TAILSPIN by Jaimie Roberts
Isn’t a chance at love always worth the risk?
A week later, I’m getting back into work. Devon has been extremely busy with the Sutherland deal, so I’ve been trying to take as much of the load off as possible. I’m happy, though. Apart from missing my brother terribly, I’m happier than ever.
And I owe it all to Devon.
He’s been nothing but sweet to me this past week. We’re virtually spending every day and night together. I can’t even remember the last time I slept in my own bed. I miss Ritchie, but we talk to each other on the phone every day. I believe he and Monique have been using my absence to their advantage.
Devon and Trent Bakers, the Chief Operations Officer and someone we don’t see often because he runs the offices near Gatwick, are in his office. While they’re busy, I’m going through a load of emails when the phone rings.
“Worldwide Airways, this is Andi Bellingham. How may I help you?”
“Andi, it’s so nice to hear your voice again.”
I smile brightly. “Aaron, how are you? It’s lovely to hear your voice, too.”
“I’m good. Thanks. How’s London life now that you’re back from New York?”
I laugh. “It’s been okay. Jet-lag has kicked my arse, though. It’s been a lot harder to get back into the swing of things than it ever was in New York.”
“Unfortunately, it normally works that way.”
“How’s Joanne?” I hadn’t heard from her in a couple days. She did tell me she touched base with Charlie last week and they’ve been talking whenever they can. I’m glad he has someone other than family to talk to.
“She’s doing really well. She told me how much she likes you.”
I smile at that. “I really like her, too.”
“Listen, I’ve been thinking. I know I mentioned a visit to London. I actually talked with Joanne about it yesterday. We won’t be able to come right away, but we’re hoping maybe September. Would this be good for you? That’s one of the reasons I’m calling. To speak with Devon about it.”
I quickly get out Devon’s diary and start looking. “Personally, I’d love it,” I say, flicking through the pages. “Let’s see.” I go down the dates. “He’s in Belgium the first few days of September, and in Switzerland toward the end. Apart from that, he looks free.”
“Great. We’ll look at around the middle then. Is he free to speak?”
“He’s with our COO at the moment, but I can tell him to call you back as soon as he’s free.” As I say this, one of Devon’s conquests, Amber, enters the office.
“Okay. Thank you. That would be good. I need to be in a meeting in an hour, so it would be great if he can ring before then.”
“I’ll let him know.”
“Thanks, Andi. Great talking to you. I’ll let you know when arrangements are made for our trip.”
Despite being pissed off Amber’s here, I smile. “I’ll look forward to it.”
When I hang up, Amber approaches my desk, resting her extra-long fingernails on it. She makes a perusal of me with her cat-like eyes before meeting my gaze. “You look … different.”
I’m not sure whether that’s supposed to be a compliment or not, so I choose to ignore it. “Can I help you?”
“I’m here to see Devon.”
“He’s with the COO at the moment, so I’m afraid you can’t go in.”
I’m about to ask if I can leave him a message when she replies, “I’ll wait.” She immediately turns and takes a seat, crossing her long legs. I’m annoyed, but try not to let it show as I get back to work.
“Aren’t you going to offer me a coffee or something?”
Gritting my teeth, I look up. “Can I get you something to drink?”
She smiles triumphantly. “No, thanks. As you can imagine, I’m not here to drink.”
Bitch!
Devon’s door opens. “Thank you for coming to see me again on such short notice, Trent.”
They shake hands. “No problem at all, Devon. It was my pleasure.” He turns, nodding to me before spotting Amber. Once he looks her up and down, he turns back to Devon and winks at him. Devon looks at me, but I don’t feel like waiting around to see what he does next. Grabbing my coffee mug, I say goodbye to Trent and walk out of the office.
Once in the kitchen, I put the kettle on and start getting my coffee ready. I stand in a daze, trying to think about anything other than what’s possibly happening in Devon’s office. I would love to think they’re not doing anything. He’s supposed to be with me. It still pisses me off, though. Why hasn’t he told everybody that we’re together? We’ve already had this conversation about him entertaining his floozy’s in the office. If I hear her in his office when I get back, I’m gone. I’m not putting up with that shit anymore.
