Page 12 of Rushing Her: Seattle, Westerners
“Ms. King, a gentleman would like to see you, and your receptionist informed me that I’m to contact her anytime you have visitors; however, this one couldn’t be stopped.” It is one of the lobby guards on the other end.
“I’m sorry. I don’t remember your name right now, but?—.”
“Bob,” he interrupts.
“Okay, uhm…Bob.” I try not to get so upset because I have a feeling, I know what he’s about to say.
Moving toward the door, the phone cord stops me dead in my tracks. Dang it, I didn’t answer it with my hands-free mic. “From now on, Bob, call my receptionist, Jane. She clears everyone. I’m not available for any walk-ins today, so just tell him to make an appointment with Jane, and I’ll meet him then.” I pray this is just a young player who wants my representation, and not the person I suspect it is.
“I can’t do that, ma’am. He told me I’d have to take him down by force. I can’t risk the chance of it going that far. He’s on his way.”
I drop the phone and rush for my door. It’s too late. Brayden is stepping inside.
“Jane, hold all her calls.”
He shuts the door, and the lock clicks loudly into place. I skid to a stop and look between him and the doorway.
“You can’t just come in here and give my staff orders.” I pause, and again, look from him to the door. “How did you know my assistant’s name was Jane?”
He just smiles and winks.
“Baby, I know everyone around you. Now, let’s discuss the fact that you stole from me.”
He stands there, legs spread wide, bracing himself and smirking with that sexy grin of his. His eyes twinkle as he scans my body up and down. He’s in black jeans and a black t-shirt, with a black bracelet on one wrist and his Rolex on the other. His tantalizing tattoos are visible all the way down to his hands. His bald head shines under the light, but not in an unflattering way. He’s sex on two powerful legs.
His words finally sink in. “It was just a shirt.”
“Oh no, baby, it was something much more serious than my shirt. You stole my pussy.” He advances on me, and I step back, dumbstruck by what he just said. I peer around him at the door. “If this isn’t a soundproof room, I suggest you prepare to hold back your screams.” Again, his eyes travel along my body. I’m wearing a long, black-and-white striped Bodycon sweater dress with a scoop neck. “Those fuck me heels are perfect for what I have planned.” My butt hits my desk, and I’m about to scoot around it when he spins me and presses me to the glass top, nestling in close to my back. “I had plans for that pussy and curvy body yesterday morning. You took that away from me. That’s stealing. You told me it was mine.”
His words rattle my body with shivers. My brain finally clicks on. “You can’t be here.” I attempt to shove him back, but he drops a folder onto my desk.
“Because of that?” he chides, and pictures slide from the opening. They are older, but I know what I’m looking at—the very same ones that coerced me into making the toughest decision of my young life. I was only nineteen years old. “Coach said those are the only copies, but I’m having some friends of mine double-check that. You and I were robbed of more than a decade. I intend to make up for that for a long time to come.” He presses a kiss against my exposed neck. Thankfully, my hair is pulled up in a high ponytail that trails down my back.
“We can’t. He could be lying to you. If you aren’t worried about your career, I’m worried about mine.”
Brayden twirls me around to look at him. “He’s dying, Alex. He apologized for what he did.”
“What? Are you sure? I don’t know.” I try to come up with something, anything, because risking my heart again is not happening. It remains in pieces from this past weekend. “I’ve moved on. I just wanted to scratch an itch.”
He throws his head back and laughs maniacally before leaning over me. “The only man you’re moving on with is me, Lexi.” His lips claim mine, and I grip the front of his shirt as my head spins. My breasts ache and press against the thin material of my bra, and my core spasms with need.
He pulls away before I’m ready to let him go, and I’m flipped back around. He presses a hand into the middle of my back, forcing me to lie on the glass of my desk. I turn my head as he kicks my feet out, opening me up.
Brayden
Squatting down behind her, I drag that dress up her body, revealing her ass. She quivers, and I slide her panties down, not wanting to destroy them because I’d rather her not walk around exposed like that.
Listing over her prone body, I begin unbuckling my belt, needing inside her desperately. I couldn’t sleep very well last night, worried that the chance had passed to plant my baby inside her after she ran from me again.
“Lexi, baby. No screaming, or I’ll spank you, and they’ll all know what we are doing in here.”
“Yes, sir,” she replies, and her seafoam eyes fall closed.
I line myself up and slide into her slick core. She presses a hand to her mouth as she moans, and I stifle my groan. She’s so fucking tight around my cock. I don’t want to think about any other men being here, but I’m so glad she’s still tight as the night I took her virginity.
I stroke in and out of her, wishing I could take her deep. My hand slides around her body, and a finger swipes circles on her clit, ramping her up higher and higher. I need more and nuzzle in even closer, pressing my chest into her back.
“Lips, Lexi.”
