My Weakness

by Alison Mello

  Despite floating on cloud nine, my sarcasm couldn’t be helped. “Yes. My temper when I don’t get a call.”

  He grinned, opening his mouth to say something when the outer office door banged shut, making me jump.

  “Where’s Kyra?” I heard Andrews ask.

  Whoever he was with said nothing.

  “Hmmm,” Andrews said. “Is Paul in?”

  We heard footsteps closing in, sending me into panic mode as I smoothed out my clothes, forgetting my flustered cheeks. Paul stayed cool, opening the door before Andrews did.

  “Ahh, Paul,” he said. “Kyra, I wondered where you were, dear. Could I have five minutes when Paul is finished with you, please?”

  I nodded to him, struggling not to smirk as I thought of how long Paul could be before he was finished with me.

  Paul nodded. “I’ll be done in a few minutes, John.”

  Closing the door, he turned back to me, grinning. “Now, shall we finish up here?”

  A broad smile folded across my face as I submitted myself to his blissful kisses once more.

  ***

  Just as the clock struck lunchtime, my phone rang from an outside line. I frowned, wondering who it could be.

  “Hello. Kyra speaking.”

  A deep voice laughed down the line. “Well hello, young lady.”

  I squealed in delight. “Ashley! Is that really you?”

  “The one and only, my lovely. What time is your lunch?”

  “Now. Why?”

  “I’m outside.”

  I charged out of the door like a bull in a china shop, taking the stairs two at a time, nearly breaking my ankle several times.

  He stood outside my work’s entrance, opening his arms for a giant hug. I ran straight to him, screaming with joy. He picked me up, swinging me round before kissing my cheek.

  “What are you doing here? You said you wouldn’t be back until the weekend.”

  He put me down with a big grin. “I wanted to surprise you.”

  I grinned, grabbing his hand. “Come on. We have lots to talk about.”

  ***

  Ashley was my gay older brother. You wouldn’t have a clue he was gay unless someone told you. His whole persona was very macho, alpha male type. Combined with his good looks, natural charm, and excellent dress sense, he was always batting away female attention. He’d been away travelling for just over a year in Australia. We’d had little contact throughout, which had been hard as we’d always been close. Our father died a good few years ago and our mum remarried and moved to America, leaving just me and him against the world.

  We sat for lunch at the café across the street. I filled him in on my latest goings on with bubbling excitement. As I was telling him about Paul, right on cue, he emerged from work, making his way to the sandwich shop down the street. I pointed him out with a broad smile.

  Ashley raised an eyebrow at me. “That’s him?”

  I nodded, giggling.

  He winked at me. “Well, he’s a bit of all right, Ky. You’ve done all right there.”

  “You know what I’m like, Ash. It’s only a fling.”

  He lowered his voice and looked at me with pursed lips. “Ky, I know your usual look when it comes to men and that isn’t one of them. Have you finally met a guy you want a proper relationship with?”

  I shrugged my shoulders, smiling. “I don’t know, we’ll see.”

  “Aww look at my lil sis, all fussed up over a guy—finally.”

  “Shut up.”

  He chuckled to himself as he walked me back to work. He kissed my cheek before he left, confirming he was coming round for tea tonight. I couldn’t wait.

  ***

  I headed straight to the kitchen for a cup of tea, grinning away to myself as I thought of Ashley. I loved my brother to pieces. I couldn’t believe he was finally back.

  I turned around to head back to my desk, jumping when I saw Paul standing in the doorway, his arms crossed over his chest as he leaned against the doorframe.

  “So, who’s the hunk, then?” he asked.

  I smirked, intending to play on this. “You saw him, then?”

  He nodded. “It was kinda hard not to miss him giving you a loving kiss before he left you at the front door.”

  I bit my lip to curb the laugh creeping up my throat. “Scared you might have some competition?”

  He licked his lips before he smiled. “I think you should be worried of the competition.”

