by S. E. Law
Ambling down the hall, I swing by the supply closet on the way back to my office. Lancaster Industries provides free supplies for its employees, including all the usual: pens, pencils, staplers, and whatnot. I need to pick up some new notebooks, although it’d be just as easy to have my secretary order them for me.
The closet is a decent size, and I step inside while turning on the light. All three walls are lined with metal shelves offering any type of office supply you might imagine, including colorful Post-It notes, desk calendars and mouse pads. I take a few steps to the back, where the notebooks are stacked. Perfect. The yellow-lined old-fashioned ones are in stock, and I take three. I like to take notes by hand the old way because taking notes on a laptop always seems borderline rude, since you’re looking at your screen and not the speaker.
But as I turn to open the door again, it’s stuck. That’s odd. Am I going to have to call maintenance to rescue me? I put down my notebooks and yank it hard, and that’s when the door flies open and a young woman comes tumbling in on her hands and knees, brown curls flying. My mouth goes dry because she’s absolutely gorgeous. She’s curvy and lush in her sweater and corduroy skirt, with shapely legs and an angelic face. Her pretty pink lips open into a surprised “O” as she lands on the floor in a heap.
But even more shocking is the fact that her purse goes flying onto the ground, its contents spilling onto the supply closet floor. There are the usual things: her wallet, a phone, keys, as well as some tissue paper and a tube of lip balm. But then my eyes see what’s made this mystery woman so anxious: there’s a huge, pink toy lying on the floor which is clearly a dildo. It’s at least ten inches and curved for her pleasure with a fat base. As we both stand there, staring at each other, the toy comes to life. It begins buzzing loudly before us, and the girl grabs for it.
“Oh my god!” she shrieks while scrabbling on the floor on her hands and knees. “Oh shit!”
I appreciate the sight because she’s faced away from me and that huge rump is in the air, wiggling and swaying.
“Can I help you?” I ask.
“No. NO!” she pants, breaking into a flush in her panic. It’s bewitching, come to think of it. Her cheeks turn pink and her eyes go wide even as she tries to catch the motorized toy.
“Oh no!”
I step forward smoothly and bend down, sweeping up the toy in one gesture.
“Is this yours?” I ask with a sly smile.
She merely snatches it from my hands and then slips it into her purse while stuffing everything else into the leather bag rapidly.
“Thanks,” she mutters, looking down without meeting my eye. “I have to go. Thanks again.”
But as the curvy girl reaches for the doorknob, I push it shut and then lock the door with a firm click.
“Where are you going?” is my low drawl, blue eyes sparkling. “Because we haven’t even met yet. I’m Patrick. And you are …?”
70
Penny
Holy cow. I can’t believe this is happening to me. I was so bored in the conference room that I figured I’d explore a little. After all, my dad completely misjudged Take Your Daughter To Work Day. If anything, this was more of a Valentine’s Day party for grade school girls, as opposed to a career-development event. And no, I was not interested in getting my face painted or in watching the professional clown perform antics.
As a result, I decided to take a stroll around the office. Why not? My dad promised to return to the conference room after dropping off his briefcase, but he had clearly been waylaid. After ten minutes of waiting, I slipped out into the hallway and began walking around like I belonged here.
Smoothing my hair back, I put a vague smile on my face and strolled down the halls. My outfit was appropriate, with a blouse and a corduroy skirt, as well as mid-heel shoes. I passed two printers, an empty conference room, and what looked like a pool of secretaries. No one even looked up as I walked past.
Then, I saw a sign that said “Supplies.” Of course, I wasn’t looking for free supplies, not really. It’s just that Amazon was out of stock of my favorite blue ballpoint pen, and perhaps here at Lancaster, they had a store of them. As a result, I peered around to see if anyone was watching, and when the coast was clear, I tried to open the door. Unfortunately, the knob was stuck and I gripped it harder, trying to turn. But then, the door opened inwards on its own, and I fell headfirst into the supply closet before landing in a heap on my hands and knees.
