Cassandra (Johnny Storm AU) 18+

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"Cassie Beckford". She answered the phone in her usual professional manner. The phones had been ringing off the hook ever since Victor's escape had become public thankfully her editor had tasked someone else with running the story so she didn't have the trauma of that.

"I see you reverted back to using Mom's maiden name..."

It was him.

"It was the right choice considering you were never around and they were dead. I needed a fresh start". She explained, although she didn't really have to. Not to him anyway.

"And I see you got it, so have you told him yet?" Victor asked as though they were just having a casual catch up.

Cassie remained calm but inside the panic was rising. "What?"

"Storm. Human firecracker, the guy who is my ex's brother! Have you told him who you really are? Because I'm guessing the answer is no".

"How...how do you..."

"Don't forget I still have had eyes on the outside Cass, they've been watching you for years now - and can you imagine my surprise when I learned that not only did Johnny Storm save you, but you thanked him by fucking him?! How long has it been going on?"

"It hasn't!" She hissed, looking around the office to make sure that no one was listening in. She hunched over her desk, keeping her tone as low as possible. "Look, I dunno who your supposed 'eyes' are? But Johnny saved me and that was that".

Victor now turned nasty. "Wrong! You've been in contact. The guy's old enough to be your brother - you stop whatever connections you have with Storm now or I will".

Cassie was silent. "Where are you anyway?"

"Around. That's all you need to know. I might just hang up and call your editor next - tell him how the narrative was twisted and that I never harmed my dear little sister - because she's sat right in his office under everyone's nose. And then you know what? The absolute cherry on top of the cake would be paying Johnny a visit myself...we're long overdue a catch up..."

"Victor please". Her voice cracked. "Leave him alone, leave me alone".

"I neglected you when mom and dad died - never had time for you, took care of you. I want to do it now. You're my sister, I want to make those amends".

"You want to control me".

"I want to stop you from making the wrong decisions, and trust me. I know Johnny. You're making a bad one". He told her. "I'll come see you soon, when the authorities have calmed their search a little. We can talk more then".

Now the panic had truly risen. "Victor I..."

"I insist. Do you worry little sis - you'll be safe with me".

Cassie was met with the dial tone, meaning that he'd hung up on her. Now she really did have a dilemma on her hands, and both of them would only lead to Johnny finding out the truth about her.

She needed to keep Victor at bay, but how she was going to manage that when he had spies was beyond her.

Her phone ringing once more made her jump and she answered it cautiously. "Cassie Beckford..."

"Is that the pretty reporter with a mouth that can do wonders?"

She wanted to half laugh and half cry at hearing Johnny's voice. "I guess it is..."

"Still on for this weekend?"

Shit.

"I, erm, yes..." she managed to get out.

If she went to his then she'd be leading Victor straight to him. She couldn't risk it. "Oh shit, wait - I can't I've got some fancy gala to cover, boss emailed me this morning".

"No problem. I can always stop by yours if that's any easier?"

That could work, Victor knew he'd been there anyway so she'd just have to risk it. All in the name of great sex and a connection with a guy who she never thought it possible to be with.

"You sure? I don't wanna put you out".

"Between you and me? I'm going crazy just to get inside of you again..."

Oh damn.

She now sat back and smirked with some satisfaction. "Which way in first?"

"Did I tell you the other evening that you have an ass to die for?"

If Victor went through with his threats then it would be very much that way. 

"I know you said it was your favourite position to have me in. On all fours, stripped bare for you..."

"Fuck, you have no idea how much steam is actually coming off me right now, and I'm not even doing anything!" 

She chuckled, all thoughts of Victor vanishing once more, and like they always did whenever Johnny had said so much as one word to her. "My underwear is flammable by the way". 

"Just as well it won't be needed. How do you feel about going to that gala with no panties on?" 

If she'd have been at home for this conversation then her hand would have been in between her legs right now. "How would you feel about it? That's the real question?" 

"I wouldn't be letting you go at all knowing that bit of information". He replied. 

"Shame. I'm gonna be gone for a few hours". 

"Cassandra". He lightly scolded. "Are you alone?" 

She bit her lip. "You know full well that I'm in an office with my colleagues around. 

Johnny snorted. "Yeah, but you've got your own cubicle - go on, play with fire even though I'm not there. Think of me and touch yourself..." 

"Johnny". Her cheeks turned pink and once again she checked to make sure that no one was watching. "I can't do that!"

"Go on - slide two of those perfectly manicured fingers into your panties and feel how wet you are". 

Her cubicle was out of the way...

No. 

She needed to stop thinking about the fact that she could potentially get away with it. It seemed as though he was waiting patiently and now her hand slid under her skirt and pushed her panties to the side - the cool sensation of the air hitting between her legs before her fingers began to stroke herself. "Oh fuck..." She whispered. 

"Can you feel how wet you are?" 

"Yeah..." she breathed quietly. 

"Imagine I'm there, tasting that perfect clit of yours while you seep out onto my tongue and gimmie that taste I'm wanting". 

"Johnny..." She continued to try and stifle any kind of sound that escaped her mouth as her fingers circled between her legs, the wetness building as well as the climax that she'd need to be discreet about". 

Cassie gently moved against her hand. "Johnny...I..." 

"You're so close, I know you are just by the tone of your voice. Go on, lets see if you can come quietly". 

She didn't have a choice and now felt the release seep out between her legs, coating the inside of her thighs. "You're a bad man Storm". Quickly she reached for the tissue box to clean up before anyone noticed. 

"And you're my good girl, aren't you Miss Beckford?" 

"I think I like the idea of being yours". 

"Yeah, me too..."