Chapter 22—Gabe

“Is there anything else you need?” Bree asks. She looks me over with seduction in her eyes. The same seduction she’s given me since the day she started working here at Giordano’s Inc.

And like I always do, I see past the shit. “I’m good.” I smile.

I can see how deflated she looks at my answer, and now she looks like she’s searching her mind for something to say.

Just now, she came in with a fax I would have grabbed myself on the way out later. She probably thought I was going to talk about something in relation to the fax, and she’d take it from there. I purposely didn’t say anything because I knew what she was up to.

Bree had been making up every excuse under the sun to come and see me since the other day. Any old shit she could pull from a hat she’d use.

She’d come up to my office and try to indulge me in small talk when she should be minding her work on reception.

Pa hired her because she’s pretty, and he’s right. Christian is always looking at her, but since she likes the rough stuff, she’s got her sights on me and Salvatore.

Me more, though, because she’s heard what I’m like outside work. What I used to be like until a few weeks ago when Charlotte returned.

Bree wanted me just as much as the other women here do, but I had the good sense to instill my one single rule that I’ve lived by since I started working for Pa.

I don’t fuck women who work for my family.

I mean my family at large. Giordano’s Inc. is a combination of Pa and his brothers spreading across four families of which Pa is boss. Boss of the family and boss of the business. He may have his own set of principles, but I don’t fuck women who have any link that can trace back here. It’s too messy, and I don’t want shit following me.

The women who work in the club are different. They’re there for that. The ones at the office at the shipping company, hell no.

And in regard to all of them that don’t go by the name of my goddess, it’s a fuck no.

“You know we never did have that cup of coffee,” she cajoles.

I don’t remember promising her anything of the like. I wouldn’t be a prick and tell her that, though.

“Didn’t we?” I asked, tilting my head to the side, pretending I’m trying to remember.

“No, we should have it. Coffee is great for a boost of energy during the day.”

I almost laugh. This broad must think I’m dumb and can’t see past her shit.

“Boost of energy, you say?”

“Hmmm, hmmm.” She tosses her blond locks over her shoulder and steps closer so she can run her fingers over my chest. “Makes you less tense too.”

“That’s a shame, cos I don’t drink coffee anymore.” I decide to tell her, hoping she’ll take the hint I’m not interested.

“Oh, that is a shame. What else do you drink?” Poor doll, pretty face but a little too persistent. So persistent she’s not willing to take a hint of compassion.

There’s a shuffle by the door, and I lift my eyes to see Charlotte standing there.

She doesn’t look happy to see Bree standing so close to me or her fingers on my chest.

I, however, have the perfect as fuck answer to Bree’s question. It’s an answer that will fix the frown on my doll’s face.

“Her.” I’m still looking at Charlotte when I give the answer, but I can feel Bree’s cold hard stare. When I look back at her, I see it and see too that she caught my meaning. But I’ll be more specific, so she’ll leave me the fuck alone and get back to her work.

“I drink her,” I clarify with a smile, and Bree’s cheeks flush.

Of course, she doesn’t know how to respond. She’s worked for me long enough to know I’m crass, and I tell like it is, but she looks thrown off kilter all the same.

“Oh… okay then,” she answers.

Fucking right, it’s okay. With a polite smile, she backs away and goes through the door, not bothering to look at Charlotte.

I look at my doll standing by the door, and for the millionth time, I wonder if she’s really back in my life.

It’s hard not to question if she’s real when she looks like that. I didn’t think it was possible for her to look more beautiful, yet she’s proved me wrong. Every day she proves me wrong. Every time I see her.

Goddess…

As I continue to stare, the hint of pink in her cheeks flushes down her elegant neck looking striking against the darkness in her hair.

“Hi,” she says. The beginning of a smile tips the corners of her glossy pink lips.

“Hello…” I still have my gaze trained on her. I never expected her to come here today, but the sight of her is most welcome. She stayed with her family last night, and now she’s here and will be with me every day for the next twenty-eight days.

“Come in and close the door,” I tell her. She does and walks up to me, stopping a few paces away.

“Is that what your usual day is like?” she asks.

“Yes.”

“Women throwing themselves at you just like that?”

“Uhh, huhh.” I scan over the little dress she’s wearing. It’s supposed to be a casual summer dress, but there’s nothing casual about the goddess and that body of hers. Add the fuck-me heels she’s got on her dainty feet to the vision of her, and any poor bastard, a.k.a me, would be a goner. My fucking dick is already twitching, and all we’ve done is talk.

A smile tickles her pretty face, and it’s the best thing I’ve seen all day. If I didn’t have so much work, I’d ditch this place and go home with her, but Pa will have my head if I do that. I’m working with a client who needs the books done on a business venture that brought in fifty million. It’s the kind of job that will take me all day to prep and the rest of the week to work on while working with the boys on the hotel deal.

But…

That doesn’t mean I can’t find time to enjoy my doll.

“Sounds like something I should worry about,” she says playfully.

