by Nina Lane
“We’re still working on it, bro,” Ryan replied as he shoved to his feet. “We were brainstorming ideas for candy games.”
“Games.” Luke nodded in thought as he returned to his desk. “That could be creative. Not a bad start.”
“Miss Smith is coming to my office later this afternoon to discuss it,” Ryan continued.
I stood, smoothing the wrinkles from my skirt. My heart beat wildly with both apprehension and undeniable excitement.
“Right, Miss Smith?” Ryan prodded.
“Of course.” I met his hot stare. “You’re the boss, sir.”
“I am, indeed.” He smiled. “So let the games begin.”
CHAPTER THREE
RYAN
Damned right I was the boss. And I was going to win this game.
Jane Smith wouldn’t disobey an order, which meant there was only one way to get her to reveal her secret. I didn’t tell many people about my ADD—not liking the revelation of weakness—but I’d had the feeling Jane wouldn’t judge me. And now it was time for her to return the favor of trust.
I spent the next couple of hours trying to work on the project, but my brain was overflowing with images of Miss Jane Smith standing in front of me wearing nothing but her sensible, low-heeled shoes.
Finally I grabbed the phone and dialed her extension. “Miss Smith, this is Mr. Ryan Stone. Could you please come into my office for a moment?”
“I’m a bit busy, Mr. Stone.”
“Now, Miss Smith.”
After a slight hesitation, she said, “I’ll be right there, sir.”
Thirty seconds later, she was striding into my office with a notepad and a pencil.
“I need to dictate a memo, Miss Smith,” I said.
I needed no such thing.
“All right.” She settled into a chair in front of my desk. “Mr. Stone did inform me that I was to be at your service.”
“And so you shall be, Miss Smith.”
She glanced at me, a faint heat flaring in her eyes before she concealed it. She crossed her legs, perched her notepad on her knee, and looked at me expectantly.
So fucking cute, she was. Like a bright-eyed little sparrow.
I let my gaze travel over her bare legs. No stockings. Odd, for such a prim and proper miss. It would take no effort to slide my fingers right up her thigh to her panties. White cotton, probably.
“Mr. Stone?” she prodded. “I’m ready.”
Damn right you are.
I cleared my throat. “Memo to all Sugar Daddy Candy employees.”
Her pencil scratched on the notepad.
“This is to inform you…” I continued.
Scratch scratch.
“…that management has revised the company dress policy…”
Scritch scratch scritch.
“…and the new regulations state that all female employees are required not to wear any panties…”
Scratch—
“Mr. Stone!” Miss Smith jerked her head up to stare at me.
“What?” I leaned forward, putting my elbows on the desk. My cock was already throbbing. “You don’t think that’s a fair policy?”
“Of course not.” Jane shut her notebook and stood.
“Where are you going?”
“Let me know when you want to do some real work, and I’ll be back to assist you,” she said haughtily. “That…” she flicked her hand in the air, “…was highly inappropriate.”
Oh, I’d show her inappropriate.
“It’s also inappropriate to give a blow job to a peppermint stick,” I said, “but you did that yesterday.”
Her eyes darkened. “I did not.”
“Sure you did. You sucked and licked it good, Miss Smith.” I skimmed my gaze over her hips and down to her legs. “And you know, if you don’t adhere to company policy, I could have you fired.”
“You wouldn’t dare.”
I sat back with a smile. “Try me.”
She gave a huff of impatience. “Mr. Stone, I’m going to tell Mr. Stone about this.”
“Good luck with that,” I said. “Have you forgotten I’m your new boss? And that you already broke the rules in the boardroom?”
She fidgeted, rolling her shoulders back. “I haven’t forgotten.”
“Good. Then come over here and show me whether or not you’re following company policy.”
She shook her head, her flush deepening even as the barest hint of amusement flashed in her eyes.
“You’re kidding about firing me, right?” she asked.
Our gazes clashed. Heat crackled through the air. Jane continued looking at me, her tongue darting out to lick her lips. My dick throbbed.
