Running Rings

by Ruth G Juliano

  “Thank you. It was good for me too. What about you, ma’am? Would you like to see me become a thousand dollars richer?” Adrian asked.

  Verity tried not to smile, “Certainly, Sir, anything I can do to help a good cause.”

  Adrian nodded and turned her side on to the men further up the beach. Verity put her arms up around Adrian’s neck and he put his arms around her waist. Adrian tilted his head and pressed his lips to Verity’s. He moved his hands down onto her bottom and slid his tongue into her mouth. He lifted her off the ground as he kissed her, lifting her shirt higher and revealing the bottom of her bikini. There was a round of applause and whistles from the men, “That’s two!” they called out. Verity and Adrian could have stopped kissing now that they’d achieved the goal but they hadn’t stopped. “That’s three!” the men called out, “That’s four!”

  Verity laughed into Adrian’s mouth so he put her down and ended the kiss. He licked his bottom lip. “Thank you very much for your assistance, ladies. I hope you enjoy what’s left of your visit to the beach.”

  “Oh we will,” Krystal said, “You just keep it up with your eye candy training and don’t mind us.”

  “I don’t mind you at all,” Adrian said, with a wink.

  Krystal laughed and wiggled her eyebrows. Verity smiled and watched Adrian running and doing somersaults back towards the men. When he got back to the other men they were laughing and patting his back and shaking his hand.

  “Wow, he was hot,” Krystal said, “Do not tell my husband that I kissed a hot, half-naked guy on the beach, even if I didn’t get the tongue.”

  “As if I would tell him that,” Verity said, shaking her head.

  “His lips moved on mine like whoa. How was his tongue?”

  “Hot,” Verity said, “He’s an extremely sexy individual and I wish I knew him better.”

  “Off the market is he?”

  “No, he wants to stay on the market. He’s a swinging bachelor and doesn’t want me to go falling for him or anything stupid. I already know who I’m going to marry, so I’m happy to just take whatever Adrian wants to give me.”

  “I’d be taking it too. I can tell by the way he moves that he’d know what he’s doing in the bedroom. Does he?”

  Verity laughed and shook her head, “I’m neither going to confirm nor deny the rumours about his incredible sexual prowess. And I’m certainly not going to tell you whether or not he moves his hips against mine like a professional stripper and can make me orgasm three different ways at once, because that would be none of your business,” Verity said.

  Krystal laughed and smacked Verity on the bottom with her free hand. “He’s the one that showed you sex was good again, huh?”

  “Did he ever,” Verity said, “And it was only twice, months apart, but it was enough to last a lifetime.”

  “No, no, no. I’d be riding that every chance I got. That’s a great way to get fit and in training for your husband when you find him. He won’t know what hit him. Do you think I got a body like this from sitting on my work chair? Uh uh. This is from riding my husband like a pro.”

  Verity laughed and shook her head again. She wondered if Adrian had really been given a bet by the men or just wanted to kiss her. According to Brandon, Adrian was a long term ladies’ man and had a reputation to protect. He said the only thing that would take Adrian off the market was if the goalie accidentally let a ball through because he had to do the honourable thing. Verity knew Adrian was very careful about that, so he’d be a ladies’ man for a while yet. She hoped that kissing him had helped him, because it had certainly made both her and Krystal feel very good.

  Chapter 20

  There was a great sense of satisfaction to see a finalised and collated report. All of the contributors had put many man-hours into providing their input and now there was an annual report that they could proudly give to the shareholders. Verity smiled and stood up. She had a copy to keep, and she was going to go and put it in her bag.

  “What are your plans for the weekend?” Jake asked, coming around her side of his desk.

  “Nothing. I’ll probably shop for food, have coffee with a friend and maybe read a book or watch a movie.”

  “I could fly you somewhere for the weekend if you wish.”

  Verity laughed, “No thank you.”

  “You won’t be late on Monday, I promise. I will make sure you have an excellent time at my expense.”

