All That She Wants (Connor's Point of View Part 1)

by Olivia Thorne

  She had backbone.

  She had gumption.

  She had plans.

  I really couldn’t bring up anything about my own past, or I’d blow my cover.

  So I just laughed, and headed for her boss’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.”

  She looked at me like she didn’t quite know what to make of me… and then walked over and unlocked the door.

  13

  I spent another hour going through Klaus’s files. I knew the companies I was looking for – they were all analogous in size to corporations I invested in or sat on the boards of. Lily found the ones I wanted and kept a respectful silence as I pored over them.

  Halfway through, I got a text from Johnny.

  Not to rush you, boss, but I thought you said an hour? You okay?

  I texted back: I’m fine. Something came up. Just hang out.

  Finally I’d had enough of looking through the files. Klaus was shitty at his job, and now I had proof to kill the buyout.

  But I had a more pressing problem on my hands.

  How to move from a business relationship with Lily… to something a little more personal.

  Actually, a lot more personal.

  I could ask her out for a drink… but she probably won’t leave work… working late… coffee. I bet she would have coffee with me.

  Then I remembered the last time I’d been here, up in the boardroom on the top floor. And I remembered what was up there.

  But how to get inside…?

  I scanned Klaus’s desk.

  Like a dumbass, he’d left his security badge right there by his computer.

  Excellent.

  I looked up at Lily. She was watching me intently.

  “I feel like a cappuccino,” I said. “You feel like a cappuccino?”

  Her face fell.

  Shit, Templeton, you really have the touch.

  “Uh… I guess I could go get some Starbucks if you want,” she said, trying not to sound too disappointed.

  I gave an inner sigh of relief.

  “Screw that. Last time I was here, there was a pretty nice machine up in the boardroom. Want to check it out?”

  She immediately perked back up – but then the fear took over.

  Would a lowly secretary break into the company board room to have some coffee with a stranger?

  We were about to find out exactly how naughty Lily Ross really was.

  She narrowed her eyes again. “When were you here?”

  “Oh, long before your august tenure at Exerton began. So, what do you say?”

  “I don’t have access to that.”

  I picked up 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…”

  Sell it, Templeton – sell it –

  “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.”

  She looked at me, her eyes wide.

  I could tell she wanted to.

  I silently willed her to give in.

  “…okay,” she reluctantly agreed.

  YES.

  Game ON.

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  I tried to make it fun – two kids sneaking out of the house, or raiding the family liquor cabinet. I wanted the good vibes to overwhelm her fear – and it worked. She laughed all the way up to the top floor.

  Sure enough, Klaus’s badge got us into the boardroom. There was a nice view of downtown Los Angeles, with the lights of the traffic twinkling in the darkness. Up here, above the noise and the grime on the street, it was almost as pretty as you could get.

  Perfect.

  Just as I thought, the cappuccino machine was a La Marzocco GS/3. I remembered because I’ve got one at home.

  Lily seemed lost as she inspected it, though. “I have no idea how to work this.”

  “I’ll take it from here,” I said, and began prepping the machine.

  “Did you work in Starbucks in college or something?”

  I gave her a half-frown, half-smile. “What? Where did you get that?”

  “You know how to work that machine.”

  “I own one.”

  She shook her head. “Must be nice.”

  “Nothing but the best, Lily. You should try it sometime.”

  She rolled her eyes at me. I grinned and fixed the drinks.

  After I was finished, we took our cappuccinos back to the boardroom. I made sure the lights stayed off. Better to see the city lights, yes… but also way more romantic.

  I took a sip as I looked her over.

  “This was worth the whole trip,” I said.

  She looked over at me. “The view?” she asked, though she was obviously fishing for a compliment.

  “No, the coffee,” I said, and playfully lifted my cup.

  She hit me lightly on the arm.

  Ohhhhh, a hitter…

  I wonder if that energy comes out in other ways, too…

  I put on a deadpan face. “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?”

  “Fine,” she said, though she really meant Smartass. “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 stared into her big brown eyes.

  She was holding her breath… which I liked.

  “…the view,” I whispered.

  She smacked me on the arm again.

  I laughed. “Aaah! I’m going to report you to HR for that!”

  “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,” she said, then took a sip of cappuccino and smiled at me.

  She had just the slightest bit of foam on her lip.

  Immediately I thought, There’s my opening play.

  I gestured to her. “You have a little, uh, foam on your lip.”

  Her smile fell, and she tried to wipe it off.

  “Here, I’ll – just hold still.”

  I reached out and touched her mouth.

  I could feel her body trembling beneath my touch.

  GOD that turned me on.

  I brushed my finger across her lip seductively. For the first time, I let her see my true feelings – no humor, no playful flirtation, just naked desire. That I wanted her.

  And she moaned.

  Softly – just barely – but she moaned.

  She blushed furiously, as though ashamed of what she’d given away.