“I’m not kidding,” I said in a deadpan tone. “And you know what a hard-ass Luke is. He’d fire you on the spot if he thought you were breaking the rules. Hell, Miss Smith, you’d probably fire yourself, right?”
“Mr. Stone, I realize you think I’m old-fashioned.” She clutched the notepad to her chest. “But I need this job.”
“Then you’d better follow the company dress code.”
“This…” her throat worked with a swallow, even as her eyes darkened with brewing heat, “this is so wrong.”
“I don’t write the policies, Miss Smith. I just enforce them. And I am your boss,” I added. “You always obey your boss, right?”
She hesitated, her color still high and her eyes bright. “All I have to do is show you?”
Ah, fuck, yeah…
“That would be a good start,” I managed to say.
Miss Smith locked the door—of course my sensible girl did—then she put the notepad and pencil on a chair. Her hands trembled as she took hold of her skirt and started to slide it up over her pretty legs.
Oh, sweet. Nice, round thighs, creamy and smooth. Higher… higher… come on… well, damn. Instead of the white cotton underwear I’d been expecting, she was wearing a silky scrap of red lace that just covered her little pussy. My dick got so hard it hurt.
“You’re… ah, you’re going to have to take them off,” I said. “Now.”
She shot me a narrow look, but hooked her fingers into her panties and eased them down her legs. I squeezed my erection again. I already wanted to fuck her raw, and all she’d done was take off her panties. Her pussy was lightly covered with dark hair, neatly trimmed. I wondered what her ass looked like.
“Turn around and lift your skirt,” I said, making a twirling motion with my finger. “I need to make sure everything’s off.”
Her cheeks burned red. She turned, pulling her skirt up and showing me her nice, perky ass.
“Bend over,” I said.
She gasped. “Mr. Stone!”
“Come on, honey. Show me.”
With a muffled moan, she grasped the back of the chair and bent at the waist, the movement parting her ass cheeks and opening her pussy, which looked temptingly pink and damp, the button of her clit almost hidden between her plump lips.
A groan escaped my throat as I imagined plunging into her tight slit, feeling her ass bouncing against me.
“Are you a virgin, Miss Smith?” I asked, reaching for the buckle of my belt.
“No.” She twisted to look at me, her teeth biting down on her lower lip. “But it’s been awhile.”
“Really? Pretty thing like you?”
She nodded, pushing her skirt back down as she straightened and turned to face me. Her cheeks were still red, but her eyes were starting to get a hot, feverish look that I knew well.
“When did you last have a boyfriend?” I tossed my belt to the floor and unfastened my trousers.
“My boyfriend broke up with me a few months ago.” Jane’s gaze darted to the movement of my hands. “What… what are you doing?”
“Showing you my cock.”
She stared at my crotch. “I don’t have a lot of experience, Mr. Stone. Um, very little, actually.”
“I figured. What happened, Jane?”
“There was an… incident with
my ex-boyfriend.”
I frowned. “What incident?”
A visible tremble went through her. “A sexual incident.”
“What?” A burn of anger flared in my gut. “What did he do to you?”
“Nothing,” she said quickly. “I mean, well, I guess it was something, but really it was more what I did. Not him.”
Some asshole made Jane Smith feel like less than the sweet, hot, intelligent woman she was? What the fuck did he do?
“Tell me,” I ordered. “Right now.”
“It’s really embarrassing.”
“You know my secret,” I reminded her. “Now you tell me yours.”
Jane bit her lip, casting her eyes downward. Tension stretched the air.
“Well, Peter and I used to fool around, of course,” she finally said. “We had sex a few times, which was fine, and I usually had an orgasm. But one night Peter and I were…”
Her voice trailed off, her blush deepening.
“You were what?” I prodded.
“Oh, Mr. Stone, I can’t tell you this.” She covered her face with her hands.
“Sure you can,” I said soothingly. “Come on over here.”
Miss Smith took a deep breath and walked across to where I sat behind my desk. I hadn’t yet unzipped, but the bulge in my pants was obvious, and she looked at my lap like she was afraid of it.