As the kettle clicks, I’m just about to pick it up and pour the boiling water into my cup when I hear, “Aren’t you going to make me one, too?” I turn, finding Devon standing in the doorway, a smirk on his face.
“It depends,” I answer, pouring the water in and stirring, not looking at him.
“On what?”
“On what you did with Amber.”
He doesn’t answer. Instead, I feel a set of arms wrap around me from behind. When I feel his body press against my back, I try not to let it affect me.
He snuggles his nose into the base of my neck before kissing me. “Nothing happened. Nothing will ever happen as long as you’re in my life. I told her to go, that I was in a relationship and that I’m happy.” He kisses my neck again, his dick hardening. “Extremely happy.”
Closing my eyes, I smile, caressing the arm wrapped around my waist. “Is that so?”
“Can’t you feel just how fucking happy?” he growls into my ear.
Despite his playfulness, I have to know. “But why was she here in the first place?”
He squeezes me tighter. “I understand how you must feel. I would have been ten times worse than you if it had been the other way around.” I chuckle and he nudges me. “Hey, there’s no need to agree with me.” He swiftly kisses the side of my neck. “Would you believe me if I said I was so wrapped up in us that I had no time to think about anyone else?”
I smirk. “I suppose we have been a little busy lately.”
“Mmm, we certainly have,” he muses, inhaling my neck. “I promise you one thing, though. I will make sure that never happens again. I’m sorry you had to go through that. And I’m also sorry for all the times I’ve made you go through it in the past.”
I rub his hand comfortingly. “I think I can forgive you.”
He starts nibbling my neck, causing me to giggle.
“Oh shit! I’m sorry,” a voice says from the doorway. We both turn, but Devon doesn’t move away from me.
“That’s okay, Mandy. Andi was just making me a coffee.” He looks down at me. “Weren’t you, Andi?”
“Yes, boss.”
Smirking, he lets go. “I’ll be in my office when you’re ready.” He strolls out, as if nothing happened.
The moment he’s gone, Mandy steps in, a look of absolute excitement on her face. “When did this happen?”
Grabbing Devon’s coffee mug, I smile as I put some granules in and stir. “In New York.”
“New York!” she screeches. “That was, like, two weeks ago. How come I’m only finding out now?”
I shrug. “I wasn’t sure where it was going. It’s all new and—”
“Is he good in bed?”
“Mandy!”
“Has he got a big dick? I’ve always imagined he was nine inches or something.” She looks me up and down. “Hold on. Walk for me.”
“What in the hell—”
“Go on,” she says, shoving me. “Walk from one end of the kitchen to the other.”
I pull my arm away, smirking. “I’m not walking from one end of the room to the other. I’m not some circus act here for your entertainment.” I pour milk and two sugars into Devon’s cup before stirring.
“Come on, Andi.
I pick up the two mugs and start walking. She follows. “That’s because it’s personal.”
She practically runs to keep up with me as I head back to my office. “Oh, come on. We’re friends. You’ve got to give me something.”
Finally, I think of something to say. “He’s actually very sweet.” I start walking again, knowing Mandy’s going to be pissed.
“You and I both know that’s not what I’m after. I bet he’s not sweet in bed. Come on. Give me something. Does he like tying you up?”
Once I’m in my office, I set my coffee mug down and turn to Mandy. “I’m not getting into this with you.”
She lets out an exasperated breath. “I thought you were better than this.”
I gasp. “Mandy, you little shit.” I start laughing, making her smile.
“Oh, come on.” She pulls at my sleeve like a little kid wanting attention.
“No.”
Squinting, she places her thumb and forefinger about an inch apart. “Just a teeny-tiny something then?” I shake my head.
She’s about to say something else when Devon’s door opens and he emerges. “There you are. I was wondering what was taking you so long.” He smirks, obviously knowing what’s going on.
