by Skye Warren
“Listen, Sonni. I had another reason for following you.” He’s on the same side of the table with me now. “I’ve been trying to figure out a way to ask you this all night, so I guess direct is probably best. I just want to know if you remember.”
My voice practically comes out as a squeak. “Remember what?”
He takes a step closer and I’ve forgotten how tall he is. Even in my heels he’s taller than me, and it makes me feel delicate. I turn and face the window. It seems safer—he won’t be able to read my face. He’s standing behind me and I can smell the subtle tang of whiskey, and I swear to god I can smell that damn cake on him. “I wanted to know if you remember, because there’s this girl I’ve been thinking about for a long time. Five years actually. My friends kidnapped me on my birthday, took me to a party, and this stunning girl jumped out of a cake and kissed me. But in all the times I’ve thought about that girl, I never thought she’d walk in the door to my office as my new hire.”
My stomach plummets. “Yeah,” I say, my brain sobering up. “I knew when I saw you. I was hoping you wouldn’t remember. I’ll submit my resignation on Monday.” I walk away from him, speeding as fast as I can around the table in these heels. But I don’t get all the way to the door before he’s caught me by the arm. “Why on earth would you do that?”
“Do what?”
“Resign. Leave. Did I say something?” He looks a little shocked.
I notice that he hasn’t let go of my arm, instead his fingers are moving in small circles against my skin. “Well, you remembered. I know it wouldn’t be great if anyone found out the girl who gave you a lap dance now works for you.”
“You can’t leave now. Do you know how long I tried to find you?”
I shake my head. Maybe I was wrong, maybe I didn’t sober up and I’m still drunk. “What are you talking about?”
“After that night I tried to find you. I couldn’t. The company my friends hired wouldn’t give names, and when I finally wore them down, the name they gave me wasn’t you. After that happened, I thought I’d never see you again. I never stopped hoping though.”
I lean against the wall. “Why would you do that? Look for me, think about me. I don’t understand why you would remember me at all.”
He reaches out, smoothing his hands over my shoulders. “How could I forget you? You were absolutely unforgettable.” His hands are moving down, and the heat from them sinks straight through my ugly Christmas sweater. “I especially remember a spectacular pair of tits covered in frosting.” His thumb rubs across my nipple, and even through the sweater, it’s instantly hard.
Shock thunders through my body. He’s not firing me. He thought about me, wanted me. Maybe still wants me. He moves his thumb again and I arch towards him. I thought about him too—about that kiss and about that body. About what would have happened if I weren’t just there to jump out of a cake.
“I wonder,” he says softly, “if this kiss will be as good as the first one.”
“We should find out.”
He closes the distance between us, and it’s everything I remember and so much more. His lips are that same paradox of soft and firm, and the way they’re pressed open against mine sets my heart pounding. Whatever buzz was in my veins from the punch now feels like fire, waking me up and filling me with need. His tongue glides against mine and I can taste the warmth of whiskey on his breath. Daniel’s body is pressed against mine and I can feel his chest beneath his sweater, just as hard as I remember. And against my leg, proof that he’s hard everywhere.
“Better than the first,” I say, trying to catch my breath.
He kisses me again, and I drown in the feeling of him against me. “You don’t know how many times I’ve thought about what I would have done if I hadn’t been tied to that chair.”
I look up at him, and our faces are so close together our noses touch. I can see how dark his eyes are, how much want is in them. “Show me.”
That’s all it takes. Daniel’s hands are on my hips, his lips against my neck. He finds the hem of my sweater and I lift my arms so he can take it off. Goosebumps form on my skin as the chill air of the boardroom hits it.
His hands sweep up my spine, and he unhooks my bra with an ease I’m almost jealous of. Then it’s off and he stops, staring. He cups my breasts, lifting and rolling them in his hands. My nipples were hard when he touched them through the sweater, even harder now that his fingers are on my skin. Every stroke across them sends a delicious shiver through me, and I can feel wetness gathering in my panties. “Just like you remember?” I ask.
