On Thursday, Bella is in a good mood. I’m sure it has plenty to do with how Miles and I shared her in the office yesterday. Thinking of that, I walk to Matthew’s office. He clears off a pile of folders, moving them to the ‘out’ box on his desk.
“Verified all these vendors and requests?”
He nods. “I did.”
“Perhaps you should join me then.”
“Of course. What can I help with?” Matthew asks, always willing to lend a hand.
It went far when we were in combat. He saved more lives than anyone. I know he’s still, all these years, torn up over his K-9 partner that he couldn’t quite get to in time. It’s not his fault that Bullet was so much faster than him.
“More like who.” I correct.
We head to Bella’s office and find her on the phone. Her eyes are sharp. “I don’t appreciate repeating myself, sir … No, as I said, I am the only manager you’ll speak with. And I don’t tolerate that kind of language. Work on the attitude and call back, perhaps then you’ll be able to talk to Mr. Langston.”
She hangs up, looks at us, and pales slightly. Since the white button-up she has on stays lighter than her skin, I’m not worried about her fainting. The khaki skirt is a smart match, just like the black heels she has on. She brushes her dark hair away from her face.
“Roman, I was just …”
“You handle customers well,” Matthew says gently. “We have no need for people who don’t have common courtesy.”
She smiles and then sits in her chair, pulling it tightly to her desk. I smirk ever so slightly and see her go from pale to interested in a second. That hunger in her eyes reminds me of how good she can be.
“How busy are you right now, Bella?”
“Not very.” She hedges. “Why?”
“You know Matthew. However, Gunner, Miles, and I have been eating up all your attention. Is that fair?”
She narrows her eyes. I’m sure she’s about to sass me, but I roll up my sleeves to my elbow and she nods once. “Considering this is a work environment first, I didn’t think of that.”
“She’s diligent,” Matthew says with a gentle smile.
I close the distance between Bella and I. Kissing her neck once, I lift my lips to her ear. “You got Miles’s cock buried deep inside you, but I think you’re eager for more. I remember how you looked at me once you were done.”
“Because you’re holding out on me, Roman.”
“I am. You have to earn my cock,” I remind her. “I think Matthew would appreciate some of your attention, don’t you?”
Her eyes raise to Matthew. She looks at him differently. It’s like she’s waiting for him to jump her as easily as Miles or I have. I walk back to my friend. “You’ve been wound too tightly.”
“That’s what stress balls are for, not women,” Matthew says, but his eyes linger on Bella as she stands. “How are you settling in, Bella?”
“Depends on what position you’re asking about.” She walks to Matthew and wraps his tie around her hand, pulling him close. “Some positions are more fun than others.”
“I’m sure. You’re in high demand,” He says, no hint on whether he’s flirting or being serious.
Bella blinks a few times, then tugs his tie tighter, pulling him down onto her level. “Perhaps I need some hands-on lessons from you. I can make room in my schedule.”
Matthew goes red. “I um … I’d appreciate that.”
“I have time now. I’m very efficient,” She purrs, then stands on her toes, one foot kicked up as she whispers something in Matthew’s ear. When she draws back, I swear, he looks like someone just cursed next to him in church. “What do you think?”
He slowly unwinds his tie from her fist and cups her cheek in his hand. “You don’t have to do that, Bella. If you’d like, I can take you on a date. I’m free tonight for dinner or tomorrow.”
“Tomorrow, Bella will be coming over to our place.” I hate it, even as I say it. Miles is more optimistic than I am about how this will end. “As long as her schedule allows it.”
“If Sugar Daddy says I’m going, I’m going. Especially since I’ll need at least one new bra.” She says with sass and a wink.
I catch her trailing hand, twist her under my arm, then pull her back against me. Matthew looks at us enviously. I know he tries hard to be a gentleman. We’ve shared a woman for the night, but he has his own way of doing things. Not to mention he believes in fine lines between business and pleasure.
Lines I love to cross. I kiss Bella’s temple. “Did Matthew turn you down?”
“You heard him just fine, sir,” Bella replies. “I don’t force myself on people.”
I shake my head slightly. “He doesn’t know what he’s missing, beautiful Bella.”
She hums in her throat and undoes another button on her shirt. Since I suggested she shouldn’t wear bras at work, she hasn’t. Proof she understands obedience. I reach into her shirt and cup her breast, stroking until her nipple hardens against my hand.
Matthew’s throat bobs and I see a flash of lust in his eyes. “You can’t tell me you don’t want to kiss her, Matthew.”
“Of course I do. I have eyes.”
“Bella, do you want to kiss Matthew?”
“Yes.”
I motion for them to go ahead. Bella approaches him and takes his hands. “I want you, Matthew. There’s nothing wrong about that. Can I have just a taste?”
He hesitates and she rubs over his jaw. “You’re so respectful. It’s sexy as hell.”
“You don’t think I’m a prude?” He asks.
“I’m not going to judge either way.”
