Pursuit of innocence, p.26
Pursuit of Innocence, page 26
“I did. How about you?” Cut the crap, Brad.
“It was great. That was quite the shindig at Sebastian Dubree’s place, huh?” Well, we’re getting closer.
“It was. I liked that they thanked your company. What did you think about the new branding reveal?” I can only distract him for so long, but it’s worth a shot.
“It would’ve been an oversight on their part had they not acknowledged our years of dedication. The new brand seems more in line for today’s market, and it’s good timing for the company to make a change.” He continues to stand in silence while I get situated. I decide not to say anything more, leaving the ball in his court.
“I saw Sebastian carry you upstairs during the party—in the most unprofessional manner, I might add. Were you planning on telling me that you two were together? Or were you just waiting to rip the rug out from under me?” Yep, here it is. I wasn’t expecting this level of animosity though.
“I didn’t think my dating life was any of your business, and honestly, I was just as surprised as everyone else at his actions. We hadn’t made anything official or talked about it. I found out at the same time you did if it makes you feel any better.” None of what I’m saying is untrue, so I feel good with my response.
“I would say it is my business when one of the largest accounts I hold is in limbo because of the man you’re dating. So is this why he insisted you ‘work’ in their offices? To have you at his disposal?” Oh no he did not.
“I am not at his disposal, and dating him has nothing to do with the account. Your assumptions should be taken up with Mr. Dubree himself. Do you have anything else to discuss, or should I get to work?” And please screw off now.
“Don’t be naïve. He wanted you the minute he walked into this office, and it’s the only reason we’re still involved. Just give me a little heads-up before something drastic happens, all right?” He’s not wrong.
“I’ll keep that in mind. You were going to give me a list of companies from my presentation you wanted me to contact for proposals. Do you have that list so I can get started?” Then I can be done talking to you for the rest of the day.
“I do. I’ll email it over, and you can give me an update at the end of the day tomorrow on your progress. I hope you know what you’re doing with a man like Sebastian Dubree, Lily. He’s not the commitment type, if you know what I mean. I’d be careful if I were you.” He abruptly turns and goes into his office without giving me a chance to respond. What really rubs me raw is that he’s totally right, and I have no idea what I’m doing.
Sebastian
“The arrangements are made for the restaurant tonight, and the dress and shoes are already set to be delivered Friday. Will there be anything else, sir?” Lucy asks on my way out.
“That should do it. Thank you, Lucy.” I head toward my brother’s office. It’s located kitty-corner from mine and mirrors my own, but the views are to the opposite side of the bay. We have a working lunch in his office today.
He catches my eye as I walk in and quickly ends his conversation, which I can’t help but take notice of. “Sebastian just walked in. Talk later?” Someone familiar, who knows me, that he’ll be speaking to again soon. Hmmm. I really haven’t been paying enough attention.
“Who were you on the phone with?” I ask casually as I take a seat on the couch.
“Just a buddy of mine. So what’s on the agenda for today? And more importantly, what did we order for lunch? I’m starved.” I can tell he’s deflecting. Instead of prodding, though, I decide to wait it out; he’ll say something when he’s ready.
“Whatever Lucy ordered for us. I’m sure it’ll be one of your favorites, don’t worry.” I wink at him in jest. He hates coming to my office because of her infatuation with him. Hell, it makes me uncomfortable.
“You know you’re early, right? Our call doesn’t start for another thirty minutes. Did you run out of work to do ’cause I’d be happy to hand over some of mine.”
“There’s something I wanted to run by you.” He joins me in the sitting area, waiting for me to proceed.
“Lily’s going to be graduating in a couple months. I spoke with Bob Cooper, head of marketing, and apparently she’s proven to be a great addition to the team. I was thinking we should offer her a full-time position upon graduation. We’re always looking for fresh ideas, and she seems to fit in well here.” Technically his approval isn’t required, but I feel it’s need in this particular case.
