by Ellie Danes
“Oh, yeah? And what would you like to try?”
I stood up and walked slowly over to him, feeling more and more turned on with every passing second. All my weariness seemed to have evaporated, and now my formerly tired muscles were filled with energy. This was crazy, and I couldn't really believe it was happening. I could stop at any time, but I didn’t want to.
He turned his chair around, looking up at me with eyes that I could plainly see were full of lust.
“So, you were gonna fire me, huh?” I purred, taking slow, deliberate steps toward him. “That's what you were gonna do?”
He spread his legs a little wider open, inviting me to sit on his lap.
“How could I fire someone like you?” he asked. “You're a brilliant marketing director but what's more, you're sexy...so damn sexy. I can't get my mind off you.”
I accepted his unspoken invitation and slid slowly onto his lap. This was the first time our bodies had touched since the night we’d slept together.
“Mm, it feels good to have you so close to me,” he whispered, running his fingers through my hair as he did. “I've been waiting for this for a long time.”
“I have, too,” I confessed. “Every time I see you, thoughts of what we did together run through my head.”
“Let's stop torturing ourselves then,” he said, gazing hungrily into my eyes. “Let's just live in the moment.”
I couldn't hold back any longer. I leaned forward and kissed him. As soon as our lips met, a surge of raw electricity coursed through me, and fiery desire ripped through my body, igniting every nerve ending. Kyle's fingers tightened their grip on my hair, pulling me in closer as he grabbed a fistful of it. We kissed deeply. I had to have him inside me. I couldn't wait a moment longer.
With eager, fumbling hands I reached down and felt a throbbing hardness already swelling between his thighs. He, meanwhile, began pawing at my body with his strong hands, animalistic in his naked lust for my body. We gasped and moaned into one another's mouths as we kissed, and with every second my blood seemed to grow hotter and hotter as it coursed through my veins, sending the heat of arousal through my body.
With eager fingers, I began unbuttoning his shirt. He didn't even bother with the buttons. He just grabbed my blouse and ripped it violently open, and then cupped my breasts, one in each hand, and started to massage them eagerly. My nipples stiffened delightfully at his touch, and I reached down inside his pants and gripped his swollen manhood. It felt good in my hand—thick, steel-hard at this point, and practically glowing with eager heat.
He moved his head down to my breasts as I straddled him, swirling his tongue around my nipple and sending shivers of delight through my chest.
“I want you inside me,” I whispered into his ear as I kissed his neck.
He reached down with his left hand and pulled my panties to the side, and then slid his hand onto me, gasping with pleasure as he felt how wet I already was. All the heat in my body seemed to be pooling at the meeting of my thighs. I was soft, wet, and immensely hot, and I needed him inside me.
With deft fingertips, he began stroking my clit, using a gentle, almost teasing pressure. Wave after wave of pleasure shot through me, and I gasped and moaned as I rode the waves of bliss, bucking and grinding onto his hand as I hungered for a harder, firmer rhythm. I reached down, unclipped his belt, and then unzipped his pants. His large manhood sprang right out, stiff and pointing skyward.
He kept my panties, which were now drenched with my wetness, pulled to the side, and then lifted me up and lowered me down onto his throbbing cock. I guided him inside me and felt a tremendous surge of pleasure as his length and thickness entered me, pushing its sizable mass into me inch by beautiful inch. I let out a long, slow moan as he filled me up completely, and then he gripped my ass, clamping his powerful hands onto each cheek and squeezing appreciatively, and then he began to rock me back and forth, thrusting slowly in and out of me.
His strokes were slow and deep, and each one brought with it an exquisite boost of sheer pleasure. I ran my fingers over his smooth, powerfully-muscled chest as I rode him with languid speed, relishing in the slow, deep pleasure his thrusts were giving me.
As he started to increase the speed of his thrusts, he started rubbing on my clit with his free hand, and this brought an even more intense pleasure. I gasped and shuddered, bucking and grinding my hips onto him as I took his full length inside of me. Wave after wave of increasingly intense pleasure began to tear powerfully through me, and I could feel the force of an orgasm building.
Now he was starting to thrust with a furious speed, grunting and panting from the exertion, and I was on the verge of exploding with sheer bliss, with each almost violent stroke pushing me closer and closer to the edge of the cliff. Then, finally, with one powerful thrust, I came. The orgasm tore through my body with a force that had me crying out in ecstasy, and the power of it as it surged through me left me feeling limp and almost weightless.
He came shortly after that as well, crying out hoarsely. He held me tightly, breathing hard as the waves of pleasure that were coursing through each of our bodies slowly began to subside.
Now, however, through the joyous post-coital fog, a question was beginning to form in my mind. A worrying question.
What next? Where to now?
Chapter 12
Kyle
I leaned back in my chair, breathing hard and sweating. The bliss of the orgasm that had just ripped through my body still lingered. I felt high. I smiled as I looked down at the beautiful head rested on my bare chest, her arms wrapped around me as she simmered in the afterglow of her own orgasm. She breathed out a long, contented sigh. This moment was magic, pure magic, and I wanted it to last forever but reality was already starting to slide in, and I knew things were going to go back to how they had been before.
