by Amy Brent
Now here was where I could make a mess and not have it be noticeable by anybody else. And I wanted to ruin things. I wanted it to look like a hurricane ripped through the room, so it could at least mildly reflect the levels of lust and desire rushing through me.
But I needed to give her one last out. As badly as I wanted the radiant woman in front of me, I needed to make sure she wasn’t doing this out of fear or uncertainty. I was not her ex, but that didn’t mean she wouldn’t call on the defense mechanisms she had no doubt created to survive him.
“Are you sure?” I whispered heatedly into her ear, my voice barely above a rasp. “If you don’t want this, I’ll call you a cab right now and never speak of this again.”
Her legs tightened around me and her soft, pale hands gripped the collar of my shirt. “No, please,” her voice was also low and full of desire, making my blood pump that much faster through me. “I need this. More than you know.”
That was all I needed to hear. Enthusiasm only made the want within me burn that much higher, and I went at her neck, kissing, licking and nipping at the skin there.
She tasted amazing, the faintest hint of pomegranate to her natural flavor that was driving me absolutely wild. I needed to get her stupid jumpsuit the rest of the way off of her, and my fingers went to her zipper once more.
But she seemed to have other ideas. She pushed against me slightly, just enough to get space between us so her hands could slither up and find my top button. With apparent urgency, she undid one right after the other until finally she was pulling the garment from my frame.
But that didn’t seem to satisfy her either. Her hands immediately went to my front again, her nails sliding over all of my skin there. It sent lightning down my spine as she traveled across my pectorals, down my abs, not letting a single striation escape her notice.
It was the sweetest type of torture, making my muscles tense harder and harder until I felt like my body might snap at any moment. It was only when I was sure that I could handle no more that I gripped her wrists and put them back down towards the desk.
She complied, still staring at me with those beautiful, wanton eyes. For all of the time that I had imagined something like this happening, none of them could compare to the actual event.
Unless I was dreaming? I supposed that was still a possibility, but if I was, I certainly wasn’t going to let myself wake up until I had done everything I had wanted to do.
I took a step away from her, gripping the open top of her jumpsuit as I did. Wiggling it down, I revealed her bit by bit until it sat at her hips in a bunch of fabric.
Raising one of her elegant eyebrows, she slowly leaned back until she was flat on her back, splayed across my desk like a damn masterpiece that had been painted by Michelangelo himself. She used her new position to raise her lower half just enough for me to tug her uniform past the widest part of her hips, and then I was sliding them down her deliciously thick legs.
When I finally fully freed her from it, I took another step back and admired my handiwork. She sat up slowly, her cheeks red and her hair mussed, looking like an absolute vision.
Suddenly I was right next to her again, my body bringing me to her of my own volition. She raised her arms to wrap around my shoulders and kiss me once more, but I caught her, giving her a devilish look.
“I think you’re still overdressed,” I growled, my hands just brushing past her chest, moving slowly to the straps of her tank top.
“You too,” she said, her fingers playing with the buckle of my belt.
I smirked at her, feeling a bit of a challenge rise in my mind. “Shall we race then?”
Just as I hoped, I saw the flash of rebellion in her eyes. “Sure, if you don’t mind losing.”
I fiddled with the strap of her tank top. She thought she had the upper hand because she had more clothing, but she far underestimated my skill. “We’ll see who loses to who.”
“Alright then, I’m game.”
Yes. Like an unspoken cue between us, we moved against each other, our hands insistently tugging, yanking and fighting against the barriers between us.
I couldn’t help but chuckle desire the sexual tension blazing so obviously between us. It had been ages since I had such fun and a partner who wanted to challenge me. I hadn’t even realized that it was something that I was craving, but now there was no denying that it was exactly what I wanted.
I reached behind her, fast as a snake, and managed to get her bra off with one hand. She jerked up in surprise as I pulled it from her, her hands falling from my buckle in her surprise, and the movement allowed me to grip her panties and rock them down her hips.
In less than a blink of an eye, she was completely revealed to me with all her glory. My breath was nearly stolen away at the sight of her, sitting there so resplendently, her red hair falling over her face and her skin flushing pink.
She quivered a bit, as if she was nervous, but I just gently massaged the thick flesh of her thighs and knelt between them. She had her knees clamped together tightly, so it did take a couple of moments for her to open them for me, but when she did, I gripped her hips and pulled her to the very edge of the desk.
I glanced up at her, hoping my expression conveyed exactly what I was going to do for her, and making sure she was comfortable. Although her face was now crimson, she gave me a nod and a small smile.
Perfect.
Leaning closer, I gently danced a finger around her center, enjoying the shuddered that I was already able to pull out of her. If she was so responsive already, I couldn’t wait to see what happened once I really got going.
