Chapter 16: Chapter 16

Margaret’s POV

Maybe this was what the remaining days of my life would be like. Nothing cleared the head better than a screaming orgasm with Williams after fucking Raymond. Monday morning, I felt energized and completely engaged in the nine o’clock department meeting. The other executives and their assistants had finally arrived to the new office, and because some things Williams had been working on came through, we were inundated with the prospect of twenty new marketing clients. I was buried. On the upside, I had very little time to let my mind wander too far.

But in between the frenzy—walking from one meeting to the next, a trip to the restroom, a quiet lull after a phone call— I remembered my last night with Williams in San Francisco, his hard, naked body behind me, my limbs heavy with delicious exhaustion and his hands fisted in my hair...

Despite how much fun it had been, I’d felt off for a couple of hours on Saturday morning. Not regretting anything, exactly, but slightly embarrassed that I’d actually done it. The thing was, even below that thin layer of mortification, I knew I’d never felt more alive. He made me feel safe, as strange as that was, and like I could ask him for anything. I sat back at my desk in my office, closing my eyes as the memory returned from the first time Williams and I had had sex, more than twenty-four months ago. We’d stopped bothering to argue over his schedule or mine. How we managed to create a routine and effortlessly stood by it was what baffled me. I’d tried to spice things up, showing up at his office late one night in nothing but a long coat and heels. Even though I was still freshly out of prison then, he fucked me so good that he erased all my bad memories from my jail time. Raymond on the other one was also a great banger but he never let me have my way. No don’t get me wrong, I am all for male masculinity on bed but not with the one with total female subjection. Williams was considerate; I would moan out things I wanted him to do and he would do it. With Raymond, there was more take than give but with Williams, taking equated giving. My eyes blinked open, as the reality of everything seemed to hit me in this one, totally random moment. William made me feel so good, and Raymond had only ever made me feel miserable. It was time for me to woman up, and stop apologizing for taking whatever the hell I wanted.

Williams wasn’t at work today for reasons I didn’t know but when I asked him through a text, he said he would call or text me back in a few. I put my phone in my desk drawer, determined to not take it with me to the afternoon team meeting.

No message. Damn. Returning to the conference room, I found Williams elder brother flipping through slides at lightning speed. It was okay for me because I’d seen the deck beforehand, but I could tell the newly arrived junior executives wanted to throw up their lunches.

“Slow down, brother,” I came up and said to him quietly.

He snapped his attention to me, his temper barely tied down. “What?” I swallowed.

“I think you are rushing things” I explained. “You just finished it yesterday, when these guys were on a plane. Let them digest it.” He nodded tightly and looked back to the screen. I could almost feel him counting to ten in his head as he let them read the slide, and I looked across the table at Lola. She was watching him, biting down on her pen to keep from laughing. My phone vibrated loudly on the table and I picked it up, apologizing under my breath for the interruption. Thank the universe for senior Williams as he was mostly called to distinguish him from my boss, and his endlessly entertaining, impatient perfectionism; for two whole minutes I’d forgotten to wonder if Williams was still interested in letting me know what was going on. As it stood, every male in my boss’s family was a Williams so a suffix was placed before their initials to create a difference.

‘LA Library has some fascinating volumes. Book two of your favorite series is out too, want to check it out? 6:30. Wear a skirt, your tallest heels and skip the pants. I’ve missed you’ I grinned down at my phone, thinking Williams was a pretty lucky bastard that all I would need to do was remove my panties before meeting him. When I looked up, Lola still had her pen between her teeth, but this time she was watching me, eyebrows raised.

Looking back to Senior Williams, I studiously ignored her stare, but I couldn’t seem to lose my giddy grin. And then I noticed it, the “eye talk” between the two of them, what the hell did I miss?

…..

There were four libraries in total in LA, I could easily guess Williams was talking about. I wouldn’t be so sure because I didn’t ask him and now I felt stupid. I was outside the huge blue bird building for three minutes now until I decided to look up. I spotted him instantaneously. Williams stood far above everyone around him, and as he searched the crowd for me, I took a few seconds to just drink him in. Black suit, dark gray shirt, no tie. His hair had grown out in the last couple of weeks and although he kept it longer on top, I liked it messy like this, imagined tugging on it with his head between my legs. He cut quite a shadow on the steps, as people parted around him. God, how much I wanted to lace my fingers through his cotton-like hair. Williams found me then, and I was totally busted for ogling him. A knowing smile spread across his face and he hooked a finger at me, beckoning.

When I drew closer, he teased, “You were staring.”

I laughed, looking away. “Was not.”