That would be bad enough on its own. My pantyhose probably had a run and my hair was definitely messed up. But even worse, the contents of my purse spilled onto the shiny cement floor of the supply closet, and there under the bright light was the unmistakable huge, pink shaft of my dildo!
I screamed. I must have let out a high-pitched shriek due to the horrifying situation. The toy stood out like a beacon, almost pulsing with life, and then to my added horror, it started vibrating on its own. The on switch must have been hit when it landed on the floor, and it began buzzing with a loud, insistent noise.
But bad luck comes in threes because behind me was a handsome man looking just as shocked as I was. Plus, he wasn’t just any handsome stranger: it was Patrick Lancaster himself. He was tall and intimidating. His shoulders were so broad that they almost touched each side of the supply closet, and his head literally brushed the ceiling where he stood.
I screamed again, trying to catch the dildo as it vibrated by itself on the floor. But that drat thing has a mind of its own, and I was so humiliated that I scrabbled for what felt like minutes, trying to get my hands on that thing. Patrick, of course, seemed completely at ease. After taking in the situation, he leaned forward and swooped up the toy with one graceful gesture.
“Is this yours?” he asked, those blue eyes sparkling.
I almost died. I couldn’t look him in the eye.
“Um yes,” I said, swiping it ungratefully from his hand and stuffing it into my purse, along with the tampon, maxi-pad, and other feminine hygiene products that had come spilling out. “Thanks so much for your help. I’ll just be going now.”
But Patrick shut and locked the door before I could even reach the doorknob.
“I don’t think we’ve met yet,” he said in a smooth voice. “I’m Patrick Lancaster.”
I bit my lip. This is not how I imagined meeting Prince Charming. I thought that we’d maybe shake hands in a greeting line, and that he would be so overcome with my grace and beauty that he would inquire who that lovely young woman was. Instead, I’ve met the man of my dreams while on my hands and knees trying to retrieve a wayward dildo. Why won’t the world swallow me up right about now? My humiliation was complete.
Looking down, I manage to stammer a reply.
“I’m Penny,” I say in a hoarse voice, and then clear my throat with a half-cough, half-gargle. “Nice to meet you,” I state in a louder tone before looking up into his blue eyes. I might as well try and own what just happened.
But Patrick’s gaze stops me in my tracks because this man is out-of-this world gorgeous. His eyes are so dark that they’re almost navy, and his skin is bronzed, like he spends his summers in the Caribbean. Wavy black hair is swept off his forehead, and he has a strong nose and firm, square jawline with an adorable cleft in it.
Unfortunately, I’ve just humiliated myself in front of him and there’s no chance of romance now.
“I’ll be going,” I mumble while staring the floor. “Thanks again.”
But he stops me with a hand on my arm. The touch seems to burn through my sleeve and electricity sparkles in the air.
“Not so fast, honey,” he says in a deep, smooth voice like a golden-brown cognac. “I think we need a better introduction than that, wouldn’t you say? After all, these are … ahem, interesting circumstances.”
My face feels like it’s on fire, and I’m sure I look like a red tomato. Is my dildo still vibrating? I swear I can hear it going in my purse, but the leather bag under my hand is still, which means that it’s off. Oh g
oodness. I’m so discombobulated at this point, that I’m literally imagining things.
“Um,” I say in a somewhat trembling voice. “Well, it’s nice to meet you. I’m Penny. I’m here for the Take Your Daughter To Work Day event.”
He looks at me with surprise.
“Really? Aren’t you a little old?”
I let out a sigh and nod, defeated.
“Well, yes, and that’s what I told my dad too. But he insisted, because he wants me to see what “corporate life” is like,” I say with air quotes.
The dark man smiles with amusement.
“And who might your illustrious father be?”
I open my mouth to reply, but then snap it shut once more because I don’t want to tell him. This man just helped me pick up my dildo, so I don’t want him to connect me to my father. My dad would die of embarrassment if this story got out, and I’ve already made the situation bad enough.
