Descent From Grace: A Luxe Novella Book 1.5 (16 page)

I still haven’t closed my office door and I’m fighting a throbbing erection being cut into by my pants. I pick up my cellphone and ponder only for a second.

IAN:
Nude photographs by chance?

I don’t even expect a reply from her and I definitely don’t expect her to comply. I’m not sure what she’s doing today and I feel like I can’t ask her because it’ll somehow start a fight. My phone buzzes almost immediately and it’s a picture of her breast; she’s in the bathroom at the condo so at least I know she’s home. I’m a little surprised she obliged.

IAN:
Full body

My office phone buzzes, startling me. I’m fucking jumpy because of Karen, like she’s going to catch me asking my fiancée for nude pics.

  “Mr. J, this is your dad.”
  “Thanks, Tash,” I mumble, eagerly staring at my cellphone. “Ian Jacks,” I answer.

  “Ian, I need Lily tonight.”
  “What for?” I snicker. My cellphone beeps, but I don’t look yet; my dad has managed to piss me off.
  “Little party on the yacht and I want her to serve drinks.”
  “She’s not a fucking waitress!” That came out louder than it should have; my eyes shoot to my open office door.

  “She’s whatever she’s paid to be. I’m not having her wash the damn dishes, Ian. I’m drumming up some business for her. This party is going to be full of abhorrent, desolate, affluential men that’ll pay her just to look their way. Good for Luxe and good for her, son.”
  “My wife isn’t a fucking maid for lonely scum. I don’t care how rich they are, she’s not a waitress,” I growl quietly.
  “She’s also not your wife yet. You can either book this and the company can make some money, or I’ll personally go to her and I’ll pay her directly. She wouldn’t tell me no.” He says this so I question what he’s referring to, but he’s a bullshitter and I know since their lunch she detests him.

  “How much?” I finally say and he chortles. I hate this laugh, his victory laugh.

  “Four hours, a thousand.”
  “No.”

Lily’s time is not only worth a thousand dollars to deal with my father’s feeble acquaintances. That’s almost laughable. Does he think I’m fucking ignorant?

  “She’s not doing anything except shaking her ass and serving drinks.”

I don’t know how I still deal with my father. I despise him more than any other emotion for him.

  “She’s not employed to be a waitress. Three thousand, final.”
  “Yeah, fine.”

I take solace in his angry tone.

  “Short, short skirt. I want ass cheeks out when she bends a certain way. No cleavage, hair back, black clothes, heels no shorter than five inches.”
I close my eyes while he goes over this list and I just wish I could tell him she’s pregnant, she can’t wear five-inch heels and her ass shouldn’t be hanging out. But I guess it doesn’t matter, she tried to drown our fetus in alcohol yesterday.

Of course my father has managed to get me back into my shit mood.

  “Seven, at the yacht.” The lines dead before I can retort.

I pick up my phone to contact Lily, then I remember she sent me another picture. As requested, this is a full nude photograph of my beautiful Freyja in the mirror of our condo. She sent along another photograph with it and it’s of her fingers in her pussy. My dick doesn’t care about my mood, it’s fully erect again and I need her now . . . but that’s not going to happen.

I stand to very quietly close my office door and lock it, then go back over to my desk where my phone sits. Pulling myself from my pants, I stare down at my sexy Lily and it only takes a few minutes for me to come on my desk, accidentally getting my phone.

  “Fuck,” I snort and grab the tissue box. I’m more concerned with cleaning my phone than putting my dick away. Although, my come across a picture of Lily on my phone is really appealing.

On a hunt for sanitary wipes, I leave my office. This isn’t the first time I’ve gotten come on my desk, but it is the first time I was alone when it happened.

Karen catches me on the way from the supply closet. “You make a mess?” she asks. The guilty son of a bitch I am automatically goes into a silent panic and I stare at her. “Babe? You spill or something?”

  “Yeah.” I dodge around her, grateful she isn’t moving as comfortably as normal so I’m in my office with my desk cleaned before she even gets to the door.

