Board Stiff
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“Yes, Suzie, you can help me,” he said, trying to be as sweet as possible. He tried to keep the desire out of his voice, but the prospect of seeing Elizabeth again made it impossible. “Can you point me in the direction of Elizabeth Wright’s office?” he asked. He watched as the smile slipped from her lips and her blue eyes turned down. The look on her face told him she knew exactly why he wanted to find Elizabeth.
“You’ll need to go down to the second floor,” she said shortly. “Legal is on the north end of the building.” She stood up from her desk and walked briskly away from him, without doing her signature over-the-shoulder look at him. He didn’t want to hurt her feelings. She was a nice woman, but he had never expressed any interest in her beyond a friendly acquaintance. He wasn’t attracted to Suzie. Not much he could do about it. But Elizabeth… she had sparked something in him he had never experienced before… a desire… a need. Even Shayla hadn’t gotten under his skin like Elizabeth had.
John took the escalator down to the second floor and easily found the legal department. Despite being on the board of directors for about a year, John didn’t know most of the employees in the company. He knew most of the officers that presented to the board regularly. And he had bumped into several employees at the company Christmas party last year, but he had had a few drinks and couldn’t guarantee he could recall most of their names.
“Mr. Dorsey,” a woman greeted him upon his walking through the legal department doors. She sat outside what he figured was Corbin’s office based on its size.
“Hi,” John said. He held out his hand to her. “Please call me John.”
“Welcome to legal, John. I’m Roni… Corbin’s executive assistant. Can I help you?” She shook his hand gently. Roni’s brown hair was cut short and cropped around her delicate face and her light brown eyes were gentle. He figured she was probably in her early fifties.
“Yes, Roni, I’m looking for Elizabeth’s office.” He smiled at her, and he watched as a soft smile spread across her face.
“Certainly. Last door on the left,” she said, pointing down the short hallway. John strode quietly down the hallway towards the last door. He peeked in the open doorway. She was sitting at her L-shaped desk facing the window, typing away on her computer. He watched her for a few seconds. She sat upright, not slumped over as she worked on her computer. Her auburn hair was thick and wavy and fell down her back. He imagined it would feel like silk when he wove his fingers in it. His cock hardened at the thought. Fuck! If he didn’t get control of himself, this woman would have him coming in his pants, and it had been a couple decades since he had that happen. At that thought, he sauntered into her office, closing and locking the door behind him.
“Mr. Dorsey,” Elizabeth exclaimed, after turning her head to the sound of the door closing and seeing him standing in her office.
“Are you married, Elizabeth?” he asked roughly.
“Excuse me?” She turned completely in her chair. Her suit jacket was unbuttoned and her pale green camisole clung tightly to her full breasts. His cock stiffened even more at the sight.
“I don’t see a ring on your finger, but that doesn’t mean anything these days. Are you married?” he asked again. He stood in front of her desk with his arms crossed over his chest.
“No,” she said with a confused look on her face.
“Are you seeing anyone? Sleeping with anyone?” he asked further.
“What?” she said, standing up from her chair. Her face was incapable of hiding her shock at his questions. Her green eyes were wide. Her lips parted. “What sort of questions are these?” John’s stride made short use of the distance between them. He stood directly in front of her, cornering her behind her desk. He looked down into her green eyes. They were gorgeous… she was gorgeous. And he had every intention of claiming her.
“Answer my questions, Elizabeth. Are you seeing anyone?” He watched as her eyes widened even further with shock at his determination to get answers to his questions. Nervousness flittered across her face, but her breath came out in short pants as if his close proximity affected her. He watched as her chest rose and fell with each breath. God, he wanted to feel her body against his. He just knew she would feel perfect against him… in his arms.
“Your questions are inappropriate,” she replied sharply. Despite her body giving her attraction away, she held firm. He liked that. He liked a woman that wasn’t too easy of a catch.
“I agree,” he said, impatiently. “They are inappropriate. I need the answers nonetheless.”
