Chapter 14

Quinn was eagerly waiting for his call. It was why she leaped over her couch and landed on the ground with a thud when her phone rang by 10pm. She got up, frantically searching for her phone before the call disconnected.

"Hello?"

"Hey."

It was him. She instantly smiled, those butterflies fluttering around in her lower stomach again.

"Hey you." She said, leaning against the wall with a sigh. She'd decided that she was going to stay for the ride. It was easier than fighting it, at least.

"Did you miss me?" He asked huskily.

She thought about denying it then remembered she wasn’t supposed to be running from it. "A little."

He chuckled. "I call your bluff."

She dragged against the wall, falling downwards and bringing her legs closer to her under-thighs. "I'd win."

"I missed you. I've wanted to call you. I just didn't know if you wanted me to."

She had. "I did. I was hoping you would, at least."

"I've been told that I can be clueless sometimes. Why didn't you call though?"

She fingered the frayed hem of her shorts. "I don't know. I guess I didn't think about it. How was dinner with Stephan?"

"Went well. Apparently you made him wait because you were jealous."

She felt her cheeks burning. "I wasn't."

"Not according to him. You were like a Zena princess defending your kingdom."

"Are you messing with me, Michael?"

He laughed. "A little bit."

"Screw you."

"Gladly. I could come over."

She actually considered it. "We have work tomorrow."

"How many times do I have to tell you that I'm the boss?"

She chuckled. "I'm not going to neglect my job because I'm screwing the boss. I don't care what you say."

He whined. "You take the fun out of everything."

"But you could make me cum right now."

He paused. "Over the phone?"

She nodded then realized he couldn't see her. "Yeah."

He paused again. "Who are you and what have you done to Quinn?"

She laughed, her cheeks burning. "Shut up. Aren't you the one that told me to live a little?"

"Well, yeah but—"

"I'm this close to changing my mind." She said.

"Fine fine." He said. "Let's do it."

Then she began to get nervous. "Uh, what next? Do I get my vibrator or..."

"Hell no." He actually sounded pissed and she wondered if she'd said the wrong thing. "I want to make you cum, not a fucking toy. Are you trying to ruin my ego?"

"Oh," She said before bursting out laughing. "I'm sorry. I didn't know."

"Take off your clothes."

The command was so hot, so sexy that she didn't even have the mind to protest. She quickly took off her big polo and jean shorts.

"I'm naked." She breathed into her speaker, waiting for this next command.

"Close your eyes and imagine that I'm there. Imagine that I'm kneeling at your feet and worshipping your body."

She shut her eyes, immediately breathing harder when he appeared in front of her. He had that dark hooded look in his eyes, the one he always wore before he ravished her.

"Can you see me?"

"Yes." She answered in a shaky breath, clenching her pussy.

"Touch your clit and imagine that it's me. Imagine that I'm rubbing slow circles on your pulsing clit."

His low throaty tone was driving her crazy. She did as he instructed, rubbing her clit in a circular motion. Almost immediately, the sensations started.

"You're so fucking wet, baby. Dripping." He moaned. "Put a finger in."

"Ooh." She moaned when she slid a finger into her wet heat.

Quinn had never touched herself before. Every time she'd cum, it had been with her vibrator. It wasn't like she hadn't tried; she didn't know how to hence the vibrator.

But with Michael in her ears and in her mind, it was sensational. She moaned as he instructed her to add in another finger.

Completely full, she fucked herself with her hands.

"Squeeze your tits for me. Pinch your nipples." He groaned.

She pinched her sensitive nipples as her fingers pushed in and out of her pussy, crying out as the pleasure became overwhelming.

"Michael," She cried out, her fingers increasing pace.

"What, baby? Tell me how you feel." His voice shook and it took her a second to realize that he was touching himself too.

The knowledge almost did her.

"It feels.." Her voice broke.

"Talk to me, love."

"It feels so good," She moaned. "Like... like I'm about to explode."

