12
We made our way back to my desk and Klaus’s office.
The silence was a little uncomfortable.
They have a saying in sales: the first person to speak, loses.
Imagine a salesman is making a pitch to an undecided customer. When the salesman finishes his presentation and asks for the sale, he has to stop talking and wait for an answer. If he says something before the customer does, it looks like he’s desperate for the sale, and we all know how attractive desperation is. Whereas, if the undecided customer says something first, there’s this unspoken balance of power he’s bought into and acknowledged. Psychologically, he’s given the power over to the salesman, which usually results in the customer signing on the dotted line. Whoever speaks first, loses.
In this scenario, I lost.
“You still haven’t said what’s so important about these files that you have to waste a perfectly good Friday night,” I said, if for no other reason than to get the conversation flowing again.
“Actually, I believe I did,” he grinned.
“Oh, that’s right – you’re thinking about buying the company,” I said sarcastically. “How about a real reason?”
He kept grinning. “Well… if I were Klaus, I might say something about it not being any of your business. But since we’re friends, let me put it this way instead: there are things I’m not at liberty to talk about, but you could say I’m the… advance man on a very important business deal, and I wanted to check out some things before we go through with it.”
“The LMGK buyout,” I realized.
He looked surprised. “You know about that?”
I blushed. I wasn’t supposed to know, but…
“Everybody’s been whispering about it the last few weeks. And I’ve seen a few things.”
“Such as?”
“…such as things I’m not at liberty to talk about.”
He laughed. “Touché.”
“But what I haven’t seen is you before.”
Which was true. In all the hush-hush meetings between Everton and LMGK fat cats, I had never once spied Connor. I definitely would have remembered.
He gestured to himself. “Now you have. In the flesh.”
I looked at the tan chest in the unbuttoned V of his shirt and sighed inwardly.
I wish I could see a lot more of Mr. Connor Brooks’ flesh…
We got to my desk, and I rummaged around for the keys to Klaus’s office.
“Hey – ”
I turned around. I was kind of bent over as I looked for the keys, my rear in the air, and I was half-expecting another comment about my ass.
I had mixed feelings about whether I wanted to hear it or not.
But Connor was instead peering intently at the monitor, which I hadn’t shut off when I went downstairs.
“ – are those the numbers for Teramore?”
Oh CRAP.
“Those are confidential,” I said, my chest tightening with fear.
He gave me a sideways look as he bent over and starting scrolling through the report. “Remember, both Klaus and your CEO said you should give me anything I want – oh, wait, is that an inappropriate remark?”
I narrowed my eyes. “I’ll file it under acceptable innuendos,” I said coolly.
He laughed. “Acceptable innuendoes… that’s good…” he trailed off as he paged through the document.
Then his expression grew dour, and he shook his head as he kept staring at the screen. “Bullshit.”
“Excuse me?” I asked, shocked.
He looked at me as though trying to make a decision. “Can I trust you with something, Lily?”
“Uh… I guess…?”
“Yes or no. I don’t want this getting back to Klaus,” he said, very seriously.
Ohhhh man…
I was too curious to say ‘no,’ though.
And Klaus was too big of a jackass for me to pretend I had some kind of loyalty to him.
“Yes.”
Connor ran his hand through his hair. “LMGK already did their own appraisal of Teramore. I told – uh, we convinced Teramore to let you guys make a pass at it, too, to see your numbers and compare how Everton would evaluate the situation.”
“Wait – you mean, this is a test for Everton Consulting?” I asked as I pointed at the monitor.
He nodded.
“It’s not an actual job – it’s just a test?”
“Well, Klaus thinks it’s a job, and Teramore will actually pay the bill as though it were an actual job. But yeah, it’s a test.”
“One we didn’t know we were taking.”
“We didn’t want you to go to more ‘trouble than usual.’ Like how the food critic doesn’t want the restaurant to know when he’s visiting or who he really is.”
“But why – ”
And then all the pieces fell into place.
LMGK was considering purchasing Everton.
And this report was part of their due diligence.
“Oh,” I gasped.
Connor saw that I’d figured it out. “Yup.”
Wow. Just… wow.
Klaus didn’t know he was being evaluated. And that evaluation could potentially influence the entire buyout.
I winced. “I guess we didn’t do so well.”
“No, you didn’t. Your appraisal of the market is waaay off.” He glanced over at me hastily. “Not you, of course – Klaus’s.”
“Well, he always does that,” I said in an off-handed way.
Connor frowned. “What do you mean?”
“I’ve proofed all his reports over the last six months. I have to double-check everything, and, well… he tends to tell the client what they want to hear. Not necessarily reality.”
“Wait – wait, wait, wait,” he said. “Do you know about – ”
And for the next five minutes it was like I was defending a doctoral dissertation.
He asked tons of questions about previous business deals Klaus had done. The thing was, Connor knew details that he shouldn’t have been able to know, and he kept throwing out numbers left and right off the top of his head.
