#ceo!chris

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A/N: i might do something like this for my other fics instead of writing more parts so there’s some kind of continuation i guess?? i hope yall like it :))

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Chris' careful footfalls echoed off the walls of the abandoned laboratory, a menacing reverberation that mimicked that of knocking on a hollow cavity. It should be unnerving and would be to most but it's grown too familiar to phase him much anymore.

The rest of the unit is waiting outside the threshold, anticipating further instruction while he runs a check through of the area first. While it isn't advised to enter an uncharted environment alone, as the leader of the team Chris is evidently the most experienced and everybody at the BSAA HQ knows it, so his orders are never brought into question. Not often, anyway.

The BSAA had received information about an independently led series of experiments by an amateur group of scientists who claimed to be inspired by Umbrella Corp. The researchers themselves were long gone and another team given the responsibility of tracking them down but supposedly remnants of their experimentation remained, hence Chris' team being dispatched for what is essentially a high profile janitorial job.

It's unknown whether the group were ever successful in the creation of a B.O.W. specimen but if they were it is assumed to be extremely unstable and potentially volatile, hence the necessity for the most experienced man to enter ahead of the others.

However, as Chris continues to turn corners that lead him deeper into the warren of the laboratory there is no sign of anything. There is no scattered paperwork, flipped desks or signs of a rushed escape. It's uncanny and if he didn't know any better it would've been easy to believe that a group was still operating from within the facility. The place is pristine, a discrepancy that would suggest that there isn't a B.O.W. present after all.

When managing weapons of that description it is a consistent pattern that the environment in which they reside becomes a reflection of their instability, in fact it's a pattern that has never once failed. Until now.

Turning another corner he comes across a set of high security doors and the first sign of disrepair. One of the doors, the right, has a large indentation in the metal as if something had been smashed into it with a significant amount of force, more than most can manage to execute. The damage has shattered the doors locking system and made it easy for Chris to enter with his weapon raised and ready for the worst.

The room ahead was a small square chamber with all white walls and hazard gear hanging on hooks either side of him, the floor was similar to that of a cattle grid and in front of him was another set of doors that too had been smashed through.

A lump formed in his throat and the steady pounding of his heart hastened, a pearl of sweat forming on his temple. Whatever it was that these doors were attempting to contain must surely have breached containment and the thought largely unsettled Chris, because if it wasn't in here, it was out there and tracking it down would prove to be impossible.

He took a deep breath and engaged his earpiece, keeping his tone reflectively calm. "Potentially coming up on a subject. Standby and be ready to enter the facility."

Chris sneaked through the second set of doors with extreme caution, taking each step slowly and silently. This subsection of the lab consisted of four chambers and a central corridor that continued in the same gridded floor ahead of him. There were two of the large chambers on each side of the space that mimicked that of cells but instead of any bars a thick glass wall kept them sealed with another high security door on the back wall of each. They were all perfectly intact besides one.

The glass wall of the back right hand chamber was shattered, spilling all over the floor with razor-blade-like pieces teetering on the lines of the grates. Chris narrowed his eyes as he approached, combat boots crunching the shards with each step and as he walked around it became clear that only half of the glass partition was smashed, leaving the jagged edges of the other half to be an even bigger hazard than the shattered prices. And through the intact half he could see… A person.

There was nothing monstrous about them, not like Chris had anticipated. By this point he was used to mutated limbs, some like claws or heaving mounds of discoloured flesh, and inky black veins that bulge from the surface of greyed skin but this person looked… Fine. He kept his weapon raised with steady hands and took a step closer, never breaking his line of sight away from them.

They were curled in on themselves, sat on the cell bed with their knees tucked up to their chest and arms wrapped around their shins as if to cradle their body, their head resting on their knees and hair obscuring their face. Chris knocked on the glass.

The echo in the otherwise silent space startled the person, making them jump out of their skin and shuffle backwards on the poor excuse for a bed, cornering themselves in the cell. Chris raised his hand away from his gun, palm bared outward in an attempt to signal good intention.

"Subject sighted. Seems to be a civilian, no signs of any B.O.W. activity found in the facility so far. Wait for further instruction."

They watched him like a hawk as he stepped over the threshold of glass shards that wedged into the thick sole of his boots, each step a dull yet menacing thud that echoed in both of the individuals ears. Chris wasn't sure what to say, where to begin, this type of thing wasn't usually his speciality. He doesn't know what this person has seen, what they've endured, and any word shared could easily be the wrong one. He rolled his shoulders back and lowered his weapon.

"Don't worry." he began naively, his voice echoing off the walls. "I'm not going to hurt you. Can you tell me how you got here?" Their stare never left him but they offered no response, their posture stiff and eyes wild.

"Not one for talking, then. That's alright." Chris took another two paces closer before crouching in an attempt to make himself look less intimidating, but when in full tactical gear with a gun larger than his forearm it's no easy task. He didn't want to scare them into further silence so he instead let the quiet around them settle and left the opportunity open for them to speak if they wished to. In the pause he took his time picking them apart with his gaze.

When their legs fell away from their chest Chris' heart sank, his features softening as his guard came down.

A young woman sat before him with bags under her dulled eyes and trembling hands that laid pliant in her lap, thin clothes clad her body that were no better than hospital scrubs and goosebumps littered her skin to try to bite back the cold. It was an unfortunately familiar sight, a face that should be so bright tarnished by the consequences of others actions. He sighed heavily.

"Please, can you tell me what happened? Why are you in here?" His voice was no louder than a breathy whisper, his shoulders dropped as he tried to rationalise his next best move. He had to first earn her cooperation if he wanted to glean any information about what occurred and why she was seemingly locked up here at some point, or even who she was.

But she shook her head, weak and slow as her split lips parted to mouth the words; 'They told me I shouldn’t.'