  My playful mood dropped like a stone through water as I took his statement to mean he had a woman in his life. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

  “He’s gay, Kyra. It stands out a mile off.”

  Feeling more than relieved at that answer, I gave the truth. “He’s my brother. And yes, he is gay. How did you know? He does so well to hide it.”

  He shrugged his shoulders. “I’ve met my fair share over the years.”

  I raised my eyebrows, probing for an explanation, but he didn’t give one.

  “What are you doing tonight?” he asked.

  “Having tea with my brother.”

  “Oh, okay. I was going to ask if I could see you, that’s all. I don’t have much spare time this weekend.”

  “Well, I don’t know what time we’ll be done but you could come over afterwards if you wanted?”

  He smiled, dropping his arms to his sides. “No, it’s okay. I’ll leave you to it. I’ll book you in for tomorrow night instead?”

  I grinned and agreed, already looking forward to it.

  ***

  Ashley was full of it when we went out for tea. He owned a house, which he’d rented out whilst he was away travelling. The tenants moved out last week so he’d obviously known for ages when he was coming back. He just enjoyed teasing me and telling me otherwise. I filled him in on all the details with Paul and informed him of Molly’s latest development.

  He scowled. “That girl is something else. She can’t keep her legs shut for more than two minutes. She’s the definitive meaning of Tesco—open twenty-four seven. She’ll never get married, especially not to him.”

  “Ash, that’s a bit harsh. She just enjoys herself. She’s a good friend to me.”

  He downed the rest of his beer before looking me square in the eye. “That girl is trouble, Ky. You mark my words.”

  Chapter Eight

  Arriving at work the next morning, I sported a huge grin. Ash had surprised me the previous evening by announcing he was taking me to London this weekend so we could spend some time together. As I sat at my desk, my joy became short lived when I remembered it was the directors’ monthly meeting today. This meant not only would all of them be in the office, but I would have to take minutes whilst fighting the urge to fall asleep.

  As the clock ticked closer to nine a.m., there was still no sign of Paul, which puzzled me since he was usually an early bird. I set myself up in the meeting room before getting underway with making all their drinks. I waltzed back to the meeting room several minutes later, nearly dropping the entire tray as my eyes settled on Paul’s grinning face staring back at me—from the seat next to mine.

  The company owner, Mr. Collins, strolled in just as I took my seat. He was in his mid-fifties with washed out blue eyes, a stern face, but a good body. Despite his age, there was something appealing about him. He was kind of like George Clooney but not quite so good looking.

  Clapping his hands together as he shut the door, he rounded our attention. “Good morning. I hope everyone is settled and ready?”

  There was a concurrent murmur from around the table and nods of heads.

  “Good. Then let’s begin.”

  I took a deep breath as I poised my pen, trying to force myself not to think about Paul beside me. The next thing I knew, a hand slid across my knee and he whispered, “Yes, let’s.”

  I jumped, inhaling at such a rate that I ended up having a coughing fit.

  Mr. Collins glared at me, one eyebrow raised. After a few seconds, his impatience won through.
“Are you done, Kyra? We have a lot to get through today.”

  I nodded, taking a sip of my water as I swore at Paul under my breath.

  Paul’s hand remained on my knee, making me grateful and regretful at the same time for wearing a skirt today. After several minutes, his fingertips began moving on my thigh with a feather light touch. I pursed my lips, trying my best to calm my already raging body. I peeked up at him from under my lashes and gave him my best I’m going to kill you look.

  He ignored me, continuing his slow tease of my skin. Goosebumps appeared all over me, chasing a violent shudder down my spine that caught the attention of Mr. Harris, who sat on the other side of me.

  He turned to me, his beady eyes scanning my face. “Are you cold, dear?”

  I was feeling anything but cold right now. “A little.”

  “Would you like me to turn the air con off?”

  I smiled. “Just turned up a degree or two will be fine.”

  He nodded and smiled as he pressed the temperature button on the remote control.