I did my best to keep up. I did okay – when you spend as much time as I do babysitting for Klaus, you have to clean up a lot of messes. I remembered some of them particularly well.
At the end, Connor shook his head. “Incredible.”
“What?”
“That you’re an assistant and not a junior executive, at the very least.”
He looked serious.
I blushed. “Well… it’s nothing really, just what I’ve picked up in the last six – ”
“Stop,” he said, almost angry. “Don’t do that. Don’t be modest; don’t lessen your worth like that. You’re an assistant, but you just showed a better grasp of the big picture than a couple of Harvard MBA’s I’ve hired in the last month. Don’t play it off. It’s damn impressive. You’re damn impressive. Don’t ever make yourself out to be any less than what you really are.”
I was about to swoon.
He was looking deep into my eyes as he said all these things… and that scent, that masculine, intoxicating cologne, was making my head swim…
“It’s also a little sad,” he finished up, which jolted me out of my reverie.
“What is?” I asked, taken aback.
“That a woman like you is working for an idiot like Klaus. The situation should be reversed – and if it were, I would hope you’d fire his ass.”
I grinned. “In a New York second.”
He leaned in a little bit. My grin faded as my vision went woozy again.
“I see so much potential in you, Lily… a huge future. Somebody who could really go out there and kick some ass. Smart, capable, funny, charming…”
He paused, and the barest hint of a smile played at the corner of his mouth.
“…beautiful, if it’s not inappropriate to say that again…”
My heart skipped three beats this time.
He leaned in closer.
“It’s too bad you’re such a doofus.” And with that, he broke into a huge grin.
I snapped up straight, totally jerked out of the spell. “What?! I am not!”
And then, because I didn’t really know what he meant, I asked, “…what exactly do you mean by ‘doofus’?”
“Somebody who, either out of a lack of intelligence – which isn’t your problem – or a deficit of self-esteem, sells herself short and puts up with crap she shouldn’t. Only doofuses work for douchebags,” he said, with an expression like I hate to break it to you, kid, but the truth hurts.
Okay, by that definition, I actually am kind of a doofus, but I wasn’t about to admit that to him.
I crossed my arms. “I have to pay rent, I have to eat, and if the only way to do that is to work for an a*shole, sorry, Mr. Bigshot ‘Gonna Buy The Company Someday,’ but I like having a roof over my head and dinner every night. It’s not going to be that way forever. It’s only temporary. Haven’t you ever had to put up with crap, ever, or is your life so charmed that you never had to overcome any setbacks?”
He laughed as he headed towards Klaus’s office. “Alright, alright… so you’re just a little doofus. Come on, let’s go dig up some more evidence of your boss’s douchebaggery.”
13
Connor spent another hour intently examining file after file. He asked for the companies by name, and he seemed to know exactly what he was looking for.
I didn’t do much except look for folders as he sat in Klaus’s designer office chair, his rock ‘n roll boots propped up on Klaus’s desk, and read and read and read.
At the end, he tossed the last file on Klaus’s desk and leaned back, his fingers steepled in front of his face as he thought.
I looked at him. He looked at me.
“I feel like a cappuccino. You feel like a cappuccino?” he asked.
“Uh… I guess I could go get some Starbucks if you want,” I agreed, feeling a little let down. I’d spent the first ten minutes of our acquaintance fielding passes from him, and the last thirty minutes playing Susie Secretary. Now I was demoted to Gidget Gopher.
“Screw that,” he said. “Last time I was here, there was a pretty nice machine up in the boardroom. Want to check it out?”
My heart caught in my chest.
Everton rented the penthouse of the building, on the 27th floor. That was where the Executive VP’s had their offices, and where they held all their meetings with multi-million-dollar clients.
Rather than answer the question, I tried to avoid it. “When were you here?”
“Oh, long before your august tenure at Everton began,” he teased. “So, what do you say?”
“I don’t have access to that.”
He held up a badge. Klaus’s badge. “I found this on your boss’s desk. I’m pretty sure he has access, doesn’t he?”
“I… I don’t think we should do that…”
“Oh, come on, live a little. Besides, you’re supposed to give me anything I want, remember? And right now, I want a cappuccino, and I want your company.”
My heart was thudding against the sides of my ribs.
A cappuccino in the company penthouse with the man of my dreams…
I just knew this was going to come back to bite me in the ass.
“Okay,” I agreed with a tremble in my voice.
14
I felt like we were two kids sneaking out of a slumber party. Or – even better – he was the hot high school jock who convinced me to climb out of my bedroom window so we could go TP somebody’s house.
Sure enough, Klaus’s badge got us through the Italian marble receptionist area and into the board room – a giant open space with sumptuous leather chairs, plush carpet that was so thick it was hard to walk in my heels, and a thirty-foot-long mahogany table. The cappuccino machine was in an anteroom with an expensive refrigerator.
