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  Jill didn’t seem to have to say a word to Chris to let him know she wanted him to dominate her. His face twisted into a hungry snarl as he sucked on one of her nipples while gently tugging the other. Chris’s free hand traveled up her skirt and roughly pulled down her moist panties, all the while leaving a trail of heat with his warm, calloused hand. He shoved his index and middle fingers inside her hard, but Jill loved every second of it. Chris slowly worked his fingers inside Jill, making her want to scream out. All the while, he never took his attention away from her perky, shivering breasts. She ran her fingers through his hair as he moaned against her breasts.

  Jill couldn’t stand it anymore—she needed his big cock inside her. Her hands flew from Chris’s hair to his belt buckle, which she undid in a matter of seconds. She plunged her hands into his pants and freed his throbbing cock.

  “Oh fuck… oh fuck you’re so fucking hot.” Chris moaned as Jill’s fingers wrapped around his cock. He began to kiss her again as he entered her. Jill squealed in pain as he slowly made his way into her, but his thrusts were so deep that she got used to how big he was quickly. Chris moaned like an animal into Jill’s ear as she scratched his back and moved her hips in perfect sync with his.

  “You’re pussy feels fucking perfect,” Chris said hungrily. He took the hand he’d used to play with Jill and licked the two fingers that had been inside her. Jill moaned so loud she was sure someone was going to come in the office any second. She didn’t care—all that mattered to her in the moment was the perfect cock rubbing all the right parts of her. Jill grinded on Chris even faster as she glanced at her door. For some reason, the thought of someone—even Mac—opening the door and seeing Chris’s muscular ass thrusting deeply inside her was turning Jill on. She wondered if Chris was thinking the same thing as she felt her pussy tighten around Chris’s cock. Chris groaned loudly as he thrust harder and deeper into Jill until finally, they came together.

  “Oh my god… that was amazing.” Jill scooched from under Chris and ran to lock her office door.

  “Wow—you’re beautiful. And I think it’s a little late to lock the door.” Chris smirked as he pulled his pants back on. He picked up Jill’s skirt and handed it to her.

  “Ha… and thank you. You’re kinda beautiful yourself.”

  Chris pretended to fan himself as he batted his eyes at Jill. “Am I beautiful enough to accompany you to the boy wonder’s wedding?”

  Jill stopped putting her skirt on mid-pull. “Wait, you actually want to go to that thing? With me? Really?”

  Chris looked confused. “Is there something I’m missing? Is this the first time you’ve been asked out?”

  Jill laughed. “Sorry, it’s just that weddings are such a pain in the ass—I figured I would have to go to this alone or bail. But the short answer is yes, Miss Scarlet, I would love to accompany you to the ball.”

  Chris curtsied and bowed his head. “I’ll be sure to keep my dance card clear for you.”

  Jill giggled. “Okay, it’s in a couple weeks and I don’t know where…”

  “Oh I got my own invite.” Chris produced an invitation from his jacket pocket. “He gave it to me this morning. Is he just handing them out to anybody?”

  “That rat bastard!” Jill grabbed Chris’s invitation. “He wasn’t gonna let me bring a guest but he invited you? You met him yesterday! And you didn’t even get along.”

  “It’s bullshit, right?” Chris turned the invitation over in his hands. “That’s why I want to go—see what kind of spectacle the very rich and very stupid put on. Plus it’s a night away from studying.”

  Jill tilted her head. “Fair enough.” She finished getting dressed and sat back down at her desk. “But what about Serena?”

  “My mom has been all over me to let Serena spend the night once in a while at their house.” Chris finished buttoning his shirt. “So it all kind of works out, doesn’t it?”

  Jill nodded. “Speaking of work—break time is over, Mr. Johnson.” She grinned at Chris, who sat back down on the couch.

  “Oh baby, you know how I love that talk.” He balled up a piece of paper and threw it at Jill, who caught it one-handed before nailing him in the chest with it.

