Ryan and Alina had agreed to get some sleep and meet up for dinner at seven. The business part of the trip was to begin the following day. At six, Alina was already in her evening gown. She stood and looked at herself. She held her stomach in and then let it out. She cursed when she saw—what she perceived to be—a huge belly appear again. There was nothing she could do about it, though, so she left for dinner.
“My God, you look stunning,” Ryan said when she met him.
“So do you,” she said. He was wearing black tie evening wear.
They sat down to dinner, and Alina felt Ryan's eyes on her throughout the evening. Her hair was pinned back over her ears, and she wore droplet earrings that looked like real diamonds. Around her neck was a perfectly good copy of a diamond necklace.
After dinner, Ryan stood up and gave her his arm. They walked to the elevator together and went to the top floor. At her bedroom door, they stopped and looked at each other.
“I want you, Alina. I want to come into your room with you.”
“No, Ryan. It's not right. I work for you.”
“Yes, you do, don't you? In that case, here's the deal: I'm changing your job description.”
“How?”
“I'm giving you some extra duties. Compulsory duties.”
“Are you talking about the kind of duties I think you are?”
“Yes. Now let me into your room, with you.”
“But, Ryan...it's—”
He took the key from her hand, opened the door, and pulled her inside. He kicked the door shut with his foot and threw his arms around her. He smelled lovely, and Alina was torn. She had tried to be professional, she really had. But there was a limit to the level of resistance a woman could maintain. It felt so good to be in his arms, and his scent made her legs weak. She put her head against his chest and let him stroke her hair, all the way down her back. When his hand reached down to cup a buttock, she thrust her head up, her eyes begging him to kiss her. When he did, it was wonderful. It was highly unprofessional, and she had no idea where it would lead, but it felt so good, she couldn't stop.
They kissed passionately, and then more gently—lingering, tasting each other, mapping out the ground for the onslaught they both knew was coming.
Slowly but firmly, he unzipped her dress and put his hand on her back. She pushed off his jacket and pulled his tie open. They were in a rush now, each busying themselves with their own clothing. When Alina stepped out of her dress, he pulled her to him and put his head on her breasts, his hands kneading them through her bra. She heard him breathing in her scent, and it drove her wild. Her hands flew to his waistband, eager to find what was hidden beneath. She snapped open the buttons and reached inside. What she found made her sigh with pleasure. He was long, thick, and very hard. As she ran her hand up and down him, he reached behind her and unhooked her bra. Before it hit the ground, his mouth was on her nipples, sucking urgently, making them hard and making her squirm. When she felt his hand inside he panties, she rubbed his penis harder. His fingers expertly found what they were looking for and played.
“Put me on the bed and take me,” she whispered, desperate to have him inside her.
He picked her up and moved to the bed. He threw her down and watched her hair fan out around her face and her breasts wobble. He pulled off her panties and bent down to her taste her. When she felt his mouth on her, she cried out and pulled his hair. He gritted his teeth and endured the pain.
“God you taste so good,” he said, pulling up to take off his clothes.
“Hurry up. I want you back down there.”
She needn't have worried. His mouth searched out her clitoris and began to trace small circles over it. The feeling of this man between her legs was indescribable. There was something so different about it. She'd had sex twice before with young men she'd liked from college, but this was in another league. He was a mature man who knew exactly how to please her, and he was rich and handsome.
Soon she began to gasp for air, his mouth still on her wet folds, his hands massaging her breasts, driving her to a mind-blowing orgasm.
Still standing next to the bed, he pulled her to him and opened her legs. She didn't want him to see her belly, so she turned onto her stomach. When he looked down at the curve of her hips and buttocks and the length of her well-defined back, his penis became so hard it began to ache. He spread her legs, put his tip to her opening, and pushed himself into her warmth. She shoved her head into the bed and grabbed the sheets.
“God, Alina,” he said, gasping for air as he thrust hard, his thighs banging against her buttocks. “Do you like it?”
She turned her head to one side. “I love it. Give it to me harder.”
He took her hair, pulled her head up, and thrust as hard as he could. She cried out and shook underneath him. He felt her getting still wetter as another orgasm shuddered through her. When she came, he let go of her hair, and she fell to the bed, letting out a huge moan.