How much stupider can I get? I inanely left my phone open with the picture of Lily up. The thought to delete them flashes in my head, but I’m not going to.

Karen’s talking to me and I’m watching her mouth move, but not listening because I’m picturing Lily masturbating. I should have sent her a picture of my cock. I can’t imagine she’d do what I’d just done, but I should have sent one just to show how much I liked her pictures. I think I’ll tell her what I did, maybe it’ll turn her on and maybe we’ll actually have sex tonight.

  “Oh, tonight!” I blurt, remembering I have to tell Lily she’s got a job.

  “What?” Karen blabs because I interrupted her. “What about tonight? You want me to come over?”
I look at her as I sit at my desk and grab my cellphone. “Yeah, that’s fine, we’ll do dinner or something. I have to set up a job tonight.” I mean get the fuck out of my office.
  “For who? You want me to tell her?”
  “No, it’s none of the girls in the office.”
  “Then who?” She folds her arms because Lily and the newest girl are the only two girls who aren’t here.

  “Lily,” I say as I dial her number on my cellphone. “Close the door.”

She slams the door and it’s not until I’ve done it that I realize
what
I’ve done. I’m calling Lily on my cellphone when I would normally conduct business through my office phone. Karen’s pissed.

*LUXE*

  “Hello?” She giggled into phone.

  “Mmm, baby,” Ian moaned. “You touching yourself?”
  “Not anymore.” She flushed pink. “I wish you could come home for a few minutes.”
  “I need longer than a few minutes with you. You’re not really a wham bam type of girl. I have to explore and taste all of you. Fuck, Lily, I want you so bad.” Another erection started straining in his pants.

  “I could come up to the office and you can fuck me on your desk again.”
  “Mmm, you could.” He grinned, then remembered Karen and knew it’d be odd to be behind a closed door with Lilith.

  “You want me to?” she asked eagerly.

Regrettably, he responded, “Now’s not good, baby. All the girls are here and none of them are working.” Wanting more details of her alone time, he asked, “Did you come?”
  “No, I got distracted by a phone call.”

  “Touch yourself,” he said in an enticing tone. “I want to hear what you’re doing to yourself. Are you naked?”
  “Yes,” she breathed.

  “Are you touching yourself?”
  “Yes,” she repeated.

  “Where?”

  “Between my legs.”
He chuckled. “Where exactly? Your clit? Are you fingering yourself?”
  “I’m fingering my pussy.”

He tensed up as his hard shaft throbbed against his too tight pants, causing it pain.

  “Shit, baby, tell me.” He pressed his hand to his cock.
  “Tell you what?” Her breathy tone confirmed she was in fact touching herself.

  “Tell me how it feels. How many fingers are you using? What are you thinking about?”
  “It feels good, not as good as if you were here. Only one finger and I’m thinking about you fucking me on your desk. I need you in me right now, Ian,” she moaned out of frustration more than pleasure.

  “I want to be deep in you until I feel you squirt, then I want to taste you and suck your clit until you squeeze your legs closed, making me stop. I want you to ride me, baby. Fuck, I’m so hard for you right now.” It was his turn to let out a frustrated groan as he pressed his hand harder to his cock, trying to adjust it.

  “I’m so wet, Ian.” Her fingers slipped in circles around her clit.
  “Say my name again.”
  “Ian,” she breathed.

  “Say it.”
  “Ian.” She began to pant harder.

  “Say I love fucking your cock, Ian.”
  “I love—” As her stomach dropped from getting close to her peak, she stopped. “I love fucking your cock,” she breathlessly forced out, then briefly paused. “Ian!” she moaned as orgasm jerked through her. “Oh god, baby,” she purred.

  “I’m so hard, Lily.”

  “I want to taste your come tonight. Immediately when you get home, I want you in my throat.”
  “I’m going to taste every inch of you, then fuck you to the verge of pleasured tears and come so har—‘” A knock on his office door made him jump. “Just a minute, baby. Come in,” he called out, pressing the cellphone to his chest.

  “The girls want food. What would you like me to order?” Karen’s eyes went back and forth from his face to his cellphone.