“I bet she does.” He laughs. “That was quite the pitch. Is there a reason you’re not just hiring her without talking to me? You know you don’t need my approval, so what’s up?”
“Considering my connection to her, I didn’t think it would be appropriate to decide without you. I’m already walking a fine line seeing her while she’s in our employment. Offering full-time with a pay increase may cause some people to question my motives.” I already know what’s coming.
“So tell me, Seb, what are your motives? Is it to have an outstanding addition to our marketing department, or is it to keep Lily within your reach? You know I’ll back you either way, bro. I’m just keeping it real.” He knows me way too well.
“Keeping it real, huh? Both, I suppose. I do think she’s amazing at her job. She pretty much runs Smith’s office and originates half his campaigns herself. But I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want to keep her close. By the way, I took your advice. I’m taking her to dinner tonight and asked her to stay over. I’m so out of my element here, man. She needs more than I can give, but I can’t get enough of her. I can’t stop, even though one of us will end up screwed in the end.” I sigh in frustration but also relief. It feels good to confide in my brother.
“Sounds like you’re getting in deep. That doesn’t have to be a bad thing, Sebastian. Maybe just enjoy it and stop overthinking for once. Take it one day at a time and worry about the rest later. At least you’re both getting screwed for now.” He chuckles. Leave it to Eli to give sound advice these days, but regardless of how good it is, it’s always easier said than done.
“If only it were that easy. I wish I could go back to simple meaningless fucks—now that was easy.” Easy and boring.
“Do you? Because if that’s what you’d prefer, you should do it now before you string her along and end up breaking her heart.” Eli barely even knows Lily and defends the shit out of her every time. That’s the effect she has on people. Something about her captivates those around her. I bet there’s not a man out there able to resist her charm.
“Dude, we’re so fucking good together that I can’t even look at another woman. I’m wrecked for anyone else, I swear. She’s so goddamn pliable and receptive. And to top it all off, she’s submissive as hell in the bedroom.” I see the look of shock on Eli’s face.
“I certainly didn’t see that one coming,” Eli says skeptically.
“Outside of the bedroom, she’s a fucking force to be reckoned with—I can tell you that. But the minute things turn sexual, she releases all control and doesn’t even realize it. She’s every wet dream come true.” Dammit, I can’t let her go.
“Sounds like a keeper to me. My advice? Don’t fuck it up. I’ll back whatever decision you make regarding hiring her full-time. And one last piece of advice, if she works here and something blows up between you two, that’s gonna be a bitch to deal with. I’ll give you that one for free, and if you pour us a drink, I’ll consider that payment for the first.” Goddamn voice of reason.
Upon returning to my own office after our call, Lucy hands me an envelope. “Justin dropped it by, sir.”
“Justin?” I ask cluelessly.
She blushes. “Oh, sorry, Mr. Burns. Your security officer, sir. He also said to call and discuss it when you have time.” I really haven’t been paying attention to things if Lucy is banging my security detail unbeknownst to me. Crap, I’ve got to get my head out of my ass. Eli will be happy to hear she’s moved on, although I may keep it in my back pocket for now. I can’t give up my fun just yet.
Bewildered, I walk into my office without another word, sit down and open the envelope. I see red immediately. Why the fuck are there pictures of Lily with Surfer Boy? It looks like they’re in a coffee shop, probably on campus. I look at the date. It was yesterday. She didn’t mention it. Is she intentionally keeping this from me? I pick up the phone.
“What have you got for me?”
“She met with a man for coffee yesterday, and something about the guy unnerved me. Rather than continue in the opposite direction he started in when they parted ways, he stopped, turned around and watched her go until she was out of sight. It seemed unusual. Thought I should run it by you, see if you want me to check into this guy at all.”
I knew he had a crush on her; it was painfully obvious that night at the club. “I recognize him, and there’s no need to investigate further. He’s just a kid from college who’s infatuated with her. I’m sure the only way he can check her out is behind her back. Have there been more occurrences with the stalker?” Knowing he’s that into her annoys the shit out of me.