The catch was, I wanted more than that. I wanted to be able to call her mine.
I blinked a few times, shaking the thought from my head.
Hold up there, hold up, you're moving too quickly. Hell, how do you even know that she wants to do anything like that?
I tried to push these thoughts out of my head. This wasn't what I wanted or needed to be thinking about right now. But still, it was something that was going to have to be confronted and dealt with at some stage.
Meredith looked up at me, her gaze full of affection. “That was...that was pretty amazing,” she murmured, still looking up at me with those gorgeous eyes.
I smiled with genuine warmth. I couldn't take my eyes off her, and I couldn't help but wonder if she was seeing the same thing in my eyes that I could see in hers. That thing that both of us were feeling but, perhaps, neither of us were quite ready to talk about. Not yet, not for a while, maybe.
“It was incredible,” I replied.
We both stared into each other’s eyes for a few moments, still savoring the elation of our lovemaking. Eventually, though, Meredith stood. For a few moments, as she put her clothes back on, I was treated to the sight of her naked body with those exquisite curves. Man, she was attractive. Curvier girls had always been my type, and she was packing some serious heat in the curves department. Down below, I felt a stirring, a swelling and a throbbing of heat and excitement, but I held back.
After a few moments, she finished putting her clothes on and then straightened her hair and got her bag. “I guess I'd better get going. As you know, I've been here literally all day, and now half the night as well, and I have to, and I really mean have to get some rest.”
I nodded. “Of course. You did email me everything you finished up this evening, right?”
It was amazing – and kind of weird – how quickly we managed to slip back into work talk after what we had just done together. Was it a sign that things were...? No, no, I wasn’t going to read too much into this right now.
“If you check your email, you'll see that it's all there,” she said.
I nodded. “Fantastic. Thank you so much for that. I really, truly
appreciate the hard work you've been doing. I know we've been pushing you pretty hard, and you've really held up under all of this pressure. I'm genuinely impressed.”
She smiled. “Thank you. I do enjoy working here. It's a challenge, of course, but it's a good challenge, and I can definitely say that I’m learning and growing because of it.”
“Excellent. I'm glad we've been able to provide you with the opportunity to do that.”
She nodded and stepped toward the door. A sudden anxiety sprang up inside me as she did.
“Wait a second,” I said as she reached the door.
She turned around, running her fingers through her hair as she did, and for a brief moment I was totally struck once again by just how stunning she was.
“Yeah?” she asked.
I breathed in slowly and deeply before speaking, feeling a tingle of nervousness inside me. “Are we gonna... are we gonna talk about what just happened?”
I immediately saw a look of something in her expression, something a little like fear, or maybe anxiety, definitely something like awkwardness, but she quickly disguised it. “I, uh... Well, I know we should. Obviously. It's just that right now...you know, I'm exhausted, I'm sleep deprived, and I'm feeling like a total zombie.”
“Oh, I see,” I replied.
“Not that I don't want to talk about it. Please don't think I mean that,” she said. “I just think that now maybe isn't the best time. When we're both a little more awake, and when you don't have so much whiskey in your system.” She eased the tension with a smile.
I nodded, and then grinned. “Hey, you have a bit of whiskey in your system too, you know.”
She smiled. “A little.”
“And didn't you enjoy it?”
“It's the first whiskey I've ever had that I actually enjoyed,” she remarked. “It was quite tasty.”
I chuckled. “I told you, twenty-one-year-old single malt. It's amazing stuff, it really is.”
“I believe you. Anyway, I've got to get going.”
“I understand. But we do need to talk about things. And not just what happened right now between us. Other stuff, too. Look, I just want to say again that I'm really, really sorry about how I've been acting toward you over the past month. Things are gonna change.”
“I'm sorry, too. I'm not gonna place all the blame on you,” she said, “I was guilty of a little bitchiness as well.”
An idea popped into my head and before I could even mull it over, I was blurting it out. “Can I take you out to dinner?”
“Take me out to dinner, huh?”
“Just as friends,” I added quickly, perhaps a bit too hastily.
She nodded. “As friends. I can do that. When do you want to do this?”
“I was thinking maybe tomorrow evening, since you're not working?”
“I already promised my best friend, who I've hardly seen for a month, that I would spend the day with her tomorrow,” she said. “I'm not trying to blow you off or anything but I really owe it to her – and to myself – to do that.”
“How about Friday evening then?”
“Okay. Friday evening it is,” she said with a smile. “Good night, Kyle.”
I nodded. “You need me to call a cab, give you a ride, anything like that?”
She shook her head. “No, I'll be fine, but please promise me something.”
“Sure, what?”
“That you won't drive yourself home tonight.”
“All right, I won’t.”
“Good, because your bad boy days are over, now that you’re a CEO.” She winked.
“Have a good night, Meredith,” I said. “I hope you get a long, restful night of sleep.”
“I need it.”
“And you deserve it.”
She smiled, and once more I was captivated by just how beautiful she was. “Good night, Kyle. I'll see you soon.”
“Good night, Meredith.”
