I felt him swelling inside of me, still trying to fit, and I couldn’t hold back anymore. “Ohhhh.....Oh goddd!”
“Is this how you treat people who ask you out?” He was completely inside of me now, but he was keeping his dick still. “Do you think that’s a nice thing to do?”
I shook my head, exhaling as my body adjusted to his thickness. I wrapped my arms around his neck to steady myself and groaned as he kissed my neck.
He ran his hands up and down my back and whispered, “Are you sure that’s not a nice thing to do, Claire?”
He didn’t give me a chance to answer. He started sliding in and out of me, making me moan with each thrust, making me wish he would never stop.
“I...I...” I tried to catch my breath.
“You sure you don’t like standing them up and making them come after you?” He picked up his pace, thrusting harder and harder, gripping my hips so I couldn’t resist the tempo. “Forcing them to wait for two hours?”
“Ahhhhh....” My mind went blank. I heard him asking me more questions—something about him being upset, but I could only focus on how good this fucking felt. I shut my eyes and surrendered to his control, letting him make my body feel things it’d never felt before.
With his hands secured around my waist, he carried me over to the wall—still buried deep inside of me.
“Don’t move.” He pressed my ass against the wall and pounded into me repeatedly, making me cry out in unbearable pleasure.
I tightened my legs around him as he continued his reckless rhythm, digging my nails into his back each time he plunged into me.
He pressed his mouth against mine to muffle my loud cries, but his kiss only pushed me further to the edge. He thrust into me as deep as he could go, and my insides shattered into millions of pieces; my screams couldn’t be contained.
He found his own release seconds after, and we both slid down to the floor, panting.
I sat still and let the cool wall press into my back, wincing as he pulled out of me. I was trying to focus on something else other than what had just happened, trying to float back down to earth.
I can’t believe I did that...I just fucked the CEO...
I moved past him and fumbled around for my robe, hastily tying it around my body. I ignored the wicked looks he was giving me as he stood up and re-adjusted his pants.
I took a deep breath and rose to my feet, trying to find my words. “I...I need to shower and you need to go to your meeting so—”
“You’re kicking me out?”
“Yes.” I walked over to the table and made sure his briefcase was closed before picking it up. “Here’s your briefcase. I picked ad stock number eighteen...Have a good day.”
He swooped down to kiss me, but I stepped back. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Mr. Statham.”
He laughed. “See you tomorrow, Claire.”
I sat at my desk and stared blankly at the computer screen. All I could think about was yesterday’s rendezvous with Jonathan and how I should’ve let him stay for another hour or two.
I wasn’t sure if it felt so amazing because I hadn’t had sex in such a long time, or if I should give him all the credit.
I called Sandra. “Hey. Are you busy?”
“Of course not, Miss ‘I-Gave-It-Up-Before-The-Third-Date’!” She laughed. “You never texted me back yesterday! How was it?”
“It was amazing...It was the best sex I’ve ever had in my life. Hands down.”
“Really? Better than sex with your ex-husband?”
Hell yes! “Yes...” I was getting hot just thinking about it. “Do you think if I call in sick tomorrow he’ll come over again?”
“What a turnaround from last week!” She laughed. “Probably. I think he likes you.”
That’s exactly what I’m afraid of...
“Oh! Claire, I’ve got to go. I’ve got an emergency patient out front. I’ll call you later.” She hung up and I reclined in my chair.
Thanks to my constant fantasizing, I hadn’t done much of anything all day and I was considering going home early.
“Claire?” Mr. Barnes stuck his head inside my door. “We’ve finally got an idea I think you’re going to like!”
I highly doubt that...
“I’ll be right there. Give me one second.” I waited until I was sure he was gone, and slipped into another pair of panties under my desk.
That’s pair number two and it’s not even noon...
I walked outside my office, spotted the “idea I was sure to like,” and forced myself not to turn back around.
“Mr. Barnes, I told you this ad was racist last week. It’s still racist...”
“Ah, ah, ah! Look closer!” He brought the poster closer to my face. “It’s not just African American slaves now. We’ve got Caucasian slaves, Hispanic slaves, and Asian slaves—with chopsticks! Tell me that’s not diversity!”
“Okay. I’m going home.”
“Stop, stop! It was a joke. Show her the real poster, Tina.”
His assistant put down the atrocity and held up a simple ad of a sPhone blue floating amongst the clouds. It read, “Light. Airy. sBlue.”
“Wow! I like it!” I smiled. “We may have to play with the words a bit, but the visual is spectacular!”
“Finally! You actually like something!” He laughed. “Could you run this up to Mr. Statham? He’s in the art studio. He’s been nagging me about updates all day.”
“Why can’t you do it?”
“I have a recommendation letter to write for Tina.” He looked at his watch. “It’s due in two hours.”
Why is he always so last minute?!
I grabbed the poster and headed for the elevators. Even though I’d been thinking about Jonathan all day, I didn’t want to see him at work unless I absolutely had to.
I stepped off on the art floor and looked around. There was no one at any of the desks, and all the computers looked like they’d been sleeping for hours.
