The Risks we take

Seven

Reed/Sloane

~Reed~

She dropped my hand for a few seconds, texting someone I'm guessing that was waiting to drive her to wherever she was living right now. The very moment her bag was back by her shoulder, I grabbed it again, guiding her towards the office. This whole thing was a risk I'm not sure I should be taking. I could have taken her home, but honestly I was sick to death of her not knowing me and the office was a 5 minute walk away rather than a 20 minute drive in the traffic. If this worked I could put her in my car downstairs and drive her back to finish the night listening to her moan over and over again.

That flush across her chest that hadn't left told me she wanted this as much as I needed it. I'd been haunted by memories of her since the afternoon in her office. It hadn't taken more than those soft, almost yellow green eyes to trigger detailed flashbacks that had me locking my office door for a few private moments with my hand. It was unbearable. Pathetic. No other girl was fulfilling it. Even my usual go to, Emlyn, was essentially useless.

I hit my code into the door to the office floor, not giving her enough time to look around in the dark sea of desks as I walked her right to my office and closed the door behind us.

"No one's going to come in are they?"

"It's 8pm on a Sunday evening Sloane. No." She seemed to let out a slow breath, stopping as I approached her slowly, lifting her chin. "Want to tell me again how you don't remember me?"

"I don-" I didn't give her a chance to finish her heinous admission. I sunk my lips into hers, hard and fast, forcing my tongue between her tightly pressed lips and wrapping my hand around the back of her neck, pulling her ever closer. She almost moaned, gasping for breath when I pulled my teeth across her sharp jawline. "Law-" I bit down just behind her ear, breathing heavy against her as her dainty little fingers grasped for my suit jacket.

"My name isn't Lawson Sloane." She was doing her best to control her breathing. I'm not a betting man, but I would bet every last penny I had to my name on the fact there was a pool between her legs right now and I'd barely touched her. "You're going to say my name when you're filled with my cock whether you like it or not Princess. Might as well get used to it now." She pulled at my jacket, urging me to get it off and I smirked, letting her take the control. If she wants my clothes off, who am I to complain?

~Sloane~

I threw his suit jacket over the back of a chair at the far end of the room, pushing his hands off me with a smirk.

"If we do this, Mr Lawson, I want to give you what you deserve." Mischief shot across his eyes as I trailed my fingers down his shirt, stopping at his pants.

"And what's that?"

"How about I show you?" I unfastened his belt, unbuttoned the perfectly pressed pants and maintained eye contact as they dropped to the floor. Waiting a second before smirking again and wrapping my hand tightly around his tie, pulling him over to his sofa and pushing him down onto it. I straddled him, grateful I chose the tight fitting dress with a slit that made it uncomfortable, but possible. I wouldn't be here long anyway.

Reed's hand grasped my ass tightly pulling me over the rock growing in his boxers whilst I removed his tie and then his shirt, throwing the white fabric across the room but holding his black cotton tie tightly.

"Hands."

"What?"

"I don't want you ruining this right now so give me your hands." I bit my lip leaning forward until my lips brushed over his with every word. "You don't trust me?" I pondered his question back at him before running my tongue up his cheek, smirking when he shivered and pushed his hands between us both. Don't ask me how I knew how to tie this so he wouldn't get out of it. I guess I'd watched guys tie me up that many times, I worked out what worked and didn't. I pulled his hands above his head, tying the restraint tightly to the metal back of the sofa before slowly lowering my chest away from his face and sitting back on his thighs with a smile.

"A little tight Princess."

"Good." I tipped my head. "I remember that summer Mr. Lawson." He smirked.

"I knew you did. No one could forget-"

"Being abandoned in the middle of an unknown place and robbed at gun point. No. I can't say that's something you forget about." His smile vanished and I climbed off him slowly, removing anything from his surroundings he could possibly use to make enough of a racket to be helped sooner. "I had no intention of this happening by the way. You showing up in my office, last night, now. I was happy just leaving the whole thing in the past. But I know the game you're playing. You want Rise. Want to try and manipulate me into handing it over because you don't want my name over here. You don't want the competition. But here's the thing I'm here. I'm not selling, It's not going under. The Windsor name is not leaving the states."

"So, what, you're just-" He pulled at his wrists, instantly realizing what I'd done. "YOU CAN'T LEAVE ME HERE LIKE THIS!"

"Funny. I remember telling you the same thing. Lucky for you you're somewhere safe. I wasn't. Anything could have happened to me out there and you didn't give a shit as you drove away. You could have dropped me home, at a police station. But a rough suburb with nowhere to go and 20 minutes before someone could get to me? You're lucky you're only going to have your staff seeing you." He shifted again. "I'd be careful. I've tied it so the more you struggle the tighter it gets. Don't want to lose your precious hands do you Mr. Lawson?" I smirked, turning and heading to the door, taking a picture quickly. "Just in case you ever need a reminder not to fuck with me Mr Lawson. I don't play games too fairly when there's a history of me being overpowered." I smiled at him, letting out a breath of angry energy before turning and leaving him shouting for me. My heels clipped against the marbled floor and I sent a quick text to Stan telling him I'd be down in a second.

Revenge is a dish best served cold, and with that AC on, he sure as hell will be.