The Whole Package (Hearts to Buy #1)

Ava

The corridors of Brooks to them, I'm just another fixture in this world of legal battles and corporate negotiations. But the work I come here for is different, one that doesn't require a law degree – at least, not yet.

"Mr. Brooks, your three o'clock is here," announces his impeccably dressed secretary, her voice as crisp as her attire. I glide past her into the inner sanctum with a practiced smile and a nod. The door closes with a soft click, sealing us in privacy. Inside, the room is already set for our rendezvous. The heavy curtains are drawn, casting the office in a dim, intimate glow. On his polished desk, two glasses of whiskey sit waiting, the amber liquid catching the scant light, promising warmth and a hint of forbidden pleasures.

"Lock the door," Matthew Brooks commands, his voice resonating with authority as he swivels in his imposing leather chair to face me. Complying with his directive, my fingers deftly secured the lock. The soft click sounds like a starting gun, marking the beginning of our clandestine encounter. I place my purse on one of the small couches at the end of his expansive office, a space that's become a familiar playground of secret indulgences. "You look incredible as always, ." His compliment is delivered in a low and husky tone, a voice I've come to associate with afternoons like this. It tells me he's already had his fill of the mundane – lunch, meetings, the trappings of his powerful position – and is now primed for something far more satisfying. His gaze sweeps over me, appreciative and hungry, and I feel a familiar thrill.

"It's nice to see you too, Matt," I respond with a softness that belies the power play unfolding between us. Gracefully, I close the distance between us, my hand curling around the glass he has prepared. The whiskey burns pleasantly as it travels down my throat, a familiar warmth that sets the tone for what's to come. It's not about needing courage, but I know better than to turn him down for a drink. Matthew Brooks does not like to hear the word 'No.'

"How many of these have you had today?" I inquire, my eyes drifting to the half-empty bottle on his desk. It's a subtle probe, gauging where he is, what I might be walking into.

"Not nearly enough," he answers, a wry smile playing at the corners of his mouth as he gestures for me to come even closer. There's a hint of something darker in his voice, an edge that speaks of his burdens and the stress beneath his polished exterior.

"Meeting didn't go so well?" I venture, my voice tinged with concern. He shakes his head, a silent admission of defeat, and my lips instinctively form a pout. I know how crucial this client was to him and the firm's success. "And there's no way to fix it?" My question hangs in the air as I move closer to him. He swivels his chair to face me, the motion an unspoken invitation. As I straddle him, my knees pressing against the sides of his hips, I can feel the firm outline of his cock beneath his slacks. The sensation of him, hard and ready against me, stirs a growing heat within. It's an undeniable pull, a physical reaction that's as much a part of our encounters as the conversation and the whiskey. I'm acutely aware of every inch of him beneath me, every breath he takes, every slight movement that brings us closer.

"For now, I just need you to let me bury myself so deep inside you that all thoughts of work disappear." His voice is a low groan laden with desire and an urgency that sends waves of excitement through me. His hands, firm and demanding, find their way to my ass, pulling me insistently against the hard lines of his body. In that instant, a spark ignites between us, an unquenchable fire that demands to be stoked. Our mouths collide in a frenzied kiss, a clash of lips and tongues that speaks volumes more than words ever could. We're lost in the rhythm of our grinding bodies, and the friction of our clothes only adds to the moment's intensity. My arousal is undeniable, a pulsing, aching need that grows with each movement and I can already feel the wetness between my legs. Beneath me, I can sense his growing discomfort, the strain against his slacks as his cock rubs up and down my center. Even through the layers of fabric, the sensation is electric, a promise of what's to come.

"I'll be your best distraction today, baby," I murmur, my words a heated whisper against his lips as we momentarily break our fervent embrace. I feel his body tense and then release a deep groan as I pull away, standing to pour us another glass of whiskey. The liquid amber swirls in the glass, a clear symbol of the heat building between us. "Drink up," I command, my voice laced with desire and authority. My fingers deftly work at his belt, unfastening it with a practiced ease. His pants and boxers follow, sliding down his legs to pool around his ankles. As I position myself between his now spread legs, the air is thick with anticipation.

"Drink," I repeat, noting how his intense gaze is fixed on me, a look of raw desire etched on his face. His cock stands proudly erect, a tantalizing invitation just inches from my face as I lower myself to my knees. "You drink that, and I'll drink you," I say, a playful yet seductive promise as I lick my lips. Gently, I press them against the tip of his cock, already glistening with precum. Slowly, deliberately, I take him into my mouth, savoring the taste of him, the feel of him.

His moan is a deep, guttural sound that resonates in the room, a visceral response that stokes the growing fire within me. I can feel my own desire mounting, a pulsing need that demands attention. But right now, this moment is about him, about easing the stress on his body.

I move both hands up and around his balls, slightly squeezing as his cock touches the back of my throat, and I slowly retract myself. Looking up at Matt, I'm pleased when he's put down his now empty glass and instead is holding onto the edge of the seat so strongly his knuckles have turned completely white. Swirling my tongue around the base of his cock, I move my head down between his length and suck on his balls while tugging gently on his cock. He's bucked his hips up at least two times already, begging for me to just stop with the teasing and take him all in, but I take my time and go at my own pace. Once I'm finally tired of looking at his frustrated face, I lick my hand and drag it up and down his cock. Spitting on his member next, I jerk his cock up and down and lick on the tip as if I were going to eat a lollipop. He tastes so incredibly sweet as he begins to slowly drip with cum; I already have a pool going inside my panties.

