Bing!
So are my bra and underwear.
A tingle washes across my skin as more blood surges to inflate my cock. Could her panties be a match to the lace ones she wore on Friday?
“Tony?” Deidra’s voice from the doorway startles me.
I place my phone on the desk, struggling to maintain some semblance of professional composure. “Yes?”
“Are you okay? I called your name three times.”
“Really?” I smile, forcing a touch of confusion onto my face. “Must have been too focused on my email.”
Her expression says she doesn’t believe me, but thankfully she lets it slide. “The COO and CFO at Parkerson agreed to a casual lunch meet and greet before tomorrow’s approach.” I nod, confident our suggestion of a buyout will be well received. “Also,” she continues, “reception called. Your nine thirty is here.”
I sigh, wishing I could text Heather and ask if her panties are lace. “Tell them to send him up.” Deidra leaves and I quickly text back that I’m going into a meeting and will write again, soon. I’d hate for her to think I was blowing her off.
The morning flies by and before I know it, the luncheon with the Parkerson group is upon me.
“And then he said, ‘We don’t fuck the camel, sir. We ride it into town where the whores are.’” Genuine laughter spills from Brian, as a red-faced Harvey laughs louder than the bad joke warrants.
“Good one, sir.” Brian pats the old drunk on his shoulder.
How Harvey, a raging alcoholic, positioned his firm to diversify and hold stock in three separate companies we’d like to buy is beyond me. I recognized the signs from the moment he sat down: ruddy complexion, lots of broken capillaries in his face, watery eyes, unfocused attention, shaking hands. The latter magically disappeared after his second martini.
Bile rose in my throat at the thought of this man being in charge of anyone’s finances. Just like my father, he’d lose it all and never wonder what happened, focused only on when he could get his next drink.
Before our meal arrived, Harvey had finished his fourth drink and showed no signs of stopping. His COO, Paul something, didn’t bat an eye, which told me his behavior of drinking in excess during working hours isn’t a surprise. Every question I directed Harvey’s way was answered halfway, as if he kind of knew what was going on, but I wouldn’t count on his accuracy for anything vital.
Tomorrow morning, when I see their financials, I’ll know more. Approaching a prospective buyout like we’re interested in investing money in the company usually works like a charm. They show us everything and then we make a bid. Of course, we do our due diligence ahead of time, researching everything we could possibly find publicly before even bothering to approach them.
The intel on the company’s holdings looks strong. I never would have expected this idiot to be the one who kept them financially sound. If their sales team hadn’t lost their top five biggest accounts in the last two months, they might not have come up on our radar. According to rumor, two salesmen recently resigned when sexual harassment suits were filed by some of the staff. Our recruiting group finalized hiring their remaining best sales members on Friday, effectively cutting off the company’s only chance to recoup what they lost.
I bet Harvey hasn’t even calculated the fallout from that debacle yet. They could have trouble making paychecks within six weeks if he can’t liquidate some of those shrewd investments quickly.
The meal wraps up and we part ways. I’m eager to get out the door and away from that travesty of a businessman as fast as I can. A sour taste bubbles up from my stomach, ensuring I won’t be able to go back to that establishment for a while without thinking of Harvey’s six-martini lunch and crude jokes. It will be a pleasure to buy their soon-to-be-crumbling company and kick out his loser ass.
On the street, I pass a woman with straight, black hair. It’s not as long as Heather’s but it still brings a vision of the vixen to my mind. Thoughts of Heather should help expunge the recent distasteful company from my mind. She’s infiltrated every part of my head, and I’m kind of freaked out over it. Normally, a piece of ass is a piece of ass. But this woman lingers in the back of my brain, almost coating my very essence with her scent. Maybe after I finally sleep with her, some of this obsession will fade.
Or it could get worse, you sorry sap.
I’m thinking about her every five minutes, how could it possibly be worse? I dig my phone out of my pocket, scanning for text messages and nothing else. Yes! I have one. With an attachment, too.