“I have no idea how to work this,” I said as I laid my purse on the counter and stared at the thousand-dollar contraption in front of me.
“I’ll take it from here,” he said, and began expertly preparing the coffee.
“Did you work in Starbucks in college or something?” I asked.
“What? Where did you get that?”
“You know how to work that machine.”
He gave me a bemused smile. “I own one.”
I sighed and shook my head. “Must be nice.”
“Nothing but the best, Lily. You should try it sometime.”
I just rolled my eyes.
After the cappuccino was ready, we went back into the boardroom with our cups. We kept the lights off, the better to see the sights. The entire side of the room was plate glass, and all of downtown Los Angeles spread out before us. The sun had set long ago and the glow of the city lights was like something out of a movie. Headlights and tail lights sparkled like diamonds and rubies up and down the 110 Freeway.
“This was worth the whole trip,” he smiled at me.
“The view?” I asked, hoping he meant something else.
“No, the coffee,” he said as he lifted the cup.
I smacked him playfully on the arm.
He laughed, then grew mock serious. “What? I make a damn good cappuccino.”
“I hear it’s pretty easy when you have a million dollar machine to make it for you.”
“Oh really? Is that why you did such a great job of preparing it for us?” he teased.
“Fine,” I conceded. “You make a damn good cappuccino.”
“Finally, credit where credit is due. But, I have to say, there is one other thing that makes the cappuccino absolutely amazing…”
“What?” I asked nervously.
He stared intently into my eyes.
“…the view.”
I smacked him on the arm again.
“Aaah! I’m going to report you to HR for that!” he laughed.
“For what?”
“Physical abuse and intimidation.”
“You don’t even work here.”
“Okay, I’m going to report you to HR after I buy the company.”
“In that case, I don’t ever have to worry about it, then.”
He just grinned at me, then gestured at my face. “You have a little, uh, foam on your lip.”
Wonderful. Here I was thinking this was all playfully romantic, when in reality he was joking around with me like a good ol’ gal pal while I had stuff all over my mouth. Great.
I touched the side of my mouth and tried to wipe it off gracefully.
“Here, I’ll – just hold still, ” he said, and reached out and touched my face.
Maybe it was the darkness. Maybe it was his plan all along… but his finger overshot just the tiniest bit, and brushed ever so softly against my bottom lip instead.
Pleasure jolted my entire body. The warmth and softness of his skin, the scent of his cologne, the intimacy of his touch on one of the most sensitive parts of my body…
It tickled where he touched me, but there was also the incredibly sensual caress of his skin against my lip.
I immediately felt heat build between my thighs. A thrill of pleasure shot into my belly.
Especially when he didn’t move his finger away from my lips.
His eyes locked onto mine. For the first time, the mask fell away. No more joking, no more teasing; I saw the desire on his face, a look of wanting that almost bordered on pain.
He moved his finger the slightest bit more, gliding soooo slowly across my lower lip.
I moaned. Softly, but I moaned.
I blushed furiously as soon as I heard myself – it was entirely involuntary – but it was how I felt. A sound that had escaped from the deepest part of me.
I guess it fanned his fire, too, because he touched the other fingers of his hand to my cheek as his finger traced softly across my lip.
I couldn’t stand it anymore. I wanted him so bad.
I opened my lips, and I took him inside my mouth.
Just a finger – and just the tip. But I began to suck slowly, running my tongue sensuously over his skin.
And oh how I wished it was another part of his body I had in my mouth.
The sensation must have been too much for him, because his expression of desire became an almost ravenous hunger.
He pulled his finger away from my lips, moved in, and kissed me.
Took me.
Possessed me.
His arms enveloped me, one encircling my waist and the other moving up my back.
He crushed me against him – not forcing himself on me, but pressing me tight against him.
His body was heavenly, firm and strong beneath his clothes. I clutched the back of his jacket, feeling the wall of well-sculpted muscles beneath my hands.
And his mouth… ohhhhhh…
His lips pressed against mine, firm but gentle. He brushed them across my skin, the same way he had inflamed me just seconds ago with his touch.
I opened my lips wide, inviting him in.
His tongue met mine… slowly… gently… taking his time. He alternated between using just his lips, then slowly caressing my tongue with his, the most arousing kiss I’d ever had in my life.
His hand around my waist slowly dropped down to my rear end and cupped my cheek, feeling my curves, then pressed me against his hips.
Oh.
My.
GOD.
I couldn’t see anything – my eyes were closed and I was completely lost in the kiss – but there was this very long, very thick, very hard pressure between me and him. He was fully aroused – he had to have been.
Before I slept with them, I had felt several boyfriends’ erections through their pants during makeout sessions – but I had never felt something like that before.
Nothing that massive.
I had to touch it.
I was dying to touch it.
I had to feel it in my hand.
I let my fingers drift down below his belt and grazed my hand along the cloth.