“Almost.” He turns to the table and I see that piece of cake he brought with him. Sweeping his fingers across the top of the cake, he lets frosting cover his fingers. “I think this is closer to what I remember.” He takes my breasts in his hands again, painting them with frosting. He takes his time, covering my nipples and drawing designs. I remember the look on his face five years ago when I sat on his lap—lust and hunger—and I see it again now.
He smiles at me. “This feels more familiar.”
“Yes, it does,” I laugh, and then he puts his mouth on me and I’m not laughing anymore.
Damn it all, the man has a talented tongue, and I can think of more places on my body where I want him to put it. He traces the lines of frosting he’s drawn, licking away the frosting and leaving chills behind. He sucks a nipple into his mouth and a moan escapes me. He switches from one breast to the other, his teeth grazing against me, sucking away the last bits of sugar from my skin. “You drove me crazy at that party,” he says. “I was ready to break the chair just so I could get you alone and lick you clean.”
My breath stills as he kisses me hard, pressing his body against mine and letting me taste the sweetness he stole from me. His hands grab at my skirt and pull it up, bunching it around my hips, and then his fingers are slipping inside my panties and he breaks away with a groan. “Fuck, you are so wet.”
I push my hand against him as he teases me, his finger running along the edge of my pussy and circling the outside of my clit without ever giving me what I need. “Please,” I say, and he smiles. His finger slows deliberately, coming even closer to those places I want him, but never touching. I feel myself get wetter as every nerve in my pussy starts to sing, to beg. He feels it, and I watch his eyes go dark with how much he wants me.
Well, if he can tease me then I can do the same. I reach for his belt, pulling his pants open and looking at the bulge in his underwear. I rub him through the cloth and I enjoy the hissing curse that comes out of his mouth. He moves his fingers—slipping the tips of them inside me to remind me that he’s still there—and a flare of heat runs up my spine. I reach into his underwear and grab his cock, pulling it free. It’s long and thick, already glistening at the tip.
Daniel rubs his thumb over my clit and I forget about his cock for just a moment because lights are flashing behind my eyes. I groan, pushing my hips against him, seeking more of that feeling. I’ve never been this close to coming from so little contact—the alcohol isn’t the only thing that’s intoxicating me tonight. “You’re going to make me come,” I tell him softly, arching into the feeling of his fingers on me.
And then his hand is gone. My eyes snap open to find Daniel has taken a step back. I can see my juices glistening on his hand. “No,” he says.
“What?”
“The first time I make you come I’m going to be inside you.”
Gathering myself and managing to stand on my own two feet again, I cross to him. I take his cock in my hand, stroking it hard, and fast. “Then you had better get inside me, because I want you to make me come.”
He grips my hand, freezing it on his cock. The he grins, and in the half-light it’s a wicked, teasing smile. His arms come around me, and I’m pinned against him, his cock pressed against my ass. “My pleasure.” I brace my hands on the table in front of me and I hear the tearing of a condom wrapper, but it only takes seconds. I feel his hands at my hips and the whisper of fa
bric as my panties fall to my ankles. I kick them off and then he’s pressing against me. I close my eyes, indulging in the feeling of being stretched. I’m so slick that every inch of him is pleasure. It doesn’t stop—he slides in and in and in. I feel his skin against my ass and I know he’s all the way inside me. So deep that I shudder.
Daniel draws a hand down my spine, and my pussy contracts. His cock jerks inside me, and I smile. I squeeze him again, and Daniel groans. “You’re going to make me come before I’ve even fucked you.”
My voice is breathy. “Then what are you waiting for?”
He draws out of me, hesitating only a moment before gripping my hips and plunging in to the hilt. He’s not waiting anymore, fucking me against the table with a fierce rhythm. He fucks the breath out of me, and I can’t get enough of it. I hold onto the table, tilting my hips back to take him further, deeper. Every stroke resonates in my body, and I know that I’m so turned on that it can’t last—he’s going to make me come. The pressure is building and there are sounds coming from me that I’ve never heard before.