“Really?” I ask in the same tone.

“Could be.”

To give her reassurance, I take her hand and press it to my dick. “And look what happened just from the sight of you.”

I close her fingers over the shaft so she can feel me through the fabric of my pants.

The hue of her cheeks deepens as I hold her fingers to me and encourage her to rub up and down my length.

“Nothing to worry about, baby. Family okay?”

“Yes.”

“Are you all mine then?” I ask and make her grip tighter on my growing length. It shocks her, just the way I used to years ago.

She blushes a soft rose color. “I am… I’m all yours. I wanted to find out what... um… you wanted me to do today. I don’t start my job until next week so...I…”

I chuckle, deep and low, bending to kiss her as she continues to work my dick.

That question of hers on what I want her to do today is like opening Pandora’s box, as all kinds of dark, wicked things come to my mind.

I catch her hand as she starts rubbing my dick harder and raise it above her head.

“Take your clothes off for me.” I smile.

Her eyes go wide. Snap wide is more the way that she looks, actually.

“Here?”

“Here.” I don’t care where we are. I lean in close and whisper into her ear with a lurking smile that makes her blush even more. “I’ll have you when I want to; however I want to. Strip… now.”

I release her. Although her cheeks burn, there’s a hint of a smile on her face that arouses me.

When she backs off her jacket, I move to the door to lock it. I have a meeting in ten minutes, but sadly it looks like I’m going to be late, and I don’t give a fuck that it’s another multimillion business deal that will make me an easy profit.

The sight of those tits bouncing as she pulls her top over her head and takes off her bra is worth being late for and even missing the meeting.

I’m only going because of Pa again. No need to ruffle his ass the wrong way, so he’ll come for me for making him lose money.

I lean back against the door, eyes glued to my doll as she shrugs out of her dress and smiles at me when I look at her in her black lace panties.

“Panties off, too, and when you’re done, sit on my desk and spread your legs wide so I can see your pretty pussy.” Time to drink what I’m drinking now. I wouldn’t like to look like a liar to Bree.

I may be many things, but I’m not that at all.

I love how my doll follows my instructions well, but fuck, just watching her push her panties down her legs and climb onto the desk with her lush body almost makes me blow my load and embarrass myself. I have to palm my dick to control my arousal when I see her lush ass. Fucking hell, she’s perfect.

She gets right on the desk and spreads her legs wide for me, and my eyes drink in her pussy which is very pretty indeed. Pink and perfect, begging for me to eat her out.

I move toward her, deciding I’m definitely going to enjoy this visit of hers, and if anyone needs me, they better stay the fuck away.

“Is this how you want me?” she asks.

I’m not sure which is sexier? The nearly coy way she asks the question, or the desire in her eyes, telling me she wants this.

“Yes, it most definitely is the way I want you. Spread your pussy open for me.” I want to see her do it.

She does. Her fingers flutter over her mound and reach down to spread her pussy lips wide for me. The gesture brings her tits together, and the nipples poke forward.

I go for them first. Haven’t had those in my mouth since the night before last.

I fucking missed her last night, but I knew she needed the time with her family, and they needed her.

Now I have her back, and I get to do all I ever wanted to her and with her.

I close my mouth over the left nipple and take my time to suck. I love it when I suck her breasts. It makes her so wet her pussy starts dripping with her arousal. It makes easy work for my dick to slide right into her because I’m not an inch in slowly kind of guy.

I like to fuck, and when I do, it's raw and ready. Pleasuring her the way I am will get her ready for that because I plan to own her pussy and make her come as many times as I can.

I lick over the hard tip on her nipple and suck. When I move to her right tit, I slide my forefinger inside her pussy and take my time on both. This is the only time I plan on going slow.

The taste of her beckons me to enjoy her, and I do. I start to speed up my pumps in her pussy and suck hard on her nipples, alternating from one to the other.

When her breathing speeds up, I know she’s near climax. I fucking love that look on her beautiful face.

Me doing this to her.

“I’m coming, Gabe,” she winces, and a purr of satisfaction slips from her lips.

“Hold it,” I order, and she sucks in a sharp breath. “Hold it, baby. Don’t come until I tell you. Hold it for me.”

She nods with agony, the good kind.

She moves her hands away from her pussy and settles them over my shoulders when I crouch down before her.

The sight of her pretty pink pussy lips between her thighs makes me want to fuck her raw and hard. Not wanting to waste another second looking, I nuzzle my face between her thighs straight into her hot wet, pussy.

She gasps when I thrust my tongue inside her and start eating and drinking her out. Like always, she’s the perfect blend. Flowery and sweet with a kick. The same way I like my coffee.

A perfect blend of perfection that I want to fuck and taste forever.

I have her for twenty-eight days, but I want her forever.

I suck on the hard nub of her clit at the thought and grab her hips to press her closer so I can grab a handful of her lush ass.

I’m one happy motherfucker right now.

