by Kelli Walker
I sure as hell wasn’t in his penthouse suite to kiss him.
But he took a step closer to me and I didn’t move. His body heat was warm and I could see the chiseled muscles of his chest tugging against his shirt. His hand slid from his pocket and reached for my hip, settling softly against my body. I couldn't shake his stare. I couldn’t avert my gaze from his beautiful face. His hand slid around to my lower back, pulling me into him as my glass teetered in the palm of my hand.
Then he plucked it from my fingertips, placing it beside his glass on a table while he licked his lips.
“Kenneth,” I said with a whisper.
“Yes, Tiffany?”
But I couldn't say it.
I couldn't tell him to stop.
His eyes fell to my lips again and I watched his face approach. My mind was screaming at me to stop. Yelling that this man was responsible for what happened to my father. I had a point to all this. To keeping a job with a man who had a hand in the death of my own father. And that point information. Getting it, deciphering it, then throwing it in his face. He needed to know his actions had consequences and that he couldn't get away with things like what he did at Instatech. He needed to know that he tore families apart. Broke them in ways they could never recuperate from.
But one phrase hung heavily in the forefront of my mind as his lips approached mine.
Then I’ll make sure you keep your promises. Those are important.
I didn’t expect those words from a man who supposedly didn’t have a moral compass.
His hand on my lower back brought me into his body and our lips pressed together. It was soft. Warm. Disarming, especially with the strength behind his grip. He held me closely to him. Refusing to let go. I felt my body stiffen as my mind continued to claw at me. He was my boss. My boss of forty eight hours, at best. He was at least partially responsible for what happened to my father.
But he was kind on the plane when he asked about my life. Generous with his offering of ideas when it came to brainstorming about my business. When he said he admired my morals and my want to reach out into the community, I believed him. Though the information I’d found on him and Roman’s relationship sent me through the roof, I saw a genuine side of him on the jet ride to Zurich.
And none of that spelled out ‘heartless asshole’.
His tongue slid across my lips. Softly and deftly, with a grave accuracy that sent electricity shooting between my legs. I felt myself giving way. I allowed myself to be bombarded by his tidal waves. My hands slid up his arms, feeling every rippling muscles and every bulging vein. My lips shook against his. I felt his arm wrap around my waist. I gripped onto his shoulders, feeling the last of my body’s fight fall from my body.
And my mind shut off as I relaxed into his sculpted form.
Kenneth
I felt her stiffen against me and I knew I’d made a grave mistake. A battle was raging within me. Between staying professional and wanting my new secretary. She was ambitious. Beautiful. With overflowing tits and legs I wanted wrapped around my body. Tiffany was sexy. Intelligent. Eager to learn. But I felt like I was crossing line I didn’t need to be crossing. She was my subordinate, and there was a good chance I could lose my job over what I was doing. Feel coerced into continuing because I owned the company she worked for. But Tiffany’s eyes sparkled with the lights of Zurich and her legs were tantalizing. Teasing the pads of my fingers as she took in the lights below. She was experiencing so much for the first time, and that wonder translated into an innocent beauty I couldn’t ignore.
I almost forced myself away from her warm, wet lips.
Until she relaxed against me.
My hand rushed up her back and twisted into the tendrils of her black hair. I gathered it in my hands, bringing her closer into me. I felt her warmth against my chest. Her breath against my tongue. I felt her toes press her upwards, wanting more of me. To be closer to me. I pressed her into the window, bathing her back in the city lights as my tongue raked along the roof of her mouth. Her hands gripped my shirt, pulling me closer as my hand tugged at her hair.
The moan that vibrated my lips against hers sent electric jolts to my groin.
My hand pressed into the window, the cold burning into my hot skin. Her arms threaded around my neck and she jumped, wrapping her legs around me. I pressed her deeper into the glass. Into the wonderful lights of Switzerland. Her lips swelled against mine and her tongue battled me for dominance. I breathed in her air. Drank in her scent.
I needed my hands on her skin.
