P.S. You’re Intolerable: Chapter 26
P.S. You’re Intolerable (The Harder They Fall)
ELLIOT LEFT BEFORE JOEY and I got out of bed, whispering goodbye to me and pecking my cheek. He had his routine, meeting Weston and Luca at the gym most mornings and rarely deviated from it. It was something I admired about him, along with his magic dick and incomparable mouth skills.
I learned something else about Elliot last night: he cuddled. He fell asleep beside me, but as soon as heâd passed out, heâd thrown his arm around me and pulled me close. I hadnât thought Iâd be able to sleep like that, but the next thing I knew, it was morning, and I wasnât a walking zombie yet again.
So, when I passed Joey-Girl to Freddie and ventured into the kitchen to make breakfast, I was in a pretty great mood. Seeing the note waiting for me on the counter made it even better.
Catherine,
Weâre having lunch together today. Write it on my schedule. If I have an appointment, reschedule it. In fact, reschedule all my lunch appointments from now on.
Please.
Thereâs an iced coffee waiting for you in the refrigerator.
Yours,
Elliot
P.S. You are a hardcore cuddler. No sense of personal space at all. I liked it.
Laughing, I tucked his note away with the others. If that was the narrative he was going with, Iâd let him. I knew the truth. Elliot Levy was the cuddler. That was going in todayâs postscript.
Elliot took me to lunch. I hadnât allowed him to reschedule all of his lunchtime appointmentsâmostly because it would have been me doing all the legworkâbut now, I was questioning myself. Sharing a baby-free meal with him had been nice. Really nice. And now we were walking back to the office together.
And he was holding my hand.
I wiggled my fingers between his. âWe should really stop this.â
He clamped down on my hand. âWhy would we do that?â
âBecause weâre almost back to the office and might see people we know.â
âAnd?â
I huffed. âAndâ¦there will be questions.â
âAre you worried you wonât have answers?â
I wiggled my fingers again. âIâm not worried, but I am private.â
âHmmm. All right. We donât have to hold hands.â He dropped my hand only to wind his arm around my waist. âBetter?â
âYes. That made a huge difference.â Laughing, I shoved him, but there was no strength behind it. âYou need to not be touching me. I have to get back in work mode.â
He sighed heavily, letting go. âAm I allowed to walk beside you? Or will people think we know each other?â
âActually, now that you mention it, if you could just walk a few paces aheadâ¦â
Grumbling, he shot me a grumpy glare, and I giggled.
I was still laughing when a man stepped into our path. âWhere do you get off, Levy?â
Before I could process what was happening, Elliotâs arm shot out, shuffling me behind him. He didnât cut off my line of sight, though. I took in the angry man whoâd obviously been waiting outside the building for us. Gavin looked nothing like the jokey, carefree man Iâd met on the Rockford rooftop. Beads of sweat dotted his mottled red forehead, and his tie was crooked around his bobbing throat.
âIf you need to speak to me, make an appointment,â Elliot stated without emotion.
Gavin must have been working himself up to a lather while heâd been waiting for us, so Elliotâs careless dismissal incensed him. He tossed his arms out, his face darkening to near maroon.
âYou canceled my fucking lease, Levy! Where the hell do you get off?â Gavin loaded a hundred tons of anger into his accusation while keeping his voice low.
âThis is something my lawyers should have explained. Accosting me on the street wonât get you anywhere.â Elliot folded his arms, visibly unruffled by this confrontation.
âYou canât just do that. I spent months finding that office space, and you decided I have to start all over because I flirted with your secretary? What kind of man are you? What kind of business are you running?â
Gavin paced in front of us, anger radiating off his vibrating limbs. His eyes met mine, and he stopped moving, looking at me like I was a lifeline.
âDid he tell you he did this? Canât you talk some sense into him?â
I shook my head. âIâm sorry, Iââ
Elliot held up his hand. âYou have nothing to be sorry for, Catherine. Gavin chose to trespass in my building and sexually harass my employee. In the initial leasing agreement you signed, there was clear language that stated violation of the rules of Levy Development would immediately nullify your contract. Your lawyer should be able to explain that to you. It isnât my job.â He straightened his tie, cool and collected.