"Hold on just a little longer, baby." He grunted. "God, I love the way you moan."

"Michael," She screamed, knowing that she couldn't hold off much longer. The tightness in her stomach was becoming uncomfortable and she was going to expire if she didn't release it soon.

It didn't take long for his groans to get louder. "Now, baby. Now."

Quinn let go with a scream, her body convulsing on the ground as she shook violently with her orgasm. Michael's loud groan could be heard from somewhere around her and she could've sworn she had another tiny orgasm.

She fell back to earth with a slow thud, her breathing impaled. She blinked severally, aware of her environment. God, the entire building must've heard her scream. She was embarrassed just thinking of it.

"Well, that was something." She heard Michael's amused tone from behind her, picking up her phone with a smile.

"I've never done that before." She admitted shyly.

"Phone sex?"

"Mm-hmm."

"Me neither." He said quietly.

Somehow, Quinn thought it bonded them. It was a first for both of them. She'd never had a first with anyone.

"Are you tired?" He asked when she didn't reply.

"Exhausted." She huffed, shutting her eyes. "I really enjoyed this, Michael."

He chuckled. "Me too, Quinn. Me too."

"Thank you."

"You're welcome."

Sleep was near. Her bones felt like sawdust. She didn't think she wanted to move again. She'd almost crossed the line into oblivion before she said it.

"I like you, Michael. So much."

She was already asleep when his response came. "I like you too, Quinn. A lot more than that."

———

"Nope." He shook his head for the hundredth time. "I hate it. It's got to go."

Quinn sighed, heading back into the changing room for the hundredth time.

He'd said no to all the clothes she'd tried on. Why did he bring her here then if he was just going to reject all the clothes in the freaking store?

She changed into a red knee-length skirt and a yellow shirt. She liked it. It was modest yet sexy. This had to be the one.

She walked back into the waiting room where Michael was sitting comfortably with one leg over the other with a store attendant standing behind him.

"Well?" She took a turn before facing him, resting a hand on her hip in what she hoped was a sexy pose.

He shook his head firmly. "No way. You look like a nun. Why is the skirt so long?"

"It's knee-length, Michael. It's office attire. Do you want me to walk around naked?"

"It's too long to me." He said stubbornly. "You need something sexier."

"What could be sexier than a knee-length skirt for God's sakes?" She asked in a tired voice.

"I don't see any cleavage. Hell no." He turned to the store attendant. "Is this all you have? I was under the impression that this is a reputable store that houses several fashion lines. Are you trying to disappoint me?"

"Uh, of course not, Mr. Rhett." The woman said, looking uncomfortable. "I'll get more clothes."

"Something that shows more skin, please."

"Of course, Mr. Rhett." She walked away quickly, no doubt to escape his intimidating gaze.

Quinn sighed. "Michael, I let you buy me a few clothes and now you want to buy the whole store. Are you serious?"

He'd pestered her all day until she'd given in. He'd suggested they close work early and head out, not caring if anyone suspected that the boss and his secretary were nowhere to be found.

She supposed she shouldn't worry too much. Everyone in the company probably already knew they had a thing between them. The stares had been getting more noticeable, especially in the elevator. She thanked whoever was working in her favor that the first floor housed only two other employees and none of them were women. She didn't have to see anyone or deal with the increasingly annoying whispers and stares.

"Oh, come on, all those clothes were boring. You can't wear them anywhere." He replied.

"Yes, I can. I don't care if they're boring. Just this shirt along is a hundred dollars, Jesus Christ."

"I know what you're going to say but I can assure you, love, I can afford it." He winked at her at the same time that the store attendant walked in with a handful of dresses.

"Good." Michael nodded. "Go try them on, Quinn." He waved her away.

She rolled her eyes at him, receiving the dresses from the woman. She walked into the fitting room, shutting the door.

It took her a while, but she finally managed to push the pencil skirt down her legs and try the dress on. It was beautiful. She looked at herself in the small mirror on the wall, breathing shakily. The price tag said it was three hundred dollars. What dress was that expensive?