His features furrowed with his bemusement, eyes narrowed as he licked his bottom lip with a dart of his tongue, a habit of thought. It took him a second to piece it together with her unwavering stare rushing him but when it clicked he realised he could get somewhere with this.

"Well, they're gone." he began in a gentle tone. "You can talk to me, I'm here to help."

Her hesitation was evident in the way her nose scrunched almost in disdain. She shook her head, balling her hands into fists. A heavy silence fell over them that was only broken when Chris engaged his earpiece again and looked her square in the eyes as he spoke.

"Attempting to remove the civilian from the site. We've got a stubborn one. Be ready to deliver medical assistance once we're out."

She didn't budge but the fire in her eyes dulled as fatigue crept back in, weighing on aching limbs that dragged her down. He wanted to reach out his hand, to place it tenderly on her knee like the slight ministration could even begin to assuage the many burdens that balanced on her shoulders. But professionalism doesn't allow for comfort at the best of times.

It was like a stalemate. Chris had never encountered an individual that refused to cooperate with him, normally they would be desperate to be offered a way out and pluck the chance from his outstretched hand but not this time. He rose to his feet, beginning to fear that he would have to remove her with force he would typically avoid using.

"Look." Her eyes watched his lips attentively. "You don't have to tell me anything, you can speak up when you're ready. But I need to get you out of here. So please, just let me help you and get you somewhere safe." The words hung in the air around them for a moment, suspended as if she needed time to remember what each one meant.

But then her features fell, lips down turned and eyes glossy with the threat of tears.

Her head dropped and she nodded defeatedly.

"Thank you." Chris sighed with relief, reaching over his shoulder to secure his gun on his back. "C'mon. I'll carry you." When he took a step forward to approach her she all but flinched, her head turned away and arm raised as if anticipating a strike. His stomach dropped and he couldn't help the sound of disappointment that passed his lips.

"Hey." he spoke softly, truly out of his depth here. "None of that, it's okay. You can trust me." He took another slow step and brought his hand to her wrist, coaxing her arm down while her pulse pounded rapidly beneath his fingertips. But his was beating just as fast.

"There, I've got you." His arm snaked around the back of her shoulders and his large hand came to rest on her upper arm, the warmth of his touch all encompassing but unnervingly uncommon to her. The other arm hooked under her knees and with well practised strength Chris was able to easily lift her into his hold, though her posture remained stiff and she refused to rest an arm around his shoulders to steady herself.

"Hold tight." he said regardless as he stepped over the shards of glass, the sharp crunch making her flinch further into him. They had a long way to go but in the back of his mind Chris knew the BSAA would not show her the patience that would be necessary to coax her into being comfortable enough to talk about what may have happened here.

That's one thing he can't stand about their code of operations, they act hastily and cause harm in the path of seeking answers. If he could help it Chris will want to keep charge of this situation, to take care of this woman himself and show her the leniency she needs. Luckily having worked his way up divisions should allow for that.

Though, as they walked and his eyes darted between her and the obstacles ahead, trying to remember his way through the corridors of the lab, he noticed a small bandage on the inside of her elbow. It was still mostly white like it was new though the bottom left corner was beginning to peel away from the skin. Only the centre was discoloured but not by the dulled red of dry blood. Instead, it was a kind of murky black that almost seemed purple when she turned and caught the light.

He narrowed his eyes and his stride slowed, each step echoing off the walls. Chris had feared this but at the same time he'd understood the likelihood, her being completely unscathed was an impossibility and even he knew not to blindly hope for it.

Keeping this a secret from the other teams, however, would certainly bring his authority into question. They know him and his team have been sent to investigate a potential B.O.W. so he can't bring her in without suspicion following closely at her heels, they'll want to study her, as will he, but their methods will be most unkind by comparison.

She must be his sole responsibility from now on.

As soon as Chris stepped out into the daylight with her in his arms the majority of the team sprung to their feet and hurried over, prepared to intervene. But he turned his shoulder to them and protectively pulled her closer against his chest, only to be met with puzzled looks.

"I've got this one. Go on ahead and keep looking around inside. There doesn't seem to be any hostiles so you're safe to proceed.”

The armed men exchange unreadable looks but no one questions Chris.

"Yes, boss. But what about the med-kit?" one asks with a not-so-confident tone. They're all staring at her in her sullied state and Chris doesn't fail to notice the way she hunches in on herself again, shaking in his arms. He strides past them with unwavering confidence, headed for the humvee parked a few metres away. 

"I said I've got it. Pass me the kit and follow the others." Chris haphazardly opens the rear door of the vehicle and ducks his head to delicately place the woman down on the seat, his arm carefully withdrawing from under her knees so he can take the kit in its green tin. But when he goes to step away there's suddenly arms around his neck, weakly anchoring him down. He freezes, awestruck.

The team member holding the med-kit awkwardly places it by the wheel of the humvee and staggers backwards.

"Good luck with that one, boss." And within thirty seconds Chris is alone with her as she bunches the nape of his tactical shirt up in her fists. He keens down and loops a strong arm around her, dwarfing her by comparison and not daring to speak, instead holding his breath without realising.

After a moment she relaxes and smooths her hands back around his shoulders. "Thank you." she mumbles, quiet as a mouse with a voice so scratchy from an undetermined period of misuse.

His heart is beating so fast and echoing in his ears like something foreboding, a type of nervousness he thought he'd grown immune to. But it's too loud.

Chris doesn't hear her gratitude. Not this time.

celebration masterlist || the typewriter

you heard a familiar laugh echo down the hallway, and butterflies swarmed your belly when you saw the CEO, Chris Evans walk into your line of sight with your boss. you ducked into the break room before he could see you, and started making the coffee. you held your breath as you heard your boss's heels clicking against the linoleum floor, past the break room and into her office.

you mentally cursed and braced yourself against the counter as you waited for the pot to finish, realizing Chris would still be in there when you went to go give it to her. the pot finished, and you poured it in her favourite mug, followed by 2 creams and one sugar.

you took a few deep breaths and headed out of the break room. you could see the two of them talking, and you knocked on the door. normally you wouldn't since your boss hated it, but the CEO was in there, and you didn't want to be berated or fired.