Gavinâs wild eyes bounced from me to Elliot and back again. âOh, I get it.â He huffed a laugh like he was about to pull one over on Elliot. âYouâre into your secretary and pissed she was responding to me. If you hadnât interrupted, I would have had her number. One date, I would have had her on her back. You didnât like that, did you? The thing is, it isnât my fault sheâs more into me than you.â
Elliot scoffed. âYou really have no idea what youâre talking about. I suggest you walk away.â
Gavin focused on me again. âYou know how fucked up it is to get involved with him? When heâs finished with you, youâll be out on the street just like Donald Rockford. Hope you have a backup plan, kitten.â
Elliotâs chin lowered, and he took two steps forward, looming over Gavin, whose anger had made him foolishly brave.
âYouâre a child playing adult games. If youâd taken the time to think about your actions, you would have recognized Rockford isnât the only building in Denver I have a stake in. I would have let your disrespect of me and my employee go at canceling your lease, but this behavior wonât stand. Good luck finding office space within fifty miles of the city.â
Gavin sputtered, his eyes growing alarmingly wide. âWait. That isnâtâ Iââ
Elliot grabbed my hand, pulling me right past Gavin, who couldnât seem to get a full sentence out. I would have felt sorry for him if he hadnât made the comment about getting me on my back. That guy really was an overgrown frat boy.
Once in the LD lobby, Elliot spoke to the security guards, making them aware of the man spiraling outside on the sidewalk, then he bundled me into the executive elevator and crowded me into the corner.
Bracing his hands on the wall beside my head, he swept his gaze over me. âAre you all right?â
I nodded. âIâm fine.â
I truly was. For a split second, Iâd been afraid of what Gavin might do, but with Elliotâs immediate and unwavering protection, I knew I was safe.
âIâm sorry you had to see and listen to that.â
âWell, Iâm sorry you had to deal with it. That guy was a true asshole.â
He paused, frowning at me. âYouâre not angry I canceled his lease?â
âWhy would I be?â
âHe wasnât wrong, Catherine.â He reached around the back of my head and pulled the end of my ponytail over my shoulder, wrapping a chunk of it around his fingers. âI did have his lease canceled because he flirted with you. He now has no excuse to be near you ever again.â
I should have been incensed or offended, at the very least. So why did my heart go pitter-patter and my underwear get wet?
I wrapped his tie around my hand the same way he did my hair. âThatâs sweet.â
He reared back, giving me that dubious brow. âYouâre not being sarcastic.â
I shook my head. âNo, Iâm not. But I think I should say you canât ruin every man who looks at me.â
His brows dropped like an anvil, and he took my face in both hands. âI can, sweetheart. Never doubt that.â
I rolled my eyes, but I couldnât stop a grin from spreading. âI meant you shouldnât. Obviously you can.â
His mouth twitched with amusement, which made me sigh in relief. I liked that I was able to draw him out of that moment of intensity. Elliot was one of the most powerful men in Denver, and being able to shift his mood felt a little like my own superpower.
Three days later, Elliot approached my desk after a meeting with LDâs chief lawyer.
âMy office.â He held out his hand for me to take. This wasnât on his calendar, but heâd become more flexible with his schedule latelyâat least when it came to making time for me.
Once in his office, he shut the door and pulled me around to his side of his desk. He sat and patted his legs.
âSit, please.â
I frowned. âOn your lap?â
âYes. I have something for you to read and sign. Itâll be easier if youâre sitting.â
âIn your lapâ¦at work?â
âYes.â
He looked at me like this wasnât unusual, but it was to me. We may have slept together and were more than just boss and employee, but crossing the line at the office was a step we hadnât taken yet.
And Elliot nonchalantly expected it to happen.
Tired of waiting for me to move, he snagged me around my middle and yanked me into his lap. I flailed around, unused to sitting on any man, let alone Elliot. But his hold was sturdy, and he didnât so much as grunt when he took all of my not-so-inconsiderable weight. In fact, the sound he made was almost a purr, and his nose immediately went to the crook at my shoulder, inhaling my scent.
I let myself relax against him, just for a moment.
âThereâs something for me to read?â
He nodded, his nose sliding along my neck. âOn my desk. Read and sign. Iâve signed my parts already.â
âYour parts?â
âJust read it, Catherine. Save your questions for the end.â
I picked up the papers, zeroing in on the bolded words at the top:
Transfer of Shares
What the hell?
I read on through a lot of legal terms I only vaguely understood. What I did comprehend was this was a contract, and my name was all over it, along with Elliotâs. It was only when I got to the end it finally dawned on me what it was.
