Broken: A Mountain Man's Romance

by Mia Ford, Bella Winters

  I slipped out silently and closed the door behind me. They knew the value she brought to the company. I was fully aware of how the old man thought of her. It was a simpatico kind of relationship. She didn’t need anybody to hold her hand and could make those tough decisions. I had come in on the heels of her hard work. It wasn’t fair, but I couldn’t praise her virtues without something to back up my claim. It was a long night and the examples I found made her look like the second coming.

  I didn’t show it in the room, but I was nervous with droplets of perspiration running down my spine. I had to find her and convince her to give it a little more time. I had given her the blueprint of what working together could be like. Christening the very table the old men sat around was something that we guiltily smiled about.

  She was in my office and wasn’t going to budge. I had to admire her tenacity. She must’ve known I was never going to throw her out by bodily force. She still wasn’t very happy. I felt the icy chill of her stare coming from across the room.

  “I’ve been on the phone all morning. Half of my clients have assured me they will go with me to whatever firm I jump ship to. I was subtle and used my connection to them to feel them out. You can take this list and shove it down their throats.” She had a detailed account of 20 different clients with a wide range of money they entrusted the company with every year.

  “I will leak this information anonymously using the water cooler rumor mill. You must know the right person to talk to.” I went around to the other side of the desk to see her teasing me with the way that she was crossing her legs.

  “I can get the information in the right hands. In the meantime, I think last night proved how we can mix business with pleasure. There’s a part of me that believes you were placating me. The other part knows that you would never do anything like that. It would be a good idea for you to close the door and pull the blinds.” She shifted and gave me a reason to have my eyes come out of my skull.

  “I don’t know what you’re suggesting Mrs. Robinson. Are you trying to seduce me?” She removed her feet from her heels and brazenly struck a match to my libido by massaging me in a not so subtle way.

  “I don’t know why we have to wait to test out this new arrangement. Last night nobody was here to interrupt. Today the danger of getting caught is turning me on. I purposely wore something easily accessible.” The black panties had no crotch and I could see the lips winking at me from underneath her skirt.

  “You do drive a hard bargain. I don’t know how you expect me to walk over to the door to lock it when you are doing this. The staff knows we are burning the candle at both ends. The only thing that’s going to ruin this is you. I know how vocal you can be.” Her screams made me have one eye open in bed gripping my pillow desperate to hear her in the throes of ecstasy.

  “I’m not the only one who screams like a high pitched girl. I know what buttons to push. It’s been an exercise of trial and error over the years. I have you by the short hairs. You have to know that I invite you to stay overnight because it’s home field advantage.” I struggled to break free and walked over to the door feeling the hunger to consume her.

  I very carefully closed the blinds making sure Dorothy was fully engrossed in the task I had given her. On some level, I had to know a morning pick me up was possible. Dorothy was going to be going over those documents for hours.

  I had a two-fister in my pants making the fabric bulge in an obscene way. Charlotte had her feet on the desk and was moving the skirt up along her lean legs.

  Chapter seven

  Charlotte

  I was burning up inside with a fever to do something out of character. Last night had opened up my eyes to how we could make the office into our own sexual playground. I had some feelers out and there was interest in bringing me aboard another firm. I could only hope it wasn’t going to come to that.

  “Are you going to stand there staring at me all morning? I see something that is going to make it over here before the rest of you.” He smiled and took a few steps closer until his hands were on the desk.

  “I’m enjoying the view from where I’m standing.” My skirt was up around my waist with nothing to prevent him from seeing how wet I was.

  “I don’t know how I let it get this far. You have this way of making me want to do something I would never normally do. Bryce, it feels like I’m meeting you for the first time all over again.” I spread the lips with two fingers and he purposely pulled down his zipper.

  “I can play this game. Don’t think that you have a monopoly on how to seduce.” I could probably hear his thoughts and was giving him exactly what he wanted.

  “I propose a wager. The loser wears no underwear the rest of the day. The first one to orgasm is the loser. There are ground rules to adhere to. We both get 10-minutes to perform oral sex.” I knew from personal experience how to manipulate his manhood in my favor.

  “It’s not fair and you know it. I’ve always been wrapped around your finger when it comes to oral gratification. It looks like I’m going to have to pull out the big guns. I didn’t want to scare you, but I have been holding back. It’s time to take off the training wheels.” I thought that he was bluffing, but the look in his eyes told me that I might have bitten off more than I could chew.

  “I would like to see if you are all bluster. You talk a big game, but I have yet to see anything to back it up.” He removed any doubt by the way he made room for himself in the middle of the desk.

  I swallowed with nervous anticipation running through my lower extremities. He slid across until his head was in my lap. My bare feet were on the desk and I could feel his hot breath touching me with a flicker of what was going to come.