"Fuck , that's good," he moans as I place his cock inside my mouth again, finally doing as he desperately wanted and taking him all the way in, making sure to swallow so that my throat can tighten around him and grip him up. When his hips are already starting to shake, and his hands are pulling me by the hair, I let him fuck my mouth until he explodes inside me. The warm fluid gushes down my throat, and I do not waste a drop; I never do. His hips are still shaking, and his cock twitches a little once he's entirely done.

"You really are the best at that, baby girl." He breathes, leaning back into his chair and watching as I lick my lips and stand back up.

"That's what you pay me for, isn't it?" I smile, leaning over his desk and grabbing a napkin to wipe the corner of my mouth.

"No, I don't pay you to suck me off and you know that. I pay you to keep my mind at ease, to help me forget the world. But when you do that, you sure do a hell of a job at it. I'd give you a raise if I didn't already pay you more than you're worth." He teases, standing up and bringing his pants up with him. He fixes himself back up and kisses me.

"Well, whatever you pay me, I know it's not enough," I respond, watching as he walks around his desk and sits on the small couch. "I should probably head out; give you some time to strategize your next move and get your head straight. Call me if you need anything, Matt."

"Oh, I always do, ." He chuckles, motioning for me to come to him. And like a magnet, my body moves to him instantly. "I said I needed to bury myself inside you; I didn't just mean your mouth," he looks down at the expensive watch draped over his wrist. "I've got a good thirty minutes left," he announces, and I remember how wet my pussy still is between my legs. "Take off your dress; let me have a look at how wet you are." I bite my lower lip and begin to pull up my skirt. It is skin-tight, and it's not very long. But when it's finally up over my hips, I notice how Matt's cock is already growing erect once again, and my panties are visibly soaked through. "Come here, let me feel," he commands, and I walk forward, feeling the cool breeze coming through his window and hitting my ass cheeks. My pussy is throbbing, and it's dripping down the inside of my leg; his fingers are already there, feeling my juices as he slides a finger underneath the fabric and feels how wet I am. "Fuck," he groans, sliding my panties to the side and slipping a finger inside me. "You're dripping wet, ." His thumb is circling my clit, and it's not going to take much for me to cum.

"That's what happens when I suck you off," I whisper, leaning forward and resting both hands on his shoulders as his fingers pick up their pace. He slips another inside me, fucking me with his hand.

"That's a good girl," he purrs, leaning forward and taking one of my nipples in his mouth. The fabric of my blouse is thin, and I can feel his mouth all over my breasts as he sucks and pulls on my nipples with his teeth. My head is thrown back, and I'm breathing heavily as he picks up his pace, and my hips are grinding into him, trying to find some sort of release.

"Matt, fuck!" I moan as quietly as possible, biting down on my lower lip as his tongue begins to circle my nipples, and his fingers fuck me with a steady pace. He knows what he's doing, and it doesn't take me very long before the wave of heat hits me, and the orgasm I have is one of the best I've had in a while. My legs are shaking, and his mouth has now returned to mine, devouring me and silencing my moans as his fingers leave my pussy.

"Twenty minutes left," he smirks, licking his lips and bringing his fingers up to his mouth. He takes them inside his lips and sucks on them, savoring my taste. "God, you're always so delicious."

"More?" I say breathlessly, not daring to put my clothing back in place because I know what he needs next.

"Mhm," he nods, wrapping a hand around his fully hard cock, which is out once more, and this time, when he beckons me forward, I am quick to climb on top of him. This position is one of his favorites because, from here, he has full access to my breasts, and I can control the pace and fuck him however hard or soft he wants. Today, he's not looking for slow; he's not even looking for medium. He needs it fast and rough; he needs to release himself again, and I'm going to do that for him.

"Don't be gentle," he says, and I lean forward, pressing my lips to his ear.

"I wasn't planning on it." He chuckles as I slowly lower myself down, feeling him stretch me out. I love how his cock fills me up, the way it throbs when he enters me, and the way my body stretches around him to accommodate. My eyes are closed, and I'm trying to savor every single moment, every inch of him. But his hands are now gripping my ass cheeks, and he's guiding me. Slowly up and down, his cock and his lips are busy with my nipples, his teeth nibbling on them and sending a rush of pleasure down my spine.

"Come on, baby, don't hold back." I moan as I slowly move my hips up and down his cock, moving a little bit faster and gripping him up tightly inside me. My pussy is dripping wet, and he's groaning and moaning underneath me, his hands still gripping my ass.

"Just like that, fuck." He groans, throwing his head back and closing his eyes, enjoying the pleasure. I'm starting to move up and down his length, my hips picking up the pace, and the sound of our bodies coming together echoes through the room. The wetness is dripping down his cock, and the sound of it is enough to make him go crazy; he grips my ass even tighter and starts to fuck me hard. His cock is throbbing, and he's going at it hard and fast, his cock filling me up and stretching me out.

"Fuck, just like that, Matt. Fuck me!" I beg, riding him with as much force as he is pounding into me, and before I can even process it, the wave of pleasure rushes through me, and my entire body is tingling. The orgasm is strong and intense, my muscles contracting and my juices flowing down his cock. But he keeps on going, his cock thrusting inside me until his body shakes and the warm fluid releases itself inside me. I'm still on his lap, his cock throbbing inside me.

"I think this was just what the doctor ordered," he says, opening his eyes and smiling. "But it seems I'm running a bit late for my next meeting." He laughs, and so do I. Climbing off his lap and grabbing a few napkins from the dispenser, I clean myself up and pull my skirt back down.

"I'm glad I could help," I wink at him, heading towards the door and collecting my purse. "Please don't forget to look over the paperwork I e-mailed you earlier." I'm not one to mix business with pleasure, but the best time to ask a powerful man for a favor is definitely after you've let him come inside your body twice.