“For someone who so enjoys being stared at in her most intimate moments, you’re awfully shy about being caught playing the voyeur.”

I felt my smile shrink a little as something ached beneath my ribs. I spoke before even really planning to. “I’m just really happy to see you.”

This clearly caught him off guard. He recovered with a bright smile. “Ready to play?”

I nodded, oddly nervous despite the rush of heat that spread across my skin. We’d had an audience of a hundred mirrors last week, but had otherwise been entirely alone. Here, even at six thirty on a Friday night, the library was bustling.

“This looks interesting,” I mumbled, turning to lead us inside when he pressed two subtle fingers to the small of my back.

“Trust me,” he said, leaning forward to whisper, “This is right up your alley.”

Once inside, he moved in front of me, walking ahead as if we were simply two strangers passing through the library entryway and headed in the same direction. As I followed his lead, I noticed a few people watching him; a couple pointed and nodded to each other. I followed him, admittedly paying more attention to the fit of his jacket across his wide shoulders than to where we were headed. Slowing, he asked, “Have you ever been here?”

“Nope” I said popping the P. He chuckled. I looked around. It was warm and inviting, filled with hushed voices and the muted sounds of footsteps and the turning of pages. My eyes moved to the ornate ceiling painted to resemble the sky, the arched windows and glowing chandeliers overhead, and for a beat wondered if Williams planned on taking me on one of the large wooden tables lining the cavernous and very busy room.

I must have looked unsure, because Williams laughed softly beside me. “Relax,” he said, placing a hand on my elbow. “You’ve got such a dirty mind, you know that right?”

“I don’t see you as a saint either” I said and crossed my arms on my chest. “You know what I mean, without me saying… isn’t that suspicious?” I asked him but instead of answering me, he asked me to wait while he crossed the room to speak with an older man, who I got the impression knew exactly who Williams was. The man glanced at me over William’s shoulder and I felt myself blush, quickly looking away and back up toward the painted ceiling. Only a few moments later, I was following Williams down a narrow flight of stairs and into a small room filled with row after row of books. Williams knew exactly where to go, and I couldn’t help but wonder if he came here a lot, or if he’d scouted the location sometime during the week. He stopped in a quiet corner, in a narrow, crowded row of books. It felt like the stacks pressed in on us from both sides; the tight quarters gave me the strange illusion of the walls closing in. I heard a cough and realized that there was at least one other person in the room with us.

Anticipation thrummed low in my belly.

Williams lifted a book from a shelf without even really looking. “I know I said the book two of your favorite book is out but you’d need to tame your horses for that” he arched a brow questioningly. I nodded. He gave out a lopsided grin. “Do you read smut, birdie?”

“I don’t think I need one…: He was already shaking his head.

“It’s a yes or no question, sweetheart. I know you are all shades of red, black and gold kink fucker but I need to know if you read erotica and by erotica. I’m not talking about soft-focus covers with sweaty bare-chested men and a banging looking woman at their side. I mean books that tell you how the woman feels when the man penetrates her. How she aches when he slips his tongue inside her. How he describes her flavor when she asks him to. I mean books that describe the fucking, the pace of every stroke of the man’s penis and the volume and intensity of the moan that escapes the woman’s mouth and the guttural groan of the nigga when he is pouring his cum in her mouth” My heart began to drill beneath my sternum at how casually he talked about things that made me want to close my eyes and squirm. “Then no. I haven’t read anything like that.”

“Well, then,” he said, handing me the book. I glanced down at the cover and like I expected there was bare chested six packer or a woman within his reach. It was just a burnt brown cover with lots of graphics and letterings… Williams interrupted me.

“Great, let’s check this one out. I heard it is equivalent to a sex guide” I flipped it over, looking for some kind of bar code or number. But the volume was leather, with heavy gilded pages. Obviously a rare edition.

“No name?”

“I might have booked it off from the writer. You see, it is yet to be published and it has a lot of things I would like to do to you, so I asked for a favor” okay, this is even more interesting than I though. And satisfying too.

“Take it with us . . . ?” he let out a sickening grin that might have given me some ideas which he soon confirmed.

“There would be no fun”

“You want to fuck me inside the library?” My heart drooped a little

He nodded. “And you’re reading to me.”

“I’m reading you erotica in here?”

“Yes. And I’ll probably feel the need to fuck you in here, too. You got to be loud last week. But this week”—he brushed some hair off the side of my face, lips pursed—“not so much.”

“I thought I was the one with a dirty mind?” he shrugged while smirking.

“I contacted too quick and heavily” he looked around before he spanked my ass.