I’m so frustrated with Roman. He has me climbing the walls. I swear, I’m just going to walk into his office completely naked to see what he does if he doesn’t give soon. I’ve never wanted to impress someone or earn someone like I do him.
But Matthew is confusing. The fact that he’s so determined to do things the right way – to take me to dinner before giving me more than a soft kiss makes me crazy. My ex wasn’t like that.
I narrow my eyes as I think of that asshole. For some reason, just the thought of him makes me feel dirty. I do up nearly all my buttons and shake my head. He never wanted a girlfriend. He wanted wifey material.
Of course. He never said it like that. We had sex on our first date and he was eager to get out of the restaurant and give me his ‘dessert’ as soon as possible. I’d been horny from the start and hadn’t seen the harm. But once we hit the four-month mark, his expectations changed. He wanted me to be the fifties-style housewife. He thought I’d just give up on my goals and help him get his.
That I’d just stop working and pack his lunches, clean his house, and do his laundry. I scoffed at the idea. But I’d done some here and there. I’d made dinner for us twice a week. I folded his laundry when he did it. I tried to be a good girlfriend.
Then the sex started slowing down. Zack had been so good in bed. But I stopped feeling good enough. He’d told me he wasn’t interested in ‘slutty’ clothing even though he’d complimented the same clothes before.
All of a sudden, he told me to forget Valentine’s day plans and dumped me. In the two days that it took for Valentine’s day to roll around, he already had another girl on his arm. A pretty blonde that was all demure and sweet.
Within two months they were engaged and they had a quickie wedding at six months. I’d waited for baby news, but apparently, it was just ‘great timing’ and ‘love’.
I scoff at the idea even now. He was just determined to get married. That’s what it was. But before coming to this office, I was worried I’d only be the girl that comes before the ‘forever girl’.
Maybe that’s why I like how clear things are with the guys. I’m here for the sex and the fun. There’s no future to worry about. They don’t want a future and I’m not ready to settle down. Because that line’s in place, I won’t feel bad when it ends.
All six of these men are an upgrade from my ex either way. They aren’t confused about what they want and even if they’re each different and Matthew wants to respect his way into my pants, I’m not confused about what’s happening here.
A light knock on my door, makes me sit up straighter. “Come in!”
Gorgeous Nick comes in. He stands in front of my desk as I ogle him. Zack who? Why should I worry about some mediocre boy when I have these six god-like men in front of me? Nick looks me over and then looks at his note.
“Stand up please, Bella.”
“Am I in trouble?” I ask it seriously. I look at my skirt. “It’s within dress code. I memorized it.”
I prove it by showing him that the skirt comes down to my fist at my side. Nick shrugs. “An employee reported a potential violation of dress code.”
“If she could see how I’m violating the dress code, I’d have questions.”
Nick arches an eyebrow. I hold his gaze and he smiles. No blush on his face. “You’re a wickedly straightforward woman, Bella.”
“I’m going to take that as a compliment coming from you.”
I close some of the space between us. Roman frustrated me, but he gave me a loophole, a clear one. I rest my ass on my desk, standing close enough to Nick that he can touch me. Apparently, coming on to all these men directly doesn’t work. Miles, Gunner, and Roman – work decently well, but Matthew wanted romance.
“Is there something on your mind?”
“I’ve been invited to come over tomorrow,” I say. “After work, of course. I’d like an idea of what I’m in for.”
“Other than our hands on you?”
“You have yet to put your hands on me, Nick. Should I be offended?” I pout at him.
He chuckles. “No. I tend to be more professional than some of us. Not to say I haven’t thought about it.”
“There’s this great thing called a privacy screen, so if you’d like a preview, I’m more than happy to give it.”
“Bella.” He chastises despite the slight smile.
I flick the privacy screen on and undo two buttons. “I do have some questions about dress code actually.”
Nick tries to hide his smile. “By all means.”
“How many buttons am I allowed to undo? Two … three?” I undo a third. “Four seems like it rides a line.”
He watches as I get to five, exposing more than an appropriate amount of my breasts. Hell, my nipples are close to exposed. “And five, well … I think we agree that’s just too much.”
“I’m not sure. Please, continue.”
“I mean, if I was wearing a bra, this would be ridiculous, right? Far too much cleavage.” I undo a sixth. “But without a bra … I don’t know.”
Nick takes a step forward and his hand brushes mine as he sets down the folder. “Now, I think this is only suitable with the privacy screen up.”
His voice is husky and low.
I lean towards him, stroking his shoulder as I whisper in his ear. “And let’s say I wasn’t wearing panties. Is that a violation? Or is it only a violation if someone sees?”
“I think it depends on who sees.”
“Well, you’re the H.R. professional. Should I have you confirm whether it’s appropriate or not? Just to get your professional opinion.”
“This doesn’t seem professional,” He hedges.
“Do you have a better idea?”