I set her down onto her feet and ripped at her clothes. Pulled her shirt over her head and slid her jeans over her rounded ass. Her fingers clawed at my clothes. Ripped my buttons down the front of my shirt before pressing her eager hands into my chest. She tugged at my belt, loosening it from my belt loops and tossing it across the room.
Fuck.
I enjoyed how rough she was.
Tiffany turned me around and pinned me to the glass, her hands digging into my abs. She pulled my pants down off my legs and bit into my thighs, pulling a groan from my lips. Holy hell. This woman was on fire. I could feel her shaking as our clothes fell to tatters on the floor. I reached for her hair and wrapped my fist in it, pulling her to her feet so I could admire her naked body. My eyes swept over her curves. Over the swell of her tits and the edges of her engorged nipples. Over that deep dip in her waist and the thickness of her hips. I watched her thighs glisten. I watched her arousal seep from between her folds. I tugged at her, wrapping her around and barreling her back against the window.
If rough was what she wanted, then who was I to deny the goddess in front of me.
I spread her legs and tossed one over my shoulder. I dove into her pussy, feeling the way she tangled her fingers into my hair. Her nails scraped along my scalp and she pulled at me. Brought me closer into her dripping pussy folds as I lapped at her arousal. Succulent and juicy. Pink and swollen with desire. Her clit pulsed underneath my tongue as I dug into her, sliding my thick tongue across the slit of her pussy.
My hands pressed her into the glass. Her leg jolted around my shoulder. I felt her heel digging into the meat of my back as I drank her down, relishing the taste of her juices. She poured onto my tongue. Melted there and filled my stomach with her heat. I moaned into her, losing myself in the intoxicating flavors of her body as she rolled into my lips.
“That’s it. Eat that pussy. Fuck, Kenneth. Holy shit.”
My hands flew up her body and cupped her breasts. I tugged at her nipples, feeling them heave with her breaths. She bucked wildly against my mouth, coating my chin and my cheeks in her scent. She was wild. Filled with an uncontrollable lust I wanted to quench.
I tugged at her tits and watched them bounce. I massaged her waist and watched goosebumps trickle over her stomach. Her entire body was responsive to my touch, and I groaned before pressing my tongue deep into her pussy.
Tiffany’s eyes opened and my gaze locked with hers. But there was something there I hadn’t seen before. Something primal. Exotic. Dark.
She almost looked angry.
I dug my tongue into her throbbing pussy and her head fell back into the glass. Her hands curled so tightly into my hair I thought she’d rip it from my scalp. My hands curled into her hips, leaving bruises of my fingerprints behind upon her skin. Her body shook. Jolted. Rocked into my tongue as I found her clit again. Her entire body reddened and her chest panted as her orgasm crashed over her body.
“Yes. Yes. Yes. So good. Oh… Kenneth. More. Please. I need… I need more from you.”
I rushed up her body and wrapped her up in my arms. My lips crashed against hers and her hands flew around my neck. I hoisted her up against the glass, feeling her legs wrap around me as her hands clung to my shoulders. I grabbed my cock and slid into her, feeling how she trembled against me. Fuck. She blanketed me like a cool fall night. Her skin glistened with a sheen of sweat that called to the tip of my tongue. I couldn't take my eyes off her. My lips fell
to her neck as I inched into her, letting her adjust to me as I nibbled at her pulse point.
And when I felt her pussy settle around my cock, I slammed into her.
“Kenneth!”
I pounded into her, taking her body as mine. My chest pressed her against the window as my hands planted beside her head. Her nails dug into my back and my toes curled into the hardwood floors. I nipped at her shoulder. Caressed her cheek with my nose. Slammed into her tight little pussy as she dripped around my cock. I gazed out over the landscape of Switzerland. Such a beautiful backdrop to a luscious moment. There was nothing more beautiful to me than a sexy woman cumming on my cock while overlooking the most incredible country in the world.
But once Tiffany breathed my name, I knew that wasn’t true.
It could get more beautiful.
She could make it more beautiful.