  “You haven’t experienced the reason why I am still friends with my ex-girlfriends. They stay close because they want the opportunity to pounce.” With feline grace, Bryce fluttered his tongue against my clit for 10-seconds before leaving me to want more.

  He did that a few times and it was like he was rubbing two sticks together. It wasn’t easy, but I was consciously aware of the clock on the wall. He had wasted 2-minutes using his words, but they did what was required. He had made me think about what he was going to do which was half the battle.

  “I guess you didn’t need me to show you the way. The magic of your tongue is something you should have shown me a long time ago. I might’ve asked you to move in. The simple truth is that we are made for one another.” He was purposely avoiding my clit after touching it briefly.

  “I wanted to save something for when we got married. The wedding night was going to have you screaming loud enough to peel the wallpaper off the wall. You ruined the surprise.” I was celebrating this feeling coming over me and my body responded when he injected me with his oral digit.

  I had my legs wrapped around his head locked together. There was no way that I was going to miss out on something of a surprise. The one thing missing from our relationship was his ability to seal the deal with satisfactory mouth music. He was holding this back and I was going to make him pay for it.

  “I have to tell you eating pussy is an art form. I thought you were lacking, but this is a pleasant surprise.” I moaned after each sentence and there was no way that I was going to be able to keep it in.

  The sloppy sound of his delivery was outdone by his technical expertise. If I didn’t know any better, I would have sworn he was reading cue cards with a cheat sheet of how to get me to the Promised Land.

  It must’ve been awkward for him to lie on top of the desk with his upper half bent at an angle. He wasn’t complaining and his tongue was making me realize I had the total package. My feelings for him had tripled and the orgasm rushing toward me was going to make him the perfect man.

  “I can’t believe you are doing this. You’re pulling the orgasm out of me. This is changing my opinion of you big time. You should have led with this. It’s a crying shame that you…Oh, my god… YESSSSS.” I moaned into the palms of my hands feeling an electrical sensation
charging full steam ahead between my legs.

  My pelvis was rising off the chair with the inside of my thighs burning with the effort. He was steadfast in his approach and continued throughout the explosive moment without stopping. I hit the pause button and lie there with smoke metaphorically coming out of my ears.

  “Never underestimate what a man will do when he is faced with a wager. I do hope that you’re not going to welch out. There’s really no reason to continue. I won.” The winner got the spoils of War. I was determined to taste the fruits of my labor.

  “I want you to sit down and let me take care of you. I will gladly walk around the office today without any underwear. You did win and I feel that you deserve a reward.” He got into position and we heard the doorknob jingling. We didn’t expect anybody to be able to walk through a locked door.

  “Get under the desk and stay there.” Thankfully, the desk was designed to keep me under wraps from being discovered.

  “We’re going to have to have that door looked at. I almost walked right into it. I have some questions about this assignment.” Dorothy had somehow navigated past a locked door with relative ease.

  I was feeling particularly naughty and his cock was right there.

  “I’m sure I can clarify things for you.” They continued to talk, but my main focus was on the delicious treat dripping like an ice cream cone.

  “You look a little flushed. It can’t be easy being the new kid on the block. You have to learn to take it one day at a time. I hope you’re not coming down with the flu that’s going around.” I had my hands around his legs making it impossible for him to pull away.

  “I have been feeling a little under the weather. It’s nothing that can’t be cured by getting rid of some of this frustration.” The pent-up aggression of his masculine persuasion was going to be taken care of.

  “I know I haven’t been very welcoming. Mr. Jacobs wasn’t an easy man to work for. I learned over time how to be his right-hand woman. I wasn’t looking forward to trying to read your mind.” If she could do that, then he wasn’t going to be the only one a little flush.

  She was only a few inches away from seeing something that probably would scar her for life.

  “I’m sure that we will find a rhythm. The work you have done on this is exemplary. A boss needs to be ready to perform his duties. I expect those under me to put in the work. I will know if someone is only phoning it in.” I felt his comments were directed at me and I furnished a devilish way to drive him crazy.

  One touch of my tongue to the long and unyielding object of my affection had him slamming his hands down on the table.

  “You are very passionate about what you do. I admire how you climbed the ranks without having anything handed to you. I understand this transition can be hard on everybody. We both need to make a concentrated effort to dissuade their fears of losing their jobs.” The only job I was interested in was the one that I was giving him underneath the desk.

  “I want to arrange a meeting in the boardroom later today. Charlotte will stand with me and we will address them together. She has ways of making somebody feel comfortable. Her work ethic is something everybody should be aspiring to. She goes the extra mile.” He stumbled over his words when I inhaled the head and tasted the sticky goodness on the tip.

  “It’s a good idea to include her. Mr. Jacobs was very fond of Charlotte.” I was busy with my mouth full to take a bow.

  “She’s going to be working me hard and I’m going to be doing the same thing for her. I think I inject new life into this business.” I felt a part of his anatomy trying to reach my tonsils by going into my throat.

