Scotch on the rocks.

Scotch on the rocks. Scotch on the rocks.

Status: In Progress

Genre: Romance


Status: In Progress

Genre: Romance


The prologue to this story can be found in the short stories section of the site.
The characters and the storyline has been playing around in my head for ages, and I finally felt ready to put pen to paper.
Hope you enjoy reading, and let me know your thoughts!


The prologue to this story can be found in the short stories section of the site.
The characters and the storyline has been playing around in my head for ages, and I finally felt ready to put pen to paper.
Hope you enjoy reading, and let me know your thoughts!

Chapter6 (v.1) - Chapter 6

Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: November 19, 2020

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Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: November 19, 2020




I chucked my stuff on the couch, sliding off my heels. The penthouse was even more breathtaking than I remembered, and as for the view…

I strolled to the large window, taking in the magnificent colours of the sunset. Rich hues of orange blended with crimson and blazing behind the London skyline.

"Shame all the buildings ruin it." Dean muttered, appearing beside me.

"I like the city. The hustle and bustle, you're never alone."

I felt his eyes on me straight away.

"What's wrong with being alone?"

I hesitated, not wanting to admit the memories that haunted me.

"Nothing! I guess the thought of being in the middle of nowhere freaks me out. I've never lived out of London before."

His hand moved over my waist, resting on my hip.

"Your folks didn't have a holiday place?"

I laughed, turning to face him.

"My folks didn't even own their own home, we lived in a council house."

He looked at me blankly.

"It's housing for poor people."

My cheeks flushed as I spoke, and he nodded slowly. I placed my fingers over his lips as he went to speak.

"Look, did you bring me here to talk? Because that wasn't what it sounded like in the restaurant…"

I moved my left hand lower, pressing his cock through his jeans. His eyes shut, and just like that I felt like I was the one back in control.

Not for long, though.

He slammed me against the window, my wrists grabbed and pinned above my head. His demanding mouth clamped onto mine, kissing me like a man possessed. The cold glass chilled my back, and as I edged forward he pushed back, his hips locking me in place.

"You look sexy as hell." He mumbled.

I felt like I was under a spotlight, the intensity of his eyes unlike anything I'd felt before. He dropped my wrists, his hands moving to undo the buttons of my shirt dress.

"I've been thinking about your body all week, it's been torture watching you in the office."

He slipped my dress over my shoulders, and it fell to the floor. I'd chosen my favourite underwear, blush pink lace with dark leather straps. A sharp breath escaped his lips as he trailed his fingers down to the matching thong.

"My turn." I whispered, grabbing the edge of his jumper.

He reluctantly moved his hands off me, yanking his top off in one fluid movement. I made quick work of undoing his jeans, sliding them off with his boxers. I hadn't forgotten how the sight of him naked had affected me, and it was no different this time.

He took my breath away.

Finally, my gaze travelled to his face, pleased to notice he was surveying me with the same passion. Our eyes met, and the blood pounding through my body drowned out the noise of the city surrounding us.

Then I was in his arms as we kissed with deep hunger. He ripped my underwear from between my legs, the cool air a wicked contrast to the heat pulsating in my cunt.

Soon enough his hands were under my bottom, lifting me with ease. My limbs wrapped around him as he adjusted my hips over his erection.

He hesitated.

"I haven't got you ready."

"Oh, I'm ready. But, aren't you forgetting something else?" I whispered, mustering up what little restraint I possessed.

He groaned,

"My jeans pocket."

He dropped me to my feet as I smiled, watching him search through our clothing.

"Do you always carry condoms in your pockets?"

He brandished it triumphantly, winking at me.

"Only since meeting you."

I felt like my insides were glowing, even though I knew it was nothing more than a line.

"Although, I know I'm clean. Are you on birth control?" He asked, a nonchalant tone to his voice.

"No condom, no sex." I replied, resisting the temptation. I never risked it, even with someone as hot as Dean. He shrugged his shoulders, standing as he put the condom on.

"Now, where were we…"

I was back in his arms, and a smirk passed over his face as he rammed into me with one ardent drive.

It hurt, but that was nothing compared to how good it felt. I closed my eyes as he found his rhythm, each thrust becoming easier as my arousal slickened his movement.

My breasts bounced against him, and he used a free hand to yank the lace cups down, exposing my sensitive nipples.

