Ruin Me (Savage Bosses)

Chapter 16

CHAPTER 16

M adison

Our secret was out. At least at work. Apparently frosted glass and soundproofing meant nothing if Kent couldn’t hide his satisfied smiles and possessive hold on my waist whenever we left the office together. And he made sure we didn’t leave through his private garage. I should be angry, but I was secretly glad we didn’t have to pretend in front of everyone. Despite his behavior in the office, when we were in public, we behaved as colleagues. I tamed down my clothes for our dates, though the way Kent stared at me in his unguarded moments, anyone would think I was seconds away from revealing my body for his personal enjoyment.

That more than anything else was what convinced me my parents were bound to discover us. Although Kent was inscrutable in business, he couldn’t hide his feelings for me. I understood. He was the same way with Oyinlola and Ife. And now I get to walk around the world knowing he included me in his very small circle of people he’d given his heart.

Despite the risk of my parents finding out about us on their own, Kent and I hadn’t found a good time to tell them about our relationship. We agreed it was best to wait until we’d cleared his name. Although Douglas PD exonerated him for the two murders he had an alibi for, they left the investigation regarding the other murdered women open, leaving a public stain on Kent’s reputation. In my opinion, removing all reasons for my mother to object to Kent before he gave his mea culpa was more important than giving Nikita Montgomery the time and energy to eviscerate Kent and his apology.

“Hey Madison,” Omar called out to me.

I hadn’t realized I was on auto-pilot, walking between the other employees busily plugging away at their work, talking in small groups, and going back and forth from the printer.

“Hey, did you need something?”

“I bumped into Carol earlier. She wants you to call her.”

“Did she say what about?”

Omar shrugged. “No, but I have other news to share.”

Ever since Elsie’s accident, Omar had volunteered to work with my team. He took over monitoring the BBD site and tried to identify who the users were that pushed the Kent was a murderer narrative. He proposed the murderer could be an employee. None of us wanted to credit his guess, but knowing for certain was better than living in ignorance. And since my long shot with Fred was a bust, I was on board for anything that could give us the answers we needed.

“Have you found something linking an employee to the murders?”

“I wish. You know how badly I want to find who cut Elsie.” He beckoned me behind his desk to look at his monitor. “What I found though, makes me wonder if I’ve uncovered something else.”

The user profile for @Nose2TheGrindstone appeared. I raised a questioning brow at Omar, not seeing what caused his alarm.

“From what I’ve been able to piece together, this person is Luxe Locations’ general counsel.”

“Hal?” I shook my head in disbelief.

“I know, right? That was my response.”

“There’s no way. I’m more inclined to think someone hacked his computer than to believe he would betray Kent this way.”

“Now that you mention it, you’re probably right.” Omar picked up the receiver for his phone and dialed a number. “I’ll get our IT department to dig into his login information. I would hate to have to tell Kent he’s got a snake pretending to take care of the company.”

“Okay, until IT either confirms or rules Hal’s involvement out, don’t tell Kent. That kind of suspicion without proof could ruin a friendship.”

I left Omar agreeing with me and entered my shared office with Kent. As soon as I shut the door behind me, the transparent walls turned an opaque white.

“Do you know how much restraint I had to practice while I watched you talking to Omar?” Kent marched over to me and pulled me into his arms for an all-consuming kiss.

“I doubt you leashed yourself for long,” I said, pulling out of his embrace. “You realize you aren’t being subtle? Every time you block out the walls, you might as well put up a billboard sign advertising what we’re doing.”

“Ask me if I care.”

“Why bother? I already know the answer.” I headed toward my desk, but Kent’s arm around my waist impeded my progress.

“Since the windows are tinted, why don’t we take advantage of the few minutes we have free?” He pushed his hand beneath the waistband of my skirt and panties. “Wearing extra layers today?”

As I melted into his arms, his phone rang. “You better answer it.”

“I can multitask.” He hauls me behind him.

“No, Kent! You are not fucking me while you take a call.”

“As long as you don’t make a sound, no one’s going to know.”

Against my better judgment, I allowed him to position me over his desk as he answered his call and put it on speaker.

“What do you need, Mal?” Kent delved under my skirt and rolled my panties down my legs.

“I sent over the figures for the Hayden proposal. I wanted to walk through them before we meet with them next week.”

As Mal spoke, Kent turned my face to the side and pressed his finger against my bottom lip. I opened without protest, and he pushed my panties inside. My lust had already saturated my underwear, and I fought back the moan attempting to escape.

I had no defense against Kent or his unquenchable desire for me. If he weren’t in the same situation as me, I would probably cry at the imbalance in our relationship.

“Let me pull up the spreadsheet now.” Instead of touching his computer, a metal clink sounded behind me, alerting me to the belt Kent unfastened.

In the silent room, the snick of his zipper lowering caused me to clench my thighs in anticipation.

“Have you found the file yet?”

“Not yet.” Kent pressed his erection against my opening and I clung to the edge of the desk. As he pushed inside me, he fiddled with the computer. “Okay, it’s wide open,” He said before pushing all the way inside me.

I turned my face into my shoulder to stifle my groan.

“What was that?” Mal asked.

Kent slipped his hand over my ass and squeezed. “I didn’t hear anything. Maybe it’s feedback from the speakerphone.”

While I tried to stay still and keep quiet, Kent plunged his dick in and out of my pussy. He wasn’t gentle, but he took his time. Each powerful thrust pushed me further and further up on the desk. I was so wet and turned on; I knew I was leaking a trail of liquid as he pleasured me.