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  “I can’t believe this idiot wedding is in the stupid botanical gardens.”

  Jill sat pouting next to Chris as he scooted her Honda through barely moving traffic.

  “We should be there in about five hours.” Chris smiled at Jill. “Come on, it’s gonna be okay. We’re only about ten minutes away.”

  “I really wish we could have stayed home.” Jill leaned over and whispered in Chris’s ear, “So I could have sucked that hard cock of yours all afternoon.” She let her hand fall on top of Chris’s already growing erection and began to rub until Chris moaned.

  “Oh fuck…” He took one hand off the wheel and let it shoot up her dress, where he began to play with her pussy… until it was dripping.

  “Fuck—we’re here,” Chris said, hoarsely. Somehow, they’d ended up right in front of the botanical gardens, and a valet was rushing over to park Jill’s Honda.

  After they’d straightened up and handed over the keys to the valet, Chris and Jill followed five signs pointing to the direction of the Shaw-Lafawna wedding and finally ended up dead last in a human traffic jam in front of two huge double doors.

  Charlene, an elderly, gossipy secretary at Lane & Shaw, came running over to Jill as soon as she saw her. “Oh my god, you’re never gonna believe it. That Dawna just had a mini-meltdown when she found some, well not safe for work pictures on Jason’s phone from his bachelor party. The people who own the place just shut the doors in our faces, can you believe it?”

  Charlene didn’t wait for Jill to respond, as she’d already found another person from the office who’d just arrived and rushed off to tell them what she knew.

  “Well, go figure, right?” Chris looked around the lobby where everyone was stuck. “Hey—there’s a bar!” He led Jill over to the small bar that was hidden by indoor palm trees.

  “The wedding will continue!” A shrill voice belonging to what appeared to be a very stressed-out, disheveled wedding planner, rang out over the crowd of two hundred people.

  “Aw, damn.” Chris and Jill linked arms and marched back to the double doors, which had been opened to start letting guests pour in.

  They took their seats towards the back of the venue, and Jill hoped the wedding planner wouldn’t move them or split them up because of color schemes or some other crazy, rich person reason.

  When the music started, a hush fell over the crowd and the lights dimmed as Dawna, who was wearing a scowl as proudly as she wore her two piece wedding dress, floated down the aisle. Jill could barely see Jason, who stood at the altar waiting for Dawna to make an honest man of him. Dawna looked like she wanted to make a dead man of him, and Jill crossed her fingers for some good old-fashioned wedding day drama as Dawna approached her soon-to-be husband.

  Fortunately, Dawna and Jason had tiny microphones for the cheap seats. Even their breathing was amplified.

  Jill let her mind wander as Dawna reeled off her written vows. She was sure she’d heard the words “irregardless” and “supposebly” at least three times before deciding to officially check out.

  Jill was getting a sexy, realistic daydream going when it was interrupted by Jason’s voice in his microphone. There was a lot of static, but eventually, his voice came through and effectively melted whatever happy thought Jill was thinking of.

  “My beautiful Dawna, you’ve been the perfect companion for all these years. You stood by me while I toiled in law school.”

  Jill mimed vomiting into Chris’s lap, which made him laugh just a little too hard. An old lady in front of them wearing a large green sunhat turned around and shushed them so violently she would’ve thought they were in the world’s oldest library.

  “And you were there when all my hard work paid off and I was made junior partner just last week.”
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br />   Jill had heard the phrase “see red” her entire life. She’d read it in books and seen it in movies, but she’d never experienced it herself. She’d imagined what it would feel like, but always came away feeling as though it was just a turn of phrase and that no human actually saw red. As soon as Jason uttered those words, however, a fiery red veil bled in front of Jill’s vision. Her body temperature skyrocketed, and she was sure her mouth was reciting old Latin phrases a la the Exorcist.

  Chris squeezed her hand, but she couldn’t feel anything but rage. She did feel a little relieved she wasn’t technically in a church, because she was having some particularly evil thoughts she might feel bad about if a cross was nearby.