No matter how wet I was before, a couple of seconds later I was drenched.
I was not what you would call experienced. One boyfriend in high school, two in college, and a guy I had dated three months before I left for Los Angeles. All nice guys. All a bit taller than me, all fairly cute, all of average build, and every one of them pretty much the same ‘down there.’ Sex had ranged from fair to good, and I had just assumed that size didn’t matter much. Except for the actors I saw in porn clips (usually viewed with my fingers over my eyes as my second college boyfriend laughed at me and tried to get me to watch), I figured 99% of the male population was built a certain way, and I probably wasn’t ever going to run into the 1%.
I had apparently just run into it.
As my fingers traced the amazing length and cupped the substantial girth of the shape in his pants, I let out another moan.
I was sooooo turned on it wasn’t funny.
I didn’t even know why. Porn clips definitely didn’t do it for me. Guys in those videos made me go ewww instead of aaahhh.
I guess it was that I was so wildly turned on by him anyway, that the size of him… it sparked something deep inside of me. I felt so feminine as I held him, overwhelmed by the sheer masculinity of him.
Then his hand closed around mine and forced me to grip that thick, hard shape even tighter.
He pulled his mouth away from mine and moved his lips to my ear.
“You feel that?” he growled – so low it was a whisper, the tickle of air on my skin exciting me even more.
I nodded silently, because I couldn’t speak. I didn’t trust myself – I was afraid if I tried to answer, I might start moaning again. Continuously and loudly.
“YOU do that to me,” he breathed. “YOU make me hard like that.”
Yeah… I was right. I moaned again. I couldn’t help myself.
His lips traced the edges of my ears. I was whimpering now, unable to think.
His hand on my ass caressed its way up my spine and lightly gripped my hair. Slowly, gently, he pulled my head back so that my neck was completely exposed – and he began to kiss and lick me. Not wet, just the lightest touch of his tongue as it traced its way across my skin, down my throat, all the way to my collarbones, then back up the other side.
I had to lean myself against the table, my legs were so weak.
Taking that for some sort of a sign, he used both of his hands to grab my ass and lift me up so that I was sitting on the table. Good Lord, he was strong – I felt like a doll in his hands as he just picked me up and moved me at his whim.
My hand lost contact with the bulge in his pants, but I didn’t have time to think about that. As he returned to kissing me on the mouth, his fingers started brushing the curves of my breasts through my blouse.
He would start on the outside edges near my arm and slowly spiral in with the lightest touch, then brush the backsides of his fingers over my nipples. Normally they don’t get that hard unless I’m really turned on; at the moment, I felt like they could probably cut diamonds. He kept playing with my breasts, alternating kissing me on the lips and nuzzling my ear, until I was quivering and moaning.
Then he stepped back and stared into my eyes as he undid the buttons on my blouse. Then he pulled it off my shoulders and arms until I was sitting there in my bra.
It’s funny what goes through your mind, but one single thought emerged from the overwhelming wave of desire coursing through my body:
Thank God I wore a lacy, pretty bra this morning.
And matching panties.
Of course, the bra didn’t stay on for long.
Neither did the panties.
He leaned in for a kiss, and his arms encircled me. As his lips and tongue met mine, I felt his expert fingers unsnap the bra from the back, and the straps relaxed.
I started to shrug it off, but he stopped me.
“No. I want to do it,” he said, his voice hoarse with longing.
I nodded silently. He moved down to my shoulders, kissing and licking as he slowly slid the strap off my left shoulder. Then he switched to the right. Finally he moved down to the swell of my breasts, and he ohhhh so slowly pulled away the bra like he was savoring the moment as his tongue traced my cleavage.
Then the bra fell entirely away. I felt his mouth close hot and wet around my left nipple and suck at it, caressing it with his tongue. His other hand, huge and powerful, cupped my right breast.
I didn’t scream, exactly, but I moaned a hell of a lot louder.
I arched my back towards him, my entire body quivering. He moved from one nipple to the other, then back again, sucking, licking, tracing his tongue around the curves of my breast, pressing them both together so that his tongue could move from one to the other.
Oh God oh God oh God I was about to explode.
I couldn’t really say I was thinking about anything – coherent thought was beyond my abilities at that moment – but I really, really wanted to touch him again.
You know where.
No matter how good it felt, I pushed him away.
He looked up at me, puzzled. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” I whispered, and moved my hands down to his belt. “I just want this.”
As my fingers closed on that massive shape in his pants, he groaned and closed his eyes.
I undid the zipper and slipped my hand inside. Through the front flap of his boxers, I could feel scalding hot skin, huge and thick – but it was the base. The tip was quite a ways away, and there was no way I was going to be able to reposition him comfortably – not with his pants on.
I moved my hand up, undid the belt, then unfastened the button at his waistline.
His shaft was so big and so hard, it still held up his pants.
I decided I wanted to get a little bit closer, if you know what I mean.
