J O R D A N
I took my time in the shower, exploring the various bottles of shower gel and other products that Charlie had.
I came out smelling like...well, everything, and dried myself off with one of the softest towels I ever felt.
Hotels needed to step up their game.
Pulling on a fresh pair of underwear, I looked at myself in the mirror as I adjusted the straps of the black lace bra with a smile on my face. Charlie’s arrogance had started to rub off on me, as he had the power to make any woman feel like the most beautiful and desired in the room.
I knew it was all a trick, but I continued to push that thought to the back of my mind.
Today was no different. I was freshly eaten out, cleaned myself with the most expensive of brands— even though my two dollar body wash was just as good— and looked forward to pancakes for breakfast.
It was practically the only thing I’d ever seen Charlie make in the kitchen, but they tasted good.
Tugging one of Charlie’s white t-shirts over my head, I let my hair out of its bun, watching the soft, brown waves fall down.
I ignored the wave of guilt that came over me as I grabbed the door handle, Ashley’s face popping up in my head, and made my way to the living room.
“Jordan?” Charlie asked as I walked into the kitchen, his back facing me as he flipped my breakfast in the pan.
“Hmm?” I hummed, taking a seat at the kitchen bar and checking my messages.
“Do you have somewhere to be today?”
I looked up from my phone, studying Charlie’s back muscles as he moved.
He turned around, blessing me with his toned torso, an image that I would never tire of seeing.
“Good. I feel like fucking today,” he cheekily retorted and I rolled my eyes.
“You constantly surprise me with the amount of stamina you have,” I stated, sliding my plate towards him so he could place the pancake on it.
“I’m a man, Baby.”
“Don’t I know it,” I mumbled under my breath as he turned around again, grabbing the bowl of batter that stood next to the stove.
“I don’t think I can do all-day sex, Charlie.”
“Why did we put it on the list then?” he asked and I shrugged.
“I don’t know. I honestly think I’ll have to prepare for that.”
Charlie chuckled, plating his pancakes and turning off the stove before he rounded the counter, grabbing the bottle of syrup.
“Let’s eat outside,” he offered, and I nodded, grabbing my plate and following him to the balcony.
It was a fairly warm day for the end of September, and I smiled as I felt the sun on my face, even though it wasn’t the same heat from the summer.
I sat down on the plush couch, Charlie’s balcony being just as perfectly styled as his apartment.
I was constantly surprised by how comfortable the pieces of modern furniture actually were, and the lounge set was no different.
We ate in silence overlooking the city, enjoying one of the last warm days of the year.
“You have a little something...” I said, pointing to the corner of my mouth as I looked at Charlie’s messy face.
“Where?” he wiped the opposite side of his face, completely missing the syrup.
“Let me.” I crawled up to him, taking his plate from his hands and placing it on the side table.
I guess I was just as horny as Charlie.
“Oh, hello,” Charlie smirked, placing a hand on my ass as I sat on his lap. I knew where his mind went, and this time, so did mine.
I smiled at him with hooded eyes, wiping the syrup off with my finger, smearing it on his chest.
“What are you up to?” he asked teasingly, his eyes on my lips.
It was just a drop, but sticky as hell, so we both knew what my next move was.
I brought my lips to his and licked the syrup off his face, before sucking on the skin, tasting the sweet substance on my tongue.
Charlie hummed against my mouth, his free hand grabbing me by the back of my neck and holding me in place as he moved his lips over mine.
I moaned into his mouth as our lips parted as our tongues danced, the kiss turning me on even more than I already was.
I started trailing kisses down his neck, feeling his chuckle as I grazed my lips over his throat, working my way down until I reached the syrup on his chest.
Flipping my hair over my shoulder, I tried to keep it out of my face as I licked his pecs clean, tasting sugar and filling my nostrils with a little of his cologne, the combination surprisingly delicious.
Charlie’s hands squeezed my ass, pulling me closer, making me very aware of the effect I had on him. I moved back up, pulling him in for another toe-curling kiss.
“Charlie,” I moaned as he moved his lips to my neck, kissing and sucking as he went.
“Fuck, you’re so sexy,” he mumbled against my skin, his hands moving under my shirt.
I shrieked when he lifted me off his lap, his biceps bulging, and watched as he swiftly took off my thong.
“What are you—” I started but Charlie shut me up by bending me over the railing of the balcony, lifting the shirt over my ass and sliding his fingers over my pussy.
I grabbed the railing tightly, arching my back as Charlie fingered me, making me dripping wet and ready.
I knew where this was going and the prospect of a rough fuck made me bite my lip, my pussy aching with need as I nervously waited for Charlie to continue.
“Fuck. Condom,” he cursed.
“Forget about it,” I panted, gathering my hair for him to hold on to as I spoke. “Just fuck me.”
“Are you sure?” he asked and I nodded quickly, pushing my ass against Charlie’s bulge.
His hand appeared on my behind and I felt his breath on my neck as he moved his lips to my ear.
“Use your words, Baby,” he cooed and I swallowed hard.
“Yes, I’m sure!” I exclaimed, and Charlie chuckled.
I moaned loudly when he entered me, grabbing my hair at the same time and pulling hard.
I closed my eyes, my eyebrows furrowing as Charlie slammed me against the balcony, filling me with every thrust.
“Oh, god,” I gasped, completely surrendering to him, allowing him to do anything to me at this point.
“Fuck,” he breathed out as he continued to pound into me. “You feel so good.”
