Intoxicated

by Brenda Ford

  His hand doesn’t move off my leg as the drinks continue to pour around us. We are linked together, connected, and it doesn’t seem like anything will be able to tear us apart. Even as dessert comes around and we eat in unison, Ryan still ensures that he is touching me at all times. If it isn’t his hand touching me, it’s his leg, his knee against me. I can’t wait to leave this room; I can’t wait to get out of here to see where this will lead. Thank God I decided to pick our rooms next to one another because now we have a reason to travel together…

  “Shall we get out of here?” Ryan makes the first move. “Before it gets too raucous?”

  “Sure.” God, I want to jump up and down with delight. “One at a time, or together?”

  He rises to his feet and shoots me a wink. “I will meet you by the elevator in a moment.”

  Ooh, I like this. It’s so naughty, it’s so exciting. We’re basically having a taboo affair which only adds to the illicit excitement. I can hardly remain where I’m sitting as he exits the room, smiling at me as she goes. I get even more worked up as Bella nudges me in the side.

  “Oh my God, what is happening?” She sounds gleeful and excited. “This is like watching a soap opera or something. Are you and him about to… you know?”

  As she wiggles her eyebrows, I can’t help but laugh. “I think so, yes.”

  “Ooh, do I need to be a sick kick? Do I need to cover for you?”

  “Sure, why not… although it doesn’t seem like he’s trying to hide it, does it?” I glance at Bella. “What do you think? He seems very happy to let everyone know.”

  “I know, right?” She leans back in her chair and smirks. “I think you and he are going to end up in an incredible sordid affair which will keep everyone on edge.”

  I twist my lips down in to a frown. I don’t much like the idea of that. I have seen how gossip works in the office, even if I am out of the thick of it by spending most of my time in the boss’s office and I don’t want to be the subject of that. Then again, I don’t know if my desire to keep out of the radar is enough to keep me away from him.

  “Maybe you need to be my side kick after all,” I say as I rise from my seat. “If you don’t mind? But for now, I’m going to sneak out and see what’s going to happen.”

  Bella nods at me, letting me know that she has my back, and I slip out of the dining room towards the elevator. There I see him standing there, waiting for me with his hands in his pockets and a gorgeous smile on his face. He’s so sexy, even sexier than normal today, and I don’t know how I am going to keep myself together. I am a freaking mess.

  Without saying anything, Ryan punches the door to ping the elevator open which is does right away. He slips inside and indicates for me to do the same. As soon as we are locked away together and the rest of the world is finally gone at last, the air around us becomes thick and intense. I feel like I’m swimming in passion, drowning in his eyes.

  “God, I have wanted to get you alone all day long,” he murmurs while stepping closer towards me, closing the gap. His hand cups my cheeks and my breath gets caught in my throat. “You have no idea how much you have been driving me wild for so long.”

  “I…” I want to say something. I don’t know what I am going to say, but something for sure. Not that it matters because I don’t get a chance. He continues to swipe all the air from my lungs by crashing his lips to mine and finally giving me the kiss that I have wanted for a very long time. And my God, Ryan Wilson is worth the wait. The kiss he gives me is utterly phenomenal.

  I end up rolling against my boss, pressing my body up against him and wrapping my arms around his waist as the kiss deepens. His tongue snakes in to my mouth and massages me until my knees have completely turned to jelly. He is basically holding me up now…

  “Come to my room with me,” he gasps as soon as we pull apart.

  “Sure,” I rasp back as the doors fly open on our floor. As if I would say anything else.

  Ryan holds my hand tight and takes me down the hallway to his room. I barely even see what’s going on around me, my vision is blurry because I am so laser focused with lust. I don’t even see what Ryan’s room either if it’s different or similar to mine. All I can see is him.

  He wraps his arms tightly around me again and we resume the kissing. Only it’s even more passionate this time around. We both know that we’re really in private this time around and it’s leading somewhere. I’m pretty sure that my clothes might even be melting off my body under the magical power of his touch. His fingers seem to have some kind of super powers.

  The next thing I know, Ryan has flung me on to the bed in just my bra and panties so I can watch him undress himself, and my God he is a show for me. I always knew that he would one day reveal an incredible body to me, but I’m still blown away. He is muscular, he has abs to die for, and a V shape of muscles down his stomach leading to his…

  Oh my God. I can’t keep the gasp inside as I spot his thick, throbbing erection. My God not only is he handsome but he’s massive as well. His cock stands to attention, begging for me to come nearer to it, and much as I desperately want to, I’m too nervous to make that move.

  “Come here,” I rasp out gravely instead. “I want to hold you.”

  He doesn’t need to be asked twice. Like a predator coming for his prey, he climbs across the bed in a tantalizingly slow manner. I squirm as the anticipation starts to get to me. This is like torture; I have already waited forever for this moment. I can’t handle any longer.

  Ryan doesn’t come all the way to meet me. Instead, he pauses while he unhooks my bra and he wraps his lips around my left nipple. His teeth and tongue swim around my breast, soaking that area, making it as wet as my panties. I can’t help but arch my back and push myself further between his lips. Now that he’s tasting me, I want him to taste every inch of my skin.