Elliot was trying to transfer one percent of his shares of the Rockford building to me, which was worth seven figures.
âNo.â I put the papers down on the desk and turned to face him. âNo, Elliot. Why would you want to do this?â
He remained relaxed despite my emphatic refusal. âGavin is an idiot and said many stupid things during his little meltdown on the sidewalk on Monday, but he was right about one thing: we have a massive power imbalance. If I chose to, I could leave you with nothing.â
I swallowed hard. âYou could, but I donât think you would do that.â
He tapped my lips with his fingertip. âBut you donât know for sure, and I donât want that thought hanging over either of our heads. Once you sign the transfer, youâll have enough money to walk away from me and this job if you want to.â
âElliotââ I sighed, unsure of what to say. How could I possibly accept this? Heâd lost his mind. âThis is far too much.â
âItâs one percent of one of my buildings, sweetheart. It isnât too much. And this is as much for me as it is for you.â
âHow can that be?â
âIf you have âfuck youâ money, I wonât have to wonder why youâre with me. Our playing field will be as even as I think youâll allow me to make it. Iâve thought about it, and I believe this is the only way for us both to feel comfortable going forward.â He took my cheek in his palm, locking my gaze with his. âAnd Catherine, I want to go forward with you, however that looks.â
I rolled my lips over my teeth, considering what he was saying. Elliot knew how to sell things. It was his job to know his audience. If heâd tried to frame it as something just for me, it would have been easier to say no. But since it was for him too, I was wavering.
âItâs too much,â I whispered.
âIt isnât. That shouldnât be a reason for you to hesitate.â
âWhat would you do in my position?â
âIâd take it.â No hesitation at all.
âThat simple?â
âIt is. I want you, and Iâll remove every obstacle that might be in the way of us making it.â He stroked my chin with his thumb, and I found myself softening, inside and out. âThis isnât a manipulation tactic. There are no strings. Iâm giving you something free and clear. This contract doesnât tie you to me. You arenât indebted to me. I hold no power over you, and youâll be with me solely because you donât want to be with anyone but me.â
For the first time since weâd entered his office, Elliotâs smooth facade broke, and between the cracks, his vulnerability showed through. I couldnât say I knew what it was like to date as a wealthy man, but I could imagine. Trust was probably next to impossible to come by, always wondering about the other personâs motives. I knew Iâd ended up in Elliotâs bed because of my growing feelings for him, and those feelings wouldnât have changed if he was as broke as I was. He probably knew that too, but I didnât doubt heâd sometimes question it.
âMistrust is no place to begin a relationship,â I started.
His nostrils flared. âI do trust you. I explained my reasoning.â
âAnd I trust you.â Leaning forward, I picked up the pen heâd laid beside the papers. âIâm going to sign so we can move on from this without any questions in front of us. Whatever happens, itâs because we both want it.â
He was silent while I went through the contract, initialing and signing beside his own signature. When I was finished, I tossed the pen down and swiveled around in his lap, putting us nose to nose.
âThere,â I whispered.
In one moment, a pin could have been heard dropping. In the next, Elliot let loose a possessive growl.
Then he was on me.
Lips, hands, everywhere.
Elliot was an animal unleashed, taking what he wanted without asking. He didnât need to since I wanted him just as bad.
My mouth was bitten and tingling from his ravenous kisses. My panties were discarded in a heap with my skirt and my resolve to remain professional at the office.
He bent me over his desk, my legs spread wide and sucked on my clit like he was trying to reach my soul.
My fist was in my mouth, doing my best to keep my moans muffled. Though I hoped his office was soundproofed because I was doing a terrible job.
âPlease, please,â I breathed into my fist. âI need, Iââ
He slipped two fingers inside me, finding my G-spot like he possessed an internal map of my body. My legs started to shake, and my belly flooded with heat.
âElliotâ¦oh god, Iâm going to come.â
His tongue flattened against my clit, flicking and pressing until I forgot where we were and that I was supposed to be quiet. I ground my ass and pussy into his mouth, clawing at the desk in front of me.
Fingers digging into my hips, Elliot anchored himself to me, giving my sensitive lips long, licking kisses until I couldnât take another second of it.
And neither could he.
He rose behind me, the sound of his zipper exciting a spark inside me. One arm wrapped around my shoulders to cup my throat, he bent over me, his face coming down beside mine. At the same time, the wide head of his cock prodded my entrance until he was perfectly aligned.