Actually, I didn’t decide. I yearned to get closer. I was desperate to get closer.
I slid off the table and knelt in front of him, the plush carpet soft beneath my knees.
I gently tugged at his pants until they peeled away from his waist and fell to the ground.
Wow.
Beneath his black cotton boxers, the shape looked even bigger. Almost intimidating as it strained against the cloth.
But there was even more good stuff besides that.
His thighs were muscular and tan, gorgeous and powerful.
I slid one hand up his leg and moved around to his ass.
Ohhhhh wow.
I hadn’t seen much of it beneath his suit jacket, but it was definitely round and curvy, a firm, solid mass of muscle.
Oh boy.
My mouth was watering.
He looked down at me, and I looked up and bit my lip. I was suddenly shy.
“Please,” he whispered hoarsely, his voice choked with desire.
That was all it took.
I traced my fingernail softly over the shape of his shaft and watched it jump and strain beneath his boxers.
I had to see it. Now.
I reached up, hooked my fingers in the waistband of his boxers, and tugged a little, then moved them around to his ass, tugged a little more.
The waistband slowly descended, and I could see he had an all-over body tan, that gorgeous brown from head to toe (and everywhere else).
I kept pulling.
The boxers slid down over the perfect curve of his ass, but his penis had shifted and was now poking straight down. All I could see was the base of his shaft, a well-groomed thatch of brown curls, and the firmest, tightest abs I’d seen outside of an Abercrombie & Fitch ad.
Wow.
It was… very large.
Incredibly thick.
I wasn’t sure if I could even get my hand all the way around it.
Both incredible desire and, if I’m going to be honest, a little bit of fear surged through me.
But I had to see the rest of it. I HAD to.
I pulled the boxers slowly down, careful not to hurt him or stretch him too far.
I kept glancing up at his face for a hint as to how he was feeling.
He looked like he was going to go crazy with desire if I didn’t move the show along.
That’s okay, because I felt the same way, too.
I slowly slipped the boxers off the tip of his unit, and gasped as it bobbed up into place.
It was the most gorgeous one I’d ever seen.
I’ve already said I’m not that worldly. Of the ones I’d seen, they tended to strike me as… well, not that attractive. Kind of funny-looking. I liked how they felt, but I didn’t really like looking at them.
This one, I could have stared at all day.
Well, if I could have controlled myself from not using it.
It wasn’t just the size or the thickness, but the perfect aesthetics of it. It was like a perfectly sculpted piece of pink marble. Gorgeous, smooth, with a curve and heft that made my insides quiver.
Again, I was suddenly shy. I looked up at him and bit my lower lip, like I was asking permission.
He stared down at me with an urgent look on his face, like What are you waiting for?!
I reached out and slowly touched it, softly grazing my fingers along it.
It jumped in my hand, expanding with a spasm.
Connor groaned.
His reaction overcame any remaining hesitance I had.
I began to brush my fingers across it, softly, amazed at the burning heat from it – and from the silky softness of the skin over the rock hardness beneath.
I encircled the massive girth with my fingers. I was right – I could just barely get my hand around it.
I began to softly stroke it, up and down, up and down.
Connor was moaning, and every sound he made doubled and tripled my own desire.
A drop of clear liquid beaded at the tip of the massive head. I moved my palm over it and used his natural lubrication to wet my fingers, then began to softly caress him again.
The slipperiness made it even more sensual – the soft pull of his flesh against mine.
Connor was groaning non-stop by now.
I leaned in and kissed the shaft. The heat seemed to scald my lips – but I wanted more.
I began to run my tongue up and down the underside, lightly at first, then wetter and heavier, from just beneath his head all the way down to the base.
He was whimpering now.
I pulled the shaft down away from his body – it was so long! – and hesitantly, a little fearfully, took him inside my mouth.
I almost came just from the touch of his skin on my tongue.
He tasted salty and sweet – far better than anyone else I had ever done this with.
I moved my mouth forward – not far. He was so big, I was a little scared of trying to do too much at once. I just decided to enjoy myself, figuring if I was having fun, he was pretty much guaranteed to.
I sucked softly, moving my head slowly back and forth, feeling the firm swell of him against my tongue, the silky softness of the head tickling the roof of my mouth. All the while, both my hands ran up and down his shaft, encircling him, sliding softly and sensuously, taking some of the wetness from my mouth and using it to make my touch linger up and down his incredible length, using my fingernails to tease and tickle various other spots.
The more I just concentrated on enjoying him in my mouth, the more and more turned on I got. I could feel myself dripping down there as I took him in, enveloping him, possessing him with my mouth.
From his groans and moans, I could tell it wouldn’t be long before he lost it.
As I was deciding on what to do – I’m not a big fan of keeping my mouth in place when the guy crosses the finish line, shall we say – I suddenly felt his hands on my shoulders.
I tensed up because I don’t like it when a guy puts his hands on the back of my head and forces me onto him. I just don’t. I want to be in control.
