Fortune's Deception (5 page)

As if reading his mind, she reached out, a slim hand sliding across his denim-covered bulge. He shuddered against her touch, anticipation curling in his belly when her fingers undid the snap of his jeans, slid down the zipper. She reached inside, her hand smoothing over his cock, fingers curling around it and he couldn’t help himself, didn’t care that someone was still in the bathroom with them.

He groaned low in his throat, threw his head back, felt his jeans drop to his feet. She scrambled onto her knees, yanked down his underwear and her mouth slid around his cock, drawing him deep.

So beautiful. Her lush pink lips around his dick, sliding up and down, moaning around his hard flesh. He pumped his hips, fucked her mouth, little murmurs of encouragement escaping him as she gave him the most amazing blowjob of his life. Even better than the one in his office.

Charlie could already sense he was going to come after only a few thrusts and he didn’t want to, not like this. He tugged at her hair, plucked at her shoulders and she released him, her lips glistening as she stared up.

“Come here,” he whispered, filled with tenderness for her. Amazed at how giving she was. He wanted to give back, wanted to make her feel as good as she made him feel.

Show her what she meant to him.

She stood and he grabbed her ass, tearing her panties completely off, letting them fall to the floor in a crumpled heap. He lifted her and she wrapped her legs around his middle, her pulsing hot pussy pressed against the head of his cock.

He couldn’t seem to stop himself from plunging inside, heard her keening cry as he drove into her. Turning around, he pressed her against the wall as he thrust again and again inside her tight wet heat. He swore he felt a vein pop out on his forehead and he gritted his teeth, his entire body breaking out into a sweat as he pounded deep and fast, burying himself inside of her. Branding her as his.

She let him, bucking her hips against him, her pussy taking him deeper, her arms holding onto his neck tight. She murmured encouraging words in his ear, lots of ‘oh, yeah’ and ‘fuck me harder’, until he couldn’t see straight. Couldn’t think of anything else but this woman and all the pleasure she gave him. How he wanted to return the favor.

“I’m gonna come,” she whispered in his ear, biting the lobe so hard he gave a little shout. “I’m gonna fucking come, Charlie.”

He moved even faster, desperate to make her dizzy with it, wanting to give her the best orgasm of her life, and he knew the moment she stilled in his arms that she was coming. Her entire body convulsed with her climax, her arms still holding him tight, her ass cheeks quivering in his hands. The sensation of her inner walls milking him, shuddering all around his engorged cock caused him to climax as well and he held himself there, his hot come spurting deep inside her until he was spent.

Ah hell, he hadn’t used a fucking condom! Yet again he was a complete asshole. An asshole who could’ve gotten a woman pregnant. All for some hot sex.

For the quickest, most insane moment, he thought it might have been worth it.

“Wow, Charlie.” She pressed tiny kisses along his forehead, smiled against him. “That was…crazy.”

“I didn’t use a condom,” he muttered, feeling like a fool.

Brittney shook her head, kissed him once, twice on the mouth. “I’m on the pill, I’m clean. Are you clean?”

He nodded. “I’m sorry.”

“It felt good, don’t be sorry.” She kissed him again, her tongue tracing the outline of his mouth and he shifted her in his arms, his dick still inside of her. “I liked feeling you come inside me.”

Oh God, if she kept talking like that he’d be coming inside her again.

Charlie pulled out and she reached for some toilet paper to clean herself off. He realized just how tawdry their coupling had been. How completely sleazy it was to fuck her against the wall of a shitty bathroom in a cheesy nightclub. How unromantic could he be with this woman? Every time they had sex, it was hot and fast, quick and so intense it nearly overwhelmed him.

“Ah, I feel much better.” She smiled at him, looking well and thoroughly fucked but something flickered in her eyes. Something that went deeper than a fun little romp in the bathroom and he wished he could figure it out. Figure her out. He wanted to get to know her better, actually talk to the woman. All of the frenzied fucking seemed to get in the way…

“Blew off some steam?” He tucked himself into his underwear, yanked up his jeans. Wondered if anyone spied on them during their spectacular bout of sex, wondered when that person had even left the bathroom. Did they hear it all? See it all? Hell, he wouldn’t have noticed, that’s for sure.

