Holiday Hoax (Windy City Holidates #3)

Chapter 13

CHAPTER 13

IAN

November is always a slog at work but having the crisis break out in Singapore again so soon after my recent trip has been exhausting. I’m finally home after eight days of running on nothing but coffee and four hours of sleep a night. When I stepped off the jet last night, I could have kissed the tarmac; I’ve never been so happy to be home.

Daily thank you texts from Mia have been the highlight of every day. Especially on the days she sends selfies of the bouquet of the day or mirror pics of her outfit with whatever new pair of shoes she decided to wear for the first time. We haven’t talked about us, if there even is an us, but I’m going to call her tonight and invite her over for dinner this week.

Just as though my thoughts have summoned her, my office door swings open, and she stands shyly on the threshold holding a paper bag. Every part of me lights up at the sight of her.

“Can I come in?” she asks.

“Please do.”

She closes the door quietly behind her and then turns to take in my office. Every step she takes closer to me causes hope to balloon in my chest. “Another incredible view.” She nods toward the windows.

“It’s not as good as the one walking toward me right now.”

She sets the bag down on my desk with a beaming smile. “Derrick told me you hadn’t eaten yet, so I brought you lunch.”

I look down at the label on the bag. “My favorite deli.”

“Derrick’s suggestion.” She pulls out an avocado club and hands it to me before pulling out a Caesar wrap for herself. “He also gave me your order.”

“Thank you.” I set the sandwich aside and push my chair back from the table. “I’m not going to be able to eat until you tell me what’s on your mind that brought you all the way across town to my office.”

She takes a deep breath and walks around my desk. “I did a lot of thinking while you were gone.” She leans against the edge of my desk, her palms braced on either side of her.

I force my gaze up to her eyes, trying hard not to spend too much time appreciating how her skirt perfectly hugs her hips or the tease of lace beneath her blouse. “Good things I hope.”

“I missed you.”

My heart speeds up, hope surging through my veins. “I missed you, too.” I miss her every second that we’re apart, but I’m going to keep that to myself for now.

“Which is how I came to the conclusion that maybe we should try more than fake dating.”

Before she can even finish her sentence, I’m yanking her into my lap. My lips take hers as she wraps her arms around my neck. Her fingers slip into my hair as our tongues dance with one another. My hand squeezes her waist as she wiggles on my lap.

Without breaking our kiss, I move everything on my desk to the side. Something clatters to the floor, but I can’t be bothered to care. She laughs against my lips as I lift her onto the cleared off surface.

“Aren’t you hungry?” she asks, breathless from our kiss.

“Starving but not for a sandwich.”

My hands move up her thighs pushing her skirt higher and higher as I stand over her. Her fingers grasp my belt, undoing it and opening my pants. I hit the button under my desk to lock the door while she fists my cock and pulls me out.

“Did you just lock the door?” she asks against my lips.

“Yes. I have a panic button hidden in my desk.”

“Creepy.” She gasps as my fingers slide under her panties.

“Convenient.”

“That, too.” Her hips buck as I drag a finger through her wet folds.

She pulls my head to hers and kisses me again. This time we aren’t gentle with each other, our teeth clash while our tongues duel for control. I swallow her moans as I push my fingers inside her tight channel.

“These have to come off.” I grip the side of her panties and work them down her hips as she shifts her body to assist me. “Unbutton your blouse.”

She starts opening each button, slowly revealing the lace beneath. The pale blue fabric contrasts with her beautiful olive skin. I sit back down in my chair and pull her hips right to the edge of my desk. Her pussy glistens as she hooks her heels around the armrests of my chair, dropping her thighs open for me.

One hand moves to her center, sliding along her slit until it reaches her clit. With my other hand I reach up and pull the cup of her bra down, exposing her piqued nipple. She grabs my tie and pulls me to her, our lips on a collision course until the last second. I veer off and take her breast in my mouth. Her head falls back with a moan.

My cock aches with the need to be buried inside her, to be surrounded by her heat. As if she can read my mind, she pulls me closer until I’m standing over her. I look down and run the head of my dick through her folds, coating myself in her juices.

“I don’t have a condom.”

“It’s okay on my end,” she says with hooded eyes.

Her neck arches as I drive into her, unable to hold back from fucking her with no barrier. Her pussy grips my length in its soft, wet walls. I have to force myself to hold still to gain composure before pulling back out. Her thighs wrap around my waist, the heels of her shoes digging in my ass as she arches for more.

“Ian,” she moans as I thrust back inside her. “Harder please. Fuck me and fill me.”

My cock jerks with need at the plea. Over and over I pull out and glide back inside her, until the only sound in my office is my desk squeaking and my thighs slapping her ass as I rut against her. She’s trapped her bottom lips between her teeth to stifle her cries of pleasure.

I feel her pussy spasm around me and drop my face to the valley between her breasts, stifling my own moans. Blood pulses through my body as I empty inside her. Her heartbeat races beneath my ear as we lie together catching our breath.

She makes the cutest whimper as I pull out of her, my cum dripping from her pussy. I place my palm over her mound and drag my thumb through the liquid, pushing it right back where it belongs. Inside her.

“Don’t move.” I pick up my phone and take a photo of her like this. Spread open on my desk, filled with my cum. It makes me want to beat my chest and throw her over my shoulder like some sort of caveman. “Now I’ll have something to jerk off to when I’m traveling again.”

“Are you going to be gone again for another week?” She pouts as she sits up.

“I hope not, but I can’t make any promises.” I tuck my dick back in my pants.

She adjusts her bra and begins to button up her shirt. “Where did you put my panties?”

“In my pocket.”

She holds out her hand expectantly. I slap my palm against hers.

“I wasn’t asking for a high five,” she says with a chuckle. “May I have my panties back?”

“No. Finders keepers.”

She shakes her head with a smile. “You want me traipsing around the city with no panties on?”

“And my cum running down your thigh marking you as mine? Yes.”

“I didn’t take you for the deranged, possessive type.”

“What did you take me for?”

“Obsessive and compulsively sweet.” She lets me help her off the edge of the desk and fixes her skirt. “Which, by the way, you have to stop sending me flowers.”

“Why would I do that?” I tilt my head and lean back in my seat.

“Because it’s completely over the top.”

“Does it make you smile?”

“Yes, of course, but?—”

“Then I’m not stopping.”

“It’ll get too expensive.”

“I think my wallet can handle it.”

“I’m running out of space at home for them.”

“Good thing I have a two-story penthouse with lots of open space.”

She huffs and shakes her head, walking back around my desk and grabbing the sandwiches off the edge. “I can’t eat on the piece of furniture you just fucked me on.” She sits down at the conference table in the corner.

“I could.” I pat the top. “Hop up here again.”

She blushes and shakes her head. “You’re ridiculous.”

I stand and walk over to the table. There’s something about this woman that makes me feel like a horny teenager and the luckiest fucker on earth. Every moment I spend with her just makes me crave more and more of her time, her smiles, her touch. Knowing she’s mine has infused every atom of my body with joy.

“I do have one thing for you. Before you get annoyed, it’s something I got a while ago, and I’ve just not had time to give it to you.” I open the closet and pull out the shopping bag my personal shopper brought to me.

Her eyes widen as she looks at the Christian Dior logo on the side. “Ian.”

I set it beside her. “It’s just to go with the new shoes,” I say innocently. “You said you’d have to upgrade your handbag collection. I just wanted to start you off.”

“This is gorgeous.” She sets the dust bag aside, folding it neatly. “But you have to stop.”

Not gonna happen. “Gift giving is my love language.”

“I can tell.” She leans over and kisses me. “I love it. Thank you.”