  Mr. Collins’s demanding voice cut through the air. “Kyra, are you paying attention?”

  “Yes, sir. Mr. Harris was just…”

  “I don’t want your excuses. Did you get what I just said? About broadening our horizons in Europe? Namely Germany and Switzerland to start with?”

  I nodded, not daring to meet his burning gaze as I carried on with my notes.

  Paul gave my knee a gentle squeeze. His fingers crept up my leg a few inches as he decided to speak to Mr. Collins about his plans for a German division. When he finished talking, his fingers danced farther up my inner thigh, brushing rather too close to that area.

  My breath hitched in my throat and I bit down on my tongue. Heat rushed to my cheeks before flooding through the rest of my body, settling between my legs with a dull throb.

  His touch became more meaningful as he applied a little more pressure. I closed my eyes for a brief second and swallowed the lump in my throat. I stole a glance at Paul, his mouth tweaking up at the edges with a victory smile.

  His fingers moved again, searching out the edge of my silk underwear. A gasp escaped me before I could stop it. I reached for my glass of water, trying my hardest to ignore the couple of enquiring looks I acquired. I resisted the urge to squirm in my seat and cross my legs. There was something about his touch that drove electric surges around my body, jolting my muscles with sensations I never knew were possible.

  As Mr. Collins droned on, I stifled a whimper as Paul’s finger slipped underneath my thong, his fingers gliding their way over my sensitive folds. He teased me like this for several minutes before he delved inside me, my entire face burning new shades of red. I allowed my hair to fall forwards, blocking my reddening features from the other directors. He played out a delightful rhythm inside me, my excitement more than obvious as I tried to calm my breathing into a steady pace. My insides began to coil and I closed my eyes, unsure of how long I could keep up this pretence before I begged him to take me right there.

  Mr. Collins clapped his hands together, making me jump. “Right. Time for a fifteen-minute break before we get back at it.”

  I looked at the time, surprised to see it was gone ten a.m. already. No wonder I was so wound up after being fiddled with for over an hour. I rushed to the ladies’ room, leaning back against the smooth tiled surface as I took deep breaths, trying to calm my aching body. I dared to look in the mirror after a few seconds, glad to see that aside from my bright red lips and a slight shine on my skin, I didn’t look any different from normal.

  Just as I composed myself, the door swung open and Paul strode through. He flicked the lock on the dark wooden door and flashed me a devilish grin. My heart fluttered as I knew what was coming next. He grabbed my face, meeting our lips in a rough kiss. His tongue searched out mine with hungry desire. In nothing but sheer frenzy, we yanked at each other’s clothes in a desperate bid for bare skin.

  With his trousers around his ankles and my skirt hitched up to my waist, he grappled with my thong as I found my way inside his boxers. Groans of relief left us both as he finally thrust himself inside me. Our lips parted and I stole a glance at his handsome face. The radiating stare coming from his startling sapphire eyes captured me in an instant. I lifted my legs up, wrapping them around his waist, needing to feel more of him within my depths.

  Taking my hint, he drove himself further inside, a whisper of a hiss escaping through his gritted teeth. My entire body ached, pulsing twinges shocking every fibre of me. I needed my sweet release and I wanted him to give me it—now.

  His hips began moving with his blissful pace, pushing himself deeper and deeper with each purposeful stroke. Both needing to find our joyful edge, he picked up the pace even more, my nails digging into his taut skin as I fought the urge to cry out. Within a matter of seconds, my tight coil sprung free, my muscles quivering from the manic assault he’d swept over me.

  His eyes lit up as he leaned his head on my shoulder. He bit into my shoulder as he stilled, emptying his own frustration with a sigh of relief. Both breathless, he brushed his lips over mine before serving me a wicked smile.

  “Lesson number one,” he said, “I can tease too.”

  Chapter Nine

  After being the last one to re-join the meeting, earning myself a disgruntled stare from Mr. Collins, I managed to work through the rest of the morning without a hiccup.

