Page 12 of Devil In A Suit, Vol. 2

There’s a beat of silence during which I know I’ve surprised him. If he thought I was going to be some kind of easy participant in dirty phone sex, he was wrong. I’m going to make him earn it, and now he knows it.

That doesn’t stop him from trying, though. “You forget that before that I gave you a screaming orgasm.” There’s a smirk in his voice, and I know he’s trying to slip past it on charm alone.

“True, but then that man showed up, and you disappeared.”

He sighs a heavy sigh. I worry for a moment that I’ve gone to far, that he’s going to find an excuse to end the call and hang up.

But I’m not going to back down so easily now. I won’t keep feeling like an afterthought, like a plaything.

But he surprises me, with a light intake of breath.

“That was my father,” he says. “I didn’t expect him to show up at my house. Seeing him was quite the surprise. I hadn’t seen him in, well…probably almost two years.”

“Oh,” is all I can manage. It’s the most intimate he’s been with me, and I get the sense that it’s the most intimate he’s been with anyone in a very, very long time. The words sound heavy on his tongue like they were heavy on his mind, and they come out choppy and unpracticed. It’s clear he’s not used to talking about things like this.

“We have a … complicated relationship,” he says, as if that’s clarifying, but I don’t push him.

I can’t help but notice the way the word father sounds unnatural in his mouth, or think about how I’ve never called my dad father. He’s always been Dad, or Daddy when I was younger.

“I worried it was something work related,” I say, trying to gracefully give him a change of subject, even if it means throwing myself under the bus. “Maybe related to the Rochester account?”

“No. Although you really screwed me on that one,” he says, though is voice is slightly playful. “I fixed it. Though I’m sure tomorrow there will be a whole host of other fires to put out. There always are.”

“The magazine articles make it sound so easy,” I say.

“Magazine articles?”

I begin to quote the copious headlines about him. “Wunderkind Ad Man Breaks Bank. King is King of Advertising. Boston’s Most Eligible Billionaire.”

I hear a rueful laugh. “Yes, well, you should know by now that nothing comes easy,” he says. “Nothing worth having ever does.”

“But you seem to like the work,” I reply.

“I love a challenge,” he says, and there’s a tone in his voice that tells me that we’re not talking about work anymore. And I’m willing to give him a pass. He’s said enough. He’s already given more than he was prepared to, and I hold the words close to me like a victory.

“You like the chase,” I clarify.

“I like what comes after the chase just as much,” he says easily, but I’m not so sure. Perhaps once he’s really had me, I’ll never hear from him again.

“You sound so sure you’ll always find out what comes after the chase,” I rally, making my voice playful again.

“I seem to recall just a few hours ago when you were bent over my desk, begging me to fuck you,” he says, and now it’s game on. I can feel everything inside of me igniting in that way only he can do. It’s like he knows exactly where to find the switch inside me and flick it on with one of his long fingers.

“I wasn’t begging.” I try to remain defiant, but my voice trips in my throat.

“Not with words, but with the way you pushed back into my cock, trying to get me inside you.”

I have nothing to say, just a long sigh that I know he hears, because he gives a devilish little laugh.

“You want me inside you right now, don’t you?” he whispers. I shiver as if his lips are right on my ear. I close my eyes and can practically feel the glass top of his desk beneath my palms, the way my skirt bunched around my hips as he gripped them in his firm hands.

“Yes,” I whisper.

“Tell me what you want,” he says.

“I want you.”

“I know that,” he says, his tone slightly chastising, like a teacher correcting a student. “Tell me what you want me to do.”