Torrid Love - Caught!

by Lorie O'Clare

  “But you would spend time with Uphouse. And don’t tell me that he didn’t make it clear what he wanted.”

  “He did not impress me. He had questions about his account, and wanted to discuss them. That was it.”

  “He propositioned you, didn’t he?” Jordan pressed his body against her just a bit more. “And his offer didn’t appeal to you?”

  “No!” Roxanne realized her one-word response didn’t cover both of his questions, but damn it, it was getting real hard to concentrate with him pressed against her like this, holding her, controlling her.

  Jordan switched positions with the skill of a master and quickly took both of her hands in one of his, so that now he held her pinned with her hands stretched above her head. She tried to move but his feet and legs still pinned hers and she couldn’t straighten.

  Slowly he ran his hand down her ass. Reaching the end of her skirt, he slid it up, exposing her.

  Roxanne opened her eyes, and lifted her head as far as she could, straining to focus on him.

  “Oh God.” Her insides boiled over, heat surging through her like a wildfire, out of control.

  Never had she seen a more intense look on his face, his expression controlled, lined with raw, carnal lust.

  His fingers moved over her skin, reaching under her pantyhose, and then slid them over her bottom and down to her thighs, leaving them bundled there, a natural restraint. Then with skilled movement, he slid his fingers between her legs.

  She quivered from his touch, his fingertips barely grazing over her skin, yet igniting a fire in her that made her ache to move. She wanted to turn around, get out of her clothes, be free to attack him and demand he fuck her right there on the spot. Yet curiosity and excitement had her holding still, wondering what he would do next.

  Jordan slid his fingers inside her, the moist heat that greeted him enough to make him crazy with need. His fingers glistened with her cum when he pulled them out. She was smooth and so damned fucking hot that all he could do was admire her while stroking the sensitive skin from her pussy to her ass. The sight of her curvy rear made his cock rage in his pants for freedom.

  “I thought you just told me that what he offered didn’t appeal to you,” Jordan whispered, aware that his voice had become more gruff.

  “Nothing about him appealed to me,” she said on a sigh, placing her cheek against the cool wood, then opened her eyes when she felt Jordan’s fingers brush her lips.

  “Then why are you so wet?” Jordan asked, and slid a finger into her mouth, so she could taste the richness of herself.

  The finger slid from her mouth as smoothly as it had slid in and out of her. Tasting herself somehow intensified her lust, made her head spin while need rushed through her.

  Roxanne heard the slap the same instant that she felt it.

  Jordan spanked her ass just hard enough to offer a quick sting. She sucked in a breath of air and opened her eyes wide, lifting her head and straining to look at Jordan as he brought his hand down on the other side of her bottom.

  “Jordan,” she gasped, as heat spread flushed over her skin.

  She could see him standing over her, with one of his arms pinning her hands above her head, while his other hand rested free in the air, palm down, ready for another strike.

  His gaze locked on her rear, while she waited with bated curiosity for him to spank her again. The slightest amount of pain mixed with intense pleasure was hotter than she had ever imagined it would be. It was on the tip of her tongue to ask him to do it again.

  Roxanne could feel how hard her nipples had become as they pressed against the wooden table. Her body stretched over the hard surface and her legs were close together, straight, with her feet planted on the floor. She was so exposed, with her clothes bundled around her waist, and her pantyhose restricted around her thighs. When Jordan slipped his fingers inside her again, heat rushed through her body straight to her pussy, which burned with an ache she was sure she would die from if he didn’t fuck her soon.

  “Oh,” she cried, as he pushed deep within her and then pulled free when an orgasm coursed through her so hard she thought she might pass out.

  Once again he ran his fingers from her pussy to her ass, coating her with her own fluids.

  “Did Roger do this to you?” Jordan asked, his heart thudding in his chest while he looked down at her smooth ass.

