Entice

Faye went to work the next day with a smile on her face and a buzz about her lower region.

She couldn’t believe the luck she had in finding the sexual side of Alex—well, she never expected to find it in the first place. In a way, she was comfortable with their new arrangement or relationship or whatever you want to call it. She enjoyed it immensely and couldn’t get enough of it. But there was still a small, small part of her that had been shoved in a very dark, dark corner that was being very, very persistent when it came to convincing her that this was so, so wrong.

All because it’s Alex. The boy she got her first period with. The only boy she ever told that the first time she had masturbated was in the shower. And the only boy she will ever share such secrets with. But wouldn’t this make the relationship better? She can be herself around him—no games, no holding back.

Right?

Faye ignored these thoughts as she walks into her office, smiling at Georgia as she passes her. She sets her coffee on the glass of her desk, moving around the corner and pulling out the leather office chair. Just as she had set her bag down, the phone was ringing.

She grabs for it immediately, pressing the button to talk and lodging it between her ear and shoulder as she rustles about to find her daily agenda. “Hello?”

“Faye-by baby?”

A loud laugh escapes the girl’s throat as she squeals into her work phone, jumping lightly in her black heels as she realized who she was talking to. “Lulu! You bitch,” she howls, slapping the top of her desk. “I haven’t seen you in two months! Where the fuck are you?” She groans mockingly—she already knew where Lulu had been, but wanted to poke and prod at her best girl friend.

“New York at the moment!” Lulu replies, laughing along with Faye. “Oh my God, I feel like it’s been ages since I left you for this stupid trip with John.” She was referencing her long-time boyfriend that she just announced her engagement to. Lulu is hopelessly in love with John and immediately said yes when he suggested they travel before they wed. So they whisked off on what has been a two month expedition so far, going to as many cities as they could. They were finally back in the States—which made Faye happier than a little girl with candy.

“When are you gonna be back in Maryland, you ass?” Faye groans again. “That’s all I care about!”

Lulu laughs, the sounds of beeping cars and wheels against asphalt in the background of wherever she was in New York. “About one week! John said that we’ve spent enough time away from home, so it’d be best to get back and plan the wedding. I can’t wait to see you, boo. We are gonna have a whole day to ourselves where we can do girl talk.”

Faye immediately knew one thing Lulu would want to discuss during girl talk, one thing she probably shouldn’t tell her. But it’s her best friend—she’d be happy to know Faye was finally getting some. Although...she promised Alex she would keep this a secret…

“Girl talk?” Faye scoffs. “What is there to say?”

She just knew Lulu was rolling her eyes. “Shut up, bitch. I know just from this phone conversation that you got some sort of action while I was away. I can hear it in your voice. Tell me—did you do it with a boy or a girl?”

“What?!” she shouts into her phone. “Obviously it was a boy!” Fuck.

“Ha! I knew that would get the answer out of you,” Lulu replies smugly. “We’ll talk more when I get back. But you best come with those juicy details. I can’t believe you finally swept the cobwebs out from down there! Man.”

“Can we not talk about my genitalia like it was a dusty closet?”

“Did it anyway. Now I really have to go. See you soon, boo!”

They say their goodbyes and Lulu is hanging up.

Faye went about her day like usual: meetings here, calls there, faxes in between, Georgia scrambling about every five minutes. Her mind was rarely unoccupied with publicity things, only being able to remember her adventurous weekend with Alex every once in awhile. It was good to stay distracted though—it allowed her to not dwell on the fact that her and Alex’s friendship was practically ruined.

“I’m clocking off for lunch!” Georgia yells out to her as she throws things into her purse. “I’ll be back in an hour! You want anything?”

Faye huffs and pulls a hand through her hair. This new band from Arizona they were thinking of signing on was being a pain in her ass. “I’m all right! Have a good lunch!” She hears her assistant reply with the same thing before she’s jogging toward the elevators. The older girl looks up at her open office door, softly sighing at the other associates running around, getting things done. Mondays were always the worst.

Minutes pass with silence ticking by, her pen scratching against cardstock and papers being shuffled about. She hated paperwork more than anything. So monotonous, so repetitive, so tedious…

“Bored yet?”