"come in, y/n!" your boss said in her cheery voice, and with a shaky breath you entered the room. you gave Chris a small smile, which he returned. you could feel his gaze on you as you handed your boss her coffee, and asked if she needed anything right away.

she shook her head, but handed you some papers in a manila folder. "Mark should be in now, and he's expecting these. can you run them up for me?" she asked, sipping her coffee. you nodded, and turned the other way. you gave Chris a smile and a curt nod, before you were scurrying out of the room and down the hallway into the elevator. you faced your bosses office as you hit level 7, where Marks office was, before looking out into the hallway. you saw Chris's eyes on you, and you smiled, your eyes darting down to your feet.

back in her office, your boss Melissa noticed Chris's interest in you.

"her names y/n," she said, and Chris gave her a confused look. "i've known you since high school, i know what that look means, Chris."

Chris cleared his throat, red dusting his cheeks. he adjusted his suit jacket and tie before he answered. "how old is she?"

"21." your boss said, smirking behind her coffee cup when Chris glanced back into the hallway and licked his lips.

"that's young. does she have any office experience?" he asked, and Melissa hummed before reaching behind her and pulling out your file.

"no, but she did go to college for Business Management, and she is currently enrolled in Bentley for Psychology." she said, and Chris's eyebrows raised.

"smart girl, is she?"

Melissa chuckled. "insanely smart. she's young, but a hard worker, and a fast learner. she had never used Excel before working here, and she got the hang of it in 20 minutes. she's better at it than me, so whenever you get a spreadsheet from me, that's all her handiwork."

Chris nodded and took the file Melissa handed him. he flipped through the pages. "wow, she is smart. graduated top of her class from Boston University, honour roll there and in high school, originally from [home state/country], working towards a Ph.D in Psychology. smart girl is an understatement."

Melissa nodded as she saw you come back and take a seat at your desk, checking your work email before getting to work.

"i don't think she'll be my assistant for long. she's better suited for a higher up job." Melissa commented. "she's already working her butt off, and she got here 5 minutes before me." she motioned to the window, and Chris watched in admiration as your fingers were flying across the keyboard answering questions.

"yeah, i'd start looking for a new assistant." Chris said, and Melissa laughed.

"you want her for yourself?"

Chris nodded, a fierce blush spreading across his cheeks. "is it bad if i say yes? my assistant is transferring to the Washington branch, and i have yet to interview anyone."

Melissa smiled fondly, looking between the two of you.

"she's all yours, then. as long as i can keep her as babysitter, because she's great at that too."

Chris chuckled. "now why doesn't that surprise me?"

you were busy answering emails when your phone rang. you picked it up.

"hello?"

"hey, y/n, can you come in here for a second?" Melissa asked.

"of course." you answered before hanging up your phone, and walking in the office.

"y/n, this is Chris Evans, CEO of A Starting Point," she said, and you smiled, accepting Chris's outstretched hand. you tried not to shiver as tingles ran throughout your body at the contact of skin.

"nice to meet you, sir." you said quietly, and he gave you a warm smile.

"you too, y/n."

20 minutes later, and you were walking out of the office in shock. your boss had told you that Chris had been observing you while you worked, and made the decision that you would be better suited as his assistant. he'd reviewed your file, praised you for your education and work ethics, and you were starting Monday as his assistant.

Chris had wanted you to stay with Melissa until she found a replacement, but Melissa insisted she could hire someone in two days, and if she couldn't, she could make do without an assistant for a little while.

you were shocked, to say the least. as much as you loved Chris, you never applied for this job with the intent of getting closer to Chris. you loved the work that ASP did, and you wanted to make a difference in the world.

you were shocked, but insanely happy, and you knew deep down that this would be the job for you. you almost considered dropping out of college, but that thought only lasted a few seconds before you were reminded just how much you loved Psychology. maybe you could even wow Chris with a few Psych facts.

...for friendship reasons, of course.

Contains: smut, porn with plot, office sex, unprotected piv, fingering, slight f masturbation, oral (f receiving), breast/nipple play, hickeys, soft!dom! work rival!chris x sub!fem work rival!reader

I built The Elysian from the ground up, a name that breathed luxury and left competitors restless. In New York’s hotel world, my reputation spoke for itself. People called me demanding, perfectionist, and even cold. I didn’t mind. They could call me whatever they wanted, as long as they couldn’t call me second best.

When I caught my reflection in the elevator doors that morning, I looked exactly how I needed to. Hair tied back, tailored black dress, expression calm and unreadable. My assistant had just confirmed I’d finally secured a meeting with one of Tokyo’s most influential businessmen. Months of negotiations had led to this moment.

Fifty luxury suites. That was what he wanted to buy in New York. And I was going to make sure they were mine. It wasn’t just another deal. It was the deal.

The elevator doors opened on the ground floor, where my driver was already waiting. “Good morning, ma’am.” he greeted, holding the car door open.

“Morning.” I replied, stepping in. The city stretched around me as we pulled into traffic, sunlight spilling between the high-rises. I ran through my mental checklist: key talking points, projections, and proposals. Every detail was prepared. Every word specifically chosen. Every reason The Elysian should be his only choice.

The meeting was only ten minutes away, and I arrived with two minutes to spare, as always. The driver rounded the car to open my door, and I stepped out, smoothing down the hem of my dress. The hotel was an architectural marvel: steel, glass, and arrogance in physical form. I could respect that.

Inside, I strode towards the elevators, pressed the button, and exhaled slowly. Showtime.

The doors slid open. I stepped in and hit the button for the top floor. They were just beginning to close when they suddenly stopped… and then reopened.