“Blew off some steam and blew you.” She moved closer to him, pressed a quick kiss to his lips and dabbed at his chin with the tip of her finger. “I like you, Charlie. You and me, we seem to have a sort of understanding.”

His brows furrowed. “An understanding?”

“Yes.” Brittney nodded, unlocking the stall door. “Quick and easy sex, no strings. You don’t have any demands on me, I don’t have any demands on you. I really like that in a guy.”

She wiggled her fingers at him and blew him a kiss. “See ya later, lover.”

Charlie glanced in the mirror he hid deep in his desk drawer, giving his red tie one last tug before shoving the mirror back into the desk. He smoothed a hand over his hair, feeling like a vain asshole for wanting to look good for his next appointment.

His next appointment just so happened to be with Brittney Jones. Who he hadn’t seen in over a week after thoroughly fucking her in a bathroom stall.

The cryptic message she left with Diane had him wondering. She wanted to go a different direction with her money? Was that code for dumping him for another financial advisor?

If that was the case, he wouldn’t be surprised. He’d broken every rule in his book, getting involved with a client. A rich, beautiful, sexy client. He’d compromised the both of them and now he’d have to pay the price. And once she pulled, her friends would most likely follow suit. Friends were loyal that way. They probably all thought he was a shit.

Of course, if she didn’t want to be his client anymore then that opened the field for him to really date her. Take her out and treat her properly like she deserved. All of this meeting on the sly and screwing like animals was so not like him. She probably thought he was a complete freak. That was the furthest thing from the truth.

No, truth be known, he was a nice, normal kind of guy who preferred to stay home and watch movies with the woman he was interested in versus go out and party. Not once before in his life had he gotten wild and crazy and screwed a woman in a public bathroom.

Visions of Brittney on her knees before him, his cock sliding in and out between her plump lips had him sweating. Remembering how tight and hot her pussy had been when he thrust inside had him harder than a rock. Recalling her soft body shuddering around him when she came had him adjusting himself, wishing like hell he had a few extra

minutes so he could beat off and relieve the tension that constantly filled him since he’d first touched her.

He really needed to get a grip.

The phone buzzed and he hit the speaker button, thankful for the interruption.

“Brittney Jones is here to see you.” The thinly veiled disgust in his secretary’s voice was evident. He had no idea why Diane didn’t like Brittney. Maybe because she was beautiful and sweet and completely distracting? Sexy and naughty with a mouth that could bring him to orgasm in about two minutes flat?

Oh no, those were the reasons why
he
liked her.

He cleared his throat. “Send her in, please.”

The door swung open a moment later and she strode in, looking all business. The extensions where gone—he didn’t want to know what happened to them, could only think of it as money flushed down the toilet. Her once long blonde hair was cut into a chin-grazing bob, which seemed to suit her beautiful face even more. Rather than her usual flirty sexy dresses, she wore a navy blue skirt suit. The jacket was fitted, the skirt short so she showed off that gorgeous curvy body of hers.

“Hi, Charlie.” She sat in the chair across from his desk, crossing her legs, revealing those long sexy limbs that had been so tightly wrapped around him a week ago.

Sweat beaded his forehead and he hadn’t spoken a word. “How are you, Brittney?”

“I’m great,” she practically purred.

“What did you want to talk about today?” He needed to get straight to the point, especially if she was about to dump his ass. Businesswise, that is.

She sat straighter, rested her hands in her lap, looking every inch the proper lady.

That managed to arouse him more, knowing exactly what she was like beneath that prim façade. How hot and responsive she was, how she’d cry his name out when she climaxed.

God damn it! He needed to stop.

“Remember how I asked you to look up children’s charities for me and I chose one? How I also told you that I wanted to give to a certain charity and that when we couldn’t find it, I thought about starting my own?”