  It was one of the biggest turn-ons I’d ever experienced in my life.

  Just as I was about to lean forward and kiss her, she surprised the hell out of me.

  She opened her lips and licked the tip of my finger.

  Softly.

  Slowly.

  She seemed so innocent and conservative… and I guess I had let myself believe that, and only that.

  I’d forgotten the part about still waters running deep.

  My heart started beating faster as she began to suck, ever so lightly, playing her tongue over my fingertip.

  I was getting hard – so hard – just feeling her mouth, her lips, her tongue.

  I couldn’t stand it anymore.

  I pulled my fingers away and kissed her.

  God she tasted sweet… and not just from the sugar in the coffee.

  I wanted to taste her all over, to find out if she tasted that sweet everywhere.

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nbsp; I wrapped her up in my arms, crushed her against me as my need for her became a raging fire.

  I wrapped my arms around her, feeling her curves, her breasts pressing against my body.

  She opened her mouth to me, and I slowly began to French kiss her. So sweet… so soft… so inviting… so sensual…

  I lowered my hands and felt her ass – Jesus, what an ass. I cupped one cheek in my hand and forced her against me, pressing her against my cock, which was harder than I could ever remember. It ached to be inside her.

  And then she surprised me again.

  Her hand drifted slowly… ever so ladylike… down below my belt…

  …and she began to caress me.

  Ohhhhhhhh…

  She just kept tracing her fingers slowly up and down my cock… pressed her palm against it, as though she wanted to cup it, to hold it.

  I wanted her to hold it. I wanted her to stroke it, to lick it, to play with it, to put it inside her.

  I had never wanted something so much in my life.

  She moaned again as she stroked me. Moaned right into my mouth as we kissed.

  I hadn’t felt like this in years. Miranda had never been this passionate; she’d always had a cool detachment throughout. Never made a noise.

  But this girl…

  …I wanted to make her come just so I could hear what she would sound like.

  I took my hand and put it over hers, pressed her hand over my cock, made her hold it tighter.

  Then I whispered in her ear, “You feel that?”

  She nodded silently.

  “YOU do that to me,” I whispered. “YOU make me hard like that.”

  As I said it, I ran my lips along her earlobe.

  She whimpered. I could feel her trembling as she rubbed me harder.

  I reached up and grabbed her hair at the nape of her neck, softly pulled her head back until her throat was exposed – and then I began to kiss her. Lick her. Light flicks of my tongue across her skin, mixed with hot, feverish kisses.

  Then I put both my hands on her ass, lifted her up, and placed her on the table.

  Her hand dropped away from my cock, but I didn’t care about that at the moment.

  I wanted to touch her breasts.

  I kissed her on the mouth and slowly moved my fingers to her blouse, circling the curves under the cloth.

  DAMN it had been too long since I’d done this.

  I felt like a teenager again, I was so excited.

  I started at the outside and slowly moved inwards, around and around, feeling the swell of her breasts, first cupping one, then the other, loving the weight of them in my palm. My fingertips brushed over her nipples, which were so hard I could feel them through both her bra and blouse.

  I cannot tell you how badly I wanted to have my mouth on them.

  But I denied myself momentarily and kept on kissing her, nuzzling her – and she kept moaning, a low, soft, trembling sigh, her face fixed in an expression of ecstasy.

  I couldn’t wait anymore. I unbuttoned her blouse as fast as I could and pulled it off. Now she was sitting there in front of me, creamy skin under a little black lacy bra, the swell of her breasts tantalizing me like two gorgeous, ripe peaches. They were smaller, maybe a B cup, but goddamn they were beautiful – firm, soft, with an enticing little valley of cleavage.

  I had to have them NOW.

  As I kissed her, I reached around and undid the clasp.

  She started to shrug off her bra, but I stopped her.

  The first time you see a woman’s breasts is like your first sip of an exquisite wine, or tasting an incredible dessert: it’s something you should savor, and make last as long as possible.

  “No. I want to do it,” I demanded, my voice hoarse.

  She nodded and looked at me so innocently it almost killed me. I bent down and kissed her shoulders, licked her skin, and slowly slid the strap off her left shoulder. Then I did the right strap. Then I moved down into her cleavage, kissing and licking as I pulled away her bra.

  Jesus Christ she had great tits. Teardrop shaped, perky, dark pink areolas –

  I lowered my head and enveloped one with my mouth.

  She gasped as I sucked, running my tongue over one erect nipple, then switched to the other, always cupping the opposite breast in my hand, playing with it, fondling it. She arched her back like a cat and moaned louder. I pressed both of her breasts together with my hands and let my tongue slide wetly from one tiny erect point to the other.

  And then she pushed me away.

  “What’s wrong?” I asked, puzzled.

  “Nothing,” she whispered, those big brown doe eyes staring into mine as she moved her hands down to my belt. “I just want this.”