  He loved how she didn’t move, didn’t protest, and appeared to be waiting to see what he’d do next. More than anything he wanted to know what was in her heart, her thoughts, that she wanted this intimate moment because she wanted him.

  “No,” she whispered.

  “But he propositioned you?”

  “Yes,” she admitted, trying to spread her legs to allow him better access.

  “And why did you tell him no?” Jordan asked.

  “He doesn’t appeal to me,” she whispered.

  “I see.”

  Jordan thrust his fingers deep inside her and she cried out, lifting her head, arching her back, as she climaxed for the second time. Roxanne squeezed her eyes shut, realizing she could never tell Jordan no. More than anything at that moment, she wanted him inside her, and she bit her lip so that she would refrain from asking him to make love to her.

  Telling him to fuck her wouldn’t let him see everything she felt at that moment. All he would see was that she would submit to him. And as important as she saw that was to him, there had to be a deeper understanding with this relationship. She needed mutual trust, respect, compassion for each other’s feelings.

  Jordan released her hands and immediately Roxanne pulled them down so that they rested flat on the table on either side of her head. She meant to push herself up, but found she didn’t have the immediate strength to do so. Jordan removed his fingers from inside her and then quit touching her altogether. She felt his legs move from either side of hers, and realized he had stepped away from her. Slowly she pushed herself off the table, and felt her skirt crumple down her hips, but with her pantyhose gathered at her thighs, movement was still very restricted.

  “Turn around,” Jordan ordered, although his tone was quiet.

  Roxanne didn’t need to have intelligent thought to know that the man was as aroused as she was. She stood and turned around so that her warm rear leaned against the hard edge of the table, then she reached to pull up her pantyhose, and wondered how she could find the strength to tell this man no.

  Even if he hadn’t actually been with another woman, there was a reason for him smelling like perfume that he hadn’t shared with her. She had a right to know that reason. But training this man, who was hell-bent and determined to have her complete submission, might possibly be the challenge of a lifetime.

  “Take your clothes off,” Jordan said, and she noticed his tone had grown husky.

  He saw her hesitate, and knew he didn’t have her compliance. A stubborn gleam in her eyes brought him pause. His heart constricted. There was no way he would be able to have a relationship with her if he didn’t have her complete submission.

  “No, Jordan.” She reached down and pulled her pantyhose back over her hips, and then slid her skirt down.

  “You can’t fight this,” he murmured, and approached her with a predatory look in his eyes.

  Jordan pinned Roxanne with the table behind her as he approached. He pressed his body against hers, and his hand came up to cup her cheek.

  “Why would you tell me ‘no’?”

  “I won’t be one of many,” she whispered, and she closed her eyes. “And I have no idea how many women you have. You want my complete loyalty, for me to share everything I do with you. I must have the same in return.”

  The phone rang and Roxanne jumped. She took a deep breath to still her overheated nerves, and listened to it ring a second time before Jordan released her and moved to answer it.

  “Jordan here,” he said a bit too harshly, and then listened to the party at the other end. “I should be there within thirty minutes,” he said then hung
up.

  “Are we headed back to the office?” She didn’t look at him but focused on straightening her clothes. Her hands shook and she prayed she would be able to concentrate on her work for the remainder of the afternoon.

  “Yup.” Jordan sounded terse and didn’t say another word as he left his den.

  She wanted him to open his heart to her. And damn it, that was a fair request. He just wasn’t sure he knew how to do it. And that bothered him—no, it terrified him. All of his life, performance was all that was needed to show loyalty. No one had ever asked more of him. His father hadn’t asked for love, simply perfection. He’d never let another woman get under his skin enough that they’d demanded anything more from him than sexual satisfaction.

  And up until now that had been fine. Life had been good. He’d reached the top of his ladder and enjoyed his social ranking, and the respect and appreciation of being the best at what he did.

  Hell, how many businessmen could tell a millionaire client to go fuck themselves?