But first, I teased her. I stroked, I caressed, I gently meandered around and over her without ever actually touching any of the petals of the perfect flower in front of me. It was only when I saw the area flushing pink with need, and the quivering of her thighs almost became vibrations that I finally slipped a single finger-pad between her damp limbs.
The little hitch in her breath was pure sin and I wanted to wrap myself up in it. Listening to her reactions, I guided myself through my exploration of her, focusing on the parts that made her moan or gasp. She was good at communicating, and the sounds that she made were the sweetest symphony that I could have ever heard.
Finally, when I had her sweating and whining for me, I dipped forward and let my tongue lap at her folds.
She practically screamed, and her hand went to my hair, gripping me for dear life. Good. I would give her a reason to need to hold on.
I buried myself within her, licking and sucking, applying pressure at all the spots that she had seemed to like so much before. I took my time, truly getting to know her, only traveling to that sensitive bundle of nerves at the top of her entrance that could really make her scream.
And scream she did. Her thighs clamped against the sides of my head and her nails bit into my scalp. But I let her ride out the pleasure as she came, treasuring every moment of it.
There were few things that made me feel manlier than having a woman come undone at my work. It was like the ultimate proof of masculinity, and made the need fighting to be free of my boxers that much more urgent.
I stood, pulling my boxers from my frame, and lined myself up with her entrance. She was still breathless from the orgasm I had given her, but I was already thinking of how I would shove her over the edge yet again.
I slid into her and a gasp fought its way out of my mouth. God, she was so hot and slick that I almost fell apart right then and there. Her walls clamped around me, velvety soft and yielding.
I stilled for a moment, allowing her to adjust and giving myself time to get a hold of myself. But after a few minutes, she rolled her hips that she was ready for me to continue, and then I drove into her mercilessly.
Perhaps I had been out of the game for far too long, but my mind couldn’t think of the words to describe how good she felt around me. Every nerve in my body was screaming its exultation while I thrusted into her, and I could tell that I wasn’t going to las
t as long as I would like, no matter how hard I fought to keep on.
McKenna leaned back, supporting herself on her elbows and lifting her legs to rest over my shoulders. The new position allowed me to delve deeper into her, and made her breasts bounce hypnotically with every thrust.
Why did I resist this for so long? Obviously, my body had been craving what it needed and now it seemed so foolish to have denied it what it had been seeking. All my fears of who to trust and what a terrible idea this was faded to the back of my mind as I lost myself inside of her.
My copper-toned skin against her milky white, her moans against my outright groans, the rhythm of my hips giving and hers receiving, all of it was an ancient dance that I couldn’t get enough of.
I felt the last dredges of my reserves giving out, which wouldn’t do at all. I needed to hear her cry out her climax once more, right on my desk, before I could let our tryst end.
I reached between us, pressing a couple of fingers to that sensitive bundle of nerves. That seemed to do the trick because suddenly she was clamping down on me, her nails raking along my back like trophies I could carry with me for a couple of days.
“Oh God, Rafael!” The cry she let out sent a shock to my system, and then I was pouring into her as I finally allowed myself its end.
My breath was stolen from me and my entire body tensed as I rode out the throes of my end. It was near blinding, and I had to fight not to collapse against her. I was all ready to sink down to the ground and just feel her naked flesh against me as we both cooled down, but suddenly McKenna was pushing against me with urgency.
I took a step back, hissing as I slid out of her. My body missed her warmth instantly, but before I could ask her what was going on, she grabbed her clothes and dashed out, trying to put her jumpsuit back on as she went.
“McKenna!” I called out, stepping after her. But she was already disappearing into the elevator, nearly fully dressed with her tank top and underthings in her hand. I wanted to follow her, but I realized a naked CEO chasing after an upset looking, female employee was not a good thing to do.
But for the life of me, I couldn’t figure out what happened. We had been just fine, and then as soon as we finished, it was like some spell had broken. I had made sure multiple times that she was both willing and excited to move forward so… what the hell had gone wrong?
I didn’t know, and I couldn’t exactly ask her now, so I settled for putting away her things. I didn’t want her getting in trouble, and I figured her cart in the middle of the floor would do just that.
Honestly, I had no idea where it was supposed to go, but I figured that the closet that held the polisher and some other cleaning supplies was a good guess. Once that was done, a distinct sort of melancholy set in and I got dressed, wiping the evidence of our joining off of my desk.
Everything else could wait until morning. Looking over the papers scattered across the floor and my overturned lamp, I just shut and locked the door and headed home.
I tried to play the scene back to see if I had done anything wrong, but I was distracted as my mind replayed McKenna writhing under me, enjoying every moment of what I did to her.
I supposed the ball was in her court now. At least I had the memories, no matter what happened.
And what memories they were!
Chapter Sixteen
~McKenna~
I slammed the door behind me, sinking to the floor as I did so. I couldn’t believe that I had slept with my boss’ boss’s boss’ boss! How much of an idiot could I be?
