by Lauren Wood
Conversation faded again as we both devoted ourselves back to the contracts. But it didn’t take long for my mind to start wandering in all the worst possible directions, which only seemed to be getting worse as I got more tired. I thought about Jordan looking at me the way he was looking at those papers…about him bending me over the conference table…
“Go home,” he said suddenly, causing me to jump.
“What?”
“You’re tired. You’ll start making mistakes. It’s okay if you want to go home. I have trouble sleeping anyways, so I might as well stay here.”
Trouble sleeping not only translated into something being missing from his life, but it also translated into the potential for stamina and him having me bent over the conference table all night long.
“I just need coffee,” I defended, jumping up to go refill the pot in the corner of the boardroom.
When it was finished brewing, I walked over to pour a steaming cup full—but was surprised when Jordan suddenly appeared by my side.
He reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a silver flask. “I have the perfect creamer for that coffee.”
I bet you do. I laughed inside, watching him pour a stream of amber liquid into my drink. Spiked coffee—great. That’s just what we needed. It’s not like it would make my sex cravings sky-rocket even more.
I kept working and sipping until I felt the warm buzz settle over my body, along with a new, slightly influenced, resolution. I decided all at once…I had wanted him since I was fifteen. The reasons why I couldn’t have him seemed to matter less and less as the hours went on.
To hell with it. Jordan Ashford was going to be all mine. At least for just one night…to get it out of my system.
5
Jordan
I was starting to think the spiked coffee wasn’t such a great idea. I was already going mad with Cat being in such close quarters, and now that exhaustion was setting in along with the caffeine and booze…it was too easy to start feeling like I was slipping deeper into temptation. And the risk of giving in was growing high.
I could see her lingering around my chair as I tried to stay focused. Even as she moved closer, I kept my eyes glued to the pages of words in front of me and nothing else. My pen tapped on the stack with a relentless thud, over and over again. I thought of it like a metronome of sorts to keep me on task…The only task that needed to be on my mind, which was the drafted contracts stacked up in front of me.
But the rhythm of my tapping pen grew unsteady as Cat, for some reason I couldn’t fathom, decided to slide her perfect ass onto the edge of the table—posing herself right next to me. I was far too close to those rounded plump thighs of hers and everything that I knew rested in between them…just waiting for me to dive in.
“Did you ever think about me all those years when you were hanging around my parents’ house?” she asked in a strange tone.
“What do you mean? Think about you?” I dared to ask, but immediately knew that was a mistake.
“You know…did you ever think about me. As in thoughts my father would have you murdered for thinking,” she shot back casually.
I let the pen fall to the table with a smack. “What!? Jesus, Cat. Of course not. I respect your father way too much, and besides…you were a kid. I’m not some pervert.”
“Obviously I don’t mean when I was a teenager,” she groaned, rolling her eyes. “But after I went off to college. Did you think about me then?”
“I’m not going to discuss this with you,” I barked. “We have too much work to do to be playing games.”
“It’s not a game,” she huffed. “We need a break. Not a long one. Just a short one. Come on, humor me for a minute.”
“If we’re taking a break, I have other things I’d like to be doing than humoring you,” I argued.
She leaned back on the table, resting her weight on her arms in a way that smashed her cleavage together and made her big breasts even more pronounced. My insides twisted in agony. It was like I had died and gone to purgatory—forever beeing trapped in the office with my two favorite things. Work and a sexy, hot woman. But the work never ended and the woman was untouchable, completely off-limits. I was certain if I caved in, I’d go shooting straight down to hell.
“Other things?” she smirked, raising a brow. “Do tell. What other things did you have in mind?”
The suggestive tone to her voice was the last straw. I shot up from my chair and put a safe distance back in between us, holding my hands up in surrender.
“Look, Cat,” I said sternly. “I can’t stand here and pretend like you’re not an insanely attractive and desirable woman. But we’re about to be signing up to be business partners for a long time, and we both really need this deal to go through. Not to mention…who your father is and my relationship with him. Whatever you’re getting at…It cannot and will not ever happen between us.”
“And just what is it you think I want to happen?” she questioned, not letting up one bit with that coy grin curled on the edges of her lips…just begging to be kissed.
“I can tell you if it’s anything other than going home or reviewing these contracts, it’s not happening,” I huffed.
“I wouldn’t be opposed to taking you home with me,” she countered. “We could continue working on the contracts there. That’s both of your offers with permission granted.”
“Catherine…”
“Don’t call me Catherine,” she scowled seductively, inching closer again. “You knew I had a crush on you, didn’t you?”
I couldn’t help but laugh a little. Why did I feel an even bigger rush of excitement when she admitted to having a crush on me? Did I ever know that?
“I can’t remember, but if I did…I’m sure I didn’t give much thought to it. You’re my partner’s daughter.”
“Stop bringing my father into this,” she warned, slinking closer still. “He’s not here, and he won’t be here for the bulk of our working relationship. Furthermore, I think you should know the terms of my proposal before you turn it down. That’s what any smart businessman would do.”
“I think you know businessmen too well for your own good,” I suggested. “If you have a proposal that you think will interest me, book an appointment with my secretary.”
“But if you’re fucking your secretary, I have a feeling she won’t relay the message,” she teased.
“I’m not.”
“Fucking your secretary?”
“God, just stop,” I pleaded, trying to keep my cool…all while fighting off a raging boner inspired by nothing more than the look in her eyes. “Stop saying ‘fucking’, and stop coming closer.”
She put her hands up this time, stopping dead in her tracks. “I know proper office etiquette all too well. You tell me to stop and I’ll do it. But I’d be even more incentivised to comply if you heard what I had to say.”
I hung my head in defeat. She wasn’t going to lay off, and I couldn’t deny my insane curiosity about just what she had in mind. “Remind me to never give you bourbon ever again. But sure, okay. Fine. You got me. Proceed with your proposition.”
“I’m a grown woman now,” she answered quickly. “And I’m no virgin. Believe me. I like a good, no strings attached romp in the sack as much as any one of your business associates…all young and free and driven. All I’m suggesting is one night. Tonight, preferably. You and I both know there’s a suffocating sexual tension that’s been building between us from the moment we saw each other again. I think the best course of action is to get it out of our systems. Then we can move on like nothing ever happened.”
“That’s rarely how it works with women. Especially when you’re so insistent,” I laughed. “If you cared so little, you wouldn’t be so pushy about it.”
“I’m always pushy about what I want,” she assured me. “But don’t mistake that for an indicator of how much I would care if you still refused. You’re not going to hurt my feelings any, believe me. Sure, I had a crush on you when
I was in highschool. And yes, I am still very attracted to you now. But I don’t have time for love or complicated feelings and neither do you. The complications are the very thing I’m trying to avoid. If we just get it over with, we’ll both think more clearly.”
“And what happens when the need arises again?” I asked.
“I have other outlets,” she shrugged. “As I’m sure you do as well.”
My hand flew over my face with an unwelcome, but all too important reminder. “Shit. You’re engaged. Why are you even talking about this when you’re engaged? Clever trick. You almost made me forget about that for a moment.”
“That’s funny,” she smirked. “So did I.”
“Like I said…I’m never giving you bourbon again,” I huffed. “Look, I get what you’re saying…and sure, I’d love to say fuck it and bend you over right here and now. But I’m not going to let either one of us go there tonight. Or any night. So can we please just go back to work?”
“Suit yourself,” she chirped with a roll of