  Jordan had reached the top of the hill. Yet he still wanted more. He wanted Roxanne. Now he needed to figure out if he could meet her expectations and demands in order to have her.

  Damn it. How the hell had he gotten himself into such a predicament?

  And why did it matter?

  Because you love her, the little voice inside of his head annoyed him.

  There was work to do, matters that needed his immediate attention. Roxanne would work by his side and somehow, at a later time, he would figure out how to gain her complete submission. He would have her and on his terms.

  * * * * *

  Roxanne had no problem keeping her mind off the events that had occurred at Jordan’s house. After enduring a silent and brooding ride with Jordan back to the office, she found herself quickly submerged in her work.

  “I can’t believe it’s five o’clock.” Dorothy, the office receptionist, opened her bottom filing cabinet drawer and reached for her purse. The phone rang one more time, and she reached for it.

  Linda stood up in her cubicle and turned to Roxanne. She’d been hovering over the files that were housed in the secretarial pool for the last hour, going through each file to ensure paperwork was in order. It was refreshing to spend time among these ladies, their knowledge of the business limited to their individual tasks, and therefore their stress almost nonexistent. Roxanne smiled at her and watched as she ran her hands over her dress.

  “Thank you for walking me through these files,” Linda said, and offered Roxanne a warm smile. “I promise I’ll get the hang of it.”

  “You’re doing fine,” Roxanne assured her. “It takes a while to pick up on everything.”

  Linda sighed and nodded. “Now it’s home to get supper on the table for everyone.”

  Dorothy turned from her desk to face Roxanne, and Roxanne looked her way.

  “Joanie is on line two for you. I’m sorry, I hadn’t set the phone to voice mail yet,” Dorothy apologized.

  “It’s okay.” Roxanne smiled. “At least it’s not work-related. I’ll take it right here.”

  She closed the file she’d been going through and shut the filing cabinet.

  “You have a good evening, Dorothy. And you too, Linda.” Roxanne watched as the two ladies headed toward the glass doors to leave. “I’ll switch the phones over, Dorothy,” she called out, and Dorothy mouthed a “thank you” as she left the office.

  Pedro Romero, the payroll clerk, still hovered in his cubicle, and Roxanne moved to Dorothy’s desk to forward the phones then picked up the line to speak with Joanie.

  “Hi, sweetie, how was your day?” Joanie’s chipper tone made Roxanne smile. She leaned against Dorothy’s desk and stared at the empty cubicles. She could see Pedro’s back and knew she would have to go tell the college boy that it was time to go home. He had been known to get lost in his work and forget to leave for lunch.

  “I’ll tell you about it later,” Roxanne mumbled, as the events at Jordan’s house came to mind and at the same time a warm flush rushed through her. She crossed her legs as she felt a pressure build and realized how horny she was.

  Damn the man for being so bullheaded, yet making her crave him all at the same time.

  “That doesn’t sound good,” Joanie said. “Well, I called to see if you wanted to go to dinner with David and me. We thought of asking you and your boss.”

  Joanie giggled and Roxanne leaned back a bit on Dorothy’s desk to get a clear shot down the hallway. Jordan was in his office, as were several of the other accountants. Roxanne leaned forward and blew out a puff of frustration.

  “That wouldn’t be a good idea.” Roxanne stared at the toes of her pumps.

  “Hmm. Sounds like supper might be a good idea then.” Joanie continued talking, but her voice sounded muffled and Roxanne figured that her girlfriend was telling David what Roxanne had just said. “How about if we meet at Senorita’s, downtown. I hear the rain is out of the forecast and we could eat outside on the patio.”

  “That sounds good,” Roxanne agreed. “I should be able to get there by six-thirty. Will that work for you two? I would love to head home and shower first.”

  “Sounds great.” Joanie repeated the time to David. Roxanne could hear him say something in the background but couldn’t catch his words, but they made Joanie laugh. “We’ll have a table ready. See you then.”

