“Love your kinkiness. Now she gets it.” He gave her a winning smile and leaned in and took her lips in a deep abiding kiss.
She reached between them and gripped his cock and grinned. “Yes, now I’ve got it.”
Desiree was filled with a happiness she hadn’t felt in a long time. It was good to see that this big girl hadn’t finished last and had gotten all of her dreams wrapped up into one sexy dominant that’d made all her dreams and fantasies come true. She grabbed him, hugging him to herself as she cried tears of joy. His arms enveloped her into a tight hug. Big girls did cry, but those tears were tears of happiness and love.
The End
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Eve Meridian
Sabrina closed her eyes and rubbed the bridge of her nose. She looked around her office and although she was tired, she still felt a little thrill of excitement that this office was hers. It wasn’t a large space, but she made it look both comfortable and professional. The fact that it was on the thirty-third floor made the view from the large window behind her desk absolutely stunning.
She didn’t mean to spend all of Thursday evening at work. She had a slight headache from looking at the reams of paper in front of her, but she knew she had to go over the small print with a fine-toothed comb. Sabrina glanced at the clock on her desk and realized it was getting close to midnight. The thought of spending the night at the office made her grimace, but at least she had clothes and toiletries in her own private bathroom. And as the newest employee at Radcliff Holdings, she wanted to prove her mettle. If that meant some sleepless nights, so be it. Losing this job wasn’t an option. And between the loans she took out for her undergraduate degree in business and the money she owed for her recently earned M.B.A., she was in debt up to her eyeballs. And she was prepared to work as hard as she could to create a better life for herself than she had growing up.
Going into debt was something her mother and stepfather had no problem doing. Unfortunately, Barbara and Eddie rarely paid their debts. As a result, Sabrina and her big brother, Kevin, moved around a lot. It was no surprise when their stepfather’s cars were repossessed or the electricity was shut off. The apartments they lived in seemed to grow seedier each time they moved, and by the time Sabrina got to high school, she vowed that she wasn’t going to spend the rest of her life avoiding debt collectors and living in rat-infested places that always smelled like cheap booze and stale sweat. She also vowed that she wasn’t going to get involved with the opposite sex. That meant that even now, twenty-eight years old, she was still a virgin. She watched her mother date loser after loser until she finally married Eddie in a drunken haze. Sabrina knew she probably wouldn’t fall into the same trap that her mother did, especially now, but she still kept her promise to herself.
All during high school, Sabrina spent most of her time studying at the library. She was there so much that the head librarian took pity on her and gave her a part-time job after school and on weekends. Her paychecks weren’t much, but they were hers. That was Sabrina’s first inkling that she could give herself a better life by working hard and studying in school.
Sabrina glanced at her watch again and made a deal with herself. One more hour, and then she would catch a few hours of sleep on the couch. If she spent a few extra hours working now, she could leave early the next day. It would give her some time to pack for the overnight boat trip she and some of her co-workers were going on tomorrow. It was basically a reward from the big boss for closing the deal on a new marketing account. On the one hand, a night on a beautiful yacht sounded like heaven. And she could use some social time, even if it was with co-workers. On the other hand, she was going to have to be on guard so that she didn’t say anything stupid to the ridiculously sexy CEO of the company, Drake Norton.
Drake was about six inches taller than Sabrina’s five-foot-seven frame. He had jet-black hair that was graying at the temples. He also had piercing green eyes and usually sported an incredibly seductive five o’clock shadow by noon. Drake also had the body of a Greek god. He was muscular but didn’t take it too far. And whenever she got a whiff of his cologne, it took everything within her willpower not to drop everything she was doing and nuzzle his delectable neck. Sabrina could feel the heat pool inside of her when he strode by her in the hallways.
After another hour of analyzing contracts and crunching numbers, Sabrina decided to lie down. She turned off the floor lamp but left the light on top of her desk lit so she could still see. It cast a soft glow around the room. She could get a solid six hours of sleep on the couch and then get up and get ready for the day before most people stepped foot in the office. She went into her private bathroom and took off her tailored suit and silk shirt, making sure to hang them on a hanger and hoping she would remember to take them to the dry cleaners soon. She brushed her teeth, showered, and put a pair of gray yoga pants and a t-shirt on. She instantly felt more relaxed without the suit and make-up. She unpinned her hair from the neat bun and brushed it, leaving it down so that it cascaded over her shoulders to the middle of her back.
When Sabrina stepped back into her office, there was a figure standing in front of her desk. She couldn’t help but let out a small scream of surprise before realizing it was Drake. Damn. Screaming at the boss like a scared little girl probably wasn’t a good idea. But what the hell was he doing here? Seeing him made her feel a surge of heat between her thighs.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to startle you. I knocked, but you were in the bathroom. I think we’re the only two who are burning the midnight oil tonight.”
“I, uh. Yes. I guess we are. I was going over the contracts from the Farmington deal. If all goes well, we can close that one on Monday,” Sabrina said. She felt flustered and exposed, standing in front of the most powerful man she knew in her pajamas. The fact that he was drop-dead gorgeous made it even worse. Plus it seemed that nothing fazed the man. She’d never seen him stammer or turn red like other people, particularly her.