My core throbbed, brining up memories of just how good he had felt inside of me. It was one thing to have a tryst with a random man because I was suddenly horny, it was another thing entirely to sleep with the man who was responsible for my employment!
Typical McKenna. Ruining everything with my stupidity yet again. I had just settled into my life after running from an abusive man, and now I had gone and gotten myself involved with a man who had power over my entire career.
But wow, had the sex been amazing. Toe curling, heart pounding, soul reaffirming amazing. It was the kind that girls fantasized about for years and never got to experience. He had been cut like a Greek god and his rhythm game was nothing to laugh at. I hadn’t orgasmed so hard in ages and my body was still recovering from the sheer deluge of pleasure.
Ugh, no! Thinking about that was not going to get me anywhere. I needed to do some major disaster control. I hoped that getting my rocks off was worth the hell I was probably about to walk through.
Picking myself up off the floor, I took a few steps over to and then flopped onto my bed. I pulled up a search engine, almost afraid of what I would find, and hesitantly searched Rafael’s name.
More than a few results came up, ranging from acquisitions to editorials so I clarified my search. Practically holding my breath, I typed in “Rafael Barbos Dating Life”.
There was my jackpot!
Just as many results came up, but at least they were things that were relevant to what I wanted to know. I saw article after article. Some of them from gossip rags, some from fashion blogs, but apparently, Rafael had been linked to everyone from starlets to models to debutants. Even his divorce from Dom’ mom was a matter of public record and I almost felt bad for him.
But if there was one thing that all of the publications agreed on, it was that Rafael was a playboy. Not the toxic kind of one who used and abused women and left them desperate, but the unencumbered lover who drifted from good time to good time and left only fond -and slightly erstwhile- memories in his wake.
I heaved a sigh of relief and dropped my phone. Although it was impossible to say for sure, I felt safe to assume that Rafael was not the type to see sex as a reason to stalk me forever. No, if anything that was just a one-night stand and I should be flattered that such a handsome man had found me attractive enough to risk his expensive empire for a single roll in the hay.
Well, I guessed I could get some sleep, my fears mostly assuaged and my body definitely worn out from how thoroughly he had shown me what was what. I probably shouldn’t have left work early, but hey, if I showed up the next day and was fired, then I wouldn’t have to worry about how awkward it would be to see his face again.
Wait, I really should pee, and shower first. I had almost forgotten with everything that had happened. Forcing myself out of bed, I headed to my bathroom to wash away the last of the evidence of my foolish but gratifying romp.
Although I could get rid of all the physical reminders, I knew that the time I spent with Rafael would be engraved in my head for quite a while.
**
I cautiously stepped into work, my head down and almost expecting a firing squad as soon as I was in the door. I had arrived a half hour early just in case, and also because I needed to find wherever my cleaning supplies had been stashed. But I was pleasantly surprised to see not only was no one waiting for me with a pink slip, but also that my cleaning cart had been returned to right where it was supposed to be.
Huh. That was… nice? Had Rafael known to do that or did someone on the day shift save my ass? I didn’t know, and I supposed I couldn’t ask, so I just settled into waiting for the rest of my shift mates to show up.
Normally I would just start a little early and get the night going, but I had been trained that not a minute of overtime was allowed, and we were not permitted to clock in more than five minutes early without supervisor permission. And considering that my direct supervisor had yet to show up, I doubted that would happen.
Thankfully Davie always liked to be a bit early himself, so I didn’t have to wait long for him to pop into the cleaning supplies room. His face lit up when he saw me and he held up a Tupperware container filled with something I couldn’t quite see.
“Mi alma made tamales for you!” His face was so bright with exuberance that I couldn’t help but smile. And for a bit, it was easy to forget about Rafael and the one night of bliss that I was sure was going to make everything else a whole lot worse.
It was so tempting to take one of the lower floors. None of my coworkers would object to taking their turn considering that I had been cleaning the top floor for so long, but still… I was so tired of running.
The last thing I wanted to do was set a precedent here that I could be pushed arounds so easily. No, I needed to go to the top floor and establish that I wanted to keep things professional and forget about everything that happened between us.
Even if it was unforgettable.
So, just like every night, I called the top floor. The weight of my decision pressed heavily on me as I got all the supplies I needed, and I worked myself up into a bit of a tizzy by the time the elevator doors opened.
I stepped out cautiously, sure that Rafael would be waiting, but there was no one there. I frowned and did an entire circuit around the place to find that I was absolutely alone.
Huh. Why did I feel disappointed all of a sudden?
I didn’t know, but I couldn’t quite shake the feeling as I got to cleaning. At first, I felt awkward, not quite willing to throw myself into dancing so completely if someone was going to pop out of the woodwork at any second.