  “Oh God, Ryan,” I pant breathlessly. “This is too much. I want you already.”

  This is the moment that he finally meets my lips and we kiss once more while his eager fingers tear my panties off. He explores me with his fingers for just a couple of seconds before the need gets to him as much as it does me. This is our first time together in real life, the passion is bound to speed things along. I’m just hoping that we spend the rest of the night taking things slower and really exploring one another’s bodies.

  “Oh my!” I cry out as he slips that giant manhood of his inside of me. “Fuck, Ryan.”

  He’s filling me up, touching every inch of me, grazing me with every thrust. He starts off slowly, almost as if he’s trying to make up for the speed that things are going, but I wrap my legs tightly around him and cling on to his neck, giving me some of the control. I need all of him, deep with in me, I have craved this for far too long. I haven’t got time to mess about.

  I need every part of him, I want to really feel him. I need everything that he can give…

  And as the pressure of pleasure begins to build, the hot bliss fizzling through my body and sizzling in all of my veins, I know that this is going to be one hell of a night. One to remember. I buck and thrash, pushing myself to the peak of the mountain, knowing that when I fall it will change everything. Nothing will ever be the same again.

  Chapter 7 – Ryan

  My head aches, my body hurts, there is a strange sense of discomfort flooding through me. I always feel like I don’t want to wake up yet and I’m not quite sure why. Maybe it’s because this bed is so comfortable, this resort has a much bigger place to sleep than my house. But there is something nagging me, demanding that I open my eyes, telling me that I made a mistake.

  “What is going on?” I mutter to myself as I rub my forehead hard. There is only one way to find out, and that’s to open my eyes already. But I’m not quite sure if I have the strength.

  And then I hear it. The deep breathing of someone lying next to me. That’s enough to shock me awake. I snap my eyes open and immediately stare at the person on the comfortable bed beside me. It’s Sara, in a dream
land, looking like a freaking angel. I have always thought that she was beautiful, but now she is better than ever and all I want to do is hold her in my arms and press her to my chest. But I don’t. I don’t move. Instead, I continue to stare at her like I’m a bit of a freak. Some kind of stalker just watching her as she rests.

  I was so determined to give in to my feelings yesterday, I just knew that it was going to be the right thing to do, but now I feel a bit strange about it. Without the haze of lust fogging up my brain and making me feel all primal and wild, I’m questioning all of my decisions.

  Not only did me and Sara end up in bed together, but the whole of the staff know as well. They are bound to; we weren’t exactly discreet. Even if we did leave the party separately, we were all over one another while we were there. I’m to blame, I know I am, I’m the one who made all the first moves, but now I feel like I need to take a step back to question it all.

  Without disturbing her I slide out of the bed sheets and I scout around the floor to find my clothes. My heart pounds because I can’t find everything right away. The longer I remain in this room, the more likely Sara will wake up and this will get incredibly complicated.

  This isn’t me running away from her or anything like that, I just need a moment to work out what my next move is going to be. I have broken my cardinal rule and mixed business and pleasure, and now I need to work out how to make this work.

  “Shit,” I whisper to myself in frustration. “What have I done?”

  I don’t end up finding all of my clothes, just enough to leave the room to head down to the reception area. It isn’t until I have clicked the door open that I realize we are in my room not Sara’s, so I could have got dressed easily. I’m actually kind of an idiot.

  “Where are you going?” I haven’t escaped anything. Sara is sitting up in bed and staring at me. “Are you trying to sneak out on me or something? Even though we are in your room.”

  She pulls the sheets up to her chest trying to hide herself as much as she can. My actions have embarrassed her and made her feel uncomfortable about herself which was never my intention. Got floods me and I wonder how I can make it all okay again.

  “I was just going to get some coffee.” I shrug my shoulders but I’m pretty sure that the heap traveling through my body is giving me away. “Do you want anything while I’m down there?”

  “You are going to the reception area now?” Sara eyes me with suspicion. “That’s strange.”

  I want to bat off her suspicions with a decent answer, but we know each other too well for that. She has seen too much of me, she knows when I’m telling the truth and lying as well. The way that she’s staring at me proves that she can see right through me right now.

  “If you want me to go then you should just say,” she snaps, letting the rage roll off her tongue easily. “I don’t want to be a burden to you. I thought you wanted me here…”

  “It isn’t that.” Oh God, I have really screwed up now. “I just wanted time to think.”

  “You need to think?” The horror is evident in her tone. “What about? I don’t want to be a dick or anything, but you were all over me last night in front of everyone. You invited me to this room. You sparked everything. I wouldn’t have done that because I’m not the one with a position of power here.” Her words stop through me like knives. “I can’t believe you’re acting like this now. I don’t even know what to think about it, Ryan. What do you want me to say?”

  I open and close my mouth a couple of times, willing my brain to think of any words to say, but there’s nothing coming out. Not a damn thing. I must look like a freaking gold fish or something. No wonder Sara is looking at me like I have lost my mind. I’m sure she doesn’t know who I am today. I don’t know either. This isn’t me at all.