“I’ve got your coffee right here. Mandy was just asking some questions.”
He raises an eyebrow at her. “Really? What do you want to know?”
“Nothing,” she replies hastily, then storms out of the office.
Handing Devon his coffee, I laugh. “Thank you for that.”
“You’re welcome.” He takes the mug from me, then leans toward me. “I have to make a phone call, but meet me in the boardroom in fifteen minutes. I have some pressing things I need to discuss with you.”
“Okay,” I say, flustered, then remember. “Oh, Aaron called. He wants to speak with you.”
He looks down at my lips for a moment before glancing back up with hooded eyes. “Okay. I’ll call him. She you in fifteen.” He pulls away, smiling as he shuts the door. Meanwhile, I’m left feeling completely wanton and breathless. I’m going to need those fifteen minutes just to calm down.
I blow out a breath and walk around my desk to sit down. I remain there for around ten minutes, finishing my coffee and sending a few emails. Once finished, I grab my pen and notepad and head to the main boardroom to wait for Devon. I’m there for another three minutes or so before he walks in. Upon shutting the door and locking it, he glances down at my seated position, my legs crossed, a pen and paper at the ready. I push my glasses back up and watch him walk toward me slowly. He looks so magnificent with his crisp grey suit, white shirt, and black tie. I could just imagine grabbing that tie with my teeth as I pull him toward me.
Trying to pull myself together, I say, “You had some things you wanted to discuss.”
He positions himself in front of me and glances down. “Yes. Stand up.”
“Excuse me?”
He narrows his eyes. “Stand up. Now.” Placing my notebook and pen down, I stand up in front of him. “Turn around and face the desk.”
“What are you—”
Leaning forward, he whispers, “Turn the fuck around and face the desk. Don’t make me ask you again.”
My breath hitching and my heart hammering, I turn to face the desk. My knickers already feel wet and he hasn’t even touched me yet. Is he going to touch me?
“Hands flat on the desk in front of you.” I do as I’m told and feel him lean over me. “Good girl.” He places a hand on my calf and slides it up my leg. I close my eyes, swallowing hard. “Do you realise I’ve been dreaming of doing this to you since the day you fucking started here?” As his fingers lightly dance up my thigh and in between my legs, I moan. Once he rubs against my knickers, he hisses. “Fuck, you’re wet already.”
Feeling like I can’t take anymore, I try to turn, but he grabs my arms, holding them in place on the desk. He leans close to my ear, his hot breath fanning against it. “I call the fucking shots in the boardroom. Remember?”
I close my eyes again, my breath becoming ragged. Once he knows I won’t move, he relinquishes his hold on me and starts kissing my neck. He moves my hair out of the way before grabbing a handful. He yanks my head back, making me moan.
“You are the sexiest thing alive, do you know that? The way you look, the way you feel, the way you make those sweet little noises when I touch you. But, above all else, you know what makes me come undone?”
“No,” I manage to croak out.
“The way you scream my name when you shudder in my arms. Witnessing you come is the best fucking sight in the world. The thought of it alone is what gets me up in the mornings. In more ways than one.”
I smile. He lets go of my hair and runs his hands around my breasts through my blouse. As I push my arse back, I feel how hard he is, making me yearn for more.
“So fucking eager, aren’t we?”
“Devon, please,” I beg, feeling him pinch my nipples. He’s slowly driving me insane.
He doesn’t answer. Instead, he travels his hands down to my skirt and starts pulling it up. Once it’s positioned around my waist, he pulls my knickers down and cups my pussy. “Mine,” he growls, squeezing. I place my head back against his chest, moaning. “All. Fucking. Mine.” He slides one finger down, brushing it against my clit as he reaches my entrance. I moan again as he pushes it inside and starts moving in and out. We’re a host of sounds rhythmically bouncing back and forth between us as he squeezes one of my breasts with one hand and fucks me with the other.
“Devon,” I whisper, closing my eyes, knowing that I’m close.