Should I open it here on the street? What if it’s naughty? Nah, she wouldn’t send me anything like that yet, right? I click on the link for it to download and then jog across the street toward the office. Once my foot hits the sidewalk the image opens on my screen. Smooth skin and a curve of muscle lead down to a tapered ankle. One delicate foot fits snugly into a sexy red shoe with a shiny silver heel. My hand grips the phone harder as I stare at the picture. Damn, that’s fucking hot.
Very sexy, I type back. Makes me want to take them off you. Very slowly.
I hurry to my office, hoping to be alone when she writes back.
I glance down at the screen while I ride the elevator.
Bing!
And then what would you do?
My cock twitches to life, clearly eager with the turn of the conversation.
I’d trail kisses up your legs. I hit send and have to force myself to breathe as I wait for her to reply.
Very nice.
That’s it? Nothing more comes through. I wait five minutes, wondering if I should continue. I set my phone down, resisting the overwhelming urge to call and beg to see her tonight. Maybe I can cut out of here early. I check my calendar to see what I have going on after five. Just internal meetings with Marcus and Brian. I can blow them off. We’d be rehashing our strategy for tomorrow’s meeting and I already know what we’re doing.
Bing!
And then?
A grin splits across my face as I hold back from typing my next response. First, I email Brian and Marcus to cancel our meeting, then I settle into my chair, eager to stir up Heather as much as possible. If I can get her hot and bothered, I may have a real chance of seducing her out of her panties and into an actual bed.
My raging boner pokes above the waistband of my underwear as I text back, And then I’d slowly unzip your skirt…
Oooo…you’re a bad boy…
I fumble with the small phone, cursing at the tiny size of the buttons compared to my thumbs. Why have I never noticed how hard it is to type when aroused? Maybe it’s the blood loss in my brain…
Backspacing several times to correct fat finger slips, I respond, You like it when I’m bad, don’t you?
That depends. Are we talking I’d need a paddle, or do you just mean sexy dirty fun?
A paddle! Has she spanked a lover before? The pressure in my cock and the spike in my heartbeat imply I might not be adverse to a paddle. Interesting…
Before I can form a coherent reply, she texts again. Got to run. My boss is back.
Damn! Just when things were really heating up. I shuffle through the rest of the afternoon, functioning in a haze of desire. For hours, I itch to text her but don’t want to get her in trouble at the office. Then again, if things go as planned, we should own Parkerson by next quarter.
How would Heather feel about our company owning hers? I would technically be above her in the corporate scheme of things, but considering the size of Apollo, it’s not like we’d be working together in any sense. If she’s like most employees during a hostile takeover, her biggest concern will be keeping her job after the buyout is complete.
It’s a quarter after five. Should I risk texting her? Intrigued by the paddle idea, I send out a feeler in my next text. So…about that paddle?
Fifteen of the longest minutes of my life go by before she responds, You’re contemplating being spanked, aren’t you?
I can’t deny it. Once she mentioned it, the im
age of her wielding a long wooden paddle sprang to full life in my mind, complete with a black leather bikini and those high-heeled boots I bought yesterday.
Not willing to give in to this sexy, but dark, premise just yet, I text back, Maybe.
Having her convince me to try such bedroom play sounds like a lot of fun. I could drag it out and deny her a bit. Might get her juices running. Hmmm…
Bing!
Are you as turned on right now as I am?
Hell, yes. My eyesight narrows to the screen, peripheral vision fading as blood pumps into my crotch.
Yes, I text back quickly. I need to see you.
Need to, huh? That sounds serious.
Oh, it is. Please?
Okay. I’ll race you to my place. Are you game?
What? Race her? She must be leaving work right away. Before I have a chance to respond she texts back, Bye!
Uncaring about the obvious boner in my pants, I fly out of the office, yelling over my shoulder to Deidra that I have an emergency and will see her tomorrow. I slam my thumb onto the down button and restlessly shift from foot to foot. I text back, You’re on. I’m heading over.
