Chapter 45 Office Sinners
XAVIER
Kendra stared between me and the little witch next to me with furrowed brows.
I put my hands in my pockets as Kendra cleared her throat.
"What is going on here?" she asked.
"Nothing. Jessica was just leaving," I said, moving my eyes to Jessica.
Her teary eyes twitched slightly as she stared at me.
The fucking nerve of this kid.
She lowered her gaze as she held her bag and walked away.
She hid her face as she walked past Kendra without sparing her a look. She walked out the door and closed it.
I turned towards my desk, heading towards my seat.
Annoying thing.
I hope she never comes here again.
I sat in my seat and let out a sigh. Kendra approached my desk, probably curious to know what was going on.
"What was that?" she asked.
"I already told you nothing." I shrugged.
"Was she crying? I don't get it. Why was she here though?" she asked.
Jessica's stupid words replayed in my head again.
"The night I came to give you your medication, you kissed me. Twice."
I scoffed internally.
Is that kid fucking nuts or something?
How could she come up with such thoughts in that fucking clumsy little brain of hers?
I kissed her? Seriously?
I don't remember doing that fucking shit.
Jason did speak about seeing her that night and I also saw the medicines she brought.
But I don't......
Fuck that stupid shit. It is either that she is lying for some fucking attention or she has really been living in delusion and fucking fantasy.
She has clearly been fantasizing about me and in that fucked up way.
Hell, I didn't see that coming from her.
That kid never ceases to be a.....
"Xavier,"
I looked at Kendra.
She is staring at me with furrowed brows.
"Huh?"
She placed her hand on her hips, staring at me questionably.
"Did you say something?"
She scoffed. "Where is your attention?"
"Uh....right here?"
"What is going on? Why was Jessica here? Why was she in tears and why did you just zoom off right now?" Her jealous tone is a fucking turn on.
I gave my eyes a treat, running them down her fucking banging body in the tight sexy leopard print jumpsuit.
Fuck.
Her body is fire.
Enticing curves from boobs down and the fucking middle V-deliciousness.
Damn.
My dick is aching for some taste.
She snapped her fingers, making me meet her eyes.
"My face is right here,"
I smirked.
She scoffed, rolling her eyes as she tried to stop her smile.
It is useless.
"You are dressed like that for me, aren't you, little chaos?"
"Oh please," she said, playing with her ponytail. "Don't get any bright ideas, Mr Cole. I am dressed for an event."
"An event huh?"
She hummed.
I lowered my eyes to her body again and returned to her eyes.
"Why are you here then, Kenzy?" I teased.
She smirked delightfully.
Just a little massage on her ego by calling her favorite nickname.
"Someone is getting it," she said.
I smirked, staring at her.
"Well," she placed her two hands on my desk seductively.
Her cleavage greeted my eyes, adding to the ache underneath.
"I couldn't drive past without stopping by to say hello to my favorite uncle."
I moved my eyes to her.
"I hope it is not a problem, uncle?" The question rolled out of her tongue and she bit her lips afterward.
Fuck.
I need some chaos to get me through my fucking stress.
I moved my swivel seat backward a bit.
I patted my lap slightly.
"Come sit,"
She looked between me and my lap.
I smirked.
She stood up straight and walked around my table majestically.
She moved between my legs and sat on my lap. I held her small back as her beautiful perfume filled my nose.
I felt the need to sniff her chaotic skin as I held her arm, feeling her soft body.
The jumpsuit is mad sexy but she is fully covered.
No easy entrance.
It is almost frustrating.
Nah. It is frustrating.
I would kill for some....
"So, are you going to tell me why Jessica was here?"
"Why?" I asked, running my nose up her arm. "Are you jealous?"
She scoffed. "Of Jessica? No fucking way."
I looked at her.
She is looking at me.
"Then forget her. She is not worth talking about." I said, holding her closer and sniffing her arm again.
"She looked disappointed and seemed to be in tears. Why is that?"
"As much as I love the jumpsuit, there is no easy way and it is killing me," I said, still caressing her arm with my nose while taking in her delicious smell.
She chuckled, getting on her feet. She pushed a few things on my desk aside, creating a space for herself.
She sat on the desk, placed her legs apart on the desk, and reached for her belly button without taking her eyes off me.
I realized she has a zipper on her belly button. Her polished nails fiddled with the zipper, making me look at her.
She smirked seductively.
Don't tell me.
She pulled down the zipper slowly and her pussy graced my eyes with a huge weight.
Fuck.
Now that's an art I didn't know existed.
Fucking intriguing.
"You were right," she said, making me look at her.
She is looking away.
She moved her eyes to me.
"I got dressed for you. Or shall I say, undressed?"
I swallowed as I stared at her.
She moved her fingers on her pussy, rubbing it gently.
I felt my hormones melting to the act.