  Lunchtime arrived so off I trundled to the kitchen for another round of drinks whilst they all indulged in the catered food and discussing the joys of golf.

  As I reached for the milk from the fridge, a pair of hands snaked around my waist before delicious lips gifted kisses over my skin.

  I turned round, grinning. “I think you’ve done enough for the time being.”

  Cobalt eyes twinkled back at me, full of mischief. “Really? I could have continued.”

  “Oh, really?”

  Taking the milk from my hands, he grabbed my wrists, spun me round, and pinned me up against the wall. He pressed his lips to mine and I could do nothing but melt into a liquid pool. I couldn’t care less about anything or anyone at that moment. After a soul-shaking kiss, he loosened his grip and ran his hands up and down my body.

  “I like you in a skirt.”

  “I guess there’s no need to see you tonight now, is there?”

  He pulled back, pretending to look offended. “Are you insinuating I only want you for sex, Miss Wilson?”

  I giggled, reaching for his pale blue shirt and pulling him closer to me. “I’m not insinuating anything, Mr. Connors. I am merely pointing out a fact.”

  He gave me a curious look, something I couldn’t quite grasp swimming through his gorgeous eyes. He graced me with a quick kiss before helping me sort the drinks.

  After the meeting finished, a little after three, I stayed behind in the meeting room, checking through my notes. Mr. Collins always demanded his notes within forty-eight hours, which meant I had over ten pages of notes to do before Thursday morning. I sighed as I ran a hand through my hair, wondering where best to start.

  Paul came back into the room, a big grin on his face as he sat next to me, running his fingers across my thigh with a cheeky wink.

  I laughed and brushed his hand away. “I think you’ve had your play time today.”

  He kissed me, his lips lingering with a touch of tenderness. “I’m really sorry but I’m going to have to cancel tonight.”

  “I know.”

  “What do you mean you know?”

  “Well, you’ve satisfied yourself for today. You’ve no need to see me tonight now.”

  He chuckled and took my hand, brushing his thumb across the back of it. “That’s not it at all. It’s family stuff. I’m sorry.”

  I shrugged my shoulders. “It’s fine, no worries.”

  He smiled as he stood up. “I need to go. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

  Pecking me on the cheek, he strode out of the room without so much as a second g
lance.

  ***

  I went into work the next morning, dressed in trousers, meeting Paul’s grinning face with my own triumphant smirk.

  Before I even had a chance to sit down, Mr. Harris barked at me, demanding me in his office. I threw a surprised look Paul’s way, only for him to shrug his shoulders with a frown. I followed Mr. Harris into his office, emerging several minutes later with a list as long as my arm of things he wanted done.

  With a sigh, I sat down, wondering how on earth I was going to do all of this plus Mr. Collins’s notes. I decided tea was the answer to my problems. Grumbling my way around the kitchen, I paid no attention to Paul, who stood in the doorway, until his silky voice slid through the air.

  “Enjoy your alone time with Harris?”

  I narrowed my eyes at him as I spilled some milk. “Why? Jealous?”

  He grinned as he shook his head but said nothing.

  “Oh, come on. You’re a big boy. You know how to share.”

  He reached his arm out, catching my hand. “Very true, Miss Wilson.”

  “If you must know, all he’s done is peed me off. I won’t be getting a lunch break or be going home on time.”

  He swung me into his arms, amusement dancing through his eyes as he placed a kiss on the tip of my nose. “Alone in the office after hours? That could be interesting.”

  I scowled at him before he gave me a final parting kiss, sauntering his way back to his office with a cheeky wink.

  ***

  I worked all day, not even stopping for lunch. Paul was kind enough to fetch me a sandwich, which kept me going. After finishing all of Mr. Harris’ tasks, it was gone four p.m., which meant it would be a very late night for me with those notes still to do.

  I plonked myself in my chair just as Molly came in, asking if I was ready to go home.