by Sadie King
I try to concentrate on what she’s saying, because truth is her idea is good. Sure, it needs a feasibility check. But it’s just the type of ballsy innovation I’ve built my career on.
She’s taken a risk coming in here like this, but she’s done her research well, she knew it was the kind of thing I’d be interested in, and she knew just how to get my attention.
This is the type of person I need working for me, and the type of woman I need underneath me. If she’s this bold in the boardroom, imagine what she’s like in the bedroom.
She finishes the presentation and looks at me expectantly. The strap of her top has slipped down her shoulder, and even though she’s covered in green body paint, I’d like to slip my hand under that strap and slide her top off. Instead I ask her a few questions about the presentation.
She’s thought it through. It’s a sound idea.
“I’m going to get my team to take a look at this,” I say.
She smiles, and for a moment I can’t breathe. Her whole face lights up, and the effect is stunning.
“Thank you, sir.”
“I need you on site in the morning.”
“Okay, no problem.”
“I’ll get a car to pick you up.”
“There’s no need. There’s a bus that goes that way.”
The thought of her on public transport where any man could push up against her makes my blood run hot.
“A car will pick you up,” I tell her.
She nods. “Okay. Thank you.”
“And my driver will drop you home now.”
“Thanks for the offer, but Keith has some photocopying he needs me to do.”
“Keith will have to do it himself. You report directly to me now.”
I stand up, and she follows me with her eyes. I’m taller than most men, and I love the way she has to look up to me. I step toward her and reach out to rest a hand on her arm. The effect is electric, like a current running through me.
Neither of us speaks for a moment, and I wonder if she felt it to. Up close I can see the shape of her lips, full and pink. She’s breathing heavily, and I catch a hint of peppermint on her breath.
Her eyes search my face, and her lips part. I start to lean in, drawn to those lips. Then I remember we’re in a glass office, and I pause
I know what they’ll say if they see me kiss her. It won’t matter how good the idea is; they’ll say she got promoted because she slept with the boss. I won’t do that to her. Even though every fiber in my body is crying out to take this woman and make her mine.
“I’ll have my driver meet you out front,” I say.
Disappointment flashes across her face before she turns away. I feel like an asshole, but I’m not going to embarrass her in front of the whole office. I gather up the papers from her folder.
“I’m going to keep this.”
She nods. “Of course. I can email you a copy too.”
“Thank you.”
I open the door for her. She brushes past me and her body presses briefly against mine. My dick twitches in my pants as I watch her walk away. Those shapely legs, the swing of her hips.
She turns around at the elevator and gives me a shy smile. My heart twinges along with my dick, because there’s a smile I could get used to seeing.
5
Taylor
I’m up early the next morning and ready when the driver knocks on my door.
“Morning!” I say cheerily.
“Good morning, miss,” he says with a blank expression. I’m guessing working for Mr. Crowe must be a serious job, but nothing is going to get me down this morning. I’m still buzzing from yesterday. I’m not sure if it’s because someone’s actually considering my idea, or if it’s because I almost kissed the hottest man I’ve ever met.
I couldn’t sleep last night thinking about him. His intense look, the rare smile, the feel of his hand on my skin, the near kiss. Just thinking about him now sends a shiver straight through me.
I’m smiling to myself as we go through the security checks and onto the site. It’s a large construction site on the edge of the city, the biggest new development in the last thirty years.
The foundations of the residential apartment blocks have been laid alongside the shopping mall at the center of them. The tallest apartment block is already finished. It’s being used as a marketing suite to sell to prospective buyers.
We pull up out in front of the site office which is a block of port-o-cabins. My stomach is churning as I step out of the car.
I’ve thought about Mr. Crowe all night, wanting his touch on me, his kiss. But now that I’m about to see him my palms are sweaty, and I feel like I might be sick. I push open the door and step inside.
It’s a hive of activity. Men and women are crowded into lines of office desks, laptops open, vying for space. Plans and project charts are taped onto the walls.
There’s an office in the corner where Mr. Crowe is in conversation with a few of the men I recognize from around the head office. I take a deep breath and stride confidently towards his office.
Before I can reach it, Keith intercepts me.
“Taylor, I didn’t expect to see you back.”
He glances down at my security badge, obviously checking that I haven’t come in here unauthorized.
“I’m glad you’re back though,” he continues. “The coffee here is shit. Would you mind doing a coffee run for us? There’s a great little cafe just outside the site entrance.”
“What a great idea.” Mr. Crowe has come out of the office. My heart stops for a moment as I look at his tall frame. “I take mine black with no sugar.”
My face falls. He wants me to get the coffee. He’s not taking me seriously at all.
“Thanks for suggesting it, Keith. How do you take yours, Taylor?”
Mr. Crowe looks to me, and I see a trace of a smile there.
I swallow my surprise. “Ah, cream and one sugar.”
“Cream and one sugar for Taylor. Thank you, Keith. See if anyone else wants one while you’re at it.”
I leave Keith with his mouth gaping open and join Mr. Crowe in the office.