I looked up, and my stomach tightened when I saw him.

Chris Sturniolo.

He stepped through the doors wearing a tailored black suit, looking as infuriatingly composed as ever. A familiar hint of amusement tugged at his mouth.

“Well,” he said easily. “Didn’t expect to see you here.”

I tilted my head, eyes narrowing. “What the hell are you doing here?”

“Business meeting.” he replied. “Important one.”

“With who?”

He met my gaze, and in a smooth and casual tone, the kind that could cut, he answered. “Yamaha Fukuzo.”

I laughed once, short and sharp. “Nice bluff. I’m meeting him right now.”

“Funny,” he said, a ghost of a smile forming. “He told me the same thing.”

The elevator chimed before I could respond. As the doors opened, I stepped out first, heels clicking against the marble floor.

If Mr. Fukuzo thought he could play us both, he was about to find out exactly who he was dealing with.

The boardroom was minimalist and immaculate, all glass and steel. The kind of place where deals were made quietly but carried weight for years.

When I entered, the man I’d been chasing meetings with for months stood to greet me, his expression warm.

“Ah, you must be from The Elysian. So nice to finally meet you, Miss.” he said, his accent thick but clear.

I offered a polite smile and stepped forward, shaking his hand. “It’s an honour to finally meet you. Thank you for making the time.”

“Of course, of course. Please, have a seat.”

The table stretched long and glossy across the room, sunlight pouring in through the floor-to-ceiling windows. I slid into one of the leather chairs, setting my folder neatly in front of me. Every move precise. Every breath measured.

And then the door clicked open again.

“Mr. Sturniolo.” The Japanese businessman greeted him with equal enthusiasm.

My grip tightened around my pen. I didn’t have to look over my shoulder to know he was smirking. I forced my expression to be neutral, though irritation clawed at my composure.

“Pleasure to meet you, sir.” Chris said, his voice calm, professional, and completely unfazed.

“Please, sit.” Mr. Fukuzo said, gesturing towards the table. “We have lots to discuss.”

Chris took the seat directly across from me. My pulse thudded once, sharp and irritated.

I crossed my legs and straightened in my chair, posture perfect. “Mr. Fukuzo, if I may… I have a question.” I began, my voice calm.

“Yes, of course.” he nodded expectantly.

“Have I been misinformed? I was under the impression this discussion would be between just you and I. Why is Mr. Sturniolo here?”

“Ah, yes.” he said with an apologetic smile. “That’s what I was just about to explain. Your hotels are among the most successful in New York. Both highly regarded. I’ve reviewed each proposal carefully and, frankly, I find myself unable to choose.”

He laughed lightly, but I didn’t. My expression stayed even. Inside, I was already running through possible outcomes and counterarguments.

“So,” he continued, folding his hands on the table. “I thought it would be best if we discuss things together.”

I leaned forward slightly, voice steady. “I appreciate the transparency. I still believe that The Elysian is the ideal match for your vision. Our partnerships are built on precision and trust, and my team ensures every promise is delivered flawlessly.”

“Of course.”

“With all due respect, Mr. Fukuzo and…” Chris’s eyes flicked towards me briefly. “Your company’s work is impressive, but your investment would be better placed with mine. The Sturniolo Group offers an unmatched global reach. Our name alone draws international attention. If your goal is visibility, that’s something we specialize in.”

I slowly turned my head towards Chris. “Visibility doesn’t guarantee loyalty.” I said softly. “Clients might arrive for the name, but they stay for the experience. That’s something you can’t fake.”

The businessman chuckled, seemingly amused by the quiet tension weaving through the air. “You both make excellent points.” he nodded. “Miss, The Elysian has also been performing remarkably well for domestic clientele, isn’t that right?”

“You’re correct.” I straightened my posture, smiling. “In the last two years alone, several high-profile figures have chosen to stay with us. The experience we deliver speaks for itself.”

Mr. Fukuzo laughed again, looking between us. “Do you now see why I’m so conflicted? Both of you make very compelling points.” He paused, folding his hands. “Perhaps there’s a compromise that benefits both parties.”

My heart sank before he even said it.

“I propose splitting the offer evenly.”

I blinked once, my jaw tightening. “You mean, share the deal?”

“Yes,” he said, still smiling kindly. “It isn’t what I initially planned, but it’s the only fair way forward. You’re both incredibly young and successful. I wouldn’t want either of you to lose from this.”

Chris nodded immediately, easygoing as ever. “That sounds reasonable to me.”

Of course it did.

I forced a polite smile. “If that’s what you think is best.”

“Wonderful.” he said, clearly pleased as he reached for the documents. “I’ll have the contracts finalized by the end of the day.”

I thanked him, shaking his hand once more before gathering my belongings and standing. Chris rose too, his movements far less unhurried.

As we left the room, the door closing behind us, my irritation hadn’t softened in the slightest.

The elevator waited at the end of the hallway. The moment we stepped inside, I turned to him. “I can’t believe you agreed to it.”

“So did you.” he said smoothly.

“Well yes, because I wasn’t going to lose everything to you. I had to agree to that ridiculous deal just to get something out of it.” I pinched the bridge of my nose, exhaling sharply. “Fuck.”

“You don’t seem too happy about sharing.”

I turned towards him again, arms folding instinctively. “Because I’m not.”

“Still, you got half.”

“Half.” I repeated. “Not exactly my idea of winning.”

He shrugged lightly. “Sometimes winning means not losing.”

“Is that what you tell yourself to sleep at night?”

His lips curved, amused. “You always take things so personally.”

“Because I actually care about what I build.” I shot back. “Not everything’s a game.”

“You seem a bit too stressed.”

“Because I am, dammit.” I glared at him. “And how the fuck are you so okay with this? We’re competitors, remember?”