And with a guy this big, I was kind of afraid.
But he didn’t do that.
He pushed me away from him.
The head of his shaft pulled away from my lips, and it was my turn to look up at him in surprise.
He stared down at me, and I had to catch my breath at how animalistic he looked. Almost angry, definitely in pain.
“I need you NOW,” he whispered, deep and rumbling and full of need.
I gasped and nodded as he pulled me up to my feet.
From there it was all kind of a blur. His fingers pulled at my skirt, rough and insistent. I undid his tie and unbuttoned his shirt as fast as I could. As I pulled it off him, I caught my breath. His skin was perfect and flawless. His muscles were sculpted like an underwear model’s, from his sizeable pecs to bulging biceps to his washboard stomach. He had just the right amount of chest hair – and the most delicious happy trail from below his waist up to his belly button.
He kicked off his shoes and stepped out of his pants, giving me a good look at his powerful, athletic legs and perfect calves.
The last thing to go were my panties. He kneeled down in front of me, kissing and licking my breasts on the way down, hooked his fingers through them, and pulled them as fast as he could down my thighs.
I have to say, I was a little embarrassed how wet they were… soaking wet. But I don’t think he minded. He was intent on one thing: getting me down on the carpet
He pulled at my hand, and I sank down in front of him, his naked skin pressed against mine. I trembled as he kissed me deeply and cupped my ass in his hands, grinding my body into his. All the while I could feel that massive, thick shaft pressed against my belly, scorching me with its heat.
He gently lowered me onto my back as I straightened my legs. The carpet was soft as a bed beneath me.
He began to move –
“Condom,” I managed to choke out.
He nodded tersely, grabbed his pants like a man possessed, and a few seconds later I heard the crinkle of a wrapper. I watched, hypnotized, as he placed it over the swelling head of his unit – and I couldn’t help myself. I reached out and unrolled it, slowly, inch by inch down his giant shaft. It look a little while.
The whole time he was grinning like the cat that ate the canary.
When he was fully covered (the condom was fully unrolled by the time it got to his swelling base – never had that happen before in my limited experience), he braced himself on one forearm and gently touched my drenched lower lips with the fingers of his other hand, stroking me softly.
I cried out as an wave of pleasure seized my entire body.
He stopped and peered into my face. “Are you okay?”
I just wanted to scream, Please, for the love of God, PUT IT IN NOW!
But I held back.
“Uh huh,” I gasped.
He leaned over and kissed me, deep, slow, and sensual, as his fingers guided the tip of his shaft inside me.
I came immediately.
15
I might have screamed. I’m not sure – I wasn’t exactly thinking clearly.
It was probably more like a really loud, sustained moan, and a few semi-coherent ‘Oh God oh God’s’ thrown in for good measure.
I’m not a girl who orgasms easily. I had sex for the first time when I was 17, but I never actually had an orgasm until I was with my second college boyfriend. I had them occasionally after that. The few I did have were pleasant and stress-relieving.
They were nothing like this.
To tell the truth, I’m not actually sure anymore I’d ever had a real orgasm before this.
It was like a wave of sensual electricity jolted me from my very center. My body shuddered from my toes to the top of my head, and contractions in the core of my body filled me with incredible pleasure.
After it was all over and I opened my eyes (actually I think they were rolled back in my head), I saw Connor looking down at me with a grin.
“Wow, you’re responsive,” he teased. “And that was just the tip.”
I blushed a deep red. I was a little embarrassed, to tell the truth. I think I was so incredibly turned on – by him, by the way he kissed me, the way he touched me, by his gorgeous… you know – that just the slightest bit was enough to send me over the edge.
“Sorry,” I mumbled.
He laughed. “For what?”
I smiled in spite of myself. If a guy comes quick… eh, not so good. I guess when a woman comes quick, she feels good, and the guy gets his ego stroked.
Suddenly he looked concerned. “Can you go on?”
I was pretty sensitive down there… but the feel of his muscular body on top of me was rapidly making me want more.
I nodded. “Just… go slow at first,” I whispered.
“Okay,” he nodded, and leaned over and kissed me again.
It was wonderful. As his velvety tongue slowly penetrated me, he started to rock his hips backwards and forwards the tiniest bit, so that his shaft did the same between my legs.
Oh my God.
Just the fact that it was bigger than anything I’d ever felt in my life… that was pretty amazing, and an incredible turn-on.
And the pressure – the sense of fullness, the incredible stimulation from his girth – well, I pretty much forgot about wanting it slow.
I just wanted more.
NOW.
I gasped as long, slow waves of pleasure started rolling through me again.
He paused to look at me.
“Don’t stop,” I whispered.
He grinned. “But are you – ”
“DON’T STOP.”
He laughed, bent down and kissed me again, deep and soft and probing, and continued to slowly enter me.