There’s a plan of the site spread out on the table alongside the architectural drawings. I’m introduced to everyone in the room. I’m glad to see Carlton is there, alongside an engineer and a materials expert. We spend the morning discussing the possibilities of implementing the moss walls on site, our only interruption Keith bringing in the coffees.
Everyone’s excited about the idea. It looks like we may be able to include the walls on a section of the smaller apartment blocks, an area of the development that we haven’t started work on yet. The financial officer is brought in to do a cost analysis.
She’s the only one who isn’t crazy about the idea due to the fact that it’s going to inflate the budget. I zone out as they talk about the financials and let my eyes wander to Mr. Crowe.
He’s looking hot today. His sleeves are rolled up, and he’s clearly excited about this new development. There’s a trail of ink poking out from his sleeve, and I wonder if it joins up to the one on his chest and if I’ll ever get to find out. I’m lost in my daydream when I realize everyone’s suddenly looking at me.
“Sorry, I, ah missed that.” I can feel the heat rising in my neck.
Mr. Crowe fixes me with an intense look, and I wonder if I’ve made him angry.
“I said I’m going to show you the site we’re proposing.”
“I’d like to see it too,” says the engineer.
“No,” says Mr. Crowe. “I need you to stay here and go over the details. I want a solid plan for the meeting this afternoon.”
The engineer nods, and I follow Mr. Crowe out of the room.
6
Brandon
I march out of the port-o-cabin and hail my car. The morning has been torturous, trying to concentrate on the project while Taylor sits next to me in her fitted blouse and pencil skirt. My dick has been throbbing all morning. I have to get he
r alone.
I open the car door for her, and she slides in.
“Take us to the southern block,” I tell the driver.
I get in next to her on the backseat. Her skirt’s riding up her leg, exposing her soft white skin. The blood rushes to my dick, and I’ve got an instant hard-on.
She starts chatting to me, unaware of the effect she’s having.
I reach out and place my hand on her thigh. There’s a sharp intake of breath, but she doesn’t remove it.
Her skin is warm and soft under my hand.
It only takes a few minutes to reach the south side of the development. It’s quiet here. Work isn’t due to start properly for another few weeks. The foundations have been laid, and that’s about it.
“Should I wait, sir?” asks the driver.
“No, we’ll walk back.”
We get out of the car, and it drives away. There’s a small lake by the edge of the site, and she walks toward it. Her skirt hugs her round ass, making my dick ache. She turns to me, and I draw my eyes up to her face.
“This is one of the small apartment block sites.” I indicate the site behind us. “The moss wall would be in a section facing this way, toward the lake.”
“So it blends in with the natural greenery.”
“Come with me. I’ll show you the site.” I take her hand and lead her onto the concrete foundation. Her hand is small and warm in mine.
“This will be the lobby.” It’s bare now, just a concrete slab and some brick walls. “This will be the elevator shaft,” I say, indicating two square holes. “We have a glass elevator installed in the premium block, but not in these.”
I pull her around to the other side of the site. Her hand is pressing into mine, and the heat travels all the way up my body and straight to my dick.
She’s asking me questions about the site and I’m answering them as best I can, but truth is I’m looking for a place with a little privacy. I find it behind a half-built wall. It’s shielded by the foundation walls, so we have complete privacy. I stop abruptly, and she crashes into me. Her chatting stops.
I’m breathing hard as I pull her toward me. My hand goes to her round ass, and she gasps.
“I want you, Taylor,” I say, pressing my hard-on against her.
Her tongue darts out to lick her lips. “I want you too, Mr. Crowe.”
“Brandon. My name’s Brandon.”
I crash my lips down on hers, claiming her mouth. She parts her lips for me, and I slide my tongue in. Her hands reach around the back of my neck, pulling me toward her.
I run my hand down her ass and around to the front of her skirt. I pull at the fabric until my hand is on her flesh and sliding up her thigh. I reach the fabric of her panties, and she gasps as I run my hand over it.
“You’re wet,” I say, running my thumb over the damp fabric.
“I’m wet for you, Mr. Crowe.”
The way she says my name gets my blood pumping, and I grab at the fabric, ripping her panties off. She gasps.
“You’re going to get yourself in trouble if you keep saying my name like that,” I warn her.
She tilts her head back, exposing the skin of her neck.
“What kind of trouble is that, Mr. Crowe?”
There’s a low wall behind us, and I push her backwards until she’s leaning against it. “Don’t fuck with me, Taylor. Once you get me started, I won’t stop.” My hand is still under her skirt, and I stroke her wet folds as I talk.
“I don’t want you to stop.”
I find her clit and move my thumb in slow circles. My other hand reaches for the delicate skin of her neck. I slide my hand down to the top of her blouse and under her bra.
Her breathing’s getting shallow, and I sense her climax is close. I find her opening and slide a finger into her pussy. It closes around my finger, sucking me into the soft wetness.
“Your pussy’s nice and tight,” I say.
She looks me in the eye. “I’m a virgin.”
