Chapter 114 Daylight
RORY POV
I was so bored I could cry.
Alexander had been stuck in that conference meeting for almost two hours, and I had nothing to do but sit in his massive office like a decorative plant. At first I just scrolled on my phone, but even that got old. So I slipped in my earbuds, turned on Taylor Swift, and let “Daylight” fill my head.
“I once believed love would be burning red… but it’s golden… like daylight…”
I started swaying first, just small movements in the chair. Then the chorus hit and I couldn’t sit still anymore. I stood up, eyes half-closed, singing under my breath as I moved between the couch and the big glass windows.
“I want to be defined by the things that I love… like my favorite colors, my favorite cities…”
My horrible voice was raising higher as I hit the chorus. I knew I sounded like shit, very off-key and breathy but I couldn’t stop myself.
Sometimes I did this in the library when no one was around, but right now my husband was deep in meeting mode and I couldn’t care less. I just kept swaying my hips slowly, letting the music move through me, spinning a little, feeling free for once.
“You are what you love… daylight…”
I turned mid-spin, my arms up, singing — and froze.
Alexander was leaning against the door, arms crossed, watching me with that intense stare that always made my stomach flip. His suit jacket was off, sleeves rolled up, looking unfairly hot while I was out here embarrassing myself.
My cheeks burned instantly. I yanked the earbuds out so fast one fell to the floor.
“Don’t mock me,” I blurted, already cringing. “I know I sound like shit.”
He didn’t laugh. Instead, a slow smirk tugged at his lips as he pushed off the door and walked toward me.
“You don’t sound like shit,” he said, voice low. “You looked fucking beautiful. And hot. The way your hips were moving…” His eyes dragged down my body. “I almost didn’t want to interrupt.”
I swallowed hard. “How long have you been standing there?”
“Long enough.” He stopped right in front of me, close enough that I could smell his cologne. “Are you bored, baby?”
“Very,” I admitted, my voice quieter now. “I didn’t know what to do.”
He reached out, fingers brushing my waist before pulling me flush against him. “Then let me give you something to do.”
His mouth came down on mine, hungry and deep. I melted into the kiss, hands fisting his shirt. He groaned against my lips, walking me backward until my ass hit the edge of his desk. In one smooth move he lifted me onto it, stepping between my thighs.
His hands roamed up my sides, palming my breasts through my top. He tugged the neckline down roughly, then yanked the bra cups down too, freeing my heavy tits. The cool office air hit my nipples and they tightened instantly.
“Fuck, look at these,” he muttered, voice rough with want. He leaned down and sucked one nipple into his hot mouth, his tongue swirling around my nipple, his teeth grazing just enough to make me gasp. He sucked harder, pulling more of my soft breast into his mouth while his hand kneaded the other one, thumb flicking the stiff peak. Wet sounds filled the room as he devoured me.
I moaned, arching my back, my fingers threading through his hair. My pussy was already soaked, throbbing against the seam of my panties.
He switched sides, sucking and licking like he couldn’t get enough, leaving my tits shiny and marked. “These are mine,” he growled against my skin. “So fucking perfect.”
I was panting when he finally pulled back. His hands moved fast, shoving my skirt up and ripping my panties to the side. He freed his thick, hard cock, stroking it once before rubbing the fat head along my slippery folds.
Then he pushed in — one long, deep thrust that made me cry out. He filled me so completely, stretching me wide. He didn’t give me time to adjust. He started fucking me right there on his desk, hard and steady, hips snapping forward.
The desk creaked under us. My tits bounced with every thrust. Alexander’s eyes were locked on them, then on my face, drinking in every moan and gasp I made.
His secretary’s voice suddenly came through the intercom. “Mr. Miller? You have an emergency visitor. They’re insisting it’s urgent.”
Alexander didn’t stop moving. He kept fucking me, deep and filthy, while he reached over and pressed the button.
“Give me an hour,” he growled, voice rough with lust, then hung up without waiting for a reply.
I tried to speak through my moans. “What if… ah… you lose money or something? It sounded important—”
He slammed into me harder, hitting that spot that made my eyes roll back. “Not until I satisfy you,” he rasped, gripping my hips tighter. “You come first. Always.”
Then he really let go. He fucked me brutally… raw, possessive strokes that made my whole body shake. The wet sounds of his cock pounding into my soaked pussy echoed in the office. My tits bounced wildly. I was moaning loud, my legs wrapped around him, taking everything he gave me.
When I finally came, it hit me like a wave, my pussy clenching and gushing around him.
Alexander followed right after with a deep groan, burying himself to the hilt and filling me with hot, thick cum.
We stayed like that for a moment, breathing hard, foreheads pressed together.
After we cleaned up and fixed our clothes, he kissed my forehead softly.
We barely finished rested for a minute when the intercom buzzed again. Alexander pressed the button, voice still a little rough. “Let the guest in.”
The door opened.
My heart sank straight to my stomach.
Jessica.
She walked in looking polished and confident in a tight black dress, her hair perfectly styled. Her eyes flicked between us for a second before she gave me a tight, fake smile that didn’t reach her eyes.
“Hi,” she greeted, voice smooth. Then she looked at Alexander. “Did I come at the wrong time?”
Alexander’s face stayed calm. “No.”
Jessica shifted her weight, still smiling that polite smile. “Can we talk, Alexander? It’s very important.”
The way she said his name… soft, familiar, like it belonged in her mouth made something ugly twist in my chest. I hated it. I hated how comfortable she sounded saying it.
Alexander turned to me, his hand gently brushing my lower back. “Wait for me in here. It won’t take more than a minute.”
I nodded, not trusting my voice. He leaned in and pressed a quick kiss to my forehead before walking out. Jessica followed him, throwing one last glance my way before the door clicked shut behind them.
I stood there in the middle of his office, the scent of sex still lingering in the air, and felt my stomach churn.
I never expected her to be back so soon.
Alexander had promised me I wouldn’t have to see her again.
Why is she here?