I put my hands on her hips over her skirt and pulled her closer so she was standing in front of me.
“What did that kid do to you?” I asked.
“We were sort of half-naked one night,” Jane explained, staring down at her clasped hands. “Peter had his shirt off, but he was still wearing jeans. I had my bra on, but he’d gotten my skirt and panties off He was rubbing me down there, you know, and I was… well, I was enjoying it.”
“So far, so good,” I remarked.
“I’d masturbated a lot when I was alone, so I’d had orgasms,” she admitted. “And a couple of times, I had one during sex. But this time, Peter took my bra off and sucked my nipples while he was still, um, touching me. Then he put his fingers inside me and moved them around, and it felt so good that I had an orgasm.”
I sat back. “That’s why he broke up with you?”
“No.” She put her hands on her hot cheeks again. “I mean, I was feeling so weird… good, but weird. There was this pressure that I couldn’t hold back, and I felt like I had to pee but I didn’t want him to stop.
“Then when I had the orgasm, this… um, liquid just came out. Like, a lot of it. So much that it even sprayed Peter and just got all over everything. I was so embarrassed, and Peter was totally grossed out because we both thought I’d peed. He jumped up in complete horror and acted like I was toxic or something. Needless to say, he broke up with me that same night. Oh God, this is so embarrassing.”
Holy fuck. Just imagining her naked had made me hard. Now the thought of her coming like that, and I was about to explode.
“Jane.” I took hold of her wrists and tugged her hands away from her face. “Look at me.”
She lifted her gaze to mine, wariness filling her brown eyes. I couldn’t believe I’d ever thought she was plain. She was stunning, all pale, creamy skin, soft lips, and liquid eyes. Loose tendrils of hair framed her oval-shaped face, making her look like a painting.
“You’re beautiful,” I said.
She twisted her mouth with disbelief.
“And what you did is called squirting,” I continued. “It’s a good thing. Hell, it’s a great thing. Not a lot of women ever experience it. It’s not pee, it’s just a fluid that comes out when a woman is stimulated the right way. One day that kid Peter is going to realize he actually had a magic touch, and he’s going to rue ever letting you go.”
A faint smile tugged at her lips.
“It felt really good, right?” I asked.
She nodded. “But it was so humiliating.”
“Has it ever happened when you masturbated alone?”
“No. But I don’t do that very often anymore either.”
The pieces began fitting together in my brain.
“That’s why you went all conservative, isn’t it?” I said. “Why you started wearing long skirts and shapeless jackets? You’ve been scared that another guy will be attracted to you, and you to him. Then if you get intimate, the same thing could happen.”
Jane twisted her hands together, looking so miserable I no longer knew if I wanted to fuck her or tuck her into bed with a cup of hot cocoa.
“No one has,” she admitted. “I mean, no man has asked me out since Peter. That’s the way I’ve wanted it because I’d be so humiliated if I… um, squirted again. At least if I’m unappealing, I don’t have to worry about it.”
“I have news for you, Miss Smith,” I said, fisting her skirt in my hands as I decided the hot cocoa could wait. “You’re about as far from unappealing as a woman can get. And I’ve wanted to see what’s under this dull suit of yours since the first time I laid eyes on you. Imagine my surprise when I find you’re wearing lacy panties.”
“Oh, I…” Jane’s voice trailed off as she watched me pull her skirt up. “I like wearing pretty lingerie because it makes me still feel feminine, but I always figured no one else would know about it… or care.”
Ah, fuck. I’d already won this game, but a sudden, new urge seized me—the desire to show her just how good sex could be, that she didn’t have to hide her innate sensuality under shapeless clothes and plain hairstyles. She couldn’t.
“Your cover’s blown, Miss Smith.” I inched her skirt up to expose her pussy. “Because I know the truth about you.”
I put my hands between her legs to ease them apart. She grabbed my shoulder to steady herself.
“Mr. Stone!”