  Jill wanted to run over to Mac and punch him in the face. She wanted to yell at him that he knew damn well that she deserved junior partner, not his idiot son; to scream at the top of her lungs that Jason hadn’t done any work since his father paid for him to pass through law school. Jill wanted to do all of this as Jason prattled on about how he was a loner until he met Dawna, and she turned him into a perfect mate.

  For some reason, perhaps the way the sun shone through the indoor trees and plants, or the way Chris was holding her hand so tightly, Jill decided to take a page from Lilly’s sage book and just enjoy the ride. She smiled at Chris before leaning over and whispering in his ear.

  “I want to fuck you right now in my car. Let’s get the hell out of here.”

  Chris’s face lit up before he and Jill made a break for the door. When they were on the other side, they descended into fits of laughter.

  “You heard her say that her heart was an empty jewelry box until she met Jason, right?” Chris asked, trying to catch his breath.

  As Jill was about to respond, Chris’s smile dropped and he pointed behind her.

  There were about fifty people blocking the only nearby exit. Jill recognized some of them as fellow escapees from the Shaw-LaFawna wedding.

  “Shit!” Chris looked quickly from his left to his right before his eyes lit up. He gently turned Jill around and pointed to a small, almost hidden bathroom only a few feet away. The only feature giving away the room was a tiny, almost invisible narrow sign that said “toilette” written in thread-like cursive above a door that all but blended in with the peach-colored wall.

  “Come on,” Chris said gruffly into Jill’s ear. “I can’t wait that long to get to the car.”

  Chris put his hand on the small of Jill’s back and forcefully guided her into the tiny, but incredibly chic bathroom.

  There was a small golden toilet tucked away in the corner with a sink next to it. By some magical spell, someone was able to fit a chair in the other corner. It was a medium-sized but rather sturdy looking Victorian chair with yellow silk upholstery. Chris led Jill to the chair and sat her down before turning to lock the door.

  Jill had already begun slipping out of her dress when Chris rushed towards her like a hungry animal. He picked her up from the ornate chair just as she let her breasts tumble out of their satin prison. Already moaning in anticipation, Chris roughly threw Jill against the shining wallpaper and buried his head in her neck. He nipped and licked her as his hand traveled up her dress. His thick fingers found her dripping pussy, and as she whimpered into his chest, he worked his way inside her with his middle finger. Chris worked Jill into a frenzy with his hand while she anxiously undid his belt.

  As his pants fell, Jill grasped Chris’s cock in her hand and started stroking it slowly. She brought her mouth to his ear and gently ran her tongue around it clockwise until he felt like he was going to explode in her hand.

  “Fuck me.” Jill instructed in Chris’s ear. “I need your cock in me, baby—fuck me.”

  “Beg me,” Chris whispered into Jill’s breasts. “Beg me to fuck you.”

  Chris telling her what to do was turning Jill on more than anything. She loved that he could take charge.

  “Please fill me up with your big cock, baby? Please?” Jill said, breathlessly. “I need you, baby.”

  That did it for Chris. He gripped Jill’s thighs and plunged into her, making her throw her head back and scream in delight. His stare bored into Jill’s as she silently pleaded for more. Chris devoured Jill’s neck as he thrust deeper, causing Jill to wince in euphoric pain.

  “Fuck. Fuck you’re tight.” Chris breathed into Jill’s neck. She tightened her legs around Chris’s waist, which he apparently took as a signal to thrust harder. Jill dug her nails into Chris’s back as he moved his head from her neck to her breasts. His tongue explored every inch of her perky, perfectly round breasts until her nipples were erect and Jill felt like she was about to erupt.

  Chris’s grip on Jill’s ass tightened as his rhythm increased. She came all over his cock right as his lips made their way back to her neck. He groaned into Jill’s tumbling hair as he came into her. Dazed, he lowered her from the wall. They both leaned, sweating and happy on the sink until there was a sharp knock at the door.

