Peep (Brighten Sisters Book 2) (8 page)

P
aul Cresley is
one of the best bosses ever. He’s kind, generous, and completely professional at all times. You can’t get any better unless you want to work for someone without positively prehistoric ideas who isn’t stuck in the stone age. Which is why my position was created. This company needs a serious overhaul.

“Paul, please tell me if I’m speaking out of turn, but I think the direction we are currently going is the wrong one. Our demographic for the Lux campaign is girls aged 18-25. That age group is on Snapchat and Instagram. They rarely use their Facebook, and Twitter is dead. If we want a solid launch, we need to put our marketing dollars where we’ll get the best ROI.”

Paul gives me a considering look. I wait for the verdict, knowing full well his decision will either make or break this account for me. I hate having things out of my hands.

I hear a throat clear behind me. I turn and immediately flush from head to toe. Leaning up against the doorframe is easily the sexiest man I have ever seen. Bar. None. Sandy blonde hair, a perfectly shaved face and steal blue eyes come together to make up the most perfect man . . .
a man straight out of my dreams
.

“I’d have to agree with her assessment, Paul. Your ideas seem to be pretty ancient. Time to step aside and let the youth of the world lead.” He smirks and my panties melt on the spot.

Who the hell is this guy?

“Samantha, meet my son, Adam. To what do we owe this pleasure?” Paul looks amused at the site of his son. Their dynamic is so relaxed. It’s adorable.

“Samantha, it’s lovely to meet you.” His ear to ear grin and hot as hell dimples have me crossing my legs to stop the pulsing in my center. The rumors are true, he’s definitely something. Any man who looks like him would be able to have any girl he wanted.

“Pops, I just wanted to swing by to hear what words of wisdom you were spewing today. Although I must say, Miss…” He looks to me for validation that I am indeed not married.

Hell, no. I’m completely available and at your service.
I nod.

“Miss Samantha Without-A-Last-Name seems to have shown you up. I must say, I’m impressed and thoroughly intrigued by her...” He pauses. I watch as his tongue darts out and glides across his lower lip. I’m so wet I can smell my arousal and I can’t even be ashamed. In five minutes, this man has done more for me than a month’s worth of Plunge porn. A playboy he is for sure.

I peruse his body. His lean torso is clad in a button-down collared shirt, sleeves rolled to the elbows, showcasing his corded muscles. He catches me staring and gives me a knowing smile.

Shit. How embarrassing.

I turn my head quickly back to Paul. “Well, Paul, I better get back to work.”

Adam interrupts, “Don’t let me keep you. I’m just on my way out. Dad, I’ll call you later so we can make plans to hit the course this weekend.”

Paul nods.

“Samantha, it was a pleasure, pet.” I stiffen at the moniker. He turns to leave, throwing a wink in my direction.

Good God, I need to release some of this tension ASAP.

Paul and I finish up quickly because I claim I need to run to the ladies’ room. Which is true, but not for the typical uses. I walk hurriedly, pulling out my phone and logging into Plunge.
Sir, please be available.

I type out a quick message.

Me: I need you.

The response is immediate.

NYCsir: I like that. What has you all hot and bothered in the middle of the day?

Me: You. Always you.

I lie. I know he would not appreciate knowing another is the cause for my needing him. He’s too commanding to be all right with second best.

NYCsir: Good girl. What do you want, pet? You want me to bend you over and pull your skirt up to expose your pink pussy? Do you want me to run my tongue along your wet folds?

God. How does he know just what to say? He even guessed I am wearing a skirt. That fact makes me hot all over. The only thing that could make this go faster is if I could hear his voice.

Me: I need to hear your voice right now. I’m aching inside and only your voice will soothe me

His response is delayed and not to my liking.

NYCsir: I don’t do that. I have rules and it’s rule #2. No phone.

I’m not above begging at this second.

Me: Please, Sir. Please. I’m dying. My pussy is pulsing but I just can’t get over that edge. I’m sitting in a bathroom at work. I need this.

Silence for a few seconds and then his reply.

NYCsir: Beg. Tell me what you want and I’ll consider.

Here goes nothing.

Me: Please, sir. I want—no, I need you to make me come.

A few more seconds of obvious deliberation. He’s making me sweat and he likes it. This only gives me time to think about what a dumb thing I’m doing. I’m in the bathroom at work. I’m just about to abort this whole thing when my screen lights up.

NYCsir: Very well. I will make an exception this one time because you asked so politely. 

Shit.

NYCsir: Send me your number and I’ll call you.

Despite my better judgment, I type it out for him and press send. I don’t care if this is safe. I’m too far gone. The phone rings instantly and butterflies begin to fly in my stomach. My heart pounds erratically within my chest.

“Hello,” I breathe out.

“You want me to make you come?” His voice sounds husky. It’s mesmerizing and my insides tighten. The need to comply with anything he says rushes at me.

“God, yes,” I pant out. 