Daniel’s voice is rough behind me, the sounds coming with his thrusts making my skin shiver. He speeds up, his movements desperate and driving. I surrender to the feeling, braced against the table. He fills me so completely, and the friction between my legs is building. I’m panting out the word yes, telling him to fuck me harder because I know that I’m almost there. His hand slips around me, and all it takes is a touch on my clit to let my orgasm loose.
I cry out, my entire body tightening. My feet aren’t touching the floor anymore as he continues to thrust, completely lost in pleasure. I feel him slide home as he comes, cursing loudly. He leans against my back on the table, breath tickling my neck. Tingling spasms run up and down my body, pussy still convulsing around his cock as I recover. “Wow.”
He slowly gets up, and he slips out of me, my body protesting the loss. “That’s one word for it.”
“It was worth the wait.”
Laughing, he helps me off the table. “It was. Though I have to say I would love to see you jump out of a cake again.”
I kick off my heels, my feet loving the relief. “That was the one and only time.”
“I think there’s more than one person who would like to see that. Definitely some people at the party.”
“No, there’s not.” I roll my eyes.
He pulls me against him, towering over me now that I don’t have my heels on. My nipples harden again just being this close to him. He’s leaning close. “I saw the looks you were getting. Every guy, some of the women.”
“Stop.” I can feel myself blushing.
“I won’t.” He kisses me, taking possession of my mouth, and suddenly I’m wet again, ready for him to be inside me. He pulls me with him towards the door. “Should we go back to the party and see just how many people think you’re as delicious as I do?”
He kisses me again, the feeling deep and delicious, and I’m almost ready to say I’ll go wherever he wants. But his hand skims my side and I realize I’m topless. “Not a chance in hell I’m showing my coworkers that kind of show.”
Daniel spins me against the door. “That’s probably for the best.”
“So there’s no sexual harassment lawsuit?” I raise an eyebrow at him.
“That,” he says as his lips skim my throat, “and the fact that I want you all to myself.” He flicks his tongue along my collarbone, and I never knew that part of my body could turn me on, but I know now. “Who knows? Maybe I’ll hire you for my next birthday, and have you give me a very private show.”
“Could I tie you to the chair?” I ask, unable to focus with his lips exploring my skin.
“You could do whatever you wanted to me, as long as the night ended with me balls deep inside your pussy, fucking you till you scream.”
Heat floods through my body at his words, and I shiver. He bites my shoulder, and I moan. I want him to take me again. Now. Fuck me against the door, I don’t care.
I hear a voice behind me, seconds before the handle rattles. There’s pressure on the door behind me, but the weight of Daniel and me against it keeps it closed. I hear the voice again, muffled. “It won’t open. Locked, I guess.”
Another voice, female and laughing. “Maybe someone got here before us?”
“Too bad. I wanted to fuck you against the window, baby.”
I bite my lip to keep from laughing, and Daniel has his mouth pressed against my skin, though I can feel the way his body is shaking with it. I feel pressure against the door again and the sounds of making out on the other side. Daniel looks at me, eyes wide with held laughter. I mouth at him, ‘Oh my god.’
The woman speaks again, a little slurred. “Let’s find another room. I’m sure there’s another window.”
The man laughs, and the pressure on the door eases as they leave. I hear their voices again farther away and let out a breath, laughing. “I’m very glad we were here.” I gesture to the door.
“Me too.” Daniel flicks the lock on the handle. “Not that I’m embarrassed by this, but I’d rather my employees not see me with my pants down.”
“I think it’d be hard to erase that from their minds.”
He smiles, “Do you?”
“I do. But I haven’t actually seen you with your pants all the way off. I suppose I’ll have to let you know.” I run my hands along the shoulders of his suit jacket. “Actually, I have an excellent idea.”
He gives me a wary look. “What?”
“As you might recall,” I say, giving him a mischievous smile, “five years ago I danced for you. Naked.”