  “That’s really lovely, but I don’t think we should do that. We’re professionals, Mr Horton.”

  “Of course we are, Miss Sharpe, but I can’t deny my attraction for you,” he said.

  “I, um, I think you’re very attractive too,” she replied.

  “Tell me why,” Jake said, “Tell me what you find attractive about me. I’d like to hear it.”

  Verity looked up at him. “You’re very tall, you’re strong, you appear to take very good care of yourself, you’re extremely intelligent and you do an amazing job in your role. I think you have an interesting way of thinking and speaking.”

  “Thank you. My door is locked, Verity. I have an urge right now that I’d like to give into and you can help me.”

  “What urge is that?”

  “My urge to bury my face between your legs. I know it may sound confronting, but I’m not suggesting penetration. I just really need you to take off your panties and sit on the edge of my desk. I want to kneel for you, and show you how attractive I find you.”

  “Um,” Verity looked towards the door, “Are you sure about this?”

  “Very, very, sure,” he put his hand on the back of her neck and pulled her face to his. He kissed her lips by putting his entire mouth over her lips and sliding them together. She imagined that this was how groper fish kissed. It was interesting. He had a big mouth and full lips. He did this a few more times and then his tongue came into her mouth. Verity’s eyes opened wide. His tongue was now filling her entire mouth. Her tongue was practically fighting his for space. After twenty seconds he put his lips next to her ear, “Off with your panties. I really hope they’re pretty.”

  Verity was looking at his face but not taking any further action.

  “Should I say, take them off or you’re fired?” he asked, looking her in the eyes, “Are those the words I should use? There are other women who would like this job. If you want to keep it then do as I tell you when I tell you. I pay you more than I have paid other people because you’re worth it to me. I’m highly regarded in the field, and you know I am. My reference of our time together will follow your career forever.”

  Verity nodded and put her hands up inside her skirt and brought her underpants down below her knees. They fell off the rest of the way and he looked down at them. He smiled at her, “Black lace, sensible choice. You feel much better now with your nicer underwear, I know it. On my desk, please.”

  Verity sat on the edge of his desk and watched him kneel down in front of her. He smiled, “You wondered why my desk is so high. This is why my desk is exactly this height. I always get what I want.” He took her legs and put them over his shoulders, and moved her skirt up higher. “Lie back.” Verity swallowed hard and lay back on the desk. He started by licking her upwards like a dog then his tongue moved around in circles. His tongue began prodding at her opening, and then his full mouth was working overtime. Verity couldn’t deny that it felt good, but she was also cognisant that he was her boss and had suggested he would fire her.

  She closed her eyes and pictured the love of her life smiling at her. She was one of the few people who could squeeze a smile out of him when he didn’t want to smile. He was a brooder, which was adorable, but he loved to laugh. He went from brooding to laughing hilariously and back again. He was wonderful. And now he was making love to her with his mouth for the first time. Verity began moaning softly as she felt the pleasure between her legs, and pictured his handsome face brooding and laughing. The action between her legs stopped and she opened her eyes.

  “Thank you for
your assistance,” he said, “Can you grab some tissues and clean that up? I missed.”

  Verity had no idea what he was talking about. She sat up and he helped off the desk. He handed her a box of tissues and pointed under his desk. Verity squatted down and looked under his desk where she saw a white puddle on the plastic mat that was there to ensure smooth movement of his office chair. “Ugh.” She took a tissue from the box and began wiping it up with the tissue, but seemed to just be pushing it around. She took another tissue and moved onto her knees.

  Verity almost hit her head under the desk as something slid up between her legs. She turned her head and Jake had his feet either side of her feet with his buttocks on the edge of his desk and had hold of her skirt. He was looking at her bottom upside down and holding a dildo between her legs. “What are you doing, Jake?”

  “I didn’t get you off. I came too soon from anticipating your pussy. I’m getting you off now.”