“This was just one deal.” he shrugged nonchalantly. “I get offers like this every day.”

I scoffed in response. “You think I’m overreacting, don’t you?”

“I never said that.”

“Look, don’t get it twisted. I get business offers just as much as you do. The only difference is that I like to win the entire deal, and not split it up like its slices of fucking pizza.”

“Alright.” He simply smiled, facing the elevator doors again.

I rolled my eyes, his calm demeanor only further fueling my annoyance.

The elevator chimed, the doors sliding open again. I stepped out first, refusing to spend another moment near him.

Right as I was about to exit the building, Chris stopped in his tracks just before the doors. “Come over to my office and we’ll have a drink. We should celebrate.”

“I’m good.” I said with a forced laugh, for him to even have the audacity to offer. “Thanks.”

“Oh, come on. It’s good news for the both of us. One drink won’t kill you.”

I hesitated. He was right. It was technically good news. And maybe a drink would make the sting a little duller.

“Fine.” I said quietly.

He smiled, gesturing towards the sleek black car waiting by the curb.

And before I could talk myself out of it, I followed Chris outside.

The black car waited by the curb, its engine low and steady. Chris opened the door, his hand resting lightly on the frame as he looked at me.

“After you.”

I hesitated for half a second before sliding inside. The leather was cold against the back of my legs, and the faint scent of cedar and something darker filling the space. He followed in after me, settling beside me with just enough distance between us to keep it professional.

The city blurred past the tinted windows as we pulled into traffic. I leaned back, eyes fixed on the skyline, letting silence fill the air. My mind should’ve been replaying numbers, projections, and the conversation with Mr. Fukuzo. Instead, it circled back to the man sitting next to me.

Chris was quiet, his gaze focused out the opposite window. The light from passing buildings cut sharp lines across his profile. From this close, I could see the tiny details that annoyed me more than they should’ve. He always looked so calm, unbothered, and effortless.

I turned away, pretending to watch the streets. The sound of the engine filled the silence.

My attention drifted back to him despite myself. His hands rested loosely in his lap, fingers long and marked with a few silver rings. There was even a silver chain bracelet on his wrist that slightly peeked out from underneath his sleeve. I followed the motion as he adjusted his cuff, veins shifting under his skin.

Then his voice broke through the quiet. “You done staring?”

My head snapped up. “Huh?”

He turned to me fully now, a smirk tugging at his mouth. “I said, you done staring?”

Heat pricked the back of my neck. “Oh. Sorry.”

“I didn’t mind,” he shrugged, his grin deepening.

I rolled my eyes, forcing my focus back out the window, but my uneven pulse betrayed me.

The car slowed to a stop as we approached another building, glass and steel rising above the street. I reached for the door handle, but Chris was faster, stepping out and circling around to open it for me.

I stepped out, adjusting the crease in my dress as I glanced up at the building. “So this is where you plan to ‘celebrate’?”

He smiled faintly. “You’ll like it.”

“I doubt that.”

“But you still came.” His voice was low and steady, just enough to make my breath hitch for a second.

I didn’t give him the satisfaction of replying.

Instead, I followed him inside and towards the elevator, dreading another ride in a compact space with him within the same day.

When we arrived onto the floor Chris had pressed for earlier, the doors slid open to a reception area. The lobby was quiet at this hour, only the faint hum of conversation coming from the reception desk. The woman behind it greeted us with a polite smile before returning to her phone call.

I followed him down the hallway, heels sinking slightly into the thick carpet. Every few steps, I caught the subtle scent of his cologne lingering in the air… clean, smooth, and expensive. Chris stopped at the end of the corridor and pushed open the last door on the left.

The office was sleek and masculine, all black and silver. A wide window stretched across one wall, with the city lights spilling in through the glass. The furniture was modern, minimalist, and every piece deliberate.

“Nice place.” I said, taking it in.

“Thank you.” he replied easily, already heading towards a small bar tucked in the corner. He opened a bottle of wine, a faint pop filling the quiet.

I moved towards the desk and took a seat across from it, legs crossing out of habit. My back straightened automatically, the same posture I kept in every meeting. 

He walked over a moment later and handed me a glass. “Here you go.”

“Thank you.”

Chris leaned against the edge of his desk instead of sitting down, one ankle crossed over the other, his glass held loosely in his hand. The city skyline glowed behind him.

He took a sip, then looked at me. “Tell me something.”

I swirled the wine in my glass. “Yes?”

“Work stress you out?”

While taking a sip, I looked at him and raised an eyebrow. I slowly pulled the glass away and tilted my head to the side. "Why do you ask?”

“Just asking.” he shrugged. “You always seem so tense. Like you’re one bad email away from ripping someone’s head off.” he chuckled to himself and went to take another sip.

I gave a short, humorless laugh and took a slow sip before setting the glass down. “I enjoy my job, thank you very much. I just happen to get pissed if someone gives me a reason to.”

“Do your employees hate you? You seem like the worst boss to have around.”

“Excuse me?” I shot back, half amused and half offended. “No one hates me, okay? They might be terrified of me though. There’s a difference. And I know when to tone it down when I need to.”

“If you say so.” He took another sip, that familiar smirk tugging at his lips as if teasing me was his new favorite pastime. Then he lowered the glass, his tone suddenly quieter. “When's the last time you had sex?"

The question caught me off guard. “Excuse me?” I put my glass down and shot up from my seat, my eyes enraged with anger.

"Offended?" he smirked. "Damn, it must've been a long time then."

My pulse spiked. “You have no right to ask me something like that.” I stomped over to him huffing out a breath. The heat of irritation replaced the calm I’d fought to keep all evening. “Whatever image you’ve built of me in your head, keep it there.”

Chris put his glass down also and stood up, looking into my eyes. He took a step forward which caused his chest to brush up against mine. Before I could step away, Chris held me at the small of my back, keeping me in place. "But I'm truly concerned about you." he whispered, fanning my face with his breath.