Like I said, he would rock his hips back and forth. A little bit more inside me, then pull back the tiniest bit… then a little bit more, then pull back… two steps forward, one step back.
As the pressure increased down there, and as I started to get sensations deeper than I’d ever felt before, I thought, Okay, surely it’s all the way in now.
And then he would keep sliding in deeper.
At one point he paused longer than usual and I thought, Okay, surely THAT’S it. It HAS to be in all the way now.
But no – he just eased himself out a little bit, then continued further in.
It. was. INCREDIBLE.
The sensations were building and intensifying as his shaft got thicker and thicker towards the base.
Even more than that, I felt this incredible fullness, this overwhelming sense of being filled up all the way through my body.
I began to moan and rock my hips against his, angling my pelvis to get more pressure here, more sensation there.
Slowly, slowly, he began to pull out of me – almost all the way.
I whimpered, afraid to lose the sensation.
Then he pushed inside again.
Out, then in. Out, then in.
Wave after wave of pleasure flooded my entire body.
He started to go faster. The gentle rhythm became thrusts – harder, more insistent.
I could feel the tension building inside me again – but deeper. He was touching me in places I’d never felt before.
And all the while we’re kissing, with him taking my lower lip in his and gently sucking at it, or moving to my ear and breathing softly, letting me hear the desire and need in his voice.
I don’t know what turned me on more – the incredible sensations between my legs and deep inside me, or hearing the urgency in his groans. The utter and complete desire he had to possess me completely.
He began slamming into me, and I began crying out – unbelievable pleasure tinged with the tiniest bit of pain. But I was so turned on it didn’t matter. I only wanted more, deeper, faster, harder.
“Oh God, Lily, oh God, oh God,” he breathed into my ear, a frenzied whisper.
I began calling out his name over and over as my fingernails dug into his back, as my hands cupped that amazing ass, the muscles bucking under my palms as they pumped up and down, driving him deeper and deeper inside me.
A spark began glowing in my belly. It felt different than other times. It was growing and growing, heating up my hips with waves of pleasure I couldn’t contain, rippling up and down my spine. Every stroke of his shaft intensified the heat; every touch deep inside me fanned the flames, sending stronger and stronger vibrations out through my entire body.
Then he was slamming inside me double-time, triple-time, and I couldn’t contain myself anymore. I screamed for real this time as the dam inside me broke, and that heat burst like a tidal wave of ecstasy through every inch of my frame.
I think my screaming pushed him over the edge, because he lifted his head and bellowed. Through the haze of my deep, throbbing orgasm, I watched his face strain like he was caught somewhere between heaven and hell, agony and euphoria, and then I felt him grow bigger inside me – which I would have said was impossible until I felt it. Spasm after spasm as his thrusts gradually slowed and he came to a halt inside me, the pressure less now, though still more than I’d ever felt before tonight. He lowered his face back down and began kissing my cheek, my chin, my mouth.
My orgasm didn’t exactly stop so much as it ebbed away gradually, with tiny contractions continuing for almost a minute afterwards. As I kissed him softly, another little shudder would rack my body like the aftershocks of an earthquake, and I would feel myself involuntarily squeeze his thick shaft.
We continued that way for another few minutes, our damp skin sliding sensually against each other, our tongues brushing each other’s lips, until at last he said, “Don’t move.” His hand reached down to the base of his shaft – I trembled with another aftershock as I felt the tips of his fingers graze my swollen lips – and then he slowly pulled out as he gripped the bottom of the condom.
I was a little sad as I felt him slide out of me.
He bent down and kissed my breasts, my belly, and licked where my leg joined my body. I gasped.
He grinned. “Be right back,” he promised, and disappeared from the room.
He was back within seconds with a small trash can, a box of kleenex, and some bottled water from the fridge we’d seen earlier. As I cleaned myself up, I couldn’t help watching him do the same, peeling the condom away and drying himself. By now he was pretty much limp, but even then he was bigger than anyone else I’d ever been with when they were fully erect.
And twice as arousing.
I could feel the heat building inside me again, and shivered the tiniest bit.
After we’d disposed of the trash, he unscrewed the bottles of water, handed one to me, and drank deeply of his. Then he laid down next to me, his warm, muscular frame pressed against my side.
His hands grazed my belly, gently cupped my breasts, played over the little landing strip of hair between my legs. I returned the favor, entranced as I traced the shadowy swells of his muscles beneath his brown skin.
“Turn over,” he growled.
I began to get a little worried. I’d seen just enough porno clips to be concerned about where this might be headed.
“Uh… why?”
The corners of his mouth turned up. “Just trust me.”
I wasn’t sure it was such a good idea… but I flipped over onto my stomach.
He began to caress my ass, to brush his fingers across the inside of my thighs, and to kiss the small of my back. He licked lightly from the base of my spine all the way up to between my shoulder blades, then kissed his way back down.
Aaaahhhh.