She pushes his hair out of his face and he gives. He likes when a woman takes control. I know that. Sometimes he just needs a little push. He slowly leans down and cups the back of Bella’s head. I feel the anticipation build. His eyes flick to me before their lips meet and he pauses again. Finally, he kisses her.
He draws back after less than thirty seconds which might as well make him a saint because Bella is pure temptation. He leans down and whispers something in her ear before leaving. She shrugs when she looks at me.
“Six men, six different tastes, only one me.”
I motion her forward with my finger and she obediently follows. I tip her chin up and kiss her properly, devouring her sweet mouth, teasing her tongue with mine, nipping her bottom lip, the tip of her tongue, and taking what she so happily gives.
“You’re insatiable,” She moans as I draw back. “I’ve been good. I want you.”
“I know you do. The wait will be worth it,” I assure her. “Because I’m only going to fuck you when I absolutely can’t resist.”
She grins and strokes over my chest. “So tomorrow, I should wear a shorter skirt and a see-through top?”
“I will punish you for that,” I warn on a growl. I tug her shirt open to look over her breasts. “This view is only for us. Not for the entire sales floor.”
“You’re supposed to share, Roman.”
“With my friends, I will.” I jerk her closer. “Or have you already forgotten yesterday?”
“I haven’t.” She rubs down my slacks, finding me hard and ready to go.
I think my cock actually twitches under her hand. Knowing what her mouth can do makes me eager to put her on her knees again. She could earn a good, rough fucking with her mouth. But that’s too easy for Bella. Making her wait will remind her she’s not always going to get what she wants.
It will keep the balance of our relationship in check.
“I’m not easy, Bella.”
“You enjoy getting me horny and leaving me alone, don’t you?” She huffs, then slowly edges her skirt up over her hips. “I made myself come last night. Thinking of you fucking me with your cock instead of your fingers.”
No underwear today either. I rub my thumb over my bottom lip, trying to control myself.
“Want me to show you how I did it? I didn’t bring that toy, but I can show you with my fingers. I thought about you buried deep inside me and imagined myself blowing Gunner while Miles watched.”
“Apt,” I say, not trusting my voice.
She sits on her desk and spreads her legs, an offering. And knowing she’s this wet makes it hard to resist. She eyes me hungrily. “I don’t need more than one person at a time, Roman. I’d be happy to have you right here.” She spreads her pussy, just like I did yesterday. “Right now.”
I walk to her and tap her clit with two fingers. She jumps and bites her lip. She grips her thighs, holding them wide for me. “However you want me.”
“I want you wet and impatient tomorrow.” I close her legs. “Do you understand what that means?”
“Roman, but …”
“It means no touching yourself at all.”
“You’re kidding me.”
“No.”
“When I’m at home, all by myself, what are you going to do to stop me?”
I grab her hands and pin them to her desk. I speak right against her lips. “Absolutely nothing. Because I’ll know if you do. You’ll look all guilty when I see you tomorrow and then I’ll just have to keep denying you my cock.”
She whimpers. “Please. I want you so much.”
“Oh, I know you do. But there are six of us you can use to make you come. Choose one if you’re that determined.”
“Apparently, I’ve struck out with two. And I have ten fingers …. You do the math.”
I growl low in my throat. “Masturbate then.”
It’s a challenge and she knows it. She glowers at me and spreads her legs over our arms. When I try to retreat, she holds onto my hands. “Eat me out then.”
I kiss the inside of her knee, then up her thigh. When her hands release me, I cup her chin in my hand, holding my lips a millimeter away. “Like I said, naughty girl, I’m not easy.”
I make myself walk out of her office while thinking of my Nonna back home. Wrinkly, eager to swat me with a wooden spoon, Nonna who has never deemed my pasta good enough. My dick is soft like it should be when I walk out. Nick arches his eyebrow at me. “The timing – impeccable.”
“What?” My voice comes out gruff.
Nick glances at Bella’s door. “Sasha has complained about Bella’s wardrobe.”
“Please, feel free to let her know. If I go back in there, she’ll be wearing my handprint on her ass for the next few days.”
Nick chuckles. “Trying your patience?”
“Nothing submissive about that one unless she’s already getting what she wants. Maybe you can convince her to behave.” I pat his shoulder. “Good luck.”
“I don’t need luck based on that.”
I chuckle and head to my own office. I close my eyes for a moment. Bella is frustrating. Demanding yes, but she knows all the right buttons to push. I want to tie her up, spank her, edge her for thirty minutes at least, then fuck her until she’s come more than she ever has in her life. I bet I could get her over the edge at least four times before I come.
I’ll have to add that to my plan. But for that, I need her outside of the office. Perhaps tomorrow I can take advantage. But only making her wait twenty-four hours when I’m sure she’s going to break a rule and test her poker face …
I look down at my dick. “Do we make her wait or take what we want?”
We’ll have to see if she’s capable of behaving.