I walked around to the photography room and saw Jonathan talking to a woman in a purple dress. He smiled at me as I entered, then he turned his attention back to her.
“You think we need to hire more senior photographers, Miss Blanc? Won’t that cause more friction?”
“Not at all.” She shook her head. “We need new talent too. Jillian is retiring this summer and Bailey will be taking an extended maternity leave in March. At the very least, we could use two people on one year contracts.”
“I’ll definitely let HR know that tomorrow, Miss Blanc. Thank you for bringing this to my attention. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“See you tomorrow, Mr. Statham. Thanks for letting all of us take the rest of the day off.” She blushed and walked out of the room.
He waited until he heard the ping of the elevators to say anything to me. “To what do I owe this surprise, Miss Gracen?”
“This is the latest idea from our department.” I handed him the poster. “The words aren’t set in stone yet, but we want to keep the visual.”
“Yes, it’s a very beautiful visual...” He wasn’t even looking at it.
I stepped back. “Could you please look at the board?”
“It looks good. I like the clouds. Happy? Now, answer my question. Why are you up here?”
“Were you expecting Mr. Barnes?”
“I was. I’ve been calling him about this all day and wanted his insight on a few other things.”
“Oh...Ohhhh.” I backed away. “So, you’re interested in pursuing relations with male and female employees. Enlightening.”
He let out a low laugh. “I’m only interested in one employee that works here, but I’m not sure how much longer I’m going to be able to deal with her insulting me...”
“Are you always this glib? It’s a major turn off for me.”
“You know,” he said as he rubbed his chin, “I was thinking about asking you out again, but I don’t want to be stood up twice.”
“Well, don’t ask and you won’t have to worry
about that.”
“I won’t.” He locked his eyes on mine, pinning me to one spot, leaving me completely motionless.
Shit, I need to change my panties again...
He stood up and walked over to me, smiling as if he knew I was unable to move. He made a full circle around me and then he stopped and reached into his pocket.
“You kicked me out so fast yesterday that I left without giving you your little friend back.” He retrieved the vibrator and held it out for me. “Are you going to take it?”
I blushed and reached for it, but he moved it away.
“I honestly don’t think you need this anymore, Claire.” He rolled it around in his palm.
“And why is that?”
“Because I’m more than willing to take its place. And I can guarantee that I’ll do a much better job.”
My panties were officially soaked. “Um...I should probably—”
“Go?”
“Yes. I should go...I need to finish some work downstairs and get back to—”
“You don’t have anything to do.” He pulled me into his arms and kissed me senseless.
Before I could react, he slipped his fingers underneath my shirt and popped the snaps off my bra. He cupped the back of my neck with his hand—dipping his tongue deeper into my mouth, using his other hand to rub the small of my back.
“Shut the door,” he whispered in between breaths.
“What?” My eyes widened.
“Okay. Door open it is.” He continued kissing me, sliding my shirt off my shoulders, pushing me over to the table that lined the back of the wall. He slid his hands underneath my skirt and groaned, biting my bottom lip as I tried to break away.
Then he tore his mouth away from mine. “Bend over the desk.”
I stilled. I wasn’t sure whether he was serious or not. Sex right now? On company property? His company’s property?
I stood there blinking at him, thinking I’d interpreted that completely wrong.
“Claire...” He spun me around so my back was to his front, so I was facing the wall. “Bend. Over. The. Desk.”
I hesitated, wishing I’d closed the door when he’d told me to. I tried to turn back around, but he wedged his knee in between my thighs and spread my legs apart.
“I hate repeating myself,” he whispered in my ear, sending chills up and down my spine. “Bend over right now.”
I gasped, slowly bending over the desk, pressing my stomach against the flat surface.
“Grab onto the edge,” he ordered, and I obliged.
I felt him pushing my skirt up and moving my panties to the side, letting out a low laugh when he felt how wet I was. I heard the sound of foil paper crumpling behind me and tried to brace myself for his length.
I didn’t get a chance to take another breath before he slid completely into me, holding me by my waist line.
“Let’s see if I can make you cum like this...”
He worked himself into a slow grind, alternating his deep thrusts with short kisses against my neck. As I adjusted to his length—hanging on to the table for support and spreading my legs even wider, he moved his hands up to my breasts and palmed them—rough. He pinched my nipples, twisting and pulling them harshly, giving me pain and pleasure at the same time.
I cried as his thrusts went even deeper, as he held me firm and prevented me from squirming.
“Do you still need your purple friend?” he murmured against my ear. “Does he fuck you better?”
“Ahhh...”
“Answer me.”
I couldn’t. His thrusts were too much. He was starting to speed up and my body was quaking at the unfamiliar sensations.
“So you do need him?” he asked again, and I heard the familiar sound of my vibrator humming against my leg.
I tried to answer him, tried to say “NO,” but the next thing I felt was Jonathan holding the vibrator against my clit—on the highest setting.
“Pleaseeee...” I cried out.
“Please?” He kept holding it right there, simultaneously pounding into me with no mercy. “That’s not what I asked you...”