I swallowed hard and tried to push him away from me but I couldn't do it, so I remained still.

"How long has it been since a gorgeous woman like you got fucked the way you deserve to?" he husked, making my cheeks bloom with heat. "Tell me." His voice was low, almost pleading, as his fingers traced slow, lazy circles along my spine.

"E–Eight months." I replied in a whisper, completely mortified.

"That's a shame. You deserve better than that." Chris said, making me involuntarily release a quiet whimper.

Chris stilled for a moment and then suddenly pulled away as he walked over to his desk, making me feel disappointed from the absence of his heat. He pressed a button on the landline machine which then caused a woman's voice to speak up.

"Yes, Mr. Sturniolo?"

"Am I scheduled for anything soon?"

"No, sir. Not for another two hours."

"Alright, thank you. If anything does come up, please handle it. I'm in a very important meeting and I would not like to be interrupted."

"As you wish, sir."

"Thank you." Chris let go of the button and went to the door to lock it. He then came back to me. He held me by the hips and pulled me against him, stealing my breath away. "Can I?" he asked, leaning towards me and whispered into my ear.

I felt a chill travel down my spine. I couldn't even think straight anymore. A part of me wanted to slap him across his face and stomp out of his office, while another wanted myself sprawled across his desk with nothing but my stockings and heels on. I was so desperate to be taken by someone. I hadn't had any intimate contact with a man for more than half a year and that was driving me up a wall. I was so desperate to be touched, that I didn't even care if the man that got under my skin, could commit the deed for me.

I didn't bother saying anything in reply but instead wrapped my arms around Chris' neck and pressed my lips to his. Chris kissed me harder and deeper, tilting his head to the side. He held me tight but firm, by the hip with one hand and with the other he cupped the side of my face. His tongue slipped past my lips, making me slowly open up for him, and coaxed a moan out of me when his tongue slid against mine. My arms unhooked from Chris' neck and my palms rested against his chest, feeling his fast, but steady pulse from underneath.

I grabbed the collar of his blazer and wrapped my leg around his causing the hem of my dress to bunch up, as I began to grind myself against his thigh. I felt the hard ridge of his arousal pressing back, as he gripped my thigh to hold me in place. I knew he could tell he felt just how soaked I already was, from the wet heat emitting from where I made contact.

Chris broke the kiss first and moved towards my neck to begin peppering kisses down the length of it. He nipped at the skin and then soothed it with the run of his tongue. I moaned as a bloom of pleasure spread through me and my hips continued to buck against his, still frustratingly separated by a few layers of fabric. Not wanting to deprive a woman in desperate need, Chris slowly put my leg down and pulled his hips back just enough for him to slide a hand up my dress, down the waistband of my underwear, and to my aching slit, which was already soaked and slick with anticipation.

After just a stroke up and down my swollen lips, gathering moisture, he let a finger slip inside. My fleshy walls clenched around his thick middle finger, as I threw my head back in pleasure and let out a strained breath, my eyes shutting tightly. “O–Ohh fuck!”

His long finger stroked me gently as his thumb rubbed at the tender nub. I began to shudder when I felt two more fingers slide in me, and gasped out loud when I felt Chris plunge his fingers deeper. He started rhythmically twisting his fingers and moving them in and out of me. They slid smooth and fast, as he gradually surged deeper and deeper inside, opening me up further. Then Chris abruptly stopped, and pulled his hand out which went directly into his mouth to wipe his fingers clean, making me whimper in disappointment but nevertheless aroused to see him brazenly taste me like that.

"No need to frown, darling." Chris smiled, running the pad of his thumb against my lower lip. "I just want you to get comfortable, alright?"

"Alright." I urgently nodded, as I tried to regain my breath and brace myself for what else awaited me.

Chris' mouth found mine again and began to kiss me greedily as his hand went to my back to unzip the dress. I was able to slightly taste myself off his tongue, which made me want Chris to taste me again… but this time properly.

He slowly peeled the dress off my body, the suspense making me grow more impatient. So instead I pulled away, letting the fabric fall instantly and pool around my feet. Chris was left speechless as he took me in completely, moaning softly. Under my dress, I was clad in a full black lingerie set: a sheer corset cupping my breasts just right, a scant bikini that barely covered anything, and matching black thigh-high stockings that accentuated my legs perfectly.

"Fucking hell." Chris breathed. "I'm pissed I didn't fuck you sooner."

I let out a chuckle and shook my head. "Well, make up for it now, then."

And he did.

Chris took me in his arms again and kissed me. My arms went around his neck and pressed my tongue against his, as Chris reached around to give my ass a tight squeeze. I pressed myself into him, as I began to undo the buttons of his blazer. I quickly slid the material off of him with his help, and then worked to remove the neatly tucked in shirt next. I was left in complete awe and lust, when my eyes met his perfectly sculpted body. Smooth, warm, and absolutely no imperfections whatsoever.

“You’ve got to be kidding me.” I groaned, biting my lip, shamelessly staring.

Chris chuckled before taking me by surprise, making me squeal, when he wrapped his hands around my thighs and lifted me up. He spun us around and placed me onto his desk, causing me to shiver from the cold press on my bare legs. He laid me down on my back as he began to kiss me again, making my legs bent at the knee and my heels propped up against the surface of his desk. Chris then peeled off my underwear past my legs and tossed them aside carelessly.

He glanced at the newly exposed area, my dripping folds, aching to be taken by his mouth. He then looked back up at me, stifling a groan, “You’re fucking perfect.” I watched in anticipation, breathing hard through my nose as I bit my lip. His words alone could have me come, if he tried hard enough.

Without any warning, Chris eased his first finger into me, and then his middle finger again, making me moan out loud from how tender I already was. I arched my back off the table and spread my legs even further as I started to slowly ride his fingers, wanting him deeper inside of me.