“I’m not sure I like where this is going.”
I push away from the door, heading for one of the large and cushy chairs sitting around for the board. “I think you own me a show.” I push my skirt off my hips, allowing it to pool around my feet and giving him a perfect view of my ass. I peek over my shoulder to find him staring. “Don’t you?” I take a seat in a chair, waiting. Thank goodness I’m not tied to it.
He doesn’t move. “You want me to strip for you.”
“I’ve already seen your cock,” I say and give him a wink, “and now I want to see if the rest of you is as good as I remember.”
His cock, still free of his pants, stirs to attention. Daniel smiles, “Yes, madam board member.” He comes to stand in front of me, and starts to hum. My mouth falls open, because the song he’s humming is the same song that I danced to that night. He really does remember everything. Daniel shimmies open his tie, moving his hips in a sexy rhythm. He releases the tie and swings it around my neck, draping it across my breasts. He slides his jacket off and tosses it behind him, taking the opportunity to shake his ass. I laugh, amazed that he’s willing to do this, that he’s willing to take himself so lightly.
He undoes his buttons one at a time, and rips open his shirt exposing his chest. He’s more beautiful than I remember, the light coming in the window throwing the lines of his body into a gorgeous contrast. I watch the muscles in his chest and stomach bunch and flex as he dances in front of me while dropping his pants. My mouth is suddenly dry seeing him. His underwear is the last to go, being playfully thrown behind him, and he stands silent in front of me as I look at him.
“Not something you forget,” I say, my voice raw with the desire I feel.
“I remember something else about that night,” he says.
“What?”
He turns to that damn cake again. “Your tits weren’t the only frosted part of you. You had frosting…everywhere.” He drops to his knees in front of me, spreading my legs and smoothing a finger full of frosting across my clit seconds before he covers me with his tongue.
“Oh god.” The words come out as a groan, as he licks away the frosting. He doesn’t stop there, exploring my clit. The tip of his tongue draws up one side and down the other, flicking in patterns I can’t predict. His mouth moves lower, tracing the entrance to my pussy slowly and once again teasing me. I thread my fingers throu
gh his hair, resisting the urge to pull his face harder against me.
Daniel dips down, circling the bud of my ass with his tongue before drawing one long line back to my clit. My breath comes in pants and I have to force my eyes to stay open. The pleasure of his mouth is forcing them closed, but I’m mesmerized by the sight of his mouth on me. He sucks my clit between his teeth, biting gently, and I gasp as a burst of adrenaline and pleasure races through me.
He pulls back, staring at my pussy, and even though his tongue was just on my ass, I blush at being so thoroughly examined. He reaches out a hand, finger stroking down my clit and into my pussy. Repeating the motion, he circles me, using my wetness to slide against my clit and make the nerves spark. Finger and thumb and down and back and it feels like his hand is dancing across me, every touch bringing me higher. But he looks up at me, smiling that sly smile, and slows his hand.
The urgency in my body disappears as he changes the rhythm to slow and soothing. I groan, frustrated, and he chuckles. He presses a finger inside me, skimming it against my skin until he finds what he’s looking for. We both know, because my entire body jumps. A tiny spot inside that feels like pure and open pleasure. He strokes his finger across it, my body shaking with it. Another finger joins it, and another, so there are three fingers teasing me from the inside, building that unnamable pleasure again.
He places his other hand on my stomach, changing the angle of his hand so that he’s fucking me. Every time his fingers enter me they strike against that spot, and I can’t force my eyes to stay open anymore. My head falls back against the chair, and even with my eyes closed there are flashes of light in my vision. My voice is one long moan. I wish I could stay in this moment, this pleasure, always. My whole body feels the pressure of his fingers in my pussy and I’m right on the edge when he pulls out and stops.
My orgasm disappears like a balloon popping, and my body practically screams in frustration. No, that’s actually me. “Daniel,” I say, opening my eyes, “please.”
His fingers are in his mouth, and he makes an approving sound. “You taste even better than the frosting.”