“Do you want me to lick your sweet pussy?” A desperate moan leaves my mouth. “Is that what you want? Is your cunt wet for me? Tell me.”

My hand slips into my panties and I find myself completely soaked. Dripping all over my fingers. “Yes.”

“Imagine my tongue on you, lapping away at your sweet juices. Can you feel me? Do you like when I lick your pussy? Rub your finger against your clit. Imagine it’s my tongue sucking and teasing you.” My index finger finds my swollen nub and I start tracing circles on it, increasing the pressure until I’m moaning loudly against the earpiece.

“That’s good, baby. Tell me what else you want? What else do you want me to do for you?”

I want your cock.”

“Where do you want my cock? I need to hear you say it before I give you what you want.”

“In my soaking wet pussy,” I purr out.

“Good girl. I’m going to give you everything you need… Do you feel me shoving my thick cock into your tight, wet pussy . . . Does it feel good, can you feel it?”

“Yes. God. Yes, sir."

“Good, now rub your pussy harder for me. I want to hear you come all over your hand pretending it’s me.”

“Yes,” I squeak out as my finger moves faster.

“After I fuck you, I want you to kneel before me and suck your juices from my cock. I want you to lick my dick after you've come all over it. I own you. Do you understand?” 

“Yes.”

“Who. Owns. You?”

“Only you, sir. Only you.”

F
uck
. Why can’t I control myself? I’ve broken too many rules. They are there for a reason and a pretty damn good one at that.

I’m pushing things here.

I about died when I saw Samantha, aka naughtygirl7, sitting there in my dad’s office. Of all the fucking places for my worlds to collide, that was the last place I would have ever imagined. I have to back off of naughtygirl7 now that I know who she is.

But Jesus . . .

Her voice had my cock pulsing so hard it was painful.

After the eye fucking of a lifetime in my dad’s office, that was the best non-sex of my life. Phone sex is seriously underutilized. I couldn’t help myself. The way that fucking skirt rode up Samantha’s sculpted legs made me want to throw propriety and my father out the window and fuck her against the wall.

I have to block her and it’s such a fucking shame.

Forcing images and thoughts of Samantha aside, I switch gears to my schedule. I have a “date” with Carly Wise in an hour. She’s one of my regular fucks. We have a good thing going. She loves sex and she also loves being plastered all over Plunge.

Since I refuse to show my face, having her sinful features on display helps with the views. I need to make some money. My dad’s been hounding me to come work for him at Cresley & Son. He reminds me often that it was the plan all along, hence the name. It’s the last thing I want to do, but probably the best offer I’ve had. Flirting with Samantha would be an added bonus.

Fuck. That would just end with me getting fired. I chuckle at the thought.

My phone rings. I look at the screen to see Carly’s face. “Yeah?” There’s nothing romantic about our arrangement. I’m a means to her run at an adult film business, she’s looking to be signed with one of the larger porn producers. Carly’s my quick meal ticket.

“Hello to you too, lover. You ready for today?”

For whatever reason, her voice grates on my nerves. The sound of Samantha’s voice comes to mind and I know that’s why. Samantha’s sultry voice is oozing with sex. Carly’s voice is whiny and not at all working for me.

“Yes, Car. What time will you be here?” I ask, rather annoyed at her worthless reason for bugging me.

“Well, I have to push it back. I’m meeting with a producer from Slush at two. Can we do 5-ish?”

I’m annoyed and I’m really not feeling her today. “I can’t. I have plans tonight.” I lie. “Lets do this tomorrow.”

Like nails on a chalkboard, she screeches. “Adam, I need this damn video. I was going to pitch it to the producer today. I want him to watch it live after the meeting.”

“Tell him to tune in tomorrow. I don’t know what to tell you. I’m out today.” I’m getting increasingly more annoyed.

“Fine,” she drawls. “I’ll see you tomorrow at 1. Don’t stand me up.”

The line goes dead. No goodbyes. No, “Thank you, Adam, for making me a star.” Fuck. Her. I might just be unavailable tomorrow too.

She’s the only one who knows my two worlds, so I really need to toe the line. If my father ever found out what I did in my spare time, I’d be cut off and disowned. In fact, it might kill him. That’s why my rules are in place. #1 no meeting, #2 no phone and #3 no repeats in one day.

I’ve broken them all. Unknowingly, but still. This is bad.

I pull up the Plunge app and scroll to naughtygirl7. My hand hovers over the block button and right before I hit it, my phone starts ringing. It’s dad, conveniently postponing the deletion.

* * *

T
he day goes by slowly
. I hear a ping sometime later. Looking at the clock, I see it’s 5 pm.

N
aughtygirl7
: I’m going to McDougal’s Pub with some friends… Wanna chat later?

F
uck
. I completely forgot about blocking her. I should just do it now. I should block her and move on with my life.

M
e
: Sure.

I
’m an idiot
.

If I’m being a dumb ass, I might as well go all the way. McDougal’s is literally a five minute cab ride from me.