I closed my eyes and just let him do whatever he wanted. The post-orgasmic glow was still washing through my entire body, and Connor was slowly stoking it up into a rising flame again.
My brain was mostly mush at this point. I was totally in the moment, enjoying myself more than I could ever remember – and totally not thinking about what I’d just done.
Well, no, that’s not exactly right. I was thinking about all the pleasure and how amazing it had been.
I just wasn’t thinking about where I’d done it.
So his next words were like a punch to the gut.
“I bet when you came in this morning, you didn’t think you’d be having sex in the company boardroom.”
I could hear the grin in his voice, the naughty side I’d seen at play earlier.
But that’s not what hit me like a sledgehammer.
My eyes flew open and I bolted upright like I was in a horror movie.
“OH MY GOD!” I cried out, and not in pleasure this time.
Connor looked like I’d given him a heart attack. “What?! What is it?!”
“Oh my God, I can’t believe I did this!” I choked out as I jumped to my feet and gathered up my clothes as fast as I could.
He started laughing and lolled onto his back, his hands folded behind his head, like he was enjoying a lazy day at the beach.
Even in my state of panic, I couldn’t help but notice how incredible he looked – that broad chest, the rippling abs, his very large… uh, member lolling on his thigh.
“Stop. Come here,” he said, putting his hand up in the air and trying to catch my hand.
I wouldn’t allow myself to be caught. “I’m so going to get fired,” I whimpered as I pulled on my panties and then my bra.
“Nobody knows we’re here.”
“There are cameras!” I snapped.
He raised his eyebrows and smiled, like he liked that. “Reaaaally.”
“Well… not in here, but out in the receptionist area! Somebody could have seen us go in, and – ”
“And we’ll tell them we were drinking coffee. Come here,” he said, grabbing my ankle and trying to pull me to him.
I stepped away and slipped on my skirt. “It’s going to smell like – like sex!” I hissed, as though I were afraid someone might overhear me.
Then I went over and felt the floor. There was a wet spot.
“Oh God,” I moaned, and closed my eyes in pain.
“What?”
“It’s… it’s wet,” I said, barely able to bring myself to say it. “Where we had sex.”
Glug glug glug.
I looked down to see Connor very deliberately pouring out his bottled water on the carpet.
“Ooops,” he said. “Look at that. Spilled my water.”
“Cut that out!”
Connor grinned. “Where’s the woman I just had sex with? The wild and crazy one? I want her back.”
“She’s gone,” I snapped. “She just got replaced with the woman who realizes she’s probably going to get fired for this, and she still has three hours of reports to – ”
Oh no.
I pressed my palms to my eyes.
I still had to do all of Klaus’s crap and send it off to him.
I was already freaking out; there was no way I was going to be able to concentrate.
This was going to be a nightmare. I was going to be here all night.
Connor sighed, got to his feet, and looked around for his pants.
Even despite how miserable I was, I was able to at least take a moment’s solace in the play of shadows on his muscled body. And how other things… dangled… tantalizingly.
He pulled on his clothes. “You shouldn’t worry so much.”
“Easy for you to say. Your job isn’t on the line.”
“It’s a crappy job, Lily.”
“It’s the only one I’ve got.”
“You should get one you like,” he advised.
I wanted to strangle him. Here he was, advising me on a situation he’d created.
Well… we both created.
But still.
He was so relaxed, so unconcerned – so damn smug!
While he was finishing up, I washed our coffee cups in the sink, dried them off, and prayed no one would notice anything was amiss.
“Lily.”
I turned around to see him slouching sexily in the doorway, his jacket slung carelessly over his shoulder.
“What?”
He looked at me for a long moment, then shook his head. “Never mind.”
“What?!”
“Walk me down to my car?”
I crossed my arms and hugged myself, trying to keep away the panic.
I had been happier than I could ever remember just five minutes ago.
Now I was dealing with a rising tide of fear.
I had just had sex at work…
…in the company boardroom, where I wasn’t supposed to be…
…with a complete stranger I’d only known for two hours.
Not even two hours.
A gorgeous, charming stranger… but still.
Two hours.
On the boardroom floor.
For which I was absolutely, definitely, positively, without a question going to get fired.
This wasn’t me.
I couldn’t believe what I’d just done.
On the other hand… it had been incredible…
I think a little smile crept onto my face without my realizing it.
“What?” Connor asked.
I came out of my reverie and looked at him.
“What were you thinking?” he prodded.
I sighed.
“That I wish I wasn’t freaking out, because…”
I paused.
“Because what?”
“…because I was having the best night of my life.”
I probably shouldn’t have said it.
He wasn’t going to call me.
I was just going to be a story he bragged about to his ‘bros’ at the gym. The chick he ‘banged’ in some other company’s boardroom after hours.
I knew I shouldn’t have told him.
But it was true.
A smile slowly crept onto his face as he stared into my eyes.
He held out his hand to me.
“Walk me down to my car?”