He nodded, relief starting to course through his veins. Maybe she wasn’t going to leave him. Of course that meant he couldn’t date her for real, since he had that rule and all. A rule he’d already broken.

For once in his life he wanted to fuck all the rules for good and do whatever he wanted.

“Well, I’ve come to a few decisions and I’m afraid you might not like them.”

Charlie sighed. “Brittney, you need a large charity to contribute to for write-offs. Your taxes are going to be through the roof if you don’t, even with the purchase of that humongous house. A single woman with not very many tax deductions such as yourself has to have something to give to.”

She smiled. Her lips were coated with a subtle pink color versus the high-velocity-pink sparkly gloss she normally went for. He wondered what her sedate motives and appearance were all about. Trying to impress him? Appearing serious versus flirty and seductive? She was seductive no matter how she dressed, what color lipstick she wore.

“I still plan to give to a children’s charity, but I want to do something different. I’m sincerely ready to start something on my own, no matter how silly you think it is.”

“I don’t think it’s silly.” Why did he always end up feeling like an ass around this woman? Create her own charity? Of course she would. She impressed him every moment he learned something else about her.

She moistened her lips with her tongue and it was like a direct lick to the tip of his cock. Memories flooded him and he fought them with every fiber of his being. “I’ve come up with what I think is a unique idea. Lauren and Maddie both said they would help back it as well. Write-offs for all three of us, a dream come true for you.”

He smiled at her last statement. She knew him too well. “So tell me your idea.”

Brittney propped her elbow on the arm of her chair, twisted her hands together in her lap. “Well, it’ll be a temporary home for children instead of placing them into a foster

home. A place for kids to go when their parents or guardians get thrown in jail, or put into rehab, or even the hospital and they have no one to take care of them. All of it on a very short-term, temporary basis to rid the need of some children going into the foster care system.”

“Interesting idea.” It was. He liked the sound of it, had been disappointed in the past with the things he heard about the foster care system.

Her eyes lit up and she smiled. “You really think so? It would be for those children who just need a short-term place to stay, somewhere comfortable for them since it’s such a scary time in their lives. Displacement is so hard on a young child, even more on a teenager, and if we can offer them a warm, comforting environment for at least a few days, it would ease their fears. Make them feel wanted, cared for.”

“We’ll need to figure out how much this is going to cost. Prepare the necessary paperwork, make sure we’re doing everything properly. We need to make sure we’re setting everything up according to any government regulations that are in place. Then we’ll have to find property, even other local corporations to help fund it.” He wondered at her motives for the home, detected something in her voice when she spoke about it. Like maybe she had first-hand knowledge or something.

It piqued his curiosity.

“I know. Maddie mentioned you could probably budget the entire project out, let us know what’s realistic, what’s not.”

“I definitely could. I’ll need more details, a list of exactly what you three want. Then give me a couple of weeks and I’ll come up with something tentative that would let us know what kind of figures, barriers, time lines we’re dealing with.”

She reached into her big expensive bag and pulled out a thin folder, then leaned over to hand it to him. Allowing him a view of her cleavage and even a peek of her lacy camisole. His cock hardened even more.

“In there are some ideas I came up with. I drew up a few sketches. I’ve been working on this project for a while. Doing this is like a dream come true.” Her cheeks colored and she appeared embarrassed.
Odd.
“You can read it, incorporate what you can into your

forecast. And if you have any questions, you could always call me. I’d be thrilled to discuss this further.”

He nodded, didn’t know what to say. He could see the enthusiastic sparkle in her eyes, the tense way she held her body.

Brittney grabbed her purse and stood, her expression earnest. “I’m so glad you believe in my idea, Charlie. Thanks for helping. It means a lot to me.”

“Of course.” He stood as well, came around his desk to stand before her. “It’s my job.”

“I don’t think you’re helping me out just because it’s your job.” She smiled tremulously. “I hope we’ve come to be more than that after everything that has…happened. I’d like to consider you a friend.”

Charlie sighed, ran his hand through his hair. “Yeah, Brittney, I wanted to apologize for the way things have happened between us. To be honest, I’ve acted like an out-of-control asshole.”