This one, her mind whispered. It was a dark deep green that hugged her curves like a second skin. The sleeves were short, stopping a little above her elbow. The cleavage was low, and her breasts stood proudly staring back at her. The dress stopped just above her knee. Quinn could hardly recognize her own body.

When she heard Michael's voice, she opened the door. She met his eyes, smiling shyly when his eyes widened as he took her in.

"Fuck." He whispered, particularly staring at her breasts. "Oh, yes. This is it."

His eyes sparkled in approval and the way he was staring at her with hooded eyes told her that he was already thinking of all the ways he was going to torture her.

With a speed that rivaled that of Barry Allen's, he was up from the chair and then they were in the fitting room. He'd pushed her into the small room and turned the key in the lock.

Almost immediately, the store attendant was beating against the door.

"Sir, Mr. Rhett," She called out, turning the knob frantically.

Inside, Michael turned her around to face the mirror, licking the tip of her ear. Quinn took a deep breath, trying to focus.

"Sir, we don't allow that here. You're going to have to come out or I'll have to call security."

"Michael, you can't be in here." She said to him, feeling his arousal press against her back. The energy that surged through his body flowed into her and the intensity weakened her knee.

"I know you can feel it." He whispered into her ear. "I know you feel what you do to me, Quinn."

He wrapped a hand around her middle, drawing her in. His arousal dug painfully into her back. Ignoring the banging against the door, he kissed her neck sensually, small feathery kisses that burned on her skin.

"Tell me you feel it."

She nodded, shutting her eyes and angling her neck to the side as he consumed her. "I do. I can."

"I'm going to fuck you soon. Press you up against a wall and pound into you from behind and you're going to scream my name so loud you'll lose your voice."

As quickly as he'd locked them in, he opened the door. The store attendant stood with a fist in the air, and it was obvious he'd cut her off. Quinn knew it shouldn't have pleased her to see the woman uncomfortable but the judgmental look in her eyes was annoying.

Michael cleared his throat. "We'll take it all."

———

They left the store and Michael handed the driver the bags filled with clothes. Quinn had never had that many clothes in her life. All the clothes in her wardrobe combined weren't nearly half of what Michael had bought her.

She should've complained but when she'd seen the look of excitement in his eyes as he handed his card over to cashier, she didn't have the mind to.

The driver took the bags from Michael, walking in the opposite direction to where he had parked the car.

Michael grabbed her hand, leading her down the sidewalk.

"Where are we going?" She asked him with a small laugh.

"Can I see your phone?" Michael suddenly asked.

She raised a brow. "Why?"

He stretched out a hand. "Just give it."

She eyed him wearily, dipping her hand into her small purse and bringing out her phone. She handed it to him. "Here."

He hummed at the back of his throat, turning the phone to the front and back like as though inspecting it.

She became conscious of the device. It was an old model and that was saying something because several models had been released since she bought it. She'd been too broke to buy a new one as the bills poured in.

"Alright. I'm sorry to do this baby but it has to go."

He suddenly threw it to the ground and stomped on it with the heel of his shoe three times.

Quinn gasped, staring at her ruined phone. The screen was damaged beyond repair. The entire thing was crushed.

She let out a breath. "Why would you do that?"

"Because I'm going to buy you a new phone."

Jesus Christ. "Michael." She rubbed her temple. "What is wrong with you?!" She yelled, punching his arm as hard as she could. The man drove her crazy.

"I'm sorry." He laughed, managing his arm. "But you have to admit it was outdated."

"I didn't care! It was mine and I loved it!"

“I know, love. But turn around.” He pointed above her head. "Look over there."

She turned around before she spotted what he was pointing at. An iPhone store. He was really going to buy her a new phone.

God.

She shut her eyes and reopened them, praying to God for strength.

"I'm going to kill you." She said to him. "I'm going to fucking kill you."