“Kenneth, oh my gosh. Holy shit. Don’t stop.”
“Don’t you worry,” I said as I nipped at her earlobe. “I’m not done with you yet.”
My hips snapped against hers until her juices dribbled down my balls. My cock grew thick against her walls and her legs tightened. I ground into her. Slid myself as far into her as I could get. She gasped and moaned. Whimpered and begged. I captured her lips as her hands rushed to my hair, tugging at my locks and forcing my head back.
“I’m cumming. I’m cumming. I’m cumming.”
And holy shit, how good it felt.
Her pussy clamped me in her vice grip and refused to let go. She convulsed against me as her breathless pants turned to drones. I reached back for her hand and unthreaded it from my hair, then allowed my face to fall into her tits. I kissed them. Licked them. Sucked on them until they were marked. The red and black marks reflected beautifully upon her suntanned skin, and I felt her body grow limp against the window.
I slid from her body and turned her around. I settled her on her feet, feeling how her legs quivered against mine. My hand twisted into her hair as her hands planted into the window, and her cheek pressed against the spot her pussy had steamed not seconds ago. I wrapped my arm around her waist and pulled her hips towards me, feeling the way my cock sank between her soaked folds.
I pulled back and pressed my tip into her pussy, then slid in as her groan filled my penthouse hotel suite.
I lost myself in her. In the swell of her ass and the taper of her waist. I wrapped her hair tightly in the palm of my hand and rose up, slamming my hips into her ass. I watched it jiggle as she moaned for me. Sighed for me. Squeezed my cock with her tight little pussy. Her folds were swollen and my cock was streaked with her mark.
“Tiffany. How you’ve teased me.”
Snap after snap, our hips connected. Filling the room with nothing but the sounds of her skin. Her tits dangled, smacking against the glass as her cheek pressed into the heated mark her body left behind. I tugged on her hair, pulling her upright before releasing the fistful of soft tendrils. I wrapped my arms around her and threaded them over her arms, pulling them back and forcing her breasts out.
“Look at it,” I said.
I nipped at Tiffany’s ear as she forced her eyes open.
“Look at the city cheering us on.”
Her head fell back into me and I reached down for her lips. I rolled up into her, crouching down so I could feel the whole of her body against mine. She was pinned against me. Her hands curled into my muscles. Her nails raked along my skin as she panted into my lips, filling me with a desperate need to feel her again. Cumming around my cock and sucking my balls dry.
“Kenneth,” she said with a whisper.
I unraveled my arms from hers and wrapped them around her body. I hoisted her into the air and she wrapped her legs around me, her head falling back onto my shoulder. I pressed her into the wall so the two of us could look out into the city. Revel in its beauty as I slid my cock into her depths. Her head turned towards me and her lips kissed my neck. The softest sensation as I pounded into her weakening form. I held her tightly to me. Refusing to drop her as my toes curled into the ground. My balls ached. My cock pulsed. It leaked its precum into her body, begging to release.
But not until I felt her again.
I needed to feel her one last time.
“Cum with me, Tiffany. Don’t hold back.”
I turned my head to look at her and our eyes connected. Something was there. Something even she was afraid of. I nuzzled our noses together and sank my cock into her one last time, but I could no longer hold myself back.
“Tiffany. Shit. Oh… fuck.”
I fell into the window and pressed my hands into it. I pinned her body against it, her breasts leaving their mark behind. My legs trembled. Grew weak in the knees as her pussy exploded. It clamped down onto me as her hands rushed to my hair, pulling my face into the crook of her neck. I drew in her scent. Tasted the sweat on her skin. Ran my teeth over her pulse point and listened as she begged for her. Her pussy milked me dry, until our intermingled juices dripped down my cock.
My balls.
My thighs.
I slid to my knees, helpless to the pleasure coursing through my body. I wrapped my arm around Tiffany’s waist and held her close to me. I buried my face into her hair. Into the softness she afforded me. Had allowed me to experience despite our professional relationship. I tumbled onto my ass and took her with me, her back pressed into my chest. Her head fell off to the side, rolling around on my shoulder as I slid my cock from between her legs.