“Why?” she asked. Her gaze scanned his face as if looking for the answer to her question.
“Answer me,” he demanded. His hand reached out and caressed her cheek as if to soothe the harshness of his words.
“You are way out of line, Mr. Dorsey,” Elizabeth said.
“Yes, I know,” he said a little softer this time. His fingers tucked a few strands of her hair behind her ear. His gaze dropped to her bared neck. He had to fight the urge to nuzzle the spot just below her ear. “But I need to know if there are any obstacles to making you mine. Are you seeing anyone?”
“No,” she whispered. “I’m not seeing anyone.” Her lips parted for a moment before she bit down on her lower lip. That was almost his undoing.
“Are you fucking anyone?” he asked. She released her bottom lip and sucked in a breath when he asked that question. Her gaze fell from his eyes to his lips and then to her hands. He placed his fingers under her chin and tilted her head up to meet his gaze again. He wanted to see her eyes when she answered him. There was heat in her gaze, and that thrilled him.
“No, Mr. Dorsey, I’m not fucking anyone at the moment,” she said. Her voice was hard, but he heard the desire in it and that snapped his restraint. His hand weaved into her hair until his palm gripped the back of her head, pulling her into him. His mouth slammed down on hers. Her full lips were soft and pliable, and his tongue flicked out over her lips to taste her. She tasted so sweet…like candy. Her hands slid up his torso to his chest and he couldn’t stop the growl that escaped him just from the feel of her hands on him.
“Mr. Dorsey,” she breathed, pulling her head back and pushing on his chest to create some space between them. She looked up at him, trepidation in her eyes.
“No worries, Elizabeth,” he said, running his thumb across her bottom lip.
“No worries?” she said, sharply. “You just kissed me!” Her hands were still placing pressure on his chest.
“I know,” John said, with a little laugh. “And I’m going to do it again.” He leaned down and pressed his lips gently against hers despite the force of her hands against his chest. With his hand in her hair, he pulled gently, tilting her head back just slightly, so he had a better angle for the kiss. He slipped his tongue against the seam of her lips and when she gasped, he used that opportunity to penetrate her mouth with his tongue. Oh God! She tasted like heaven. He knew the moment he saw her he would love the way she tasted…the way she felt. No woman had ever affected him like this. His tongue explored the cavern of her mouth, licking at the roof of it, at her teeth, tangling with her tongue. She moaned when he deepened the kiss even further, and their tongues danced sensually together.
Her hands slid up his chest and around his neck, pulling his whole body closer. He moved forward, backing her up against her desk. He pressed his pelvis into her. He had been right. Her body felt amazing against his. John’s hands slid down her arms and over her hips until they settled at the small of her back. He pulled her further into him and groaned at the feel of her body pressing against his rock hard cock. Their kiss became almost manic. Her hands went into his hair and he practically dry-humped her against the desk. He was seconds from hiking her skirt up and burying himself between her thighs. The only thing that prevented that from happening was the interruption of her desk phone ringing.
“Oh shit,” she said, pushing back on him again to regain her space. She reached for her desk phone. “Elizabeth Wright. Can I help y
ou?” Her breathing was ragged. Her face flushed. Her hands ran through her hair trying to straighten out her appearance. “Ok. Yes. I can make the meeting at 2. See you then.” She placed the receiver back on the phone and turned to face him. “I’m sorry. We got carried away.”
“Don’t apologize, Elizabeth,” John said, taking a step towards her. “I wanted to get carried away. The moment you walked into that board room this morning, I wanted nothing else but to get carried away with you. I have been unable to focus… unable to think straight.”
“Mr. Dorsey, you sit on the board of directors of the company that employs me,” she said, breathless. “Clearly, this is a conflict.”
“Nothing in my director agreement even hints that I am not allowed to date an employee of the company,” he said. “Nothing.”
“Mr. Dorsey, it would be an ethical conflict. You assist in making decisions for the company as a whole. Any hint of impropriety—that a relationship with an employee influenced the way you voted—could ruin your term as a director and perhaps affect my career.” Elizabeth straightened out her camisole and her jacket, buttoning the two buttons on the jacket. Damn it!