Chris then suddenly pulled out his fingers and without giving me a second to react, he dived into me with his tongue, making me squirm and cry in bliss from the transition of his thick fingers to his warm, wet tongue. He licked a stripe down my slit and then rubbed the tip of his tongue a little harder against my clit. He moved his tongue up and down, tracing the outline of my slit, running his tongue along the lips, as he alternated by also attending my tender spot occasionally. Chris opened his mouth wider and pushed his tongue inside, flicking at the inside of my walls as he soothed my thighs with the run of his warm hands.

Chris then stretched the slit open with his fingers and tongued me deep inside as I grinded my hips, quietly moaning. He began to flick his tongue rapidly, and he brought it out again to give my throbbing clit some attention too. Chris repeatedly lapped at it as I gasped from the wave of pleasure that was slowly building and washing over me. He continued this sweet torture until I began to tremble, my breaths shortened, and my cries grew louder. Then suddenly I was overcome with a violent orgasm that had me coming straight into Chris' mouth, taking every drop with his tongue like a true starved man. Chris helped with riding out my euphoria until my body fell limp against the desk.

"H–Holy shit." I stammered, as I tried to regain my breath.

Chris pulled his head away from between my thighs, his mouth and chin glistening, and slid up my spent body as he nuzzled his face into my neck. His hands resting upon the desk on either side of me, he asked, "You okay?".

"Mhm." Was all I could say, nodding. My lips were pursed tight as I heavily breathed through my nose once I started to feel him beginning to kiss my neck again. When I felt his hands starting to roam across my corset, my body froze still.

"Relax." he whispered against my ear, as he soothed his hand over my tensed torso.

I obliged and sighed, softening in reaction to his touch and words. "Go ahead." I breathed, giving him the permission to undress me even further.

As Chris' lips continued to plant gentle kisses upon the patch of my skin on my neck, his fingers began to unlatch the hooks that were sewn into the lingerie. As he did so, his mouth began to slowly move south, and his kisses led a path starting from my neck, down my cleavage, and ending at my stomach, as each hook came undone. Placing one last kiss on my navel, Chris pulled apart the corset and to help him further, I slightly arched my back, as he pulled the constricting lace fabric off my body and tossed it aside. I laid down flat on my back and completely submitted my nude body to the man in front of me, who was ravenously staring back.

A smirk curved onto my lips as I watched how Chris was staring at me speechless, while biting his lip. His eyes were everywhere but on my eyes. I gently reached forward and wrapped my hands around his wrists, which finally caught his attention and looked up at me expectantly. I brought each of his hands over the swell of my breasts, and clamped my own down over his, and gave his hands and my breasts a harsh squeeze, making me release a quiet moan as my head tipped back. "Touch me, Chris." I whimpered, my voice heavy with lust. "Fuck me... please."

Watching me beg for him like this on his desk, made Chris elicit a groan and mutter a curse. At once, he began to knead my breasts with his palms, not even attempting to be gentle while doing so. My hands fell from Chris' and went towards my hair to rake my fingers through it, after I undid my bun. My fingers combed through the strands, as breathless moans left me urging Chris to continue his delicious torture.

Chris' hands constantly squeezed and rubbed harshly, and then the tips of his index finger and thumb pinched my sensitive erect nipples, making me gasp out loud.

"Oh, God. Yes." I moaned out loud.

As one of Chris' fingers and thumb continued to assault my taut nipple, the other one was momentarily left untouched before he roughly grabbed my other breast and latched his mouth onto the nipple. My body squirmed instinctively and my sex’s throbbing intensified, feeling heavily clouded with arousal.

He sucked on it, rolling and sliding his warm tongue all over it, and then even gave it a teasing bite. Chris then moved over to the other nipple and toyed with it with the same amount of attention, as he continued to knead the other, making sure his hands and mouth were all over my chest at all times. I was slowly losing myself again to his touch as I panted and writhed underneath him. By the time Chris was done, my nipples were equally red and bruised. He moved his mouth a little further up and sunk his teeth into the flesh of my left breast, until he marked me as I cried out in pain and pleasure.

Chris pulled back, with him hovering right above me, and gazed at the markings his mouth left on me. Seeing the dark red and slightly purple bruises on me made him wickedly smile… the bastard was so pleased with his work and himself

Seeing him look so impressed with his work on me, it made me smile as well. I reached forward and titled his chin up so he could look at me instead. "How do I look?" I asked, raising a brow.

"Perfect. Just perfect."

Chuckling to myself, I sat up with my legs dangling off the edge of the desk. My smile vanished as I set my hands upon Chris' well built chest, as his hands settled on my waist. Every inch of him was sculpted into perfection. Each curve of his body was moulded perfectly, making him look much more magnificent than he did when he had clothes on.

My hands slowly trailed down his hard chest as my lips followed, planting a trail of open-mouthed kisses and kitten licks. Hearing him exhale a heavy sigh, I continued further down, as my hands went towards the waistband of his pants. I didn't waste a single moment to undo Chris' belt and the buttons, along with the zipper of his pants. I pulled my mouth away and looked down to pull the pants off his waist, quite obviously getting impatient now.

"Take them off. And hurry up." I demanded.

A deep chuckle left him but he obliged and slipped off his shoes first, to help himself in removing his pants faster. Chris' patience was running thin as well as he swiftly tore off both the layers that were constricting his strained cock. As he stood there in front of me completely bare, I inhaled sharply and swallowed deeply as I stared at his thick, erect length, which was ready to fuck me.

To show him I was eagerly waiting for him to make a move, I brought my legs up and spread them apart as wide as I could, resting my heels against the desk as I held myself up with just my elbows. I couldn't stop staring at his shaft, which was glistening at the tip, as I grew more and more needy for him. To help soothe the ache between my legs, I reached down to my clit and began to rub myself, as Chris watched utterly mesmerized. A strained breath left the both of us as I watched his cock twitch and he watched me get myself off to him.