Wanting her out of there, he quickly responded, “Whatever you want.”
  “We’ll be eating right after work, or later?”

Once again he was reminded he would not be going home to fuck Lilith.

  “Whenever. I have to wrap up this call.” When she walked out, she left his office door open a crack. “Lily?” he quietly said.

  “Mmm, yeah, baby?” Post orgasm euphoria dropped her tone down to a lazy hum.
  “I was calling to ask if you were up for a job tonight at seven? You’ll be serving drinks on a yacht.” His business tone was on.
Orgasm bliss dissolved quickly. “A waitress?”
  “Sort of. It’s to draw more business for you. This was my father’s idea. He’s throwing a party tonight and there will be a lot of men his age that are just as pathetic and lonely.”
She let out a laugh and the thought had her excited. Building clientele had to be good.

  “That’s fine.” The excitement in her voice made him smile. “Will you be driving me?”
  “No, it’ll have to be Tony, but I’ll—” He stopped and looked at his open office door, knowing he couldn’t say what he wanted to. “He’ll pick you up with your clothes. I have to tell one of the girls to run out for something now actually.”
  “Mmm, I miss you, baby,” she hummed.
Ian stared at the door, not sure if Karen was just around the corner listening. “Me too. We’ll be in contact.”
Militantly, she barked, “Yes, sir,” followed by giggles. “I love you, tease.”
  “You too, Lily.” He pushed his phone into the inside pocket of his suit jacket and tried to wipe the smirk off his face, but it was hard after what he had listened to her do.

Buzzing the front desk, Tash picked up. “Hey, Mr. J.”
  “Tash, send one of the girls for a short skirt, mini, black, and a black top, no cleavage. Size four or small. Shoes that’ll—” He paused, remembering all the shoes Lilith had. “Actually, no shoes.”
Knowing none of the girls were a four, she questioned, “Size four?”
  “Yes.”
  “Who’s this for?”
  “Lily Tudor.”
  “Oh! Is she okay? I haven’t seen her since the last time she came in worked up.”
  “She’s fine. It’s all fine. Thank you, Tash.” He pushed a button, disconnecting.

***

Tony arrived at quarter to six to give her enough time to dress.

  “Casual makeup, nothing dark. Fuck.” Trying to remember what else he was instructed to tell her, he said, “Why isn’t this shit set up properly yet? You should get the run down sent to your phone. Why are you the only girl that isn’t under the standard protocol?”
Blurting the only excuse she could think of, she said, “Guess that’s what happens when you hire friends. He never really went over everything properly. I haven’t seen him in a while, but I’ll be sure to let him know. Polish? Shoes? Hair?”
  “Nothing on polish, uh hair, pulled back in a ponytail, shoes, heels that’ll match that.” He pointed to the clothes.

Holding up the skirt that wasn’t much bigger than a bandeau bra, she looked at Tony who grinned perversely. The memory of having sex with him made her cringe, not that he was bad looking, but it should have never happened.

Like usual, he went through her refrigerator. “Lily, can I have one of these pops?”

  “Help yourself. I’ll be ready in thirty minutes.”

  “Hey,” he called out, sitting on the couch and staring at the framed picture of Chicago from above. “Isn’t that Ian’s?”

Yanking open the bedroom door, she stuck only her head out. “What?”
  “That picture?”
  “That’s mine.” Her sweet innocence was believable.
  “I swear he has the same one. Ashley took that picture.”
  “She gave me a copy too. I love it.” Lilith closed the door, rolling her eyes.

Snatching up her phone, she typed out a long ranting message about getting her up to speed with what the normal protocol was and where she could find her schedule. Before hitting send she sighed, knowing Ian was with Karen. She deleted it.

  “Lily, you got yourself a boyfriend?” His voice carried through the closed bedroom door.

Lilith rolled her eyes and huffed. Opening the bedroom door, she looked at him. “Yeah, I told you I do, why?”
  “Just noticed you got some guy shit laying around. You two live together now?”
  “He’s here a lot.”
  “He know what you do?”
  “Yep.” She disappeared in her room again.