Doubt (The Connected Series Book 1) (5 page)

 "Yes. He thinks he has a meeting at 1.30pm with his marketing team and you have until 3pm when he is due to meet with a client, that be okay?"

"Perfect, thank you.” l reply, smiling at Caroline's efficiency.

"I shall make sure he is alone at 1.30.” she laughs, with a hint in her voice that she understands my plan 

"See you then”

Reaching behind my collection of bags I have left here over the last few months, I pick out the new underwear I bought, especially with today in mind. It is a black set with a gorgeous white lace trim. The knickers are thin at the hips and held together by two pieces of silk that reach around the back. I choose my black pencil skirt and purple frilly silk blouse. Deciding I should probably get ready as I still had lunch to pick up I head to the bathroom to get ready. Switching on a little
Justin Timberlake
to shake my butt to. 

An hour later, I have said goodbye to Alison and am walking out the door heading to the shops. I head straight to
Pr
è
t
, Doug’s favourite. I take my time picking out a selection of things to have for lunch. Happy with my choices, I make my way to Doug’s office. I look at my watch, its 1.15. Perfect timing. Entering his building, my heels click on the floor turning a few heads, I walk straight to the lifts and ride up to Doug’s floor. As the lifts ping open I spot Caroline at her desk, smiling I walk over.

“Hi Caroline, is he free?” I ask smoothing my hair.

“He will be in five, he’s just on the phone.”

“Okay, can I leave these with you while I visit the ladies?” I hold up the lunch bags.

“Don’t really want to take food in there” I grimace at the thought. 

“Of course.” she stands to take the bags and I turn to leave, as I am going, I hear Doug’s voice behind me. Not wanting to ruin his surprise, I step into an open office and push the door closed.

“Caroline, could I be a real pain and ask you to run and get me some lunch? With the meeting in five I won’t have time, would you mind?” he asks in his deep, sexy voice.

“Of course not, what would you like?” she replies smoothly.

As he tells her what he would like, I mentally check it off in my head; I’m delighted that I know him so well. It sounds like he is turning to leave, when he remembers something else.

“One last thing, one of their sparkling apple drinks, please?”

“No problem, I’ll go out now”

“You’re the best!” he relies laughing “What would I do without you?”

“Oh, I’m sure you’d manage.” she laughs. 

I wait a few more minutes to make sure the coast is clear and leave the office. Caroline is making her way to the lifts when I exit.

 “Thank you Caroline, he has no idea!” I grin walking towards her.

“Clueless... And looks like you have his preferred lunch already.” she grins.

“He always has the same, not difficult to guess.” the lift pings and she goes to get in.

“He is yours till 3pm, enjoy your...
lunch
.” she winks at me, making me blush.

“I will, thank you again.”

“No worries.” and with that the doors close. 

Making my way to Caroline’s desk, I collect lunch and walk to Doug’s door. I knock and wait for his reply.

“Come in.” I push open the door and stand in the door way.

“Sophie!” he looks up at me, surprised but pleased.

“What are you doing here? Did I forget we were meeting?” his brows crease and he rubs his hand over his chin.

“No, I just thought, it would be a nice surprise.” I smile walking over and putting the bags on the meeting desk.

“It is... but I have a meeting in like, two minutes.” he scowls looking at his watch. 

“I’m your 1.30.” slowly, I walk behind his desk, his eyes widen as he finally gets a good look at my outfit. Opening his legs I step in between them and he wraps his arms around my waist.

“You’re my marketing meeting?” he raises a perfect eyebrow at me.

“Yes I am.” he pulls me closer and rests his forehead to my stomach.

“And what are we going to discuss in this...
meeting
.”

“Well, I can assure you, it won’t be marketing.”

I lean down, kissing him on the lips. His hands float up my side and back down, reaching behind me to cup my arse. His eyebrows shoot up when he finds the bump. 

“You’re wearing stockings.” he growls.

 “Maybe... Shall we have lunch?”

I make to move away when he grabs me and sits me on his desk. Running his hand from my ankle, he runs his hands higher up my legs, pushing up my skirt as he goes. He gasps when he spots the suspender attached to the lace top of my stocking.

“Fuck me, Sophie, what are you doing?”  He is running his hand up and down the thin strap of material, his eyes full of need and wanting.

“Well, hopefully, just that.” I bite my lip and shake my hair around my shoulders.

He gets up quickly, walking toward his door, looking out, he shuts it once again and locks it.

“I don’t want to be interrupted.”

He stalks towards me, loosening his tie as he does. When he reaches me, he pushes my legs further apart and steps in-between them. Leaning down, he undoes the buttons on my blouse, opening it fully to expose my breasts to him.

 “This is stunning.” he caresses one breast through my bra.

“I thought you’d like it. I got so wet trying it on in the shop, I almost had to touch myself in the changing room.” His eyes darken instantly and he pulls me toward him, kissing a slow, warm trail from my mouth to my ear, his hands come around to cup my breast.

“You have the most amazing breasts.” His thumb flicks back and forth over my hard nipple making me gasp.

His big, strong hand reaches inside pulling down one cup, he dips his head, lapping at my erect nipple, biting gently causing it to stiffen further. Pushing him away, I reach behind me, lowering the zip on my skirt and dropping it to the floor; I slip my blouse off my shoulder, standing before him in just my underwear and heels. I drop to my knees and pull his ready cock from his trousers; wasting no time at all I wrap my mouth around him, sucking deeply. Doug groans, throwing his head back and tangling his hands in my hair.

“Oh, baby, that feels so good!” After a few minutes, I can tell he is getting close.

“Sophie, stop, I want to come inside you.”

Doug tries to pull away but I am having none of it. Knowing he is close I double my efforts, taking him deep into my mouth, running my tongue along the sensitive head and reaching up to cup his balls, He reaches down, trying to control my movements.