“No, I’m starting to wonder if it might’ve been someone watching the guy she was on the date with, but I’ll continue to keep an eye out.”
“Good. While I have you, Miss Thompson and I will be spending this evening together. I’ll be taking her to dinner in the limo and would like additional security to ensure no photos are taken. I’ll text you details after we hang up.” I haven’t explained to Lily yet that assumptions will be made and could become news if she’s seen with me multiple times. I want her to be prepared if that happens, before it happens.
“Sounds good, sir. Let me know if you change your mind about the boy. Otherwise, I’ll be in touch.” He ends the call. Straight and to the point.
As angry as I am with Lily for not telling me about meeting with Kevin, I’m more excited for the lesson I’m going to give her. Thinking about it makes the bulge in my pants uncomfortable, so I table those thoughts for now. I’ll have plenty of time to plan her punishment on the way to get her.
Lily
This day has been brutal. Not only because of my hangover this morning or the shit I had to put up with from Brad because of the sexy dress I’m wearing. But the anticipation for tonight with Sebastian is killing me. I’ve been wet all day.
It’s finally time, and as I get up from my desk, I see a black car pull up to the curb out front. Except that instead of the regular sedan I’m used to, it’s a stretch limo. Excitedly, I grab my bags, one from school and one for overnight, then head toward the entrance. “See you tomorrow, Brad,” I yell as I walk out the door.
Blake holds the door open and takes my bags as I approach. Sebastian is seated on the bench between the two back doors, and I climb in next to him. When I make eye contact, I notice something isn’t right. He didn’t greet me immediately like normal or make one move to touch me. I’m not sure if I should say something or wait for him to make the first move.
Once the car starts rolling, he finally speaks in a low, menacing voice. “Did you forget to tell me anything yesterday?” Did I?
“Umm, no … not that I can think of.” There’s no way he knows about Kevin going with me to the gala. Only Kevin, Cici and I know that, and neither of them would tell Sebastian. Shoot, I did have to give Kevin’s name to the coordinators for seating arrangements, but how could Sebastian have gotten that information? Shit.
“No plans other than girls’ night? No one else you saw yesterday?” What is he getting at? This is weird.
“No, I went to school and then your office, and you took me home yourself, so you know I didn’t go anywhere … oh wait, I did have coffee with Kevin in between classes. But that was just on campus.” It can’t be about that; how would he have known?
“You had coffee with Kevin. Did you not think it mattered enough to tell me because it was ‘just on campus,’ or did you not think going on a coffee date with a boy who obviously wants to fuck you was something you should tell me?” Okay then, there’s my answer. But how in the hell does he even know?
“Wait a minute. It wasn’t a date—we frequently get coffee after class. And more importantly, how the heck do you even know?” I hate that he can remain so calm, but I start raising my voice the minute I get upset.
“How I know is not important. What is, though, is that you felt it was okay to indulge in another man’s fantasy of being with you and even more so is the fact you didn’t think it was important enough to tell me. Let me ask you this. If I went out to coffee with Gretta yesterday, the woman who ran into us at the restaurant the other night, and today our picture appeared in the society column, which you happened to have seen, would that be okay?” Why does he have to make such a good point, damn it. Now I feel bad.
“Well when you put it that way, it makes sense. I honestly didn’t think anything of it, so I didn’t think to mention it. But from your perspective, you’re right. I should have said something. I’m sorry, Sebastian.”
“How sorry are you?” His voice sounds sultry this time, instantly making my insides clench with desire.
“How sorry do you want me to be?” I say seductively. Two can play that game.
“Get on your knees and wrap that sassy mouth around my cock.” He widens his feet, making room for me to kneel between his legs. Okay, maybe two can’t play that game. I stare at him in shock.
“Now,” he demands.
Instantly my core clenches. His dominance ignites me. I would never expect this kind of reaction from someone talking to me like that, but with Sebastian, it just does.