  I had always got a thrill out of orally inflicting pleasure on a man. Bryce was very enthusiastic. His response had made it necessary to give him one night where it was all about him. One night was where I took him to the edge over and over again until he couldn’t take it anymore. This was mimicking that very same experience.

  I was doing my best not to make a sound. Taking him all the way down to the base and back up again was a slow boil. His slippery shaft was glistening courtesy of my mouth performing in a way that would have made porn stars envious.

  “I’m glad we had this time to talk. I’m going to do something I have never done before. I’m going to get you a nice hot cup of tea with some lemon to ward off whatever you a fighting.” He was fighting the natural need to blow off some steam in my mouth.

  “I appreciate how you have gone to the extra effort to make me feel at home. I really would love a cup of tea and I promise not to make a habit out of it.” His hot sausage jumped in my mouth and I heard the click of the door closing followed by the eruption between his legs.

  “Jesus Christ.” His words of blasphemy were followed by a series of grunts with his blistering seed coating the landscape of my tongue.

  I pushed him out of the way and I stood up savoring the last drop burning on the bottom of my lip. Dorothy came in with a cup of tea and I was leaning over his shoulder with his member still outside his pants.

  “You have something right there.” I thought for a moment I had missed a remnant of what he had given me.

  I breathed a sigh of relief when she flicked a piece of lint from my shoulder. I literally was holding my breath and Bryce was snickering when she left the room. I punched him in the shoulder playfully. He pulled up his zipper and concealed what I had deflated with my oral exploration of his flesh.

  Chapter eight

  Bryce

  The next two days had this foreboding feeling in the air. She was either going to be working with me hand in hand or she was going to find gainful employment elsewhere. Her options were unlimited. I was terrified to be left with the vipers looking to see me fall on my face. It was also a guilty treat to have her to satisfy my needs and vice versa.

  “I can’t keep this to myself any longer.” She looked up frazzled with her eyes bloodshot from all the long hours we had been working together.

  “I thought we were going to wait until we finish this.” She must’ve thought I was talking about getting one out of the chamber with the gun between my legs loaded and ready to go.

  “Get your head out of the gutter. I want you to forget I said that. It’s your dirty mind that makes life more interesting around here. I was talking about how I went to bat for you. It wasn’t that difficult and you certainly did leave a lasting impression.” Purple was my favorite color and she was using that knowledge to put me in the mood.

  “I know all about your meeting with Mr. Jacobs and the Board of Directors. There’s not much that goes on around here that I don’t know. I have some loyal followers. They let me know what’s going on. I’m not angry with you for keeping it from me.” Her white leather skirt had this zipper down the side I wanted to get my teeth on.

  “I didn’t want to get your hopes up. I thought I would have heard something by now, but I think they are enjoying making me sweat.” Speak of the devil; Mr. Jacobs was standing at the door in one of his custom-made suits perfectly molded for his middle age body.

  “I have some news. Don’t kill the messenger.” I stood up ready to fly off the handle when he pulled from behind his back a bottle of champagne. “You’re both going to co-chair the CEO position on a probationary period. I had to twist a lot of arms, but it was worth it.” He popped the cork. Dorothy was behind him with four glasses to commemorate the occasion.

  “I appreciate how hard the both of you have fought for me. This is a great idea. One person shouldn’t have all the power. It’s better to have differing opinions.” The four of us polished off the bottle and I could see Charlotte swaying with glee on the balls of her feet.

  “Today is the beginning of a new chapter for this company and I couldn’t be prouder of the direction we’re going. I’m not going to worry with the both of you at the helm.” He only had half a glass and then we took our customary position at his side in front of the staff.

  Some were confused, but others thought that it was a break from t
radition and a good thing. We had some work to do to convince those on the fence. We were up to the challenge. We went down the elevator with Mr. Jacobs.

  “I’m not sure how your personal life is going to survive being around each other 24-hours a day. Personally, I think it’s better to have a bit of a break. I’ve learned the hard way that absence does make the heart grow fonder.” We were in the parking garage and we waved to him while looking at each other from the corner of our eyes.

  “Bryce, are you thinking the same thing?” I answered by unlocking the door to my black Mercedes and motioning for her to get into the back seat.

  The windows were tinted, but the shocks were going to be given a workout. We were like teenagers still with unbridled enthusiasm. I clumsily and awkwardly unbuttoned her purple blouse and pushed her down with her high heels puncturing holes in the ceiling.

  I wasn’t even concerned about the upholstery and what kind of expense was necessary to repair it. I felt like a kid getting his first late-night glimpse of a naked woman from across the street. She was biting the edge of her thumb feigning innocence. The devil horns couldn’t be seen, but wearing no panties was showing her halo to be crooked.

  She pulled down my zipper and reached inside for the crackerjack prize. There should have been a red light glowing above us. She was manhandling the goods and I was thrusting into her fist.