  “It’s just work…” I offer her but I don’t think that’s going to fly. “I have to be careful because of the business. I can’t make rash decisions without really thinking things through…”

  Her face goes a funny shade of red. I don’t think this is embarrassment though, it seems like sheer anger to me. “Then perhaps you should have thought about that before you asked me up to your bedroom. You should have been sensible before hand. It’s no good to start being smart now. Have you even thought about how this is going to look to me?”

  Of course, I haven’t, not really, I have only been thinking about how complicated this is and how messy it will be, but now looking at her face, I realize how hurtful I have been. I don’t know how I can make it right now. I don’t even know if she will look at me.

  “I don’t need to think. We can just talk if you would like.”

  Sara shakes her head and grabs the bed sheet to carry with her as she scrambles around on the floor trying to gather up all of her clothes. She looks even more frantic than I was only a few moments before. She can’t wait to get away from me, and I suppose that’s all I deserve.

  “Sara, wait.” I take a step closer to her, but she shoots me a glare that tells me to keep far away. I freeze where I am because I know that’s the right thing to do. “Sara, don’t leave.”

  “Why because you want to leave first?” she bites back enraged. “No, I’m not going to give you the chance to walk out on me. I don’t think I deserve it. I didn’t do anything wrong.”

  The next time she meets my eyes, there are tears in hers. I have hurt her more than I ever planned to. If I don’t find a way to calm her down, this could really escalate.

  “Sara, I’m sorry. I’m just thinking about work. I’m thinking about the business I have built up, and the rule that I have made myself to never get involved with any of my staff.”

  “You are always thinking about work.” Sara shakes her head as she throws her dress over her head quickly, trying not to let me see her naked body underneath. I do get a glimpse, but I don’t want to get distracted by how beautiful she is while all of this is going on. “That is your biggest problem, isn’t it? Work will always come first for you. You will never open yourself up to anyone else because it gets in the way of your business. Even though your business is successful and you’re doing fine. You know I’m not the only one who feels this way. Your brother’s say to you as well all the time. You are just a workaholic, nothing more.”

  “That isn’t true.” I tried to defend myself but what it isn’t getting anywhere with Sara. “That isn’t fair to say. There is so much more to me than that, but you don’t see it because you only see me at work.” I’m oddly irritated about this and I’m not quite sure why. There is so much more that I could be pissed off about, but for some reason, I’m stuck on that. “You shouldn’t make any kind of judgment on me when you don’t see me at any other time…”

  “Oh, but I have seen you at another time, haven’t I?” Even my returned annoyance hasn’t done anything to calm her down stop her from yelling at least. “I am seeing you right now, when you aren’t at work and believe you me, the workaholic version of you is preferable.” She runs her eyes up and down me looking absolutely disgusted. “The where that you’re behaving right now is terrible. I don’t want anything else to do with you ever.”

  “Don’t be like that…” I plead. “Don’t walk out on me.”

  “Fuck you, ‘boss’.” I have to admit the air quotes hurt. I have always tried to be a good boss which is what I thought made the business so successful. In one night, it seems like I have ruined all of my hard work. “You don’t get to tell me what to do any more.’

  She pushes past me to get out of the room, nearly knocking me to the ground as she does. I’m so stunned by the way she pushes me back that I don’t even say anything. I don’t argue and beg her to stay any longer. All I can do is watch in shock and surprise as she slams the bedroom door open so hard it shakes the hotel walls, then storm out in to the hallway and out of sight. I know where she’s gone through because I hear her in her room, stomping about and slamming all the doors that she can get her hands on.

  “Shit,” I mutter to myself as my he
ad falls in to my hands. “What have I done?”

  I don’t even know why I acted like that as soon as I woke up, it seems silly now. I freaked out because I never thought I would ever actually act on my feelings for Sara, and I was worried about work, but now that she has walked out of my life and she has clearly said that she doesn’t want to see me again, which I’m hoping doesn’t last forever, I realize that I was a fool.

  I should have woken her up too and hugged her. I should have kissed her and seen if things could spark up between us again. Instead of this argument, we could be having a steamy moment once more. We explored each other’s bodies at least three times last night, but that wasn’t enough for me. It would be much better if we could be doing it again. But because I am a fool, I don’t think I will never get to experience the magic of last night again. It was the best night of my life, now that I’m thinking clearer, I know that, and I have lost that.

  Right now, I feel like I deserve to be alone, I don’t feel like I deserve to be happy with a woman. Maybe being a workaholic is what works for me, that’s why I stick to it because it’s safe.

  Chapter 8 – Sara

  “How did it go?” Bella asks with far too much glee in her voice. I almost want to punch her because I’m seriously not in the mood for it. Can’t she see that? Can’t she tell from my facial expression that I’m really not in the right frame of mind? “With Mr. Sexy?”

  I consider not telling her anything for a moment, I kinda wanna keep it all to myself for a little while longer so I can get my head around it, but I also feel like I might explode if I don’t share this with someone, and there really isn’t anyone else other than her who I can speak to.