The problem is, I’ve never touched a man down there, let alone with my mouth. What if I’m terrible and he hates it? Knowing it’s too late to worry about, I sink to my knees between his thighs and wait for instructions.
“It’s not going to take itself out, sweetheart.”
Reaching for his belt, I clumsily undo it, then fumble with the button. Once I manage that, I slide his zipper down slowly, prolonging the inevitable. Grabbing the waistband of both his pants and boxers, I tug as he slightly lifts helping me pull them down until his massive length springs free. And there it is, as giant as I remember—maybe even more so. I’m frozen, scared to make a wrong move.
“Touch it, Lily. Show me how sorry you are and make it good, baby.”
He’s not giving me much to go on. I tentatively reach out and only graze it with my fingers. Oh, wow. It’s so soft, like silk. I curl my fingers around it and feel the ridge at the top. I can’t help but run my thumb over the tip just to see what it feels like. He lets out a growl as it jerks in my hand. So I do it again, getting the same response.
“Damn, baby, you’re torture. Wrap your hand around it now and squeeze. That’s it … move up and down, baby … fuck yeah, just like that.” He’s watching me as I obey his commands with a carnal look on his face.
I think I like this.
After doing that a few more times, I can’t resist leaning down to run my tongue over the tip to taste the bead of liquid there. Well that certainly got a reaction.
“Fuck, Lily, you’re killing me. If you don’t put my cock in that mouth of yours right the fuck now, I’m doing it for you.” This is supposed to be for his pleasure, but I’m pretty sure I just drenched my panties.
Circling the tip with my tongue a few more times, my saliva starts dripping down his shaft. I lick my lips and wrap them around the head, slowly sliding down, taking him in as far as possible. He moans loudly as his hips thrust.
“Oh, fuck yeah. Now suck it. Good girl, just like that.” He’s watching me with a look of pure lust.
“Take it deeper. You got it, baby.” He’s panting between each command, losing himself more and more.
I wasn’t sure I’d like doing this, but I’m so turned on I feel like I could climax myself.
“Fuck, Lily, your mouth feels so good taking my cock.” His head is tipped back on the seat, his eyes closed in ecstasy.
Seeing his reaction encourages me to go further, stretching, trying to take more each time. When I feel a slight thrust, I moan, so turned on that I’m responsible for his pleasure.
He brings his hand to my cheek. “All right, sweetheart, stay right there and don’t move. I’m taking over, okay?” I look at him and nod.
“Good girl. You’ve got this.” With a hand on each side of my head, he grips firmly and moves my head up and down, grunting out sounds of pleasure as he chooses the pace. “Fuck, baby, your mouth feels fucking amazing.” I squeeze his thighs, trying to take it while he continues forcing my head further down each time. I’m starting to ache with my own need.
Then I grab on even tighter when he holds me still and, instead of moving my head, he starts thrusting into my mouth. “Take it, Lily. Relax your throat for me and open. Swallow me down.” He plunges in, fucking my mouth, making me gag. He pulls out to let me breathe, only to plunge in deep and hold me there until I gag again, repeating the movement.
“Fuck, you’re taking me so good. I want to fuck your sweet mouth all night. You got it, baby. Yes, choke on me.” He holds me tight and pummels me relentlessly.
“I’m gonna come. Oh fuck … swallow it, baby … all of it … choke on it, Lily. FUUUUUCK!” He stills, and his dick pulses inside my mouth as his cum shoots down my throat, and I do choke on it; it’s too much. I swallow as much as I can, the rest spilling out around his cock as he pulls me up.
I slowly gaze up to see him looking at me in amazement. He wipes the cum from my chin with his thumb and puts it in my mouth. I suck it off, and he groans. I feel myself clench down there. He pulls me onto his lap and devours my mouth, and I wonder if he can taste himself.
“Goddamn, baby, that was amazing. It’s your turn now, sweetheart. You deserve it after that stellar performance. Don’t think you’re getting out of your punishment, but I’ll save it for later.” Oh. My. God. I’m twisted if that’s the part that turns me on.