Drake wore tailored suits and was often seen in both the society pages and the business sections of the newspaper. He was known as a ruthless businessman and had a reputation as a ladies man. He was one of those men who never seemed to settle down. Sabrina knew the type and knew to steer clear of them. Just because she’d never had sex with a man, didn’t mean she was oblivious to the agenda that most of them had.
“That’s fine. I have another set of contracts I need you to look over. Not right now, obviously,” he said with a rare but wry grin. “Although I’m sure what’s in them could help you fall asleep.”
Sabrina stood in front of Drake, trying not to look too deeply into his emerald green eyes. She desperately hoped that he wasn’t going to notice that her nipples were standing at attention through her thin t-shirt. He looked calm and put together in his charcoal gray three-piece suit, even though it was practically the middle of the night. And he smelled, well, delectable. His understated cologne mixed with his natural scent perfectly.
“That’s fine. I can look them over tomorrow before our afternoon meeting. Thank you.” She didn’t want to be too abrupt, but his presence in her office, after hours, was making her feel…she couldn’t quite place her finger on it. It wasn’t a bad feeling, just different. It seemed that only a few short moments ago she was incredibly tired, but now she felt strangely energized.
“Perfect. I’ll leave you to it. I hope you’re not working too hard. I don’t want you to get burnt out. You’re a good employee, Sabrina. You haven’t been here too long, but I can tell you’ve got a good head on your shoulders. I know you’ve spent a few nights here, but you don’t have to make it a habit.”
“Oh, that’s okay. It’s not like I have anyone waiting at home. I don’t even own a cat because I’m allergic. And I kind of have a one-track mind. Once I start something, I want to finish
it,” Sabrina stammered. Inwardly, she cringed. How pathetic did she sound? Why would he care if she had a cat or not? The man owned a company that included a chain of grocery stores, movie theaters, restaurants, an organic winery, and high-end luxury rental compounds that were located throughout the world. He was also a savvy investor with a shrewd sense of timing. The fact that she didn’t have anyone waiting at home for her wasn’t even a blip on his radar screen. Sabrina felt her face redden and wished she could press rewind on the last few minutes.
Miraculously, he chuckled. “Thanks for the heads up. Note to self, don’t give Sabrina a cat for Christmas. I think you’re safe; that’s not really part of the bonus structure.”
“Whew, what a relief.” She couldn’t help but smile at this odd little conversation. Sure, standing in your office at one AM in your pajamas and having a conversation with your completely drool-worthy boss about your non-existent cat is completely normal.
“Well, I’ll leave you to it. I actually came in to make some phone calls to Tokyo. I’ll probably be here most of the night as well. Sometimes I think it’s the only time I can actually be productive. Security is downstairs. No one else should be coming in. Get some rest if you can. See you in the morning. And don’t forget about the executive trip tomorrow. Should be a perfect night for it. I think you’ll like it.”
“I wouldn’t miss it. I’ll be at the marina and ready to go tomorrow evening. Good night. Good luck with your phone calls.”
As Drake turned around and headed toward the door, Sabrina couldn’t help but look at his incredible physique. The suit looked like it barely contained the hard body underneath. As she turned off the light on her desk, she wondered if she was really going to be able to get any sleep, or if her mind was going to go into overdrive and keep her awake all night.
****
Drake shut the door gently behind him and let out a small sigh. He was curious about Sabrina, curious about what made her tick. The fact that she was beautiful and curvy in all the right places certainly didn’t help matters. But Drake knew better than to take a dip in the company pool, so to speak. Years ago, he had made the mistake of dating an employee. When it didn’t work out, she accused him of sexual harassment. In order to save his company and the people who worked for him, he settled out of court rather than going to trial. Although that experience had been a long time ago, he still made sure to be very careful with his female employees. Drake vowed to never date an employee again. He also instituted a company-wide policy that forbade employees from dating each other.
That didn’t mean that Drake was against dating. There was no shortage of available women who wanted to be seen on his arm and were up for a night of passion. But if he was being completely honest with himself, he was secretly bored with all of the beautifully coiffed women that he was seen with in the society pages. There had to be more to life than making money and making love to a string of attractive women who didn’t really care about him as a person. Most of them only wanted the prestige of being seen with him in public. Some of them angled for a serious relationship or marriage. And even though they were all attractive and intelligent women, he just couldn’t offer them anything more than a night or two of fun here and there.
Drake shook his head and took the elevator up to his office on the top floor. He was forty-two years old, a millionaire many times over, and could get laid whenever and wherever he wanted. He owned a home in San Francisco, a villa in Mexico, a ski lodge in Colorado and ran a successful corporation that had multiple income streams. He was healthy and stayed in shape thanks to his own personal gym as well as regular kayaking trips, skiing, and a few marathons. He felt as if he had no right to complain about his life. So what if he didn’t have that someone special to experience life with and hold on to at night? He had more than he ever expected. But as Drake sat at his desk, he realized that he couldn’t help but think about Sabrina’s nipples as they stood perkily at attention under her t-shirt. The thought of sucking on them while he felt her round ass and pulled her against him made his cock hard in a matter of seconds.