"Open your eyes." He panted, pounding harder.

I obeyed, taking in the pleasure and strain etched across his features. Our gazes locked as he continued pounding into me.

"You feel... so good…" he muttered, moving his free hand to my clit.

I moaned his name, his circling thumb pushing me towards climax. My head crashed back into the window as my orgasm took hold, making my whole body tremble.

Dean followed, practically growling my name as he filled the condom.

I unwrapped my legs from him, feeling for the floor. There wasn't a chance he could support me after such a violent release. His face burrowed into the top of my head.

"That was incredible." He whispered, pulling me closer.

When I didn't speak he peered down at me.

"What's wrong?"

I shook my head, placing my palms on his chest.


He tilted my chin up and kissed me on the mouth.

"Why don't we move into the bedroom?"

Oh God, I wanted to do that so badly.

"I have plans later, I can't stay." I apologised, ducking underneath his arms.

I reached for my dress, but he beat me to it.

"I thought we had plans tonight?"

"I agreed to meet up to talk, not to spend the whole night with you!" I protested, snatching my dress from his hands.

As I buttoned it up he sighed.

"So, you're bolting again?"

I frowned,

"Listen, I'm sure you're used to women who love to cuddle and chat after sex, but that isn't me."

He stepped closer,

"Who said we're done having sex?"

I folded my arms across my chest, looking at him defiantly.

"I'm done."

His eyes narrowed, and in one fluid movement he had me back against the window, his hand between my legs.

"I beg to differ." He whispered, dragging my wetness over my clit.

It took all my willpower to reach for his hand and move it away.

"And what happens when we go to work on Monday?"

My words were the reality check we both needed, and Dean's jaw clenched. I watched in silence as he walked away, tears stinging my eyes.

The one thing I'd always took pride in was my career, and now I'd messed that up.

I'd just finished dressing when I heard him clear his throat. I looked up to see him stood in the doorway, wearing a pair of sweat pants and a tight grey t-shirt.

"We need to talk before you leave."

I tucked my hair behind my ear.

"I know, that was the whole point of meeting, wasn't it?"

He smiled sheepishly, putting his hands in his pockets.

"I think we both knew what was going to happen."

When I didn't speak he walked over, moving my hair from behind my ear so it spilled over my shoulder.

"This isn't complicated, Paloma. We both want the same thing."

My heart raced, my body aching to feel his touch all over again.

"You're my boss, that makes it complicated. What if people find out about us?"

He smiled, taking hold of my hand.

"We'll be careful. I'm not an animal, I can control myself."

I raised my eyebrows at him and he smiled.

"Ok, I'll work on it."

I rubbed my temples,

"So, what? We just meet up and have sex?"

His fingers trailed over the palm of my hand as he nodded.

"We'll be discreet, keep things casual."

I exhaled loudly, completely torn by his offer. I wanted to agree to it, but deep down I knew it wasn't a good idea.

"I-I don't think that will work. I'm sorry."

He dropped my hand,

"It's not a problem, I understand."

A heavy silence filled the room, an uneasy tension building.

"I don't want to keep you from your plans." He offered, putting his hands back in his pockets.

I picked up my bag, a hollow feeling building inside of me.

"Right. Well, I guess I'll see you on Monday." I muttered, my cheeks heating.

He nodded, leading me to the door. I reached for the handle, my body inches from his.

"Ok, well, I'm glad we've sorted things."

He exhaled slowly, the sparkle from his eyes gone.

"Me too."

I walked out, and he slammed the door behind me.


I leaned back against it, already regretting my decision. Why, oh why, did he have to be my boss?


I screamed as it opened and I fell backwards. Dean caught me just in time, turning me to face him.

Our eyes locked, and his pensive expression softened to a smile.

"Believe it or not, that's the first time a woman has fallen at my feet."

I rolled my eyes,

"I didn't, technically you stopped me."

He sighed, shaking his head.

"What can I say? I'm a gentleman."

I grinned, my body relaxing into his arms.

"Paloma, I don't want you to be done." He whispered, staring back at me intently.

I stretched up and kissed him, telling him with my body what I couldn't admit with words. His hands moved up my neck to my hair, pulling me closer.

"Just sex. That's all this." I moaned as his lips worked their way to my jawline.

"Just sex." He agreed, lifting me in his arms.

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