She walked out, and then she was gone and I was alone in my office once more. I sighed, and then opened my email account. She was free to go, but I still had a long night of work ahead of me. I poured myself a little more whiskey, and then got to it.
* * * * *
I had offered to pick Meredith up for our “date” but she declined, saying she’d just meet me at the restaurant. I had to admit, I was nervous. I wasn't sure what exactly I was feeling nervous about, though. Maybe the uncertainty, and where we would go from this point. I didn’t think either of us had been expecting what had happened the other night but I was glad that it had. It had brought to a head a number of issues and some tension that had been simmering between us for quite some time.
I pulled up outside the restaurant, got out of my Porsche, and handed the keys to the valet.
“I'll make sure I park it nicely, sir,” he said with a smile.
“Thanks.” I headed into the restaurant and looked around until I saw her already seated at one of the tables. I stood and stared for a while before she caught sight of me. Man, she was gorgeous. I had to remind myself that I needed to concentrate, remain focused, and not get distracted by how attracted I was to her.
“Hey!” she said with an enthusiastic smile, standing as I reached the table.
She hugged me, something I didn’t expect. It felt good to have her body pressed against mine again for a second, even if it was for something as tame as a hug.
“So,” I began.
“So...” she said as I sat down across from her. We both had to chuckle, and any awkwardness that remained evaporated into the air.
“Did you enjoy your day off the other day?” I asked her.
“I did,” she said. “Ella and I went to Greenwich Village, then saw a movie, got massages, and indulged in a lot of good food that wasn’t good for us. It was super relaxing, and I really needed it after all the hours I’ve been putting in.”
“Yeah, I know,” I said. “You have been working hard. Trust me, I've been paying attention. The work you did the other night was phenomenal, by the way. Where do you get these ideas for your marketing campaigns?”
She laughed. “Oh, I don't know, they just pop into my head, I guess. I'm glad you're impressed with them.”
“I really am, and I'm not just saying that. You're a real asset to the company.”
She smiled, almost shyly. “Thank you, Kyle.”
The waiter interrupted the moment, and I asked him to bring us a bottle of wine. Then we continued talking. I think both of us were kind of waiting for the wine to arrive before we got onto the topic of what had happened in my office a few nights ago. Talking about that kind of thing would be a lot easier once we’d had a little to drink and our inhibitions were lower.
“So, uh, what happened in my office,” I started.
She blushed. “Yeah, that...I knew it was gonna come up but to tell you the truth, I'm not really sure what to say about it.”
“Well, I guess we were both feeling a lot of pressure from work, and there was the tension between us that had been going on for a month,” I said.
Where was I going with this? Was I ready to tell her the truth, that she had been on my mind constantly, that I couldn't get her out of my head, and that I wasn't able to even talk to another woman? This was what I had been thinking about all day, telling her what I was struggling with, letting her know how I truly felt. But that we were actually talking about it, I was feeling as if I couldn't say those things. I didn't know why but this moment didn't feel like the right time to say it.
“Yeah. There certainly was a lot of tension,” she said. “And I don't think you need to shoulder the blame for that yourself. Like I said, there were times when I think I was being more than a little on edge.”
“I do think it was more my fault, though,” I said. “I was feeling a lot of stress and pressure after taking over the company, and then there was the um, the awkwardness that arose from how you and I first met, and I acted like a dick. I'll admit that. And I'm sorry about that.”
“I'm sorr
y, too,” she said. “Well, I guess we can see now why what happened the other night happened. There was all this pent-up tension, and that was a way to release it.”
I nodded, not sure how I felt about the direction in which this was going but feeling pretty powerless to do anything to change course.
“Yeah,” I said. “And it was a fantastic way to release all of that tension.”
She chuckled and smiled. “It really was.”
A hot stirring of arousal started within me but I managed to keep a level head.
My phone rang just as I was wondering what to say next, providing a welcome interruption in the conversation. It was my dad.
“Excuse me for a moment, Meredith,” I said. “It's my dad, so I need to take this.”
“No problem,” she said.
“Hi, Dad,” I answered, “can you give me a minute to step outside?”
“Sure thing, son,” he said.
I walked briskly out of the restaurant so that I could talk to him with a little privacy.
“So, what's up?” I asked as soon as I was outside.
“Do you remember the conversation you and I had the other day?”
“Uh, which one?”
“Come on, son, don't play dumb. About the need for you to settle down and clean up this playboy image once and for all.”
I groaned. “Yeah, Dad, I remember.”
“Don't act like that about it. You know your public image is extremely important for the company. Now you're going to have to man up and do this.”
“I told you, it isn't as easy as all that.”
“That's why I'm going to help you with it.”
“Help me with it?” I asked, wondering what he meant.
“Yes! I've arranged a date for you.”
“A what? A date?”
“There's a girl I know who is just perfect for you! And you'll be taking her out for dinner tomorrow evening. Write it down in your calendar. It's a date. Tomorrow evening you're going to meet the girl who I’m certain is going to be your wife.”
Chapter 13
Meredith
When Kyle went out to take his phone call, I finally had a chance to breathe. I was really feeling the pressure. Talking about this kind of stuff always made me feel that way.