, eyes blazing. He loves me at his mercy, and I love giving him what he wants. If someone were to walk into his office right now, they’d get quite the show. Before he explodes, he pulls me into his arms and hoists me up. My legs automatically wrap around him and he impales me. Backing us into the nearest sturdy surface, he fucks me just as hard as the first time, rattling his shelves and not giving a fuck about all the books and expensive knick knacks that fall from his shelves onto the floor. In and out he pounds into me. His lips move to my neck and he brands it like his dick brands my insides. With a roar that’s muffled by my skin, he cums hard, filling me to the brim. Making quick work with his expert fingers, he has me seeing fireworks as I explode from another orgasm.
We’re both breathing hard as he lowers me to my feet and I collapse against his heated body. “I love make up sex,” he murmurs against me and I laugh, agreeing with him. In this case, make up sex was epic. In his bathroom, he washes me off, leaving loving kisses along my skin, making the act take longer than needed. Finally, when we’re both dressed and able to keep our hands off each other, he says, “I meant everything I said, including the tattoo. As soon as you’re able, my name is going somewhere on your body.”
I roll my eyes at the possessive bastard. “And I meant what I said. I will get yours as long as you get mine on that virgin skin of yours.” I smile smugly, knowing no way he’ll do that.
Reading the look on my face he says, “You’re on.”
The rest of the work day goes by uneventful. I get a lot of looks from my co-workers, ranging from awe, jealousy, and, in Nancy’s case, full-on hate. Besides taking this job, I have no clue what her problem is with me and that really bothers me. She’s McHottie’s secretary now, so she should have stopped jonesing for this spot. Not able to let it go, I grab the mag and head to her desk. When I get there, she’s steadily typing something on her computer.
“What do you want? Can’t you see I’m busy?”
Slamming the magazine on her desk, I say, “I want to know why you left this on my desk?” She doesn’t even bother to look at the magazine; she knows exactly what I’m talking about. “What’s your problem with me?” I flat out ask.
Slowly, she lifts her gaze from her screen and clashes with mine in a challenge. “Do you really want to know why I dislike you?”
“Yes,” I answer, crossing my arms.
“I don’t like you because you don’t know your place. You haven’t done shit to get where you’re at but open your legs. I, on the other hand, had to work my butt off just to claw my way into this firm. At night, I go to school, studying my ass off to become a lawyer, and not once in the two years I have been here has any one of the top brass ever noticed me. Not once has Mr. Garfield asked to give me private tutoring or insight into the top law programs. Instead, he’s been spending all his knowledge on you, gutter trash that’s fucking one of his partners and his son. You didn’t earn anything, and don’t even deserve to work here.”