  Her tone – innocent but seductive, lustful but sweet – nearly drove me insane.

  I leaned my head back and groaned as she rubbed me through my pants. Then she undid my fly and slipped her hand inside.

  Oh FUCK.

  Her soft skin, so cool to the touch, brushed against the base of my cock, which felt scorching hot by contrast. Her tiny fingers hesitantly encircled me, and I felt like I might come just from that luscious, feather-soft pressure.

  She slid off the table and knelt down in front of me, her face just a couple of inches away as she undid my belt and tugged my pants to the floor. Though she left my boxers on, there wasn’t much left to the imagination: my cock was hard as steel as it strained against the cloth.

  Her eyes got wide as she stared at it, and her mouth opened the slightest bit.

  I’m on the bigger side of ‘large.’

  I’m guessing she liked that.

  She touched my thigh, and then slid her hand around to my ass. Caressed it. Cupped it. Squeezed it.

  She looked up at me coquettishly and bit her lip.

  FUCK that drove me wild.

  Lily, you keep doing that, and I’m going to throw you down on the floor and take you RIGHT NOW.

  She pulled my boxers down gently, pulling my cock down with it. I grimaced the tiniest bit – it was so hard and rigid that it was uncomfortable pointing downward at an angle like that – but I was enjoying the show too much to stop her. Just like when I pulled her bra off, she appeared to be savoring the experience. She tugged my underwear down slowly, revealing the base… then pulled it farther, sliding the boxers further down the shaft… until she finally pulled the cloth free of the tip.

  It bobbed up into place, all discomfort gone.

  She just kept kneeling there, looking at it.

  It was an incredible turn-on.

  Most women I’ve been with have enjoyed my cock quite a bit – although, unfortunately, not as much as my credit cards.

  But it had been a long time since anyone looked at it with the expression Lily had right now.

  Like she was entranced.

  Then she did that thing again: she looked up at me with those innocent brown eyes, and bit her lip, like she wasn’t sure she should do what she had in mind.

  I wanted to groan and shout, I was so frustrated.

  I was about two seconds away from throwing her down and ravishing her –

  And then… she reached out and started to play with it.

  She caressed it slowly, her touch like silk as she ran her fingers along my entire length, circling it with her fingers, slowly stroking up and down. The whole time she just stared at it, watching it in her hand as she pleasured me.

  I felt like I was riding a wave, several notches below orgasm. I wasn’t going to come from it, so it was almost like torture as she caressed me with no attempt to take me higher.

  And the whole time she just stared at it, watching it in her hand as she pleasured me.

  I moaned some more.

  A contraction jolted my cock, and a huge drop of pre-come beaded up from the slit in the head. She rubbed her palm across it and wet my shaft down, slowly spreading my own juices over me, slicking me down, doubling the sensation, making me moan.

  Then she leaned forward a
nd kissed it.

  I gasped when those gorgeous little lips touched the crown.

  Then it got even better.

  She ran her tongue up my shaft, all the way to the head… paused at the top… then licked me back down to my balls.

  Then she pulled my cock away from my body – I could feel the tendons at the base strain as she pulled – and slowly enveloped the head with her mouth.

  JESUS.

  Wet – so wet.

  Warm, then hot.

  Soft.

  Even wetter.

  She took in a little bit more of my shaft – but not much. I could tell she wasn’t exactly experienced at this, but I didn’t care; I was just enjoying her blissed-out expression as she softly, sweetly sucked. I loved the feel of her mouth on me, all wetness and heat; loved watching the head of my cock slowly disappear into her mouth; loved seeing her soft, pink lips gliding over my skin. She moved so slowly that I felt everything – her tongue sliding across me, the wetness, the heat… all the while staring at me with those big, brown, trusting eyes.

  It was one of the most erotic things I’d ever experienced.

  Then she started running her hands up and down my shaft, slowly, letting some of the wetness from her mouth dribble down and lubricate her touch. I closed my eyes and just stood there in ecstasy, feeling her hands slippery around my girth, her mouth lingering over my head, her tongue swirling, her fingertips tickling my balls.

  GOD I was getting so close –

  But I didn’t want to come in her mouth.

  I didn’t just want a blowjob.

  I wanted to fuck her brains out.

  I wanted to hear her moan and scream.

  So I gently pushed her away from me.

  The head of my cock slid away from her lips, and suddenly I was back in control.

  Well… kind of.

  But I felt a wild, furious need inside me that I hadn’t felt in forever.

  She looked up at me, surprised, like Did I do something wrong?

  I wanted to cup her face and tell her, No, you did EVERYTHING RIGHT.

  But what came out instead was, “I need you NOW,” my voice thick with lust and urgency.

  15

  She nodded, overcome, and I pulled her to her feet.

  At this point, I was a man possessed.

  I had to get her clothes off her NOW.