As her office door shuts, Faye’s head shoots up, her eyes widening at the sight of Alex. In his hand he was clutching a brown paper Chipotle bag and he was wearing a smirk. Her throat runs dry at the sight of his delicious frame; purple button-down shirt with the sleeves pushed to the elbows and his jeans fitting deliciously to his legs. He was wearing a black belt and nice black shoes which made her assume he just came back from something where he had to look at least a little presentable. But all she could think was: Kiss me, fuck me, push me up against that wall, take off—

“Oh, Faye,” he purrs, walking forward to drop the bag of food onto her desk. “I just got here and you’re already giving me the bedroom eyes?” He chuckles darkly before leaning forward, pressing his palms flat against the desk, to give her a kiss. She melts into it, his lips probing at hers for only a few seconds before he’s pulling away. She whimpers at the loss.

“Patience,” he chides, reaching out to push hair from her face. “And are you going to speak or have you lost all ability to communicate?”

She laughs a fluttery laugh. “Sorry. I just…I wasn’t expecting you.” When she woke up this morning the most they did was smile at each other before she had to jump in the shower to get ready for work. He was gone by the time she was drying herself off, meaning he had some band thing to do early today.

“Well, we finished early and I thought you could use something to eat,” he grins, picking up some papers on her desk. “Little Chopsticks? Is that really the name of a band?”

Faye rolls her eyes before snatching the paper back. “Don’t forget you almost named your band Playground X.”

He sticks his tongue out. “But we didn’t.”

She giggles, turning away before she could see the darkness overtaking Alex’s eyes. He looks her up and down, licking his lips at the tan legs protruding from under her black pencil skirt. Oh, when she wears pencil skirts…

“So why are you here?” she asks, spinning back around to stack her papers up neatly. He raises a brow before walking over and sitting down on the couch that was across her office. He lounges back against the cushions, placing an arm on the back of the sofa before speaking. “I can’t come visit my little Faye at work?” A noticeable shiver trails a path down her spine, which Alex saw, making him grin wide. She pretends nothing happened.

“You can,” she continues nonchalantly. “But this is a work place. We can’t do…you know.”

“I have the right to dominate you wherever I please,” he replies just as casually, examining his nails as her eyes shoot over to him so he’d appear even more casual. “You are mine, Faye.”

A thick swallow moves down her throat. “I am?”

His eyes reconnect with hers, a tricky little smile taking over his lips. Oh God, she loved when he took over her. It’s like the thrill her body took on was adrenaline times one-thousand. He points a finger towards her, crooks it, and beckons her over with that same unlit face, keeping his eyes and face dark. She gulps, getting to her feet.

“You are,” Alex finishes as she walks over to him slowly. “All mine. You agreed to being exclusive in this relationship, remember?”

She nods. She would never forget; she was in the middle of an orgasm then, after all.

Faye stops in front of him, taking deep breaths to calm her labored breathing and racing heart. He pats his lap wordlessly, her body slinking forward almost momentarily. She places a leg on either side of his body sensually, taking her time so it would give the full effect. He just watches her face, not putting his hands on her until she sank down onto his body so the notch between her legs was just over his own clothed area. Her skin bursts like little fireworks as his hands grab at her waist, her own going to his shoulders as she straddles him. Oh God, when he touches her like that…

“You are mine, right?” he asks, hovering his lips just at hers.

Oh, she wanted him to kiss her so bad. “Yes.”

“Yes?”

She takes a deep breath, knowing that they were taking giant steps with this. Leaps. Bounds. “Yes, sir.” It was shaky, but it made him smile all the same. His hands push her torso closer to his so they were touching everywhere except for above the neck.

His brown eyes were like a swirling storm cloud, black and inconsistent, like white flashes of lightning breaking through with each emotion he let peak through. His lashes clouding the color like a haze of wind, or the way his lids cover them like a blanket when he narrows them or squints. She loved his eyes, especially when he was like this. Dominant, controlling…

“Oh, little Faye,” he murmurs, running one hand up her side, past her chest, and smoothing over her shoulder until he was at her neck. “I will never tire of hearing you say that.” His fingers tighten into her hair, grabbing the long locks like they were his lifeline.

She shifts in his lap, trying to press closer closer closer. Their breaths were mixing, their lips were practically there, waiting on the edge and he wasn’t letting it happen.

“We’re getting pretty deep into this,” he tells her, obviously referring to the title she called him just seconds before.

Faye nods, her throat dry once again. “I gathered that.”