The city streets swarm with yellow cabs, not one willing to stop at my hail. I resist the primal urge to sprint the entire way to her apartment. Instead, I jostle along with the hordes leaving work, walking fast when a brief opening appears among the bodies.
My erection fades a little during my mad dash, but I prefer this half-aroused state to the crazy stares I received in the elevator. I never knew women were so observant. One woman in her fifties licked her lips and blew me a kiss. I swear, if we’d been alone, she would have made a pass at me.
I nod to Heather’s doorman and walk past like I have every damn right to be strolling in like I own the place. The elevator doors whoosh shut, cocooning me in silence while I travel alone to her floor. The pressure in my pants builds again, and I shift myself to a more comfortable position. God, how I want her…I want to kiss her senseless and make her call my name when I do her.
After an achingly long ride, I reach her floor. I march to her door and knock hard, not bothering with the bell. She answers wearing only a red bra, red panties, and her sexy red shoes. The soft curls of her hair lie over one shoulder, the long strands tickling the tip of one satin-covered breast. Heat and lust colors her expression, proving she wants this as much as I do.
I step in, slamming the door with one hand. I pull her slender form against me, pressing my lips to hers. My tongue dives inside, teasing and battling with hers while her hands work the buttons on my shirt. The tension between us flares as she lifts one leg and grinds her crotch over my erection.
My hands slide down her smooth back, cupping her tight little bottom and hefting her off the floor to wrap her legs around my waist. I step forward, clutching her to me, a faint haze of desire coloring most rational thought. The heat between her legs sinks through my suit pants, inflaming my desires tenfold.
I break from our kiss, looking wildly about her apartment. Heather’s moist mouth latches onto the skin behind my ear. “Bed…?”
Her hands race through my hair, grasping tightly, tugging my mouth to hers. “Past the kitchen,” she mumbles. “Second door on the right.” She latches onto my lips, groaning when I open to receive her questing tongue once more.
I stagger down the hall, eager to toss her on the bed and strip out of my clothes. One of Heather’s hands dart inside my shirt, skating over my chest. We pass through the open doorway to her bedroom, a large bed waiting in the center of the space. I shift my hands, pushing her hips away to dislodge her monkey-like hold on my torso.
With reluctance, she allows me to place her on the bed. I stare into her dark eyes, turned on beyond anything I’ve felt in years. My hands reach to unfasten the rest of the buttons, only to fumble in my excitement. Frustrated, I grab the material and yank open the shirt, popping the three remaining bits of plastic across the room.
“Nice,” Heather says as her eyes roam over my exposed skin. “But I want more.” She reaches for my belt and helps divest me of the last barrier between us. With a firm tug, she pushes both my pants and briefs down in one fell swoop. My arousal springs free, bouncing back to slap against my stomach.
Heather licks her lips and wraps one hand around my length. “Much better.”
I reach out and place a hand over hers, stilling her advance. “I need…”
The sexy little vixen looks up at me, lust glazing her eyes as she slides her other hand into her underwear. “You need what, Tony?” She glances toward her questing hand, biting her lip. “Do you need what I’ve got down here…?”
A growl escapes me as I thrust my pants to my ankles, step out of the pile, and leave my shoes behind. Heather falls back on the bed, spreading her thighs wide. A seductive smile curves her mouth before she pops one slick finger between her lips, sucking her own juices off the slim digit. “Mmmm…”
The pulse throbs in my head as I climb onto the bed. She’s so fucking hot. All I want to do is slam myself inside her. Something in my face must startle her. She sits up and her sexy look is replaced by an expression I’m too far gone to read.
“Tony?”
I crawl between her legs, forcing myself to wait to hear what she has to say.
“You need a condom.” The frantic gerbil-wheel of my mind draws an utter blank. I think I might have one in my wallet, but I’m not sure.
Heather stretches across the covers, reaching one slender arm to the side of her bed, where I see a brand new package of condoms lying on her nightstand. The tight fist of tension around my heart eases. Thank God for an organized woman.