She laughed and shook her head, taking a step closer. “Don’t apologize. Please. We can just pretend it never happened, that’s what usually works for me. I don’t do relationships, Charlie. What we had was fun, but we can end it now if you want. It’s probably best.”

“Right, it’s probably best, since you don’t do relationships and all.” The air practically crackled between them. The urge to touch her so strong it took everything he had to shove it back. Ignore it. Pretend it wasn’t there. “Besides, it’s very unprofessional for me to be banging a client. Excuse my phrasing.”

Brittney giggled. “It’s rather unprofessional for you to refer to it as ‘banging’, don’t you think?”

“Probably.” They stood there in front of his desk, neither of them moving, both of them reluctant, it seemed. “That night at the club last week…it was crazy.”

She went still, pressed her lips together, rubbing off her lipstick. He stared at her lips, wanting a taste, just one more taste before she left. “It was very intense.”

“I’m sorry, I was a total animal.” He’d been a fucking crazy man, he still couldn’t get over it. Couldn’t get over how irresistible she was to him, how seeing her made him harden in an instant.

“You were perfect,” she whispered just before she threw herself at him.

He caught her about the waist and she tilted her head up, their mouths meeting in a scorching hot kiss. No pretenses, no bullshit, just pure unadulterated lust, tongues tangling, hands groping.

They couldn’t seem to keep their hands, their mouths off each other.

“Oh God, every time I see you I just want you more.” She groaned when his hand stole around her breast, his other hand moving to unbutton her jacket, revealing her camisole-covered chest to his gaze.

“Me too,” he admitted, dipping his head to tongue where her skin met the lacy edge of the camisole. She leaned against the edge of his desk, slipped her arms around his neck and held him to her chest.

“I look at you and all I can think about is having your hands on me, your cock inside me.”

A ragged breath escaped from his lungs, his cock growing impossibly hard at her words. “We shouldn’t do this now. What about Diane?”

“Oh, forget about Diane. Just touch me, Charlie. Please. Just once. I need to feel your hands on me.” She grasped his wrist with delicate fingers, guided his hand down, under the hem of her skirt. Didn’t stop until his fingers grazed her panty-covered cunt.

She shuddered, cried out when he slipped beneath the fabric to brush against her damp curls. So wet, so responsive and all his.

No, change that. She wasn’t all his, she was no one’s.

Well, she could be his for the moment.

“Oh yes, just like that,” she murmured, propping her hands behind her on the surface of the desk, thrusting her chest in his face.

His fingers searched her folds and he dipped his head, licking at her fabric-covered nipples. She writhed beneath him, so completely out of control and he loved it. He

fucking couldn’t get enough of it. He slipped two fingers deep inside her, moved them in and out, his thumb pressing against her clit and just like that, she shattered. Came with a sexy little whimper, her body trembled around his hand, her breasts trembling against his mouth.

Slumberous eyes opened to gaze up at him, a satisfied smile on her face. “This is ridiculous.”

“You’re telling me.” He grabbed her hand, placed it over his erect cock and her eyes widened.

“Oh, my. Shouldn’t we help you out with that?”

He shook his head, grimaced when her fingers slid over his dick, slow but with firm pressure. “I’ll live.”

“No way. Come on, we’ll be quick about it.” She turned around and bent forward, over his desk. The skirt rode up her ass, revealed her pretty pink pussy to his gaze and he gulped, his hands immediately going for his belt. How could he resist?

“Brittney…” He had no idea why he said her name, like he was going to reprimand her. He wanted her, wanted to fuck her until she screamed. Fuck her until she couldn’t see straight.

“Get inside me, Charlie. Hurry.” She wiggled her ass, her glistening folds beckoning him, and he wasted no time. Shoving his pants and boxers down in one swoop, he grabbed his cock and guided it towards her, slowly pushing within.

She groaned when he entered her, hung her head down, her forehead brushing the top of his desk. With a gentle thrusting movement from her, he slid deeper, and waited there. Enjoyed the sensation of her hot, wet pussy engulfing him.