“Sophie, no…..”

I take him all the way and suck hard, hollowing my cheeks and reaching behind him to grip his arse, feeling him tense. He comes with a guttural growl. Looking up at him from under my lashes I swallowed every last drop.I’m swiftly lifted and placed on his desk, he drops to his knees and his mouth is on me. Seeking my already swollen clit, he strokes it, gently, picking up pace then dipping his head to take it in his mouth. I grip his head and ground myself into his mouth, He moves back slightly, and thrusts two fingers inside me, causing my hips to buck off the table.

“Doug, please!”

“What Sophie? What do you want?” he murmurs against my sensitive flesh.

“Make me come!”

I am so past begging, I just want to come. As the tension began to build, his hand comes up to pinch my nipple between his fingers, sucking my clit inside his mouth and I explode, yelling my release, not caring if anyone hears. Suddenly, Doug’s fingers are gone and his hot cock is plunging inside me. 

“Oh
god!
” the feeling was out of this world, I was still pulsing and I knew it wouldn’t be long before I was tipping over the edge again.

“Fuck, Sophie, get up here!” he pulls me into his arms, continuing to thrust into me, smashing his mouth against mine, speeding up he reaches between us, finding my still sensitive clit and rubbing.

“Doug, stop, it’s too much!”

He doesn’t listen, only kissing me again and pounding away. Suddenly and without warning, I come, harder and faster than ever before, Doug, feeling me clench around him gives two more thrusts then empties himself into me, burying his face in the crook of my neck. 

“Fucking hell, that was the sexiest fucking thing in the fucking world!” he groans covering his eyes.

“Stop swearing.” I admonish laughing.

“You can’t wear that...” he gestures at my outfit, “Come in here and suck me off like that and not expect me to swear!” I kiss his nose and hop off the desk.

“I’m so glad you have a bathroom in your office, I can’t go out there like this.” I laugh gesturing to my almost naked form.

“Damn right you can’t.” he scowls tucking himself in.

Chapter Six

“How did you know I wanted this for lunch?” Doug asks, finishing the last of his sandwich. 

“You
always
have the same,
every time
. It wasn’t difficult to work out.” I smile, popping a grape into my mouth.

“That boring huh?” he grins at me.

“A little.” I wink. Lunch was delicious, and getting to spend some time with Doug was even better.

“Are we still going out tonight?” he asks, putting the empty lunch things into the bin.

“I’m not sure I want to share you tonight after all, I have to share you all weekend.” I pout. I don’t get enough time just the two of us, when one of us isn’t tired from work.

“We can stay in. I’m more than happy with that.” he leans down, pressing a kiss to my head. 

“Shall I meet you back at yours tonight? I need to get a few things from home first.” I wanted to get some clothes, check my post.

“Sounds like a plan.” he seems relaxed, but that soon stops when his phone buzzes, he glances down and his face is instantly filled with tension.

“I need to get this... “ He looks regretfully up at me and I know, he wants me to go.

“I’ll see you later.”

Trying to keep the look of hurt from my face, I get up. He reaches out, pulling me into him, planting his lips on mine.

“Thank you for lunch.” he murmurs between kisses.

“I’ll see you later.” turning to leave, I hear him answer the phone.

“Jane, how are you?”

I chance a glance back at him and his eyes meet mine, they are cautious, and the smile he flashes me doesn’t quite meet his eyes. I nod with a smile and close the door. Stepping into the lift my phone bleeps, alerting me to a text. 

Can’t wait for tomorrow. My birthday and time with my fave girl. Meet at Bocca di Lupo at 7.30. X 

Bocca di Lupo, yummy! I shall wear my BIG
knickers
:) X

Firing off a quick reply to Miley, I make my way out of Doug’s office building and to my car. I crank up the volume on the drive to my flat singing along to the songs on the radio. Parking my car, I dash into my flat and out of the rain. Opening the front door, I collect the post from the floor and dump my bag and jacket in the kitchen. I slip off my shoes and walk into the bedroom. I really do need to get my stuff sorted to take to Doug’s but I’m so tired. Flopping onto the bed, I just close my eyes for a second... 

I’m suddenly alert and awake. There is a wall of warmth and muscle pressed against my back and its dark outside. Turning round, I see Doug, his face only lit by the moonlight outside. He’s fast asleep, he looks gorgeous. So peaceful and calm.
What time is it?
Craning my neck to see the time on the bedside clock 8.25pm I’d slept for four hours.
And how did Doug know I
was here?
My movement stirs him and his piercing blue eyes find mine. 

“Hey sleepy head.” I smile “When did you get here?” reaching out for me and pulling me closer, he settles into the pillows and sighs.

“About 7.30. I went home and you weren't there, I assumed you were still here. I did ring,” he snuggles a little closer, “When I got here and the lights were out but all your stuff was in the kitchen, I figured you must be here. You looked so peaceful I didn’t want to wake you, so... I joined you.” he smiles. 

“I see that. Are you hungry?” my stomach chooses then to remind me that I am starving by giving a huge grumble.

“Yes. Shall we order in?” 

“No, I’ll go see what I have.” I stretch then I get up and plod into the kitchen, Doug close behind me. Opening the fridge, I frown.

“Maybe we will have to order in, I never spend time here so unless you want some gone off milk or a piece of cheese that has seen better days....” he peeks in and frowns.

“Erm, no thanks. You wanted Italian, shall we order pizza?”

“Pizza is perfect.” I grab the phone and order while Doug takes a shower and changes into the only thing he has here, pyjama bottoms. 

“Sorry I fell asleep. We can still go back to yours after dinner?” I suggest, changing into some lounge pants and a camisole.