Page 38 of After Dark
Chapter Nine
The next morning, Josette woke up feeling brand-new. Wildly, exultantly alive.
She turned over in the bed, feeling Arlo’s massive, muscled presence beside her. His scent was all over her. His arm was a heavy weight over her. Almost without thought, she shifted so she could make her way down the length of his body— his magnificent, glorious body — to wake him up the way he liked best.
The way they both liked best, she amended.
When he came fully awake in a rush and took over, thrusting deep and coming hard, she found herself feeling something like trepidation—maybe she meant excitement—as she waited to see what version of Arlo she’d meet today.
At first it seemed like business as usual. He didn’t discuss the day before. He simply took them through their normal gym routine and fucked her silly in the shower, paying extra attention to her rosy ass.
“I’m going into the office today,” he told her as he dressed. That gray gaze found her, and held. “And you’ll come with me.”
When she blinked at that, his head tilted. She felt that everywhere, especially after yesterday. “Yes, sir,” she said at once.
He got extremely picky over her outfit. He made a change three times, until the skirt was short enough to please him and the shirt she wore with it flirted with being indecently sheer. It was a tiny little T-shirt that also exposed a swathe of her belly, but he liked it.
She got that gleam of approval, silver and hot, when she spun in front of him in the armchair he kept for this purpose—and other purposes—in the dressing room.
Then he shook his head at every pair of shoes she tried on until she picked up high wedges with ribbons that wrapped all the way around her calves. Like bondage.
“Look at you,” he said when she finally got full outfit approval. “My slutty little angel.”
She was standing directly in front of his chair and he reached out, hooked a finger in the waistband of her skirt, and yanked her toward him as he stood. He slammed his mouth to hers, kissing her so filthily that she felt everything inside of her begin to quiver.
His fingers found their way below her skirt and soon enough, she was panting into his mouth. Then he knelt down before her, pulled one of her legs over his shoulder, and ate her pussy where she stood—holding her up when she came in a wild, blistering burst of heat into his mouth.
Arlo made her walk like that out of the apartment, her pussy ripe and soft, and made her sit in the passenger seat of his car with her knees wide, so he could access her as he liked while he drove through the traffic into San Francisco.
Once they reached his building, he kept her in his office as he conducted a few meetings. He introduced her offhandedly as his partner and was then as dry aspossible while his poor, overwrought associates didn’t know where to look.
Because he had her sitting with her legs crossed in a chair in the corner, supposedly absorbed in a book. Yet Josette could barely see the words on the page. She was entirely too aware that the short skirt he’d had her wear crept up dangerously high on her thighs. And from the way all the young, brashly male associates of his snuck glances at her, then away—some of them even flashing red—she knew he’d intended to put her on display.
Her toxic trait was that she loved it.
She liked it even more when, as they were leaving, he tugged her into what turned out to be a supply closet. He hooked her by the nape of her neck and once inside, held her up against the closed door. Then Arlo moved his hand from the nape of her neck to her throat, and squeezed.
Just enough.
He reached between them and found his way beneath her skirt. Then he made a sound of mock disappointment when he found her soaking wet.
“Such a slutty girl you are,” Arlo said softly. “Sitting in the corner of my office and giving all my young associates wet dreams. Shocking behavior.”
His thumb moved slightly, though he did not let up on the pressure.
“I’m sorry, sir,” she said, her voice a whisper and the thunder of her own pulse a wildfire all through her body. “I understand if you have to punish me for my horrendous behavior.”
“The only thing I’ve ever found that ever gets through to a girl so caught up in her own wickedness is a good fucking,” Arlo said, almost conversationally.
And everything in Josette seemed to seize with delight.
He moved, never taking his hand from her throat as he shifted them from backed up against the door to the nearby wall. Then he held her there, those gray eyes of his so stern on hers as he undid his jeans with one hand, shoved them down to his hips, and pulled his cock out.
Josette had been on the edge the entire time they’d been in this office building. Sitting in his office had been like torture. This was better. And worse.
It was everything.
Arlo bent at the knees, still holding her in that chokehold, then somehow lifted her up with his hand and pressed her against the wall with his chest, then held her there as he fit his cock to her molten entrance.