  “You don’t have to do that,” Verity said. She was currently being rubbed with a dildo and trapped under a desk. The front of the desk came all the way to the floor and the only way out was backwards. She put her hand back onto the dildo. “You can stop.”

  “I’m not stopping until I feel like it,” he replied.

  It began vibrating and moved inside her. Verity put her hand back onto it again. “Jake, stop it.”

  He removed the dildo and stepped away from the desk, “I’m trying to make you happy. Why won’t you let me?”

  “I believe that what just happened was a sexual assault,” Verity said. She stood up, threw the tissues in the bin, and folded her arms.

  “I like you and you like me. Why is it an assault?”

  “I shouldn’t have to explain that to you, Jake, you’re an intelligent man. You can’t just force sex on people, that’s assault. If you want someone you can boss around sexually then you should pay someone who is specifically interested in providing that service.”

  “I don’t want just anyone. This is not a simple job, and I’m a complicated man. Let’s fix this situation. Masturbate now and finish yourself off. We have to both orgasm so it’s equal. I believe in equal opportunity for men and women, you know I do.”

  “I’m not in the mood now. Would you feel better if I faked an orgasm for you?” Verity asked.

  “It’s not about the noises, it’s about the body’s reaction,” Jake said, “If you’re done for now then get changed. You and I are going to dinner tonight. Pick one of the three dresses from my bathroom and leave your underpants off.”

  Verity stood right in front of him and looked up at his face. “Why are you doing this?”

  “Aren’t you having fun?”

  “No, I’m not,” Verity replied.

  “That’s because you have a very fixed view on fun,” he replied, “Get changed.”

  “What’s my alternative?”

  “You get fired and I sue you for sexual harassment,” he replied.

  “But –”

  “Are these your underpants, Miss Sharpe?” he asked, holding them up.

  Verity nodded.

  “And you removed them and splayed yourself on my desk, did you not?”

  “But I –”

  “Yes, you did. Get changed.”

  Verity folded her arms. This was the most bizarre situation she had ever been in. She walked into Jake’s adjoining bathroom and there were three dresses hanging on a rack. She looked at the price tags and at the dresses. They were beautiful, designer gowns, and exactly the kind of thing that Verity had thought were a waste of money. The kind of people who bought dresses like this had a cupboard full of them because they were something you should only be seen in once. If Verity had a dress like this she could make it her signature dress that she wore to every function. Verity wondered where Jake was planning on taking her in a dress like this. She looked at the dresses again. She had a choice of blue, black or white, and they had different designs. The white dress almost looked like it could be worn as a wedding dress and had too many sparkles for her liking, the black one had a plunging neckline and the blue one had a dangerously low back and a halter-neck. Blue was her favourite colour, so it had to be blue. She closed the bathroom door and changed into the blue dress then looked at herself in the mirrors. It was a beautiful dress and it fitted her well. He seemed to have chosen the exact size that she needed and she was impressed by his perception. She looked down at her legs and saw the dress had a split that came to halfway up her left thigh. She walked around the bathroom admiring how the split only revealed part of her leg sometimes. She’d never worn a dress like this before, and it made her feel very special. She untied her hair and let it hang loose around her shoulders.

  Verity stepped into her high heels and walked out of the bathroom. She looked at Jake and he was now wearing a navy blue suit and bow tie. “I’m dressed.”

  He smiled at her, “You chose the blue like me. We’re synchronized. We work well together, Verity.” He held up a flat package. “You need these tonight, away from the equipment. Sit on my desk.”

  Verity walked to Jake’s desk and sat on the edge. He knelt down in front of her and removed her shoes. He opened the package and put a stocking over her foot. He lifted her dress and slid the stocking up her leg. He took her foot and put it on his shoulder, and pulled the stocking up to her thigh and patted the elasticated lace. “You have nice legs. Quite thin, but nice,” he said, running his hand along her leg. He took her foot down and did the other leg.

  “Can I have my underwear back?” Verity asked.