Slowly, she moved the same fingers to her lips and sucked them while maintaining eye contact.
Fuck it.
I reached for her neck while getting on my feet, wrapping my hand around her neck as I stared at her lips.
Something stopped me from crashing my lips on them.
Her act was fucking hot and a huge turn on but I might taste her pussy on her lips.
I have a strict rule not to taste pussies. No matter how tempting.
That will be selfish of me.
Tasting is meant for my dick and my dick alone.
She smirked like she could hear my thoughts.
"What are you waiting for, uncle?" she whispered, biting those tempting lips.
"You are.....a very bad girl, Kendra."
"Bad for you, uncle."
"Hmm."
She lowered her gaze to my pants.
I didn't look as well but felt what she was looking at.
She looked at me with her lips parted in excitement.
"Bad for hard uncle,"
I gave her a one-sided smile.
She began undoing my belt.
I held her hand, stopping her as we stared at each other.
I maintained eye contact as I deepened my hand into my pants. I took out my rock-hard dick and slid into her slowly.
"Uh...."
She is everything. Wet, dripping, tight, warm, fucking good.
"Fuck,"
She smirked placing her hands on my shoulders
Sorry, I do not have that.
I pushed her down on the desk, catching her off guard and making her whimper.
Wrong start.
I am in the mood for some rough sex. I took off my jacket and fisted her jumpsuit as I thrust into her hard.
"Uh, yes. Fuck!"
I let my pants fall down my feet as I thrust and thrust. She spread her legs wider, making her jumpsuit make a ripping sound.
This little chaos doesn't seem to fucking care.
Perfect.
Cause I don't want any fucking interruption.
This pussy is insane.
Young, exciting, and fucking grippy.
Fuck.
I thrust harder.
I flexed my hips, rolling my dick inside her dripping walls.
She arched her back, throwing her head back and moaning in absolute pleasure.
My secretary is busy with an errand I sent her an hour ago and I won't be expecting anyone soon so no distractions.
Fuck, this little thing feels so good.
"Uh, uncle....yes, fuck!"
Why does the word uncle sound fucking sexy?
"Fuck me harder, uncle. Fuck me!" she moaned.
I placed her legs on my shoulders as I went on and on, exploring her dripping parts as I flexed my waist and hips.
Fuck.
"Oh fuck!"
A FEW MINUTES LATER
Relaxing in my seat with my pants on and belt fixed. I stared at her as she zipped up.
I feel so wasted from the wild exercise. I am still coming down from my high and she is just seated there, staring at me with a smirk.
"That was fucking good."
She chuckled.
"The zipper is fucking new to me," I said.
She shrugged. "I specifically asked my designer to place it there."
I raised my brows. "Why? For easy entrance?"
She chuckled. "Yeah. That and an easy way to pee."
I hummed.
"What, don't you like it?"
"I do."
She smiled.
"It is crazy sexy," I said.
"Yeah. I know."
"So, what event are you going to?" I asked.
"A fashion show. One of my friends invited me. I am literally a very important guest but here I am, with you and I am still coming down from the high places you took me to." she said, winking at me.
I let out a chuckle, moving my eyes to my laptop momentarily.
"Speaking of events," she said, attracting my eyes as she got on her feet.
"We have a dance show coming up next week," she said, placing her hand on my chair and beginning to fiddle with my collar.
"I want you to be there,"
"A dance show."
"Yeah. One of our studio's big events. I am the star and I will be performing specially that night. I hope to see you." she said, smiling and still fiddling with my collar.
"Will I be your only guest?" I asked.
"Not really. My parents and brother will be there as well."
Brad filled my thoughts instantly, bringing up some tiny guilt within me.
Tiny because.......
I feel guilty but not regret.
Fuck, where is the sanity in that?
This is fucking wrong and I know it.
But she is so irresistible.
I can't help it.
"Are you thinking about my dad?" she asked, making me look at her.
"Are you worried?" she asked.
"Shouldn't I be?" I asked.
She scoffed. "You will just sit with them and watch me dance. It is not like we are going to fuck in front of everyone."
I stared at her.
"Well, you can fuck me with your eyes. That's allowed," she said, smirking as she ran her finger from my lips down.
"I think we should stop doing this."
She withdrew her finger, staring at me with furrowed brows.
"This is not right," I said calmly.
She scoffed. "You sound like we have a blood relationship."
"Your dad is my best friend."
She shrugged. "So?"
I raised my brows.
"He is almost a brother, Kendra."
"Almost, Xavier. Not literally." she defended.
I stared at her.
"You are not my real uncle and I am a fucking adult," she said, placing her hands on her hips.
"This," she gestured at us. "It is not wrong."
I heaved a sigh.
"So, are you coming to my show or not?" Her authoritative tone is a fucking turn on.
Damn.
She raised a brow.
A knock came on my door, claiming our attention.