The magic Kent wrung from me as he spoke to Mal reduced my awareness. The control he exerted to sound calm, as if he wasn’t fucking my brains out while challenging his CFO’s approach to their partnership bid, pushed me closer to orgasm.

The signs of my impending climax became undeniable. My body tensed and my pussy’s unending clenching of Kent’s dick caused me to wave at him, signaling to him I couldn’t contain myself or the scream that had been building in my lungs.

Did he not care, or was he too far gone to hang up? As I peaked, I let loose a tortured scream that my panties couldn’t buffer completely. My release caused me to lift my body from the desk as spasms of pleasure ran through me.

When I dropped, Kent followed, his mouth beside my ear, feathering against me. Gone was the modulated voice talking over figures and pitches. Still inside me, my pussy continued to convulse around Kent, milking him as he filled me with cum.

As my senses came online one at a time, I heard Mal’s voice calling Kent, who pushed away from me. I turned my head to watch him from the corner of my eye. With one hand, he unmuted his phone to respond. His other hand pulled the panties from my mouth and pocketed them when I reached for them.

“Mal, I like what you’ve put together so far. Make the changes we’ve discussed and let’s go over the numbers again.” Without waiting for Mal to respond, Kent hung up and hauled me into his arms for a kiss. “There is no tastier combination than your pussy and mouth at once,” he groaned.

I sank into the kiss. My body had yet to recover from Kent’s attention, and if I was honest, one of my favorite things to do was kiss Kent. We reluctantly parted.

“I have a few things I need to wrap up before my dinner meeting tonight,” he said.

“It all makes sense now why you just had to have me.”

He pressed one last kiss against my lips. “I don’t need an incentive to feed my pussy what she needs. Knowing her, she’ll be ready for dessert when I get home.”

I had nothing to rebut him because it was true. My body craved him, whether he was near or far. He waited while I fixed my appearance. When I gave him the nod to remove the tint from the windows, I sat at my desk, the appearance of a professional in place. Omar’s slick grin told me he wasn’t buying my act. I shrugged and delved into my work.

An hour later, I remembered to call Carol, who’d invited me out for drinks. I didn’t know what prompted the invitation, but time with her could help me pinpoint some of the BBD users bashing the company. Her position as a human resources manager meant she had a lot of insight into the employees, their complaint histories, and their overall impression of Kent. A couple of drinks wouldn’t hurt, and I would probably return in time to see Kent off to his dinner meeting.

When the hour came for me to leave, I started packing my briefcase and forwarded my calls to my cell.

“Did Carol mention how many people were going out for drinks?” Kent asked, a frown on his face.

“No, but I doubt it’s just me.”

“Do you have the tracker I gave you?”

I pulled the dollar-coin-sized disk from my skirt pocket. The device was a compromise because I refused Kent’s offer of a team of bodyguards. Valentino DeLuca had offered them to him as a present once he recognized the type of relationship Kent and I had. Kent would have accepted if I hadn’t protested. Although he agreed to my decision, he grumbled about my choice every chance he got.

Now, Kent made a habit of asking me about the device whenever I left the house or office without him. Because I understood his fear about the very real serial killer on the loose, I never left it off my person.

As I got off the elevator, my phone rang. “Hey Carol, I’m about to get in the car. Did you need something?”

“I’m glad I caught you. I forgot to ask earlier, but would you mind if we carpooled? My boyfriend offered to pick me up after, so I won’t have to limit my drinking tonight.”

“Not a problem. I’ll pick you up in front of the building.”

“Thanks a bunch, Madison.”

As I approached the exit to the garage, Carol ran up to my car. I stopped to let her in. “I told you I would pick you up in front of the building.”

“You did? I must have forgotten, since I was scrambling to pack my desk up before leaving.”

“Okay… Can you put our destination into the GPS? I didn’t recognize the name of the bar. Douglas has changed a lot since I moved away. I hardly recognize any of the good restaurants anymore.” I pulled out of the compound while Carol entered an address into her phone.

“I’m glad we’re getting this chance to get to know each other better,” she said. “It looks like you’re going to be here longer than your contract from the way Kent looks at you.”

I shrugged, feeling uncomfortable with the topic she chose to discuss. “I haven’t made any long-term plans. My company is based in D.C. and so are many of my clients.”

“Well, people make long-distance relationships work all the time. I’m sure you and Kent will figure something out.”

While I followed the GPS directions, Carol kept the conversation going. When we approached a stoplight, I realized I’d driven into a sparsely populated area.

“Are you sure you put in the right address?” I asked.

Carol peered out the window and windshield. “Yes, this looks like the right spot. No one will think to look for you out here until it’s too late.”

“What do you mean?” I swung my head to face her.

At that moment, she pressed something against my neck. Jolts of electricity ran through my body, causing my muscles to seize.

“You ruined everything. Do you know how many years I’ve tried to get Kent’s attention? I finally had a chance when he stopped sleeping around. Then you showed up, and you’re nothing like his type. You’re arrogant, Black, and fat. How could he choose you when I was available?” Carol shouted while continuing to press the Taser against me.

Her voice faded, as did her face. With no control of my limbs, I couldn’t push her away or call out for help. Too late, I wished I’d taken Kent up on his offer of a bodyguard. As a tear slipped down my face and hope seemed to dwindle, I prayed Kent wouldn’t punish himself for my mistake.