  “No, after you climax you need to be aired. Otherwise you’ll be walking around in damp panties all night. I know a lot about pussies. I’ve studied them close up. Touched them, licked them, felt them climax and rain. I make you very wet all the time, and that’s why I recommended the panty liners.”

  “Sure,” Verity said and went to get off the desk.

  Jake put his left hand on her right shoulder and stopped her from moving. “You will find me attractive again once you get over yourself.” He moved his mouth to hers and kissed her lips. His tongue began trying to get between her lips.

  “If you insist on kissing me, please don’t put your whole tongue in my mouth,” Verity said.

  Jake nodded and put his lips to hers again. He moved his tongue part way into her mouth. His hands came to her thighs and he lifted her dress across her thighs from the split. His left hand squeezed her right shoulder and his hand went between her legs. His middle finger found its way inside her and on this angle it wasn’t comfortable. Verity moved her hips forward to move a little on the desk.

  Jake smiled and looked at her face, “You want to ride it, thrust away.”

  “No, it just wasn’t comfortable. None of this is comfortable. You’re my boss and your finger is inside me. I understand that my job is to assist you, but as far as I’m concerned you’re sexually assaulting me for the third time in twenty minutes.”

  “I know you as a worker over these months, now I’m finally getting to know you as a woman,” he said, “I want to please you as you please me.”

  “I can please myself,” Verity said.

  “But this is intimacy between a man and a woman. I’m exploring you and getting to know you. I know how good you taste and I know how good you feel. We can make each other happy. Don’t you want to be happy?”

  “I’m happy working with the numbers.”

  “My last assistant left because I became bored with her. She enjoyed it too much and she became possessive. I let you do more with my numbers than you need to do because it makes you happy. Your job is supposed to be to do as I say, to assist me, and this is how I want to be assisted.”

  “You’re having this conversation while probing me with your finger. Is that sexy to you?”

  “No one has ever complained before.”

  “There’s a first time for everything, Jake. If you would like to remove your finger from me and take me to dinner then let’s do that and get this da
y over with.”

  Jake smiled, “You’re very bossy. Has anyone ever told you that?”

  “Yes, one other person.”

  “He obviously knows your pussy better than anyone then,” Jake said. He removed his finger from Verity and put it in his mouth. He sucked it and smiled. “Your iron is getting low. You’d best have a medium-rare steak tonight.”

  Verity put her hands over her face and took a deep breath. She adjusted her dress and Jake knelt down to put her shoes back on. “Thank you.”

  Jake smiled, “I’m a wealthy man, Verity. I own a limousine, I have a driver, and I live in a mansion attended by staff. If you’re the right woman for me then I could give you a very satisfactory life.”

  “I just want to do my job and go home. I want to make sure the numbers are doing their job and that the company is succeeding. That’s why I’m here.”

  “You’ll learn to really like me, I know you will. You’ll loosen up for me. I’m taking you to the most expensive and exclusive restaurant you’ve ever been to and I expect that you’ll behave like a blue-blood while you’re there. If you don’t know which fork to use then subtly ask before picking up the wrong one.”

  “I went to private schools, Jake. I resided in a suburban mansion, and I went to June-Dally Watkins training as a teenager. I’m also not a moron.”

  Jake laughed, “No has ever spoken to me like this. I’m not sure if I like it, but I do find it amusing. It’s so rare that someone would have the audacity to speak to me the way you always do. It makes me laugh, and laughter is good for the soul.”

  “Good to know you actually have one,” Verity said.

  Jake laughed again, “I could make you so happy but maybe only in a superficial way. You don’t seem to want to grace me with some of your depth. Perhaps you have no depth. In any case, I think you are unique and I look forward to our dinner conversation.”

  “I really hope you can refrain from working the word ‘pussy’ into that conversation, given my lack of blue blood and apparent inability to locate the correct fork, it may be incongruent of you to be so crass. Not that you care.”