“Oh—Ohhhhh!” I was about to combust—I could feel it. I tried to reach down and push the vibrator away—to ease some of the pressure away, but his hands were way too strong.
“Answer me, Claire.” He kissed my neck. “Do you still need your little friend?”
“NO...No!” I screamed as my body shuddered and convulsed against him. “No...” I held on to the edge of the table as the last tremors moved through me, as I waited for my heart rate to slow down.
I thought that was it, that that was my orgasm for the day (for the year), and that he would let me go so I could recover, but he didn’t. He dropped the vibrator to the floor and started moving into me with a different rhythm—a slower one, and a different set of tremors began to course their way through me.
I groaned as he caressed my hips, as he kissed my shoulders—showing me a completely different side of him.
I clenched my insides, trying to savor the feeling of the more passionate thrusts, but it was no use. My body gave out once again and I collapsed onto the table, moaning as he pumped into me a few more times to reach his own release.
My legs felt numb, wobbly—they weren’t going to hold up much longer. My heart was racing a million miles a minute and my chest was heaving uncontrollably.
“Let go of the table, Claire,” Jonathan whispered in my ear.
I pried my fingers from the edge one by one and felt myself being pulled down to the floor with him. I didn’t even try to look composed; I sat still, shirtless, with my skirt bunched around my waist.
We were both inhaling and exhaling at the same rate, trying to steady our breathing for what felt like an eternity.
I looked over at him and noticed that he was staring at me, watching my every breath. I wasn’t sure if I should say something or not, but he reached over and grabbed my hand, softly caressing it as he looked into my eyes.
When he saw me reaching for my bra, he grabbed it and slid the straps back over my shoulders. Smiling, he pressed them into place. “Turn around.”
I slowly shifted my body and felt him re-snapping the hooks, planting kisses across my back.
Once I stopped feeling his lips against my skin, I turned around to find him staring at me again, giving me the same look that started this lusty session.
Without breaking gaze with me, he picked up his phone and tapped the screen. “Hello? Angela? Yes. Could you please tell the board that I’m sorry for being late to today’s meeting? Right. Could you tell them I’m on my way? Thank you very much.”
He reached over and ran his fingertips along the silver necklace I was wearing, gently tugging the red flag pendant that hung from it. “Silver looks really good on you.” He stood up and walked towards the door.
“Um, thank you...I guess I’ll see you la—” I stopped mid-sentence once I realized that he wasn’t walking out of the door; he was shutting it. “You’re not leaving?”
“No.” He smiled. “I just thought the door needed to be shut for round two.”
Chapter 8
Claire
“Well, someone looks quite refreshed tonight.” Helen laughed. “I wonder why...”
“Shut up, Helen.” I rolled my eyes. “How long is this going to take?”
“Not long. I told him to meet us here at eight thirty, so he has five more minutes before he’s officially late.”
I took a sip of my wine and tried to concentrate on the task at hand. Helen and I were meeting with a travel agent to put the final details together for Sandra’s surprise birthday trip.
Ever since I’d befriended the two of them, I’d realized that they took their birthdays very seriously. It wasn’t enough to have a simple night on the town or plan a small weekend getaway. Their birthdays needed to be celebrated for at least a week, and staying in the country was never an option.
“Good evening, ladies.” A bald man in a black suit walke
d over to our table. “I’m Henry Thompson from Signature Travel. I understand you wanted to go over the itinerary one last time before purchasing your summer vacation?”
“Yes,” we said in unison.
“Alright, let’s get started then.” He handed us both a folder. “If you look on page three, that’s where I’ve highlighted the basics. Since this is a surprise for Miss Sandra, we’re going to have the limo pick her up on that Saturday and take her to the airport. Once she’s there, she’ll meet the two of you and—”
Helen looked over at me, raising her eyebrow, and then she snapped her fingers at Mr. Thompson. “I thought we agreed that we weren’t doing any air travel. We just want to cruise. That was the whole point of the trip.”
“Oh. I wasn’t aware that the entire trip was supposed to be on the ocean, but we can surely arrange that for you. You do know that’ll be an additional two thousand dollars each, right?” He cleared his throat. “If you forfeit the air travel, you’re going to have to take a private cruise-liner to the port in Florida.”
I almost choked. “Did you just say two thousand—”
“Not a problem,” Helen intervened. “I’m paying for everything anyway. Is there a way you could change what needs to be changed while we’re here so we can sign off on it tonight?”
“Sure, there’s an internet café right across the street. Can you give me ten minutes?”
Helen nodded and he walked away.
“Helen, two thousand dollars in addition to the original three thousand? Each? That’s a bit much don’t you think? I don’t think I’ll be able to afford—”
“Get over it, Claire. I said I was paying for everything and we all deserve this trip—especially you. Oh, and guess what the best part is?”
“Does it involve men?”
“You know me so well. The week we’re going is the same week the Chippendale dancers are having their annual strippers’ retreat! How great is that! You should be bowing in my presence.”
“You are a true piece of work, Helen...”
I felt my phone vibrate and saw a text message. Jonathan: “Photography room tomorrow. 5:00. You should wear something similar to what you have on right now.”
I paled. He’s here?
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