“Oh you know,” I say, trying to hedge. “He’s just one of your many employees.”
The man smirks a bit.
“I have many employees,” he rumbles. “But here, in the Gainesville office, we’re pretty small and I pretty much know everyone. So who’s your Daddy, or so they say?”
I blush furiously again.
“Um, he works in janitorial services,” I say quickly, still trying to get out of this sticky situation. “You wouldn’t know him. He’s literally the guy who takes out the trash.”
Patrick waits patiently, so tall, handsome and imposing in his dark grey suit.
“No, I think I would,” he counters. “Like I said, we’re pretty close here in this office. I’ve met everyone that we’ve hired so far.”
Oh no. I’m trapped in a corner because evidently, this alpha male has a gift for faces and names. What are the chances he knows my dad? Seeing no way out, I relent.
“I’m Harold Lockwood’s daughter,” I mumble, looking at the floor again. “But don’t tell my dad about this okay?”
Patrick lets out a deep chuckle of laughter.
“You mean, the part about you falling, the part about you landing on your face, or the part about you bringing a dildo to Take Your Daughter To Work Day?”
I look up at him, my face flaming.
“All of it!” is my exasperated exclamation. “I’m well and truly embarrassed okay? I’m not even supposed to be here because I’m not interested in what an office environment looks like. I’m going to be a hairdresser. And I’ll have you know that I’m not usually so clumsy. In fact, I’m a rather talented rollerblader.”
“Really?” the CEO says with the corner of his mouth turned up in a smile. “And what about the … ahem, toy, that came spilling out of your bag?”
I try to think of a way out of this horrific situation, but the long and the short of it is that Patrick has me bested. He’s got me locked in a tiny room, and my breasts tremble and my lungs heave just being in this alpha male’s proximity.
“So …” I begin.
“Yes?” Patrick asks, one eyebrow quirked with amusment. “I’m waiting.”
I shoot him a dirty look.
“Listen, this event isn’t supposed to go on all day. As a result, I was going to spend a couple hours here getting to know Lancaster Industries, and then I’d drive myself over to the high school. But since I had some time to myself, I was going to … well, have some fun.”
Patrick shoots me a puzzled look.
“But where? In the women’s restroom? At your high school? In the bathroom there?”
I let out an exasperated gust of air.
“No. I don’t know. I was thinking my car, okay? I would have some fun in the backseat of my car with my battery-operated-boyfriend. There, are you satisfied?”
But evidently, the billionaire isn’t satisfied because he still has a raft of questions.
“But where in your car? In the parking lot of your high school? Or in the parking lot of Lancaster Industries?”
I glare at him.
“I didn’t have it worked out yet, okay? It’s just that I have so little time to myself these days that I have to use every free moment that comes along. I’m so busy, going from classes straight to my after-school job, and then I rush home to cook dinner for my dad. When I drop into bed at night, I’m exhausted. So yes, I wanted to take about twenty minutes out of my day today to have some BOB fun, and yes, maybe it would be in the parking lot of your company. No one would notice because I’d park way off in the corner away from other cars. And besides, it didn’t happen, so you don’t have to worry.”
But instead of worry, a gleam comes into Patrick’s eyes.
“I’m not worried,” he says casually. “I never was.”
“Good,” I say in a firm tone. “Then if you’ll just let me out of this supply closet, then I’ll march out of here. We can pretend like we never met.”
But he doesn’t budge whatsoever. Instead, that tall form looms before me, casting me in shadow. Curiously, however, I don’t feel cool. Instead, I feel hot, like he’s emanating heat waves that make me burn up inside.
“Well, now I wouldn’t go so fast,” he drawls in a low, honeyed tone. “I happen to like the way we met. It doesn’t happen every day, that’s for certain.”
I stare at the broad wall of his chest, willing it to move aside.
“Great,” I mutter. “Like I said, if you’ll just step aside, then I’ll exit. Wait here five minutes, and then make your exit as well. Then we can go back to our lives and pretend we don’t know each other.”