“Elizabeth, I’m not taking no for an answer,” John said. “Whatever is between us will not affect my role as a member of the board, I promise you. So, I’ll pick you up after work today. We’ll do dinner. There is nothing that is going to stop ‘this’ from happening.” He waved his hand between the two of them signifying what he meant by “this.” He leaned in and placed a kiss on her cheek. “And please call me John,” he whispered in her ear. He saw her shiver when his lips brushed the skin just below her ear.
At that, he turned and walked to the door, unlocking and opening it before walking through it. He knew if he looked back, she would be standing there staring at him, and he didn’t want to give her the opportunity to turn down dinner. He headed back upstairs to the board to enjoy his lunch with a shit-eating grin on his face. Christ, this board day couldn’t move fast enough.
Chapter Four
Elizabeth’s two o’clock meeting bled into her three o’clock meeting, so she didn’t make it back towards her office until almost four-thirty. She struggled to keep John and their kiss from her thoughts the entire afternoon, but it was a complete failure. She was in big trouble. This could ruin her in so many ways… he could ruin her. Even if John’s board of directors’ agreement didn’t forbid a relationship between them, clearly it would be frowned upon. Maybe it could even affect her job. She loved her job. And her heart… she wasn’t the type of girl that could keep her heart out of things for long. She didn’t know if she could keep things strictly sexual. John didn’t seem to be the type of guy that put his heart into things. He seemed more like that type that would fuck her brains out once or twice and call it a day. Could she handle that? Despite all the warnings shooting off in her head, she didn’t think she’d have much resistance in her if he kissed her again like he had earlier. Her whole body reacted so strongly to him. She took a deep breath, and breezed into the legal department heading toward the hallway to her office.
“Liz,” Roni said, grabbing her attention before she blew right by. Elizabeth stopped and turned to face Corbin’s assistant. A smile stretched across Roni’s lips.
“Yes, Roni,” Elizabeth replied. She couldn’t quite figure out the look of sheer happiness that was written all over Roni’s face.
“Mr. Dorsey called down from executive about thirty minutes ago,” she said with a smile. Now, Elizabeth understood. John Dorsey could get any woman to wear a ridiculously silly grin by simply saying his name. “He said his Town Car will pick you up at four-thirty downstairs.”
“What?” Elizabeth sputtered. So much for being discreet. Though she loved Roni to death, she did tend to be a gossiper. Within the first week of working at Advantage, Roni had supplied Elizabeth with the dirt on everyone in the department and beyond.
“It’s already four-thirty, Liz,” Roni continued. “I suggest you hurry. You don’t want to keep a man like that waiting on you too long.” Roni winked at her. Oh God! Elizabeth turned on her heels and walked quickly down the short hallway to her office. She did a quick check of her email before turning off her computer, grabbing her purse and ducking out the back stairs to get down to the first floor. No reason to give Roni, or anyone else for that matter, more reason to gossip.
As she walked out the front door of their building in downtown St. Petersburg, a black Lincoln Town Car sat idling at the curb. A man in a pair of black slacks and a white shirt jumped out of the driver’s seat and hurried around the car to open the door for her.
“Ms. Wright,” he said, opening the back door. She wasn’t used to this sort of thing. She grew up on the lower side of middle class where people drove their own cars around and no one waited on her, except her mother when she was ill.
As she ducked through the car door, she saw John sitting there. His white shirt was unbuttoned at the collar and his sleeves were rolled up his forearms. Yep, he definitely worked out. She could see the muscle definition just in his forearms. And his hands… even his hands looked strong. She remembered the feel of them on her low back when he pulled her against him earlier. Her cheeks flushed as the memory of their kiss invaded her mind. A flush spread all over her body. She could feel the heat pool at her core. She crouched onto the black leather seat and set her purse between them. Perhaps a little barrier would do them good.
“Mr. Dorsey,” she said softly as the driver closed the door behind her.