“Come on, open up for me.” I winked at her. “You’re such a good girl to follow company policy that I’d hate for you to cause problems now.”
“Oh, you are so bad,” Jane whispered, but she parted her thighs.
My cock felt like it was about to burst out of my pants. I rubbed my finger into her slippery cleft and up to her swollen clit. Jane gasped, her grip tightening on my shoulder. I circled her clit with my thumb, smiling when she pushed her hips down, like she wanted to grind against my hand but couldn’t quite bring herself to do it all the way.
I eased away from her and sat back, nodding to my hard-on. “Take it out.”
“But I…”
“I guarantee, it won’t bite.”
She swallowed and sank to her knees in front of me. I pushed my shoes off. Jane’s hands shook as she reached for the zipper of my trousers. I inhaled, my hands curling into fists. She tugged my pants down and off, shock registering in her expression as she stared down at the bulge in my boxer briefs.
“It looks… rather large,” she remarked.
“It is.”
She glanced up at me, a little smile curving her luscious mouth, her eyes glowing with golden sparks of lust. Something squeezed in my chest as I wondered if a woman had ever accepted me so completely, so quickly.
I was winning the game, all right. Hell, I was heading straight for the finish line.
“Can I touch it, Mr. Stone?” Jane murmured.
“I order you to, Miss Smith.”
“Well, then I suppose I have to obey.”
She grasped the waistband of my boxer briefs and tugged them down my thighs. I winced with relief when my erection sprang free, bobbing upward like it wanted to get inside her right now. Jane tossed my briefs aside, her eyes wide.
“Wow,” she breathed. “I’ve never seen one so big.”
I gave a hoarse laugh. “You know how to flatter your boss, Jane.”
“It’s the truth.” Still staring, she reached out to wrap her cool fingers around my shaft. “You’re… huge.”
She slid her hand to the base of my shaft. I clenched my teeth. Ah, the girl was a natural. She stroked my cock up and down, circled her thumb around the head and even reached down to squeeze
my balls.
“You sure you haven’t had much practice?” I asked.
She shook her head, shooting me a quick smile. “But I did tell you I was efficient and well organized.”
I laughed. “You are, indeed. Thank God for your incredible talent.” I gestured to her jacket. “Now take that off and let me see what’s underneath.”
She started unfastening the pearl buttons on her blouse. She slipped out of her jacket and shirt, tossing them both to the floor. My breath escaped in a long rush. She was wearing a red lace bra, and sweet God in heaven, her breasts were bigger than I’d expected, rounding over the cups, her stiff nipples visible under the lacy fabric.
“Gorgeous,” I murmured.
She unzipped her skirt and wiggled out of it. She was still wearing her sensible pumps, and the sight of her wearing only the shoes and her bra seared me with lust. She had a beautifully shaped body—round hips, tapered waist, full thighs. Not skinny and sinewy. I liked a woman who was a woman.
“Suck it,” I suggested, nodding to my cock.
“I don’t really know how.”
“Do what you did to that peppermint stick.”
Jane looked up at me. “Really?”
“Uh huh.”
She hesitated, but lowered her head and tentatively opened her mouth. I resisted the urge to thrust upward, especially when her warm, wet tongue flicked over the tip. My spine tightened with urgency. Jane closed her lips around my cock and sucked before easing away.
“Like that?” she asked me, her eyes darkening.
“Yeah, baby.” Tension coiled through my body. “Exactly like that.”
I put my hand on the back of her head and urged her down again. She was more confident this time, sucking on the tip before taking me in farther and sliding her tongue across the underside of the shaft. Her mouth was amazing, hot and wet. She squeezed the base of my dick and even relaxed her jaw enough so she could bob her head back and forth.
So good. I loved the sight of her on her knees, naked except for her red bra, her nipples pushing against the lace. Her skin was getting all flushed, and her hair escaped the tie at the back of her neck to fall around her face. I pushed the dark strands away from her forehead and watched her full lips slide down my throbbing shaft. If she kept this up, I was going to come in her mouth.
And that wasn’t where I wanted to do it.