She looks at me with raised eyebrows and I nod, unsure I can make anything but an unintelligible grunt right now. I run a hand up her thigh, enjoying the feel of her skin. The unwelcome delay helps to cool some of my raging lust, and I take a deep breath while she tears open the package and removes a foil-wrapped packet.
“May I?” she asks, an impish grin of mischief on her face.
“Uh-huh.”
She rips the foil in a flash and sheaths my cock with the thin membrane, her hot little hands stroking and teasing me in the process.
“Where were we?” She leans back on the bed, a look of feigned innocence on her face. “Oh…,” she says while slipping a hand once more under the red lace of her panties. “I think we were right here…”
Just like that, she ratchets my desires to where they were, making me a raging beast of hormones interested in getting into her as fast as I can. I lean down, gently drawing her fingers from her panties while I tug the lace aside.
The plump flesh of her aroused lips lay open to my gaze, pulling a jump of response from my cock. I test her folds with my fingers, dipping into her depth. Slick warmth greets my touch, confirming she’s more than ready for me.
I position myself over her, unable to do anything but focus on getting inside her sweet little body. Heather reaches down and pulls her thong aside with one hand and guides the head of my cock to her opening with the other.
For a moment I stare into her eyes, feeling lost. In the next, I push forward and plunge my length into her waiting heat. Her hips tilt up to meet my thrust, the clasping depth of her pulling me deeper. I draw back and push my hips forward again, the nerve endings along my cock screaming in pleasure at her tight sheath.
Rough hands grab my ears and guide my face to her hot, seeking mouth. Her tongue plunges between my lips, keeping time with my cock slamming into her. The pleasing pressure to come is upon me far too soon. I piston my hips faster, one fist grabbing her silky curls and tugging her head back slightly. I break our kiss and bend to her throat, biting and kissing her taut flesh, eager to claim all of her in this joining, not just her body.
I want to make this woman mine.
Before I can rein in my release, it breaks, bowing my back and ripping a strangled cry from my throat. The crest of sexual energy crashes over me, causing my eyes to close as each pulse shoots
another wave of intense pleasure through me. I loosen my grip on her hair and open my eyes.
The sensual minx smiles up at me and swirls her hips.
“Now, it’s my turn.”
Chapter Nine
Heather
Tony’s choked laughter sounds in my ear, his hot breath fanning my skin. “You didn’t really think I’d forget about you, did you?”
I circle my hips, emphasizing my need. I’m unsure if he’d treat me like Jimmy did, ignoring me once his needs were met—but deep inside, a part of me doubts it.
His moist mouth latches onto my neck, drawing in the skin and sucking lightly. I place my hands against his shoulders and push. “Hey! Don’t leave marks. I have work tomorrow.”
Tony releases the pressure, and if his lingering over the spot with short kisses is anything to go by, I’d guess he let go with reluctance. He flexes his ass, plunging his still hard cock back inside me. “Would that be so bad?”
Before I have a chance to answer, the tension coiling in my gut ramps up and my body responds quickly. The peak I once raced toward now approaches fast with no effort. I gasp as pleasurable tingles spread out from my privates. “You’re still hard?”
“It doesn’t go soft immediately.” To punctuate his virility, he pumps into me with a steadily increasing pace.
“Oh…hmm…” His movement feels like heaven. “You don’t say?” My hips draw back and then forward, rocking my sweet spot against his pelvis when he thrusts inside.
“You feel incredible.” Without warning, he bites my tight shoulder muscle. Not too hard, but enough to make me notice.
Before I want, my orgasm overcomes me, catapulting me into a universe of shooting stars and rainbow comets of color. Moans rip from my throat and fill the room around us.
Tony lets loose one final burst of speed, pumping inside, sending me further into oblivion when he whispers, “You’re hot when you come.”
For a moment, I feel suspended in a well of sensation, my entire body lit with the release. In the next, my limbs weaken and I sink into the bed, overjoyed with the weight of this handsome man on me.
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