“Elizabeth, please call me John. When I’m buried deep inside your body, I don’t want you moaning ‘Mr. Dorsey,’ I want you calling me by my first name,” he said. His hazel eyes turned a shade darker as he spoke his words, but his gaze never left her eyes. She inhaled sharply. Quickly scanning the car, she let out her breath when she realized the barrier between the front and the back of the vehicle was up, making their conversation private. Thank God! She’d never been around anyone who had been so frank about wanting to fuck her. Should she be pissed? He clearly assumed bedding her was a foregone conclusion.
“That’s quite presumptuous of you, John,” she said, drawing out his name. She could do this. She wasn’t a woman without any game or flirting abilities. He growled when she said his name and crossed the distance between them, pushing her purse to the car floor and pinning her against the back seat. His hand gripped the back of her head just seconds before his lips pressed against hers. This man knew how to kiss. His lips were soft but strong and confident against her own. He worked her lips open and slipped his tongue inside, exploring her. The feel of his tongue against hers made her moan.
“I love the way you just said my name,” he whispered against her mouth. “I can’t wait to hear you say it when I first slide inside your hot little body.” Elizabeth whimpered at his words. Something about him made her feel sexier than she ever had. She just wanted to feel him above her and at this moment, she didn’t care where they were.
Her hands wrapped around his neck and pulled him even more into her. She took a little initiative with their kiss. She pushed her tongue into his mouth, so that it danced sensually with his tongue. One hand slid down his shoulder and over his sculpted bicep. Every aspect of his body was hard. She could feel his muscles twitch underneath her hand. She sucked on his tongue and he growled. Her tongue laved against his and explored his mouth further.
John’s hand slid down the side of her body until it made contact with her knee. His hand was warm and callused against her skin, causing her entire body to feel like it was on fire. Slowly, he inched his hand up the inside of her leg and under her skirt until his fingers danced lightly over her lace panties, which were already damp with her juices. His fingers worked her clit through the lace until she was panting against his mouth. She could feel the first hints of her orgasm approaching. She was going to come, fully dressed, in the back of his car! Fuck! He owned her. Pushing her panties aside, his fingers moved over her slick folds. Elizabeth cried out at the f
eel of his fingers against the most sensitive part of her. It almost pushed her over the edge.
“Not yet,” he whispered. Pushing his tongue into her mouth, he penetrated her pussy with his finger. Elizabeth gasped at the invasion to her body. Since walking into the board room earlier today, she had envisioned numerous times what his hands would feel like on her body, but this was more than she imagined. Her body yearned for him. Her back arched off the seat and her pelvis writhed against the heel of his hand. “That’s it, sweetheart. Come for me.” He plunged a second finger in her pussy and curled them both until they touched a part inside of her she didn’t even know existed. He stroked her there until her entire body came off the seat and her orgasm rocked her. Her pussy quivered and spasmed around his fingers, pulling them further into her body. Her vision blurred before all she could see was stars. This wasn’t her first orgasm, by any stretch of the imagination, but it was most definitely the first orgasm like that.
“Oh my God,” she breathed as her body finally slumped against the seat. His fingers were still buried inside her body, stroking her through the last few spasms. Her breath was ragged. John brought his mouth down on hers, kissing her gently, nuzzling her bottom lip between his teeth.
“That… that was fucking amazing to watch,” he said, pulling back from their kiss and staring into her eyes. He slipped his fingers from her body and brought them to his mouth. Sliding both fingers between his lips, she watched as he tasted her juices on his fingers. She couldn’t stifle the groan that ripped through her. She’d never seen anything quite so erotic. “Fuck, you taste good. You have no idea how bad I want to take you right now. Right here. But we should only be a few minutes from our destination. And if I don’t stop now, I will be fucking you for the first time against the back seat of this car and you deserve better than that.” Elizabeth didn’t know what made her more faint: watching him taste her off his own fingers, or his words “first time” as if there would be more than one time…or that he felt she deserved better than a quick fuck in the car.