“Oh, Kenneth,” she said breathlessly.
The sound alone sent electricity surging to my core.
And the hopeful part of me wondered if she would stay.
Tiffany
Kenneth’s cock slid from between me legs and it pulled me from my trance. Oh holy shit. I just fucked my boss. I somehow found the strength to stand from his lap and tried to ignore the sweet scent of his body leaking down my legs. I quickly gathered my clothes and pulled them on, hopping and jumping and legitimately making a fool of myself. My hands shook. My mind spun. It was hard to breathe. To catch my breath from what had happened. I needed a reason to get out. Any reason I could throw at him. Anything that wouldn’t make me look as terrible as I did at that moment.
“I should go make that itinerary,” I said.
Of course.
The one thing he chastised me for before he kissed me.
Before I kissed him back.
“Can you remember what we talked about?” Kenneth asked.
“Yeah. Yeah, uh… yeah, I can,” I said as I buckled my bra. “Tomorrow the meeting is at ten, then another one at one. Eat a decent breakfast because no lunch. Early dinner out. Not my job to save the company money, though that wasn’t an itinerary issue. Wednesday has one meeting. Eight in the morning. Three hours. First of the two big ones.”
I slid my shirt over my head and turned around. Kenneth’s naked body stood tall and his legs flexed with throbbing muscles. The night sky and the Switzerland backdrop framed his body in ways that robbed me of my ability to speak. The rings of his abs trickled up into a broad chest. A chest I could still feel pressed against mine. The glow around his body shadowed his strong features, but his eyes.
Those piercing blue eyes.
I could see them through the darkness.
“Uh… Thursday is the day to ourselves. Prep for Friday and Saturday’s meetings. Then we fly off very late Saturday, get back early Sunday, take Monday off. Back to work Tuesday.”
I watched Kenneth’s eyes rake over me, taking me in as I stood in my place.
“Correct,” he said.
“Great. I’ll see you tomorrow morning, then.”
Before he could say anything else, I turned around and strode for the elevator. I was close to tears. The elevator dumped me off onto my floor and I couldn't get into my room fast enough. I shoved my shoulder into the door and slammed it behind me as tears flooded my vision.
What the hell had I been thinking?
That man was responsible for my fat
her’s negligent firing. Possibly. I didn’t really know. But he was there. He worked with Instatech during the time it happened. There was a connection somehow. I knew it. Between that and my mother’s warning of him, I had to be cautious. And yet I’d slept with the man!
And I loved it.
Oh, how me made me feel. His strong hands that dwarfed my hips. His sculpted arms that held me to his toned body. The raw power and strength he wielded and the way he tossed my body around. It left me breathless simply thinking about it. Electricity surging through my bones and fire bursting in my veins at the memory of our actions.
I enjoyed it.
And I hated myself for it.
Work. I needed to work. I needed to type out that itinerary. I walked over to my suitcase and pulled out my laptop, then immediately typed up the itinerary. I made sure it looked as professional as it could. No frilly texts, fonts, or colors. I sent it off to Kenneth before I went to the bathroom, determined to take a shower.
I needed to wash his presence off my skin.
Twenty minutes later, I filled my bedroom with steam as I blasted out of the bathroom. I felt rejuvenated. Reborn. My hair was washed, my body had been scrubbed, and exhaustion was settling in. That meant I could get a decent night’s sleep before my insane work week started. I wrapped the pillowy soft towel around my body and ventured over to my laptop so I could send my mother an email. Let her know I landed safely and that she could stop worrying.
But when I opened up my email, I had something from Kenneth.
Change of plans for tomorrow. Meet me for dinner at eight in the lounge of the hotel. Wear something that makes you feel beautiful.
Kenneth
My eyes scanned the email over and over again. Something that made me feel beautiful? The hotel had a lounge? I looked up from my laptop and stared at the wall, my mind swirling a thousand times a second.