“Not yet. Not until my cock is buried inside that sweet little cunt of yours.” I feel both hands pull away as he frantically undoes his trousers. When I hear the zipper, the fires start raging in my body. Once ready, he leans in. “Hold on tight, baby. I’m about to give you the ride of your life.”
I smile, but it soon disappears when he enters me. We cry out together and Devon stills, allowing us both to adjust. It’s not long before he grabs my hips and starts thrusting. With a steady rhythm, he leans forward, grabbing my hair and forcing my head to the side. Moaning, he delves his tongue into my mouth. I want to keep him there, but I know I’m already losing control, so I break away.
“Fuck!” I whisper feeling goosebumps rise with every thrust.
“That’s right, baby. Give it to me. Fucking give all of it to me.” He lets go of my hair and starts rubbing my clit with his fingers. It’s like a detonation switch as I blow, calling out his name as I come undone.
“Shit, Andi!” Devon bellows, digging his fingernails into my hips as he thrusts forward. “Fuck!” he roars, releasing himself into me. Breathlessly, he leans his head on my back. “Jesus, Andi. You’re going to kill me at this rate.”
I can’t help but smile. “Who else could give me such fantastic orgasms?”
Gripping me tight, he answers, “Nobody.”
I laugh. “You’re so possessive.”
Smacking my arse, he pulls out of me. “Only when it comes to you.” He helps pull my knickers back up before smoothing down my skirt. “I believe that ends our meeting for today. However, keep walking around like that and I may need to schedule several more before the week ends.”
I smirk. “My boss certainly likes to work me into the ground.”
Turning me around to face him, he flicks my hair. “That can also be arranged.”
I lean forward, lightly pressing my lips to his. “Promises, promises.”
Growling, he kisses me back before finally pulling away. “Come on. As much as I would love to stay in here all day grinding you into the floor, we have work to do.”
I laugh. “Okay, but would boss permit me a small bathroom break? He’s made an awful mess and I have to clean myself up.”
He grips one of the office chairs. “Yes, but don’t clean yourself up too much. I like the thought of my come inside you. Fucking turns me on
“Caveman.”
He quirks an eyebrow. “Seductress.” He strolls toward the door and opens it. “See you back in the office,” he says before walking through and disappearing. He then pops his head in briefly. “Don’t be too long.” He disappears again, leaving me laughing.
It’s then I realise, through my euphoric state of orgasm, just how happy I really am.
Toward the end of July, we’re as busy at work as ever. Devon’s constantly at work, so when he’s at the office and doesn’t need me, I spend my time watching TV at his place, waiting for his return. I’m in the middle of watching an episode of Grey’s Anatomy when Devon’s doorbell rings. I frown, looking at the time. Past nine. It can’t be Devon, so I have no idea who it could be. In all the times I’ve stayed here, the only person who’s been by is the cleaner.
Getting my phone out, I quickly send a text to Devon.
Someone’s at your door.
I get up to answer when my phone immediately rings. Before I can even say hello, Devon says, “Don’t fucking answer it.”
“I’m just going to have a look and see who it is. It might be someone important.”
“It’s nobody,” he says angrily. “Just do as you’re told, Andi. Please, don’t answer it.”
I don’t listen to him. He’s being unreasonable. Unless I let whomever it is in, I’m safe up here. I press the button. “Hello?” Devon’s screen immediately lights up, showing me who’s standing outside.
“Andi, I fucking told you… Who is it?”
A man with blond, unkempt hair and a beard is standing there looking very anxious. “Who is this?” he asks.
“I’m Andi. Who are you?”
“Pete, Devon’s brother.”
Devon immediately shouts, “Fuck. Andi! Don’t let him in. I’m coming over. Tell him I’m coming over.” I hear the line go dead.
“Devon’s not here at the moment. He says he’s coming over now, though.”
I watch as he scratches his head and shifts his weight from foot to foot before looking back at the screen. “Okay. Can I come in and wait?”