I couldn’t concentrate on anything, Charlie’s hard thrusts quickly bringing me to the edge.
He pulled my hair harder, forcing me to arch my back further, and the fingers of his free hand bore into my ass cheek.
My skin was still sensitive from yesterday, but it was a pleasurable pain, one that Charlie was perfectly mastering as he continued to fuck me.
“I’m almost there,” I moaned, grabbing the railing tighter, my knuckles whitening.
Letting go of my hair, Charlie glided his hand down my stomach, rubbing my clit to send me over the edge.
And, my god, did it work.
“Yes! Oh, fuck, yes!” I screamed for everyone to hear, slapping a hand on the railing, but I couldn’t care less about other people. I was thoroughly enjoying the little bubble Charlie and I were in.
I tensed my muscles and my walls tightened as I came, hard, and it only took a few more thrusts for Charlie to follow, filling me.
We rode out our orgasms until Charlie collapsed on my back, his arms wrapping around my waist and hugging me tight.
“A very good morning,” Charlie panted, and I chuckled.
I rested my forehead on my arms trying to catch my breath, feeling drops of sweat on my skin.
Should’ve waited with that shower.
A week later, on Monday morning, I walked out of my bathroom with my freshly washed hair up in a towel and my favorite black lace underwear on.
Not that I really had any other colors in my drawer, but I did have a favorite pair.
I changed into my trusty black pencil skirt and paired it with a white blouse, smiling to myself in the mirror as I observed my outfit.
I looked like a proper business woman, and you know what they say: Dress for the job you want.
I took a cab to work, stepping into the building twenty minutes later with nerves in my stomach, the environment still new.
“Hey, Oscar,” I greeted the guy who stood behind my colleague, Nadine, wearing a perfect blue suit.
“Morning Jordan,” he smiled, his sparkling grey eyes standing out against his dark skin.
“Jordan!” Nadine shrieked, jumping off her chair and rounding the front desk.
I chuckled as she wrapped her arms around me, the platinum blonde always greeting everyone with the same enthusiasm.
Especially on a Monday.
“Good morning, how was your weekend?” I asked, walking with her around the counter after she finally released me.
“I had a date,” she beamed, plopping back in her seat and twirling around to face me.
“Oh?” I smirked, turning on my computer.
“He was amazing.” She sighed, leaning with her chin on her palm, her elbow resting on her desk, and Oscar and I shared a look.
“Are you going to see him again?” Oscar asked, crossing his arms.
Oscar and I chuckled, not expecting anything else. Nadine was living her best life and I was happy for her.
“Oh look, here they come.” I straightened in my seat, flipping my hair over my shoulder as two women entered the building, the foyer immediately turning silent, apart from the clicking of their heels against the marble.
We watched them as they strutted towards the elevators, their perfect hair neatly tied up in identical buns and flawless outfits hugging their fantastic curves.
They radiated confidence and arrogance, the redhead— Gail Carmichael— giving us a nasty look, her chin slightly tilted up in disdain.
Yeah, look down on me Gail. I know you’re screwing the COO’s husband.
Focusing on the brunette, I actually felt a little jealous of her as she seemed to glide over the floor. I sighed softly as they reached the elevators.
I mocked them as they giggled, my imitation a little loud, making them look back.
“Fuck.” I quickly looked away, scowling at Oscar as he tried to contain his laughter.
He chuckled loudly when the two assistants disappeared behind the elevator doors, and I couldn’t help but smile.
“Thank you, for that, Jordan,” he said, rounding the counter and making his way to his office.
I grabbed my phone as the screen lit up, narrowing my eyes when I read the text message.
As much as I enjoyed Charlie’s naked chest, it was not something suitable for work, hence why I was cursing Face ID for unlocking my phone, bringing up the photo.
I tried to contain my smirk as I took a peek, sighing softly as I took in the hard ridges, remembering how they felt under my fingers.
My head shot up and my phone dropped with a loud bang on my desk as I was pulled back to reality, internally flinching when I saw the disapproving look on the face of the man before me.
“Yes. My apologies. Welcome to Cendose Incorporated, how can I help you?” I smiled, clenching my jaw in the process.
I directed the client to the right floor, my cheeks probably resembling two tomatoes by the time I excused myself to the bathroom.
The day was almost over anyway, only five minutes left until Monday was done.
Sighing, I closed the door to one of the toilets, sitting down on top of it and taking my phone back out.
I was aware that I wasn’t exactly winning employer of the month with my evasive work behaviour, but this particular day, I was just really tired.
“Oh my god,” I breathed out, shaking my head at an explicit text from Charlie, watching the three dots as he typed.
My eyes widened when I received the next text, telling me that he was picking me up from work.
People can not see him here.
Tripping over my heels, I stormed out of the restroom, making my way back to the foyer.
“Are you ok?” Nadine asked as I began to pack my bag and log off my computer.
“Yeah, I just remembered, uh—” I stuttered, checking my desk one last time before throwing my coat on. “I need to go.”
“Sure.” She smiled up to me. “See you tomorrow.”
I turned to place a few documents back in the assigned cabinets, freezing when I heard a familiar voice.
“Hey, Jordan. Ready to go?”
I turned to see Charlie, leaning with one arm on the front desk, his grey suit jacket stretching tightly over his bicep in the process.
“I didn’t know you were dating Charlie Abbot?” Nadine chirped, looking from Charlie to me.