I shouldn’t.

Right?

Definitely no.

But she doesn’t know me as anyone but Adam. I could just go and observe. It could make for some hot-ass phone sex later. Before I can talk myself out of it, I grab my keys and I’m out the door.

I dial my wingman Drake.

“Yo.” Typical Drake.

“Saddle up, wingman. You’re needed in ten minutes at McDougal’s.” I flick the phone off and turn up the stereo.

No need for formalities with Drake. He’ll be there. He always is.

Tonight is dangerous. I shouldn’t be doing this, but fuck if I can help myself.

* * *

D
rake
and I settle into a high top that faces towards the middle of the bar. I want to be able to see everyone who comes in and out. The place is dead and I know she’ll see me as soon as she walks in the door.
So much for blending in and observing from afar.

“So what’s this all about? You having a drought and need to get laid?” He says it so seriously as if that has ever been a problem for me.

I scoff. “No, I just needed to get out. My dad is on my case about joining the company, and I needed a drink. If I leave with a piece of ass all the better.” I take a long drink from my bottle of Stella.

We’ve been sitting here for what feels like an hour. I’m about to finish this and call it a night when the door chimes and a group of people come waltzing in. The last person to come through the door has my pulse quickening and the air leaving my chest.

Samantha.

Holy fuck.
I shouldn’t be within ten feet of her, not when she looks like that. I’m considering dragging her into the back and fucking her right here in this crowded bar. After the sexual tension in the office earlier, it would be the perfect release.

Samantha notices me and her face lights up. I can’t help the smile that takes over my face.

Fucking pussy.

She walks my way and my dick attempts to stand at attention. Thank Christ I’m sitting down. Drake gives me a look of admonishment at my reaction. I never get like this over a girl and for good reason.

“Hey. Adam, right?” she asks like she doesn’t know the answer.
Silly girl.

“Yeah. Nice to see you again, Sarah.” I smirk letting her know I’m only playing.

She laughs despite the corniness of my joke.

“Fancy meeting you twice in one day. I must be lucky.” I throw out that signature wink of mine that girls have been known to melt from.

“Yeah, I guess you are. I’m Samantha.” She extends her hand to Drake. He looks up from his bottle and takes her hand in his, bringing it to his lips.

Douche.

Samantha chuckles and the sound sends chills down my spine.
Chills
. What the fuck. “What are you up to?” I ask, seriously interested.

“I’m here with some friends from work. We’re going to grab a drink. Do you want another?”

I look down at my mostly full beer. “Thanks, but I’m good. Raincheck?”

“Sure. Well, I’ll see you later.” She smiles that gorgeous smile of hers, turns, and walks away.

Her ass in that skirt…
Jesus.

I watch her get her beer.
Interesting.
I had her pegged for a cosmo or maybe a wine girl. I never would have guessed beer. My type of woman.

She sits facing me. I can see under her table but she has her legs crossed at her thighs. Fuck, I’m a pervert.

I watch her pull out her phone and start typing. It barely registers that my phone pings. I pick it up in time to see a message from naughtygirl7. This is going to be so much fun.

N
aughtygirl7
: Busy?

M
e
: Why? Someone feeling naughty?

N
aughtygirl7
:
You have no idea. I want to finger fuck myself so badly right now.

O
h God
, if only she knew how those filthy words are effecting me from across the room. Looking at her smug face while she waits for the reply it occurs to me that she’s playing NYCsir as much as I’m playing her. She wants to get him riled up. There’s no way on earth she’d do the things she’s saying in a crowded bar surrounded by her friends.

M
e
: Do it. Put your hands between your legs and tell me how wet you are.

I look up in time to see Samantha flush. The look of pure lust is evident from across the room. I watch as she looks back to her phone and starts typing.

N
aughtygirl7
: I want to but I’m at a table full of people. Do you think they’d notice?

I
’m going
to have fun with this.

M
e
: No. Now do as I say and touch your pussy.

N
aughtygirl7
: If you promise to come fuck me I’ll do it.

M
e
: Deal.

I
watch
her fidget in her seat but fuck if she doesn’t uncross her legs and put her hand exactly where I told her to. I am so fucked.

“Dude. What the hell has you so worked up?” Drake asks curiously.

“I keep seeing you eye that girl. What’s up with that? You gonna hit that tonight?” If he only knew how badly I want to.

“Maybe. I’m keeping my options open.” I’m so lame. Not a single girl in this place has my attention but Samantha.

“Will you get on with it? I have shit of my own to hit tonight.” He nods his head in that stupid “you know what’s up” way of his.

“Yeah, man. I’m on it. I’m texting her as we speak.” It’s only a partial lie.

At that exact moment Samantha gets up and heads towards the bathroom. I can’t help myself. It’s too perfect.

I stand and Drake calls out, “where you going?”

“About to score. Don’t wait up for me.” I wink at him like the douche I am and head towards my target.