Nick nods and kisses me. I gasp in surprise, but I definitely don’t mind this game. Nick’s tongue slowly slips between my lips. He kisses me slowly, softly. It’s such a stark difference from Roman who takes and demands. I melt a little for him.
He’s more what I’m used to. Eager, willing to play, and more than willing to cave for me. Nick’s hands slide up my thighs, under my skirt, and over my bare ass. He groans and guides me closer against him.
“So far, I have no problem with your undergarments.”
“You should be thorough,” I encourage him.
Nick groans and kisses me again. Heat builds between his kisses as he layers them one on top of another. I shiver as his fingers slide between my thighs from the back. He fingers my pussy so gently that I groan and fight myself. I want to come, badly. Matthew’s mini-rejection still stings a little despite the longing that was in his eyes.
And Roman, trying to make me wait.
Nick’s other hand slides up my front to finger my clit. “I did find a problem.”
“Well, we can’t have that. What’s the problem, sir?”
“You’re wet and unsatisfied.” Nick pushes two fingers inside me as he circles my clit with his fingers. “I can’t have an unsatisfied employee.”
“Yes,” I moan. “can’t have that.”
“I like to get positive reviews, Bella. That means you need to be satisfied in the workplace.”
I grip his shoulders tightly, trying to stop the shaking in my legs. His lithe fingers know just how to tease me, just where to touch. He works my body slowly before kissing me again and drawing out each kiss until I chase him for the next one.
Nick, is so reserved and focused … I didn’t expect him to be like this. I groan and rock against his hands, not sure what to do to get the most friction. Nick’s breath puffs against my throat, then he licks down and catches my nipple in his mouth. He moans as he teases me with his tongue, finding the same rhythm as his fingers flicking over my clit.
“Fuck, Nick. That’s so good.”
He doesn’t stop though. He keeps lightly pinching and circling my clit while working his fingers into me, curling, and moving them just like I need. When I come, I fold my arms around his shoulders and hold on tightly.
Nick swallows every moan, soothing me as I come down from the orgasm. He doesn’t let me fall which is great because I know my legs have given out. Nick whispers in my ear. “I approve of your workplace attire. But let’s keep it to two buttons undone.”
“Yes, sir,” I say.
“And your workplace satisfaction after one week?”
“Ten stars.”
“Out of five?”
I give him a sly smile. “Fifteen stars in that case.”
He chuckles and I steal his fingers before he can taste them. Oh no. If he wants to taste me, he’s going to do it the right way. I almost offer to let him fuck me, but his phone rings. He sighs and mutes it long enough to kiss me, then heads out of the office.
At the end of the day, I run into Matthew again. He holds the door for me. I catch him in the parking lot. “You don’t seem to approve of this arrangement.”
“I’m the last person to tell you what to do, Bella. I only worry about you getting hurt or being overwhelmed.”
“So if I said yes to dinner and let you take me out, what then? You’d be okay to kiss me and touch me?”
“Do you want me to?” He counters, leaning against my car with me. “I know I want to kiss you – really kiss you, but flings aren’t a normal thing for me.”
“I already drove Holden away. I don’t want to drive you away.” I admit while staring at my heels. “So I apologize if I made you feel uncomfortable. That wasn’t my goal.”
“It’s easy to get lost in the moment.” He takes my hand slowly. “I didn’t reject you, by the way. I meant it when I said I’d like to take you on a date.”
“Well, I’m coming over to your place tomorrow, so maybe after?”
“If you’re not distracted while at our house, I’d like that.”
“You’re welcome to do the distracting.” I bump his hip. “Considering you distracted the hell out of me the first day.”
“Did I?”
I tug him towards me and kiss the corner of his mouth. “I was ready to follow wherever you led. Even the basement, the stairwell without a camera, maybe even those dangerous dark alleys I hear about. I’d trust you to protect me anywhere.”
Matthew groans and when I stand on my toes to kiss him this time, he really kisses me. He’s hesitant at first. His lips move against mine, mold to mine. His hands are gentle though. He touches me like I’m fragile and the last thing he wants to do is break me.
I jerk him tighter against me and claw at him, trying to show him he doesn’t have to be gentle. But Matthew just ignores it. He pets my hair, slowly licks across my tongue, explores my mouth with tentative strokes, then draws back.
Even though he was gentle, slow, and almost lazy with his kisses, I still feel breathless. There’s a low heat filling me, kind of like a sizzle rather than the blood-boiling insanity that Roman and Miles stir in me.
Matthew pets my hair back into shape and shakes his head at me. “You’re something, Bella.”
“Hopefully something good.”
He grins. “We’ll see, won’t we?”
“That sounds like a challenge,” I say as he walks away.
He turns and flashes a smile that makes my knees weak. It’s so honest and genuine. “I have faith in you.”
He’s going to knock me out with that smile and the way he treats me. No. Just a fling. That’s all. It’s all about the physical stuff. That’s it. I just have to remind myself of that whenever I get confused and it will be fine.
