Elevator hickies

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Chapter 5

Candice's p.o.v.

His hot breath was on my neck as he pressed the up button. I swallowed the lump in my throat. I tried to speak but I just couldn't get the words out.

"I gave you five rules. Five fucking rules and you've already broke two. Do you know how many rules I could have put on you? I thought I'd be nice and only give you five. How do you repay me? By breaking one and two," he snapped with words that were cold as ice.

"But I didn't mean to break rule 1! They came onto me when I tried to leave!" I defended.

I felt the adrenaline pump into my body. My heart was racing. He moved his hands to where they were trapping my body in his very warm one and the wall.

"And why do you think they came onto you? Look at what you're wearing!" He growled, "you might as well have worn a towel!"

"But-"

"Shut up!" He snapped.

I had to admit, that hurt. I couldn't tell him I was wearing this for him. I just couldn't get my mouth to talk. Come on Candice! Grow a pair!

As I was about to open my mouth to speak, I felt a warm pair of lips on mine. I responded instantly. I moved my lips with his in sync, but soon he was ravishing my mouth. I moaned lightly and tried to wrap my arms around his neck. I failed as he grabbed my wrists and pinned them above my head. I gasped as he kept ravishing my mouth. I was getting mad. He couldn't control me like this. I'm not a puppet. I tried to move my hands, but he was way too strong. I stiffened as I felt a warm tongue slip out onto my lips. I jolted when he nipped my lip. He didn't stop though and his lips got harder and harder. I felt his lower half connect with mine and I gasped at the friction. He took the opportunity to slip his tongue into my mouth. Fine, two can play at this game. I started grinding on his crotch which made him grunt. I smirked at the sound. It made me feel pleased and prideful. I moved my tongue with his and soon fought for dominance, but lost. I couldn't catch my breath. I broke the kiss panting and turned my head so I wasn't facing him. That didn't stop him though as he latched onto my neck. I gasped and moaned. He started biting and nibbling on my neck as if I was a snack. His hands let go of my wrists, but only to be placed on my ass and hoist me up. I had to admit that he was good at multitasking. I wrapped my legs around him. With my hands now free, I started to undo his tie and throw it on the elevator floor. His lips once again claimed mine as I undid his shirt. I ran my fingers over his very sculpted upper body. I dragged my nails from his chest all the way down to his belt buckle. I scratched across and felt him shiver and grunt. It made my panties wet even more wet. He moved one of his hands up my shirt and squeezed my breast. I gasped at the feeling. It felt amazing to have his hot hands on my breast and twirling my nipple. I moaned lightly. I felt buzzed. I attached my lips to his again and pushed my tongue into his mouth. I had dominance for a second which I guess shocked him. Once he snapped out of it, his scorching tongue ravished mine.

I ground against him hard as he groaned in pleasure. He put his hands back on my ass and began grinding his pelvis into me. I was panting from the friction and bucking my hips. All of a sudden, he pulled away and placed me on my feet. I grabbed onto the bar to keep from falling.

"Don't do it again!" He said picking up his the and buttoning his shirt. The elevator dinged and Mr.Flinn walked out. As it closed again I redressed myself.

I looked down and rebuttoned my top and fixed my skirt. It took me a few minutes to compose myself and walk to my office. I closed the door and slid down against it muttering out a 'wow'.  My fingers on my lips. Running over them they were smooth and still burning from his kisses. I sighed and walked over the mirror in the office. I looked in the mirror and gasped at what I saw.

My hair looked like I just had sex. Not to much to look like a rat's nest but enough. My cheeks were a bright pink. But the thing I noticed the most was the fact that there was a bruised red hickey on my neck. I unbuttoned two buttons of my top and saw I had a total of 3 marks. One was a purple color while the other two were a bruised red. I groaned. That bastard. I was glad I had extra foundation in my desk. I opened the depot. Taking it out I and started putting it on my neck. My eyes wondered to the marks. I couldn't help but smile. Call me crazy, but I loved the way he touched me in all the right spots. I smiled lightly as I applied the rest of my make up.

"Ms. Thorn, my office please," Mr. Flinn buzzed.

I sighed and buttoned up my shirt. I was not happy that the purple hickey was the one that people could see mostly. I walked over to his office and knocked.

"Come in Ms. Thorn," he said.

I walked in and saw some guy sitting in a chair in front of Mr. Flinn. I gave a small smile to him and the new guy.

"What do you need me to do sir?"

To anyone that would have been alright, but my tartness made Mr. Flinn glare. Okay, so the hickeys weren't that bad but they were really noticeable which made me mad.

"I want you to meet my best friend, Isaac Hense. Isaac, this is my new P.A. Candice Thorn."

I finally got a good look at Isaac and my jaw almost dropped. Where the hell do these men come from? They look like angels carved them. Isaac had brown eyes and short dirty blonde hair. He was almost as muscular as Jake. Almost. He was also about 6'1" compared to Jakes 6'4". I was impressed in myself that I kept my composure.

"Hello Mr. Hense," I said while smiling and went to shake his hand.

"Hun, I don't shake hands."

He smiled and I blushed. Great, I embarrassed myself. But why doesn't he shake hands? I was soon engulfed in a woodsy/pine scent as two strong arms wrapped around me. I gasped since he wasn't supposed to touch me. I gently pat his back but looked up into Jake's eyes. They were dark and misty. Uh oh! 

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Tell me whatcha ya'll think!!! I fixed the skirt and slacks thing!!!

(Edited by Suicidesymphony)

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