His brows scrunch, his thumb smoothing over her cheek. She closes her eyes at the small move. “Are you okay with that?” When she doesn’t answer right away, he rushes forward. “I don’t want to force you into this anymore than I already have—”

She immediately shakes her head. “You haven’t forced me into anything.” Her eyes open, the blues of her orbs shocking him to the core.

He gives a small smile, taking a deep breath. “Oh, you are perfect.”

When their lips touch then, she felt all of her mental weight lift away. All she could feel, hear, see, smell, and taste was Alex. Alex. His lips were still so soft, so firm, so urgent against hers. It’s like he was afraid he would never kiss her again, his warm mouth pressing to hers in the best way possible. She felt like they were crushed against each other, practically one sole body rather than two, and she felt like she needed to be closer still. She wasn’t close enough, wasn’t there yet. She still felt empty, still felt like something was missing. She kisses harder, more urgent, and it wasn’t going away. What was that?

But it slips away from her mind as his hands wander down, stopping at the small of her back. She moans a bit into his mouth, breaking away so their foreheads were just pressed together, giving little butterfly kisses as they both try to catch their breath.

“You’re amazing,” she gushes, kissing him again as she wraps her arms around his shoulders. God, she just realized she would be satisfied with just kissing him. His kisses were like drugs. So addictive. So dangerous.

“You’re more amazing,” he replies cheekily, grinning as they kiss again. God, why were his lips like fine wine? She couldn’t get enough of them.

Alex trails a hand farther down, moving over the swell of her ass and stopping at her thigh. Her skin was so soft from where her skirt had ridden up and he could practically see her panties. Black and inviting…

“Not here,” she stops him before he could finish a full thought. “I’m at work.” But she doesn’t stop kissing him, continuing her assault on his mouth with her own.

“Remember what I said? I can dominate you wherever I please.”

More shivers. “You’re tempting me.”

“Then give into it.”

“If we get caught, I'll get fired.”

“Shit. Well, you deserve a better job anyway.”

She gives out a small laugh, pulling away from his lips. Her own felt bruised and puffy from how long they’d been kissing; his own a little red from her extensive attack on them. “Mm, I love your lips like that,” he remarks, reaching up to brush a thumb over the two dark pink plumps. “All used and with my mark on them.”

She grabs hold of his thumb with her teeth, sucking the digit into her mouth. His eyes go wide, the orbs blowing wide and pupils dilating. “You’re the one tempting me now, Faye,” he growls as she gently indents her teeth into the pad of his finger. “Don’t test me—I can become something you don’t want me to be.”

Eyes narrow as she pulls back. “What do I not want you to be?”

His other hand moves swiftly up her skirt, cupping her moist center as he presses their lips together again in a dizzying manner. “I can be a lot more dominant, but I refuse to explore that part of me. And you are close to treading in those waters.”

“Maybe I want to dive in.”

He sucks in a breath as his fingers move gently against her covered pussy, her mouth emitting a loud moan. He growls again, this time deep, low in his throat so it practically started in his chest. Her hips rut against his hand as he grabs at her bottom lip with his teeth. Just as their eyes lock to seal the deal, a loud knock reverberates around Faye’s office. Both pull back and look towards her door.

“Faye?” Georgia yells. “I forgot my wallet in your office. Is it in there?”

Said girl mumbles a curse word, moving off of Alex’s hand and lap, his lips frowning as she goes over to her desk. “One second!” she calls out, her breathing still labored as she searches around the glass surface for the wallet.

She finds it moments later, straightening out her skirt and hair as she walks to the office door. She unlocks it, not even realizing it had been in the first place, and opening the door. Georgia was standing there, looking concerned. “Here you go,” Faye smiles, holding out the wallet in the sliver of space she had when opening the door.

“Why is your door locked?” her assistant asks with a worried tone.

“I was taking a nap,” she whispers. “Don’t tell management.”

Georgia nods, still skeptical, before backing away. Faye watches her leave before releasing a relieved breath and shutting the door. She spins around once it was closed, grinning at the sight of a mussed up Alex: his hair in disarray and his eyes dark and his face flushed. What a gorgeous sight.

“May I finish now?” he asks with a fake haughty tone.

She grins, putting her arms out in a welcoming gesture. “I’m all yours.”

He grins wide, standing up to rush over to her. “That you are.”

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