Holy shit. I stop for a moment, and she grabs my hand.
“Don’t stop.”
I slide my finger in and out and lean in to whisper in her ear. “Do you mean to tell me that no man has claimed you? No man has been in you?”
“Yes,” she says. “I’ve never been fucked.”
The dirty word on her innocent lips almost sends me over the edge. My dick is throbbing to be inside her, to stake my claim as the first and only man she’ll ever have.
“I’m going to claim you, Taylor,” I tell her as I thrust my finger into her. She cries out. I pick up the pace, sliding my finger in and out. “I’m going to claim your pussy.”
Her pussy clenches around me, and she cries out. Her orgasm courses through her body, and pussy juice gushes onto my hand.
I leave my finger inside her until her trembling stops. She’s looking at me all dreamy-eyed and satisfied, but I’m not done with her yet. It’s her first time, and I’m going to make sure she never forgets it.
7
Taylor
My body is still trembling from the orgasm. I’ve never done anything like this before. We’re in the middle of a building site in the middle of the day, and he’s the big boss.
I should have run when he took my hand; it was so unprofessional and unethical, but it feels so right. I want to give myself to him. I want him to have all of me. I reach for his belt buckle, and he stops my hand.
“Not yet,” he says.
“I want to please you,” I say.
“You’ll have plenty of time for that.”
He kneels in front of me and lifts my skirt. It’s cold on my bare pussy but only for a moment. Then his mouth is over me. His hot tongue licks my juices and darts into my slit. It feels heavenly, like all my nerve endings are alight.
The sensation runs right through me, and all I can do is lean back and give in to it. I open my legs for him, and he slides his finger into me. I thrust my hips forward to meet him, wanting more.
His tongue laps at my clit while his finger slides in and out. I feel my climax building; my whole body is riding a wave of pure ecstasy. Then he presses down on my clit and I explode against him, my cries echoing off the empty walls.
I’m still shaking when he presses his mouth to me again. The gentle pressure is all I need to set off another orgasm. I grasp the ledge of the wall as he makes me cum again and again, until finally he lowers my skirt.
My legs are like jelly. He takes my arm and helps me stand up.
“Are you okay?” he says, genuine concern crossing his face.
“I don’t think I can walk.”
“We’d better get back,” he says. “I want you to come into the meeting with the investors with me.”
“You want me in the meeting?” I say. “But I’m just an intern.”
“It’s your idea. Only you can present it with such passion.”
We start walking back, but something doesn’t feel right. I’ve had a string of delicious orgasms, and Mr. Crowe hasn’t had any.
“Wait,” I say. He stops and turns to face me. “It’s your turn.”
I put my hand on his belt buckle and sink to the ground. The concrete is hard under my knees, but I don’t care. I want his dick in my mouth; I want to please him.
My hands are shaking as I undo his zipper. I’ve never done anything so brazen before, but it feels so right with him.
His dick is hard when I pull it out of his pants. It’s thick and long, and there’s a purple vein throbbing all the way down the shaft. I feel the heat building between my legs at the sight of it. I slide my hand down his length and take the tip in my mouth. He tastes salty and sweet and I push my lips forward, needing to taste more.
He moans as my mouth slides down his shaft. I dart my tongue out, exploring the length of him. Licking and sucking as my mouth slides up and down.
“Taylor,” he moans, as he grabs my hair and pulls my mouth onto him.
The tip of his dick hits the back of my throat. It’s so dirty,
so sexy that I feel a gush of wetness between my legs.
“Touch yourself,” he says.
I reach under my skirt and rub my wet folds. Despite the multiple orgasms, my clit hardens instantly.
I moan into his mouth and pick up the pace. My throat opens and I take him all in, his dick ramming into the back of my throat. His hands are tangled in my hair, pulling me up and down him. My climax builds to meet his. His body stiffens, and hot cum shoots into the back of my throat. It sends me over the edge, and my body shakes as the orgasm tears through me. I drink his cum down, sucking up every last drop until we both stop trembling.
I release his dick and sit back on my heels. He smiles down at me, and wow my heart is full looking at that happy, satisfied smile. He offers a hand and pulls me to my feet.
My knees are scraped and dusty from the concrete, but I don’t care.
“That was incredible.”
“I want to please you,” I say.
“You do please me.”
“I want you to fuck me.”
He takes a sharp breath, and I can feel him getting hard against me again. I don’t know what’s come over me to behave so brazenly, but I know I want to give myself to this man. I want him to claim me.
“I’ll fuck you; I promise. But first we need to win over the investors.”
My mind drops back to reality. I have a presentation to give. I shake the dust off my knees and smooth down my hair.
“How do I look?” I ask.
“Perfect.” He leans over and kisses me on the forehead. “Now let’s go earn us some money to build your moss walls.”
8
Brandon
We’re meeting on the top floor of the penthouse apartment in the luxury block. It’s the only apartment block that’s finished, and we did it first for exactly this reason: to impress the foreign investors.
A glass elevator takes us to the 70th floor. The elevator faces outward away from the development, looking out over the city.