But the handsome man merely grins at me again from his great height.
“Who said you were going anywhere, Penny? For a girl like you, I have plans, and I think you’re going to like them.”
At that, I gasp and stare up into those eyes. They’re so dark that they’ve become infinity pools and I begin to grow heady and dizzy from his nearness. But before I can fall, Patrick swoops down and claims my mouth with his, making my pulse skyrocket even as my arms loop on their own around his neck.
71
Patrick
I’ll be damned if I let this gorgeous girl get away. After all, it’s not often that I meet someone as inviting as Penny Lockwood. She's a fiery female and tempting vixen mixed into one, with a dose of sass and feistiness exactly the way I like it. Plus, she’s hands-down the most luscious woman I’ve ever seen. Generous breasts tantalize me from beneath that filmy blouse, and her skirt can’t hide the long length of her legs nor the sassy swing of those wide hips.
As a result, before Penny can escape I sweep her into my arms and seize that beautiful pink pout in a hungry kiss. She’s sugar and spice all at once, tasting of warm cinnamon and something sultry and sexy as well. She moans beneath my mouth, her enormous breasts smashed flat against the hard wall of my chest.
“Oh Patrick,” is her sigh. “Mmm.”
“I know,” I growl against her plush lips. “This is a lot more fun than talking, isn’t it?”
After all, I’m sick of talking. I couldn’t stand to be in that closet for another minute without sweeping this woman off her feet. As I angle her head better, slipping my tongue between her lips, she lets out another delighted gasp.
“Mmm!” she giggles, biting playfully on my tongue.
How sassy. In a flash, I’ve got her blouse unbuttoned, revealing her generous tits and soft, pale tummy.
“You’re gorgeous,” I rasp, eyeing her up and down. “How about I help you use that toy you’ve got in your purse, sweetheart? We’ll have a lot of fun together. Even better, how about if I give you the real thing, instead of torturing you with the toy?”
Her eyes go wide and she inhales sharply.
“Patrick, we can’t!” she protests. “We’re in a supply closet, of all places, and your employees are right outside. In fact, my dad is right outside!”
But I don’t care.
“This is as good of a place as any,” I growl while unzipping her skirt and sliding the fabric down her hips. “We have about ten
square feet to enjoy each other, and honey, that’s all I need to taste your curves. Now lie down and show Daddy what he’s getting for Valentine’s.”
Penny is as still as a doe for one moment. She stares at me while dressed only in a tiny pink lingerie set hugging her curves. But then, obediently, Penny gets down on the floor and lays back before cupping her breasts to offer them to me.
“Yes, Daddy,” she purrs. “I’m here to do as you like. Sate yourself on my curves.”
With that, my clothes are off in a flash. If anything, I tear the sleeve of my dress shirt in my haste to be in this woman, but it doesn’t matter. I’ve got an extra shirt in my office, and nothing can keep me from her curves any longer. Within two seconds, I’m crouched between her parted legs, lapping lightly at the damp spot on her panties.
“You taste so good,” I rasp. “You’re so wet already.”
She moans again, twisting a bit under my tongue.
“Taste me right where it counts,” she pleads breathily before slipping a finger into the crotch of her panties and lifting them to the side so that her swollen pink slit is revealed. “Right here, Daddy.”
I know what she wants. In a moment, I’ve got my mouth on her clit, suckling hard. She screams and bucks, her giant breasts popping out of the cups of her bra. Then her sweet slit gushes, and heavenly female nectar spills out onto my tongue. I lap it all up, enjoying her sweet flavor.
“Mmm,” I growl while gently easing my tongue into her tiny hole. “You’re so tight, wet, and ready, Penny.”
She can’t hear me due to the pleasure coursing through her veins. Instead, the curvy girl twists and squeals on the floor with my tongue buried in her steamy snatch.
“Oh!” she cries out. “Unnnh!”
Slowly, I back away, wiping at the wetness on my chin and cheeks.