  “Is anybody in there?!” an elderly woman’s voice came through the door. “Hello?!”

  Chris and Jill stifled their laughter as they tried to quickly locate their clothes. Jill pulled her black slip dress over her breasts and tried to rub away a fine sheen of sweat that coated her chest. Chris clumsily pulled his pants on as the knocking on the door was beginning to sound like a battle drum.

  “Easy, lady,” Jill whispered to their disturbance through the door. She wondered briefly how she could explain why she and Chris were in the bathroom together before remembering that she really didn’t give a shit.

  Jill checked to make sure she had everything where it should be before swinging the door open and breezing past a small, angry looking old lady in a black beehive wig.

  “Animals!” Jill heard the old lady say as she clutched Chris’s hand. He looked back sheepishly at the woman and shrugged while mouthing “sorry”.

  Chris and Jill made it all the way to a potted palm tree before quietly dissolving into a fit of laughter.

  “That was a first for me,” Chris said. “You bring it out of me, Jill—I’m not sure what it is, but you make me a fucking animal, you know that?”

  Jill smiled and batted her eyes at Chris. “Oh, I know.”

  “Let’s get something to drink—at least we can take advantage of the bar before we leave, right?” Chris suggested, looking over at the top shelf collection behind an exhausted looking bartender about ten feet away.

  “Agreed.” Jill brushed her hair out of her face and slipped her arm through Chris’s. They selected a small open space at the bar and waited patiently as the bartender, a young man with large circles under his eyes, tried to explain to a grandmother what a Slippery Nipple was.

  Chris led Jill to a one person-sized spot at the bar and helped her hop onto a small stool. He kept his hand on the small of Jill’s back to steady her as she perused the alcohol list behind the bar.

  Jill and Chris continued to trade knowing, sideways glances as they waited for the bartender to make his way—slowly—over to them. It turned Jill on to know that traces of Chris were still all over her. Jill shifted her weight on the stool as Chris’s cum dripped from her panties to the top of her inner thigh.

  Chris’s fingers played around on Jill’s back, sending shivers up and down her spine. She leaned her head back onto his chest and he planted a tender kiss on the top of her forehead. Their eyes locked and a flash of electricity passed between them. Suddenly, Chris broke contact with Jill and his face dropped.

  “Shit.” He hissed.

  Jill spun around to see Mac, smoking a cigarette at the bar. He had been hidden behind a large woman with a hat that looked like a purple flying saucer.

  “Ah—caught me.” Mac stubbed the cigarette out. “I had to get out of there… for the same reason as you, too, apparently.” He blew out the last of his smoke and walked over to Jill and Chris. When he reached them, he gave Chris a fleeting look of recognition before turning his attention on Jill.

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�Jill—I’m sorry. I know you deserved the junior partnership—it’s just… I’m caught in the middle here, I didn’t know…”

  Jill held up her hand, silencing Mac.

  “Listen, Mac, it’s fine. I mean, I quit, so you can deal with all of your son’s fuck ups from now on, but it’s fine.” She smiled widely and started to walk away.

  “No—wait! Jill, come on…be reasonable!” Mac called after Jill as she and Chris walked towards the labyrinth that was the building’s exit.

  “Please? Please stay, we can work something out!” Mac slammed down his glass on the bar and jogged a few feet away from the bar. He stood, impotently with his hands out at his sides. His powerful attorney façade that he had spent years building along with his practice had crumbled away and now he looked like a small, elderly man who was starting to realize his life’s mistakes.

  Jill looked over her shoulder. “Nah—I’ve been working hard for eight years. I think it’s time for me to finally let go. But good luck with your new junior partner!” Jill’s gaze lingered on her fallen mentor for a moment. The past eight years of her life had been spent doing everything right. She had worked herself out of a social life, sex, and any happiness that was truly hers. It was all for something that deep down, Jill knew she didn’t really want anyway. She gripped Chris’s firm arm for support. He patted her hand and kissed her head in return.