  She sighed as she turned to hang up the receiver. Her friend had found true happiness with David and Roxanne wondered if there would ever be a man in her life who would make her feel that content.

  “And who are you running off to see this evening?”

  Jordan’s question surprised her and she hopped off Dorothy’s desk, then turned to face him. He stood opposite her with his arms crossed, looking rather disgusted, and she frowned at him.

  “It’s after five. My work for the day is done, boss. But if you want to dock the personal call from my pay, that is your prerogative,” Roxanne said, knowing she hadn’t answered his question.

  A groan from down the cubicles caught Roxanne’s attention, and she turned in the direction of Pedro. “Pedro,” she called out. “It’s after five. Go home.”

  She turned, walking around Jordan and down the hall toward his office to get her purse. Jordan was on her heels. She reached down to grab her purse and shut down her computer.

  “Roxanne.” Jordan had to know if she had a dinner date with another man.

  He’d overheard her talking on the phone, sounding at ease and comfortable with whomever she talked to, and a surge of jealousy had rushed through him. He didn’t like it. He had no right. But he couldn’t stop himself from getting up and finding out who she was talking to. The fact that she wouldn’t tell him made him want to lock her in his office until she shared every detail of her plans. Hell, who was he kidding—he wanted her to spend her evening with him.

  She glanced up at him.

  “Tell me who you’re seeing tonight.”

  Roxanne slid her purse under her arm as she walked toward him.

  “It’s none of your business what I’m doing tonight.” She glared at him when he didn’t move from the doorway. “Don’t make a scene, Jordan,” she hissed. “I’m going out with Joanie tonight.”

  “And who else? You said, I’ll see you two.” Jordan didn’t budge.

  “I’m meeting Joanie and David for dinner downtown. May I leave now?”

  Jordan didn’t move right away but stood there staring down at her. His gaze traveled across her face and then moved lower. Roxanne had her hand on her hip and a scowl on her face.

  More than anything he wanted to go with her, meet her friends, learn more about her while she laughed and relaxed after work. Some downtime would be excellent. And having Roxanne at his side would only make it better.

  “Please move,” Roxanne said, her voice quavering.

  Jordan didn’t move from the entrance of his office, but watched Roxanne leave the office and enter the elevator without glancing back. On
ce she was out of his sight, he crossed the hallway toward Layette’s office. He had a major problem on his hands and focusing on Roxanne right now would be a distraction he couldn’t afford. The woman had ignited something inside him that he hadn’t experienced before. More than anything, he felt the need to claim her and make damn sure she knew where she belonged.

  But she wasn’t going anywhere, and business matters demanded his immediate attention. Jordan knew if he didn’t have such a gaping problem with his accounts he would have tore after her. The woman wanted a commitment from him that he didn’t know how to give. But maybe if he spent more time with her she would see what she meant to him.

  Jordan entered Layette’s office and sank into one of the comfortable leather chairs that faced the man’s well-polished desk. The plush office smelled of lingering cigar smoke and the dark furniture reminded Jordan of his father’s office.

  This room, with its masculine furnishings, always took Jordan back to a time otherwise forgotten. It was as if, between these walls, deals could be cut among men that couldn’t be dissolved through simple litigation. The atmosphere of this office displayed a mind-set of a generation gone by, where the shake of a hand had as much merit as ten signatures and five lawyers did today.

  Jordan steepled his hands in front of his face, resting his elbows on the wide armrests, and pursed his lips against his fingers. Layette entered the office and walked over to the glass cabinet that housed a minibar. He pulled down three glasses and poured a finger of whiskey into each. “I’ve arranged for Joe Dixon to join us,” Layette said, focusing on his task.

  Jordan sniffed the whiskey before swallowing the shot, and then winced. He placed the glass on Layette’s desk and declined a second shot. He needed his head clear to manage matters, and unlike Layette, who had mastered the art of drinking and cutting a perfect deal, Jordan preferred to do business without the alcohol.