He tried to concentrate on the paperwork at hand that he needed to review before the phone call, but all he kept seeing was Sabrina. He wanted to see what she looked like under those business suits. Seeing her tonight with no make-up and in a t-shirt and those clingy pants was a tease. Who would’ve thought that was a turn on?
He couldn’t help but chuckle at their inane conversation. Usually she was so composed and put together. But tonight she seemed different. It was probably just that he had startled her. The way her brown eyes had widened and her body had tensed up—he wondered if she tensed up like that when she had an orgasm. Not that he would ever find out.
The ringing of the telephone brought him out of his reverie. For the next hour, he talked terms and conditions and finances with his division head in Tokyo. He had taken a risk five years ago when he backed a fledgling Japanese design company. However, his risk had paid off. The revenues of the company, which produced high-end fashion and was branching out into furniture, were climbing steadily. He still owned a controlling interest, but the designers were buying it back from him in small increments. He wished all business arrangements would go this smoothly, but realized if they did, he’d probably be bored. Drake liked the thrill of taking risks, the thrill of the unknown. In business, anyway.
The one risk he had never taken was falling in love. His mother, Caroline, always asked him when he was going to settle down, but he usually managed to sidestep the question by making her laugh or asking about his younger sister, Sara, who was married and had three kids.
“Drake, sweetheart. Life isn’t all about business, you know. You need to slow down and smell the roses once in a while,” Caroline would invariably say to him at the end of their conversations. “You’re just as hard-headed as your father was. Not that I’m complaining, dear.”
Drake and his father had their share of disagreements as he was growing up, but there was no doubt that Jack Norton loved his family. He instilled his work ethic into both Drake and Sara. As a result, both of them worked for Radcliff Holdings or one of its subsidiaries from the time they each respectively turned sixteen. Each of them worked at the grocery store chain, the restaurants, and the movie theaters. Each of them also spent a season picking grapes at the vineyard. The work that he did at each place gave Drake a sense of accomplishment and taught him more than he ever felt he’d learned in school. The plan was for Drake to work himself up to the top—Jack made no bones about the fact that he would have to earn every promotion and every raise. But when Drake was twenty-five, Jack had a massive heart attack during a business meeting at a restaurant. He was rushed to the hospital, but there was nothing the doctors could do.
Caroline was the one who put him in the CEO position after Jack’s death. The first few years were rough. He had to deal with resentment from long-time employees who didn’t like taking orders from the boss’s son. But after a few missteps and mistakes, Drake found that he enjoyed the world of business. He also learned more about his father than he ever thought possible. And as he took over the helm of the company, he started to grasp the massive responsibility that his father had undertaken.
But lately, Drake had felt a little out of sorts. He didn’t want to call it boredom, but he wasn’t sure how else to categorize it. He was looking forward to the cruise that was scheduled for the following night, and he found himself hoping he could see more of the softer side of Sabrina. Not that he would act on his desires, but there was no law that said he couldn’t think about her mouth wrapped around a certain part of his anatomy.
****
The following day was busy for Sabrina, but she was able to leave work early to go home and pack. She packed a sleeveless shirt and a pair of smart black shorts to wear the following day. She also threw her swimsuit and a cover-up in her bag, as the initial invitation said that Saturday was going to be spent “relaxing in the ocean on the sun deck of the Simple Pleasures.” But what
about pajamas? She decided that she didn’t want to risk being seen by her boss two nights in a row wearing a t-shirt and yoga pants, so she packed her one good pair of silk pajamas, as well as the matching robe. The set was soft pink, and the shirt had thin straps and a lace overlay, something that she normally didn’t wear. But the pajamas were a splurge when she received her first paycheck from Radcliffe Holdings. Not that anyone was going to see her pajamas this weekend, but still. She took a quick shower then donned a simple red wrap dress and put her sandals on. After tossing a few more items into her overnight bag, Sabrina locked the door to her apartment and drove to the marina.
“Good evening. You must be with Mr. Norton’s party?” asked the steward standing beside the walkway to the Simple Pleasures.
“Yes,” Sabrina replied.
“I’ll take your bag and show you to your cabin. Have you been on a yacht before?”
“No, actually, I haven’t. This looks gorgeous, though.”
The steward, whose nametag read Brian, smiled.
“Well, Mr. Norton spared no expense when he had this built. Follow me, I’ll give you the tour.”
As soon as Sabrina stepped onto the gleaming white boat, her stomach lurched. She realized that she was nervous and hoped she wouldn’t be the guest who got sick and ruined the trip. The steward was walking ahead of her and seemed not to notice Sabrina lagging behind as she looked around.
“This particular boat is eighty-two feet long. It sleeps eight guests, plus a crew of three. There are two decks. This deck is the main one. There are seating areas and an extra dining area here on the front, or bow.”
Sabrina murmured appreciatively as she looked at the deck. There was a large white oval table partially surrounded by a built-in curved bench. There were also comfortable looking modern deck chairs with large cushions upholstered in a blue, gray, and orange striped pattern.
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