Happier for the way she writhes against my face trying to hold her release until I tell her when I want her to come.

“Gabe,” she cries. “I can’t… please, please let me come.”

“No,” I gruff. “Hold it.”

I want to taste her a little longer like this, and I know she’ll have the orgasm of her life if she holds it just a little longer.

“Ahhh, uuuugghhhh,” she wails, and I hope anyone outside my door heard that. I really do because the women here are nosy as fuck and are always trying to find out what I’m up to.

Me, Salvatore, and Christian all get the attention. I, however, have joined the other side. The other guys: Vincent, Nick, and Georgiou.

The guys who have their dolls and don’t need any more attention than they get from the women they’ve chosen.

That is me.

“Gabe,” she moans, snapping my attention from the savor of her delicious cunt to the ache in her cry.

Giving her a wicked smile, I hope speaks of the things I plan to do to her for this month of ours I decide to allow her, her release.

“Come for me, baby, come.” I keep my voice low on purpose and move back to watch her as she gives in to her release. I don’t let her go, though. No. I hold those long legs of hers open, so I can see the nectar pour from her pretty pussy.

As it does, seeping out of her like cream over cherry pie, I dive back in to drink. Drink, taste, eat, all of it. I take it all the same way I want all of her.

All and everything that makes her Charlotte Revello.

My goddess, my girl.

Her knees brush against my cheek as I take it all, and I don’t get up until I’m done. When I do, I’m aware of two things - one, she’s moaning again, and her clit looks like it’s throbbing and two, I’m gonna be seriously late for that meeting.

The wild, aroused look on her face as she rests her hands on either side of her on the desk is, however, my only concern.

“What do you want me to do to you, baby?” I ask her, lifting her chin toward me.

“Take me,” she breathes.

I furrow my brows.

“I can do that, but that sounds so simple. Something we’d do in the park on a Sunday. I have ten minutes. I’m sure we could be wilder than mere taking.”

I want the sweet little poetry reading school teacher to give me her dirty mouth, and she knows it.

Her cheeks flush, but the saucy smile on her face says she’s going to give me what I want.

“Fuck me,” she says, and I can’t resist the maddening smile on my lips. It’s like I’ve broken her, pulled down the innocent wall of virtue, and turned her into the goddess she is.

“And in what manner do you want to be fucked, baby?”

“Hard... Fuck me… hard.”

“Good girl. That’s exactly what I plan to do.” I chuckle and undo my belt and pants. I just push my pants down enough to take out my cock and pull her close to me.

She’s ready to take me, and I’m ready to be inside her.

“I’m going to own this pussy, ” I promise as I line my dick up with the opening of her pussy and slam into her wet cunt, making her body jolt.

Fuck, although she’s drenched in her arousal, her tight walls squeeze my cock and beg me to fucking pound into her, so I do.

When I start to move inside her, she arches her back and gasps for air, raising one hand to cup her right breast as the pleasure takes her.

She groans pleasure, and the hum spikes through me as I begin to pound into her. My balls settle against her ass, slapping against her skin when I start to fuck her hard the way I promised.

I fuck her, hard and sure, owning her, making sure she knows she’s mine even if she thinks she can leave me at the end of the month. She’s mine whether she wants to be or not. I fill her again and again, and she grinds her hips against me, wanting me too.

She moans with every thrust and cries out when I start pounding into her. Her delicious cunt wraps tight around my dick as another orgasm takes her and threatens to take me too.

I don’t give in, though. I want her too much to give in. I will, however, allow myself the loss of control to fuck her the way my body wants. I do until she’s screaming and arching her back, grabbing on to me so tight her fingernails are digging into my skin.

That does it. That is what makes me yield to the same control I lost, losing the battle to keep going.

My balls tighten almost painfully, and I jackhammer to my own release, flooding her with the hot cum that erupts from me.

I keep my hold on her as she tries to steady her breathing and runs a hand through her hair. Her skin is glowing with the warm afterglow that courses through both of us, and I’m pretty sure I look the same.

I pull out of her and grab a tissue from the box on my desk to clean off my dick, then I clean her too, and she watches me.

“Feel good?” I smirk.

“Hmmm, hmm.”

“Well, expect that to happen if you’re going to come see me at work.”

The phone rings, and I just know it’s Pa.

I have no idea what the fuck the time is, but my doll looks satisfied with the attention I gave her.

I answer the phone while she slides off the desk and gets her clothes.

“Gabriel, where in the ever-living fuck are you?” Pa balks.

“Be there in five,” I answer, and I hang up.

Pa can hand me my ass later. I need two more minutes with my doll.

I take her arm when she puts her bra back on and pull her to me.

“Meet me at The Dark Odyssey at eight,” I tell her.

“The club?” Her eyes shimmer with excitement.

“Yes. We’ll be spending a lot of time there.”

The Dark Odyssey is about living your wildest fantasies. She’s always been mine.

I want to live out every single fantasy I’ve ever had of her in there.

Starting tonight.