His to Preserve

"Hello Sab, did you miss me?, I yelled bursting into my best friend's house trying to get her to wake up

" Sabrina Sanders, wake your grumpy gorgeous ass up" She frowned and threw her pillows at me, I ducked one and let the other hit me. I casually strolled in as she got up squinting against the morning light.

   "Sab, you're not gonna believe who just got a job" I murmured.

She rubbed the sleep from her eyes while sitting up with her eyes wide open. Her suspicion turned to curiosity as she saw the tears well up in my eyes.

"Really Isla, if you're fucking with me I swear to God I'm gonna whoop...no no way, really?"

  "It's true Sab," I murmured, my voice cracking as I held out my phone, the email glowing on the screen. "I got it."

She snatched the phone, her eyes scanning the text. Her voice dropped "Oh my God Isla, I'm so fucking  proud of you my best friend, Thorne and co???, You just got a job at Thorne and Co?" she whispered in disbelief which quickly turned into pure joy.

"Yeah, Sab... I'm going to be working as the historian. The Thorne's Foundation  accreditation review is in  six months and I've been employed to put their records in order, authenticate artifacts and heirlooms for insurance, and also document their history for the next generation."

"Aww...my baby girl".

She pulled me into a bone-crushing hug "We fucking need to celebrate, it's Friday Isla; I strongly recommend some alcohol, clubbing, and serious pounding to that tight little pussy of yours"

A wicked grin spread across my face as she gently tugged on a curl in my hair.

"Firstly, I need to..." I protested.

"No excuses, let's get you something to wear my sexy historian.

NIGHTCLUB:

 The club reeked of sweat, perfume, and vodka, its loudspeakers thrummed through the floor into my bones.

"I'm gonna get another round!" Sab yelled over the music as she weaved around the crowded bar rotating her hips to the beat as she moved. She laughed, flashing me a thumbs-up.

"Don't take too long you horny ass" I retorted.

She giggled and gave me a light shove. "Whatever, go get some dick yourself Isla!"

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It's been thirty minutes since Sab went to get "another round" and my butt feels sore from sitting, so I decided to go on a rescue mission.

The hallway to the restroom was dimly lit and rowdier, The air was also muskier with cigarettes and sweat.

"Watch where you're going, weirdo" A skinny guy yelled groping and grinding on some female.

"Sorry" I muttered 

 "Want some head baby..."A large, sweaty guy with grizzled blonde hair blocked my path, clutching my hand tightly; his breath smelled like beer as he spoke.

"How about some little fun," he slurred.

Panic laced through me "No thank you" I let out, the fear evident in my voice.

"Come on baby" he insisted, pulling me closer, I stumbled backwards and slammed into a hard wall that smelled like sandalwood and expensive whiskey while strong hands shot out to steady me,  with a firm grip.

I looked up to apologize, but was met with ice-blue eyes on perfect jet-black hair, a chiseled face with a sharp jawline, a pointed nose, and day-old stubble on his chin, wondering how that would feel inside my...

  "Earth to young lady, are you alright?" a voice like sin rumbled which did things to my stomach.

"Huhhh..." without thinking I slammed my lips on his.

"You are no fun" Fatty protested as he walked away.

   I shut my eyes as sexy sin deepened the kiss and pulled me against his hardness poking my thighs. I pulled away from the kiss trying to catch my breath as  I gazed into his dark gaze that was filled with primal hunger and intense desire. My steps were unsteady, heels catching on the plush carpet while I was dragged into a quiet dark room.

It was calm with no lighting, except for a single lamp casting shadows on the deep leather sofas.  He looked up, a slow, intrigued smile spreading across his face.

 "Well not so bad for a one-night stand," I thought.

The door clicked shut, closing us in the quiet, intimate space. I stumbled forward, closing the distance between us while pushing him against the posh sofa. Gently placing my hands on the arms of his chair, I leaned over him, my curls brushing his jaw. I saw the look of shock in his eyes, quickly replaced by a dark, hungry heat. He smelled incredibly clean, masculine spice.

"I'm damn good at what I do," I whispered, my lips inches from his ear before I slowly, deliberately, lowered myself into his lap.

He didn't stop me. His free hand came to rest on my hip, not guiding, just holding a silent permission.

"I don't doubt you for a second," he said huskily.

Slowly, I started to grind on his hard tent to a faint beat only I could hear, I rolled my hips against him clumsily. Each action was fueled by alcohol and need, sending thrills all over my body.

His fingers dug into my hip as my hands slid to his shoulders, I felt his powerful muscles tense under his tailored shirt.

I carefully lowered myself again, slowly with rhythm as my soft moans filled the room making him clench his jaw. His eyes were glued to mine, blazing with an intensity that sobered me for a split second. 

Who was this man? I thought.

Despite my newfound curiosity, I slid off his lap, my knees hitting the plush carpet between his legs. I looked at him under my lashes, my fingers touching his belt buckle.

His hand covered mine, stopping. His grip was firm. "You're drunk," he said, his voice a low, rough gravel.

"Nope "I protested, tugging at the buckle. 

I noticed the silent battle he was fighting between decency and pure unadulterated desire. But I guess desire won as he quickly released my hand while his head fell back against the chair with a soft thud as I freed him from his trousers, 

My eyes widened in surprise as his hard dick slapped my face.

"Not what you expected huh" he smirked.

"I'm cooked"...I mumbled but not changing my mind.

I slowly guided him into my mouth, and the groan that ripped from his throat was the most satisfying sound I'd ever heard.

His hand came to rest in my hair, not pushing, just tangling in the curls as I cared for him with my mouth. The quiet lounge was filled with the raw, intimate sounds of his ragged breathing. While I continuously worked with my hands and mouth to make him cum.

The irony was a delicious, private thrill. He had no idea I was the historian hired to handle his family's most precious treasures. And I had no idea the man unravelling beneath my touch was Cade Thorne, my new boss and the owner of the empire I was about to walk into.

It was the perfect scandalous secret. A night that belonged only to us.