Chris' chest heaved with each stroke that I pleasured myself with. Once my breath started to shorten and my moans got louder, he knew I was very close to my release because he abruptly grabbed my hand to stop me.

"Why?" I whined, looking up at him but my tongue fell slack. Chris was staring at me with his eyes now dark and his jaw clenched tight.

Chris didn't say anything in reply but instead made me lie down completely flat and urgently captured my mouth with his, kissing me messily as his restraint began to fray. He held my hands down with his own and brought them above my head. I moaned against him from the pressure he exerted upon me, absolutely relishing in it.

Chris then took me by surprise as he held my legs and threw them over his shoulders. And without any warning, he began to run the moist head of his cock against my quivering slit.

"Oh, fuck!" I pulled away, and cried out loud from the friction I felt against my sensitive sex caused by Chris repeatedly running his tip over me, making him stick and slide from the milky moisture leaking from the both of us. 

Then he locked his lips with mine again before thrusting his entire self into me, making me whimper out loud against him. My eyes shut tight as I tried to adjust to his size. Chris stood motionless as he gave me a chance to settle around him, strained breaths leaving the both of us.

"God, you're so tight." he groaned, as he slowly pulled out until only the head was buried between my lips. "Are you okay?" he then asked, knowing it had been a while since someone had penetrated me.

"I–I'm fine." I replied, my voice trembling. To further assure him and to have him be buried deep within my folds again, I reached up and wound my arms around his neck to pull him down against me, and kissed him hard.

Seeing I was holding up just fine, he eased into me again as my walls clamped tightly around his length. He began to pump into me hard and deep at a very slow speed, but eventually picked up his pace and I began to rock my hips against him too, meeting him thrust for thrust.

Chris let go of my wrists and he instead grasped my waist, holding me down while his thrusts picked up momentum. He was no longer seeking to please me only. He was using my body to chase his release too. Feeling how hard he drove inside of me and how deeply he stroked me from within, made my body feel like it was on fire and was ready to combust at any moment.

Chris then moved his mouth away from mine and rested his face into the crook of my neck and began to kiss, bite, and suck on my skin there. My eyes rolled back and quiet moans which consisted of Chris' name only, left my parted mouth. I wrapped my legs around his waist, which at this angle, caused my clit to keep getting striked by his pubic bone, as he grounded his hips into mine. I quickly locked my ankles behind Chris' back, intensifying the grinding sensation. A broken gasp left me as I felt the pressure I had felt earlier build up inside me again.

Chris picked up speed and rhythm, thrusting against me in just the right way. I bit into his shoulder as the wave of my impending orgasm became too much to bear. Knowing I was close, Chris brought a hand down to where we joined and slid his fingertips into my mound. He gathered the warm, sticky mess nestled between where his cock mercilessly pounded into me, and then smeared it over my clit, where he began to massage the oversensitized bud. I let out a loud groan and various incoherent sounds as I began to writhe against Chris.

"C–Chris… I–I'm close." I whimpered.

To finish off, he thrusted deeper and deeper — varying speeds and angles every so often to tease every ounce of pleasure out of me— as his fingers continued to rub my clit, which was growing stiffer beneath the pads of his fingers. Soon enough, the white, hot burning feeling started to build between my thighs again, as I reached the brink of my climax. With one final, hard thrust from Chris, a scream erupted out of me as an intense orgasm washed over me, making me fall limp under Chris.

Chris was also near to coming undone so he quickly pulled out, releasing himself onto the hardwood floor groaning, as the hot liquid spilled out of him all while he still held me against him.

With both our bodies well spent, Chris held me by wrapping his arms around my bare back and pulled me flat against him. I sighed deeply as I tried to regain my breath and strength. Chris' hands rubbed up and down my back to soothe me as he buried his face into my hair. I placed a soft kiss on his chest before slowly pulling away, as a sated smile took over my lips. I leaned up and kissed Chris on his mouth, as I felt him smile against me.

I then slipped myself off his desk as my chest pressed flatly against Chris'. After sharing one heated glance, I pulled away and began to collect my clothes to dress myself again.

"That was… insane.” I giggled, putting my underwear back. It was possibly the best sex I had ever had in a long while… or ever. But I didn’t need to feed his ego further. “Um, thank you, I guess."

Chris chuckled in reply and nodded, as he watched me stumble across his office gathering my things. “Anytime, beautiful.”

Chris also began to dress himself again and once he slipped on his pants, he turned around to look for his shirt, but instead bumped into me. I was standing fully clothed again, waiting for him to notice me.

"Yes?" he asked, raising his brow and looking at me expectantly.

"Don't think this means I've forgiven you for taking half my deal with Fukuzo." I replied, with a faint smirk on my lips as I rested my hand against his bare chest.

"That's alright. And if I may advise, maybe to help ease your frustration, you're welcome back here anytime… to release some of the pressure." he smoothly replied back.

I chuckled, rolling my eyes. "You wish."

"I don't have to."

I shook my head as I stepped away and grabbed my glass of wine, which miraculously didn't spill over while Chris fucked me, and chugged the remaining contents of it. After placing the glass down, I headed for the door. Before pulling the door open and stepping out of his office, I turned around to face Chris again. I took in the mental image of him standing shirtless in the middle of the room for the future, as I bit my lower lip. I knew very well I was going to be back here very soon.

"Bye." he waved his hand, capturing my attention which he knew very well was preoccupied by staring at his abs.

"Right, bye." I cleared my throat, snapping out of it and finally opening the door.

"Pleasure doing business with you." I heard Chris say aloud behind me, as I turned and walked away. I shook my head to myself as I walked down the hallway. Pleasure doing business indeed, I thought to myself as I gathered my hair and pulled it into a tight, neat bun.

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