My pleasure had slickened my walls and inner thighs. Elliot slammed into me in one powerful thrust, and I took him. Not easily. He was too thick and long for it to be easy to get used to his invasion, but there was no pain.
âJesus, sweetheart. Your pussy is so damn wet for me.â His mouth latched on to my shoulder as he drove into me in short, hard pumps.
âYou did that to me.â I turned my head to the side, rubbing my cheek on his hair. âYou make me so hot.â
âLike that.â He nipped my ear then sucked the edge of my lobe between his lips. âLike when you tell me how good I make you feel.â
âIâll have to tell you later. I canât think straight anymore.â
With a grunt, his weight lifted off my back, and his hold on my hips tightened. âI canât go easy on you.â
âDonât try.â Arching my spine, I offered myself to him. âTake me like you want to.â
Elliot was a man possessed, fucking me dirty and hard until my hip bones dug into the edge of the desk and the sound of his skin slapping against mine filled the room. He grunted my name over and over, sliding his hand around the curves of my waist and ass.
âNeed you, baby. Canât get enough.â Trailing his hand to my upper thigh, he lifted it up so my knee rested on the desk. I was splayed wide for him, and if I had been given a chance to consider how I must have looked, I might have been self-conscious. But Elliot gave me no room to breathe, much less worry about my lumps and bumps. Besides, this man was on fire for me. Clearly, he had no problem with how I looked.
He reached between my legs to circle my clit, and I vibrated, my limbs weak but taut. If not for the desk and the man sandwiching me between them, I would have melted onto the ground. But Elliot had me, and I didnât fear he would let me go.
I came with sudden, wild intensity, clenching around Elliotâs thick length, drawing him to the deepest part of me. He groaned with me, keeping his steady rhythm, riding me through my climax. Black spots danced behind my lids. I bit down on my forearm to attempt to muffle myself again. I couldnât keep my voice down, and I didnât want to try.
âYes, sweetheart. Thatâs so beautiful.â Elliot spread my cheeks with his thumbs, muttering curses under his breath. âSeeing you gripping my cock. Trying to milk me. You want me to fill you up? Get you messy?â
âYes,â I panted. âPlease, please, please.â
âOh yes, you like that. I feel you.â He powered into me, holding me wide open. I felt his eyes on me, watching himself fuck me. I was dizzy from it, from him, and he kept going, pounding frantically.
âOh god, oh god, Catherine.â His mouth clamped my shoulder, wet and warm. He sucked and bit, and I turned my head toward him, rubbing myself on all the parts I could reach.
With a final, guttural grunt, he let himself go inside me. My inner walls warmed with his spilled pleasure, and his clothed body draped over my back heated the rest of me.
âYes, yes.â He rubbed his forehead on my shoulder, then drew back, bringing me with him until we were sitting in his chair, his cock still wedged deep inside me.
He chuckled and picked up my arm, which fell down when he let it go. âYouâre floppy.â
Laughing, I nuzzled his throat. âSomehow, Iâm expected to go back to work now.â
He held up his watch to check the time. âWe have a meeting in thirty minutes.â
âNo,â I groaned, squeezing my eyes shut. âIâm ready for a nap.â
He patted my hip. âI have immense faith in your ability to pull yourself together.â
âElliot,â I sighed. âWe really shouldnât do this here again.â
âHmmm.â He moved my hair to the side to kiss the hinge of my jaw. âDo you know how many times Iâve thought about what it would be like to do exactly what we just did? Every time you sat across from me, unflappable and perfect, I imagined you mussed up and wild.â
My inner walls fluttered around his half-hard cock. He took me by the hips and ground me down on him until we were both panting all over again.
âWe canât.â I tapped his watch. âYour meeting.â
âIf you want me to make it to my meeting, donât do tricks with your pussy.â
I pried one of his fingers off me. âYou could let me up.â
âIn due time.â He wrapped his arms around me, resting his hand possessively on my stomach. âIâve been waiting for this, so Iâm going to savor it, especially if you wonât let me have it again.â
I slid my hand over his, slotting our fingers together, and accepted the truth. Elliot Levy really liked me, and he wasnât afraid to show it now that it was out in the open. This feeling of being wanted and adored, something I hadnât had much of in my life, would be what I would savor.
âMaybe it could happen again.â I kissed the underside of his jaw. âOnce or twice more.â