Unmasking Charlotte (a Taboo Love series) (22 page)

Calvin

I’m going to kill her! Is she seriously sucking my dick under my desk while Nick is standing in front of me? Why, yes, yes she is! Holy fucking shit! How am I supposed to sit here, while she is doing what she’s doing, and talk to Nick like nothing is going on? Nick smiles at me and extends a fist over the desk. I bump mine against his.

“Hey man, what’s up?” Nick says in greeting.

My dick?

“Nothing much, my man,” I say as normal as possible.

Nick sits in the chair in front of my desk and lounges back. Fuck. He’s going to shoot the shit for a few minutes before getting to business, isn’t he? Charlotte’s warm, wet mouth moves over me slowly, I can tell that she’s trying to be as quiet as possible. But the slow glide of her mouth is pure torture.

Nick starts blabbering on about wedding stuff, Delilah, and how sweet and loving she is. Blah, blah, blah is all I hear, though. I’m focusing too hard on keeping my face neutral. Charlotte’s tongue swirls around the head of my cock and I swallow back a groan. Nick is completely oblivious as he rambles on.

“Oh, hey, is Charlie here?” Nick asks, finally gaining my attention.

He motions towards her purse on my desk. I can feel her smile around me. She’s so dead.

I clear my throat to make sure I have my voice. “Uh, no, she left it here. I have to bring it to her after we’re done here,” I lie.

Nick nods. “Ah, gotcha, so anyway…”

I zone out again. Oh god, her mouth is slowly driving me insane.

“Hey man, are you alright? You falling asleep on me?” Nick’s amused voice filters back in.

My eyes snap open. Shit! I had no idea they had even closed. Nick’s looking at me with a mixture of amusement and curiosity. Charlotte decides that now is the time to take me deep into her throat and swallow around me. I choke back a moan by covering it up with a cough. I cover my mouth with my hand and stare somewhat wide-eyed at Nick. Nick is completely bewildered by my behavior; I can see it on his face.

“Do you need to do this another time?” Nick asks with a smirk and a raised eyebrow.

“Ah, yeah, yeah, let’s do this another time, I’m kinda out of it right now,” I mutter, rubbing my flushed face.

“Ooookay, I’ll give you a call tomorrow then,” Nick says and stands.

“Alright, man, sorry.”

Nick shakes his head, still looking at me funny. “No problem, bud, talk to ya tomorrow.”

Nick gives me another fist bump and starts for the door. He just pulls it open when Charlotte decides to make her presence known.

“Bye, Nick!” she calls from under the desk.

Nick’s head swings around so fast that I swear he got whiplash. His eyes are wide and his jaw is on the floor. Charlotte peeks over the desk from between my legs and waves at Nick. Nick stares at her in shock before his stunned gaze flips to mine.

“Oh my fucking god! Are you fucking serious? No wonder you couldn’t pay attention to anything I was saying!” he squawks before laughing so hard that he doubles over, one hand to his stomach.

I slap a hand over my eyes. Jesus fucking Christ. I’m never going to hear the end of this shit. Charlotte is giggling uncontrollably. She is so going to get it for this! When I drop my hand away, Nick is hanging onto the doorframe, still laughing with tears running down his face. “Oh god…I can’t wait…to tell Delilah!” he says between fits of laughter.

“Fuck me,” I groan, covering my face with both hands this time.

This is so bad. I can’t believe that she revealed herself. She’s crazy and damn it if I don’t love her for it.

“I’m gonna go! Leave you to it,” Nick chuckles, making a show of locking the knob before pulling it closed behind him. Good man.

I glare down at Charlotte. She gives me a sheepish smile and shrugs. My lips twitch. Damn it. She should not be allowed to be so cute. I grab her arms and pull her out from under the desk. I bring her up so that her face is level with mine. I stare into her laughing blue eyes.

“Now…you are in so much trouble,” I rumble.

She licks her lips and I watch her eyes darken with desire. “Good.”

Charlotte

I watch Calvin’s face. I can see the moment that his control snaps. I gasp as he shoots up out of the chair, bringing me with him. He spins me around and bends me over his desk. He keeps one hand in the middle of my back, holding me down while he uses the other to lift my dress up and over my ass. I try to look over my shoulder, but I can’t really see what he is doing.

I yelp when his teeth sink into my ass cheek. Not breaking skin, but hard enough to leave a mark, for sure. Shit, that’s hot! One of Calvin’s fingers hooks into the waistband of my thong that he destroyed at dinner and pulls it off completely. I’m panting from the anticipation alone. I can’t help but cry out when I feel his tongue flick my clit.

“Don’t move,” he demands, his voice low and gruff.

I grip the edge of the desk as his hand disappears from my back. Then I feel both of his hands on my ass, spreading me apart to give him better access. He tortures me with his tongue for god knows how long. That man has a sinful mouth. I start to squirm a bit needing to feel some sort of friction, earning myself a bite on my other ass cheek. He takes one last long lick from clit to core before I feel him move.

“Damn baby, you are so wet,” he rasps, running his cock through my drenched folds.

I whimper and drop my forehead to the desk. I push my ass back, trying to get him to do more, but he gives one cheek a sharp smack.

“I said don’t move.”

I can’t stand it anymore.

“Calvin, please!”

Without a word, he plunges in deep. I scream as pleasure explodes through me. I clutch the edge of the desk until my knuckles turn white. He grabs my hips hard enough to leave bruises as he slams into me over and over.

One hand leaves my hip and finds my hair. He grabs it and yanks my head back. He leans over me, still pumping his hips and kisses me messily. A guttural noise slips up my throat as my body starts to tingle and tighten.

“Calvin,” I gasp against his mouth.

He pushes in even deeper than before, throw
ing me over the edge. My cry sounds strangled as I feel my body clench around him. He groans, dropping his forehead to my shoulder. With a few final thrusts, he comes hard.

We both collapse forward, my face smashed against the desk, his forehead between my shoulder blades. We pant and gasp for air.

“I hope you learned your lesson,” Calvin mumbles behind me.

“No, I don’t think I did. You’re going to have to teach it to me again.” I giggle.

I feel him shake his head against my back. “I don’t know why I try, you’ll never learn,” he chuckles.

I laugh. “Nope.”

Calvin

Driving to take Charlotte back to her place in silence - after the most incredible sex - is both comfortable and disconcerting. I reach my arm across the console and rest my hand on her knee. It’s not lost on me that she is no longer wearing any panties. Or that I was buried deep inside her hot, wet pussy no more than ten minutes ago.

“Well, that went well,” I say, breaking the silence, unable to wipe the smile off my face.

She places her hand atop mine then squeezes, looking at me with a mixture of a shy and mischievous smile. “Which part?”

A
small laugh escapes. “Good point, Pinks, but I was referring to meeting your parents.”

“Yeah. I just wish I was feeling better. And what the hell was Tommy wearing? As soon as I got a whiff of him I wanted to throw up.”

I laugh again. I love being around Charlotte. She is so honest and blunt. It’s nice to be around a woman and not have to guess what she is thinking.

“I’m sorry you’re not feeling yourself, baby girl. Since dinner went so well, how about as soon as you are up for it, we make plans with my family? They are bugging the shit out of me to meet you already.” This time I give her hand the squeeze.

She is staring out her window, not saying a word, like she has completely zoned out.

“Charlotte?”

“Yeah, babe?”

“Did you hear me? I want you to meet my family.”

“Um…Yeah…I heard. Do you really think that’s a good idea?” she asks, still looking away.

“Of course I do. Why would you ask that?”

“I…do you…are you sure they will be okay with me…being white…” she starts to ask, but I cut her off midsentence.

I raise my hand to her chin and tilt it so that she is looking me
right in the eyes when I tell her, “Charlotte, they are going to love you because of you, not because of the color of your skin. My parents are very open minded and accepting. Love is love. Where would you even get that idea?”

Charlotte looks down, pretending to pick nonexistent lint off her dress. “Aisha.”

Are you fucking kidding me?
She is always so confident and self-assured. I didn’t think that the bullshit Aisha was spouting at her even reached her ears. She didn’t seem that affected by her racist ranting. I thought she was more pissed at the fact that we ran into another ex.
Fuck me!

I pull the car over because I have to make sure what I
have to say gets across to her. I unbuckle her seatbelt and grab her by the waist, dragging her into my lap quickly, before she has the time to protest. We lock eyes, and there is no question that she is paying attention. One hand on her cheek, the other stroking her hair, I know what needs to be said. It’s time.

“Black, white, or yellow. Christian, Jewish, or Buddhist. Doesn’t matter. On your absolute worst day, you are a better woman - a better person - than she could ever wish to be on her best day. There is no comparison. She is not in the same league as you. Not even on the same planet. She knows it, and tried to use the only thing that she could grasp at – your color-and tried to use it as a weapon. But, you, Charlotte Fisher, are perfect, just as you are. Beautiful, intelligent, caring, loyal, honest, funny as hell, and…white. And I love you.” I close my eyes and take a deep breath. I can’t believe that I just said that. Five years with Aisha and I never spoke those three words.

I open my eyes and she is just staring at me. Shit! I am freaking out. She says nothing.

“Too much too soon?” I ask nervously. I feel like such a dickhead.

Charlotte doesn’t say a word, but shakes her head in the negative. She then wraps her tiny hands around my neck, leans forward, and kisses me like her life depends on it. Then much too quickly for my liking, she leans back, both of us completely out of breath, and meets my eyes again. I am saddened momentarily when I notice the tears running down her face. I use my thumbs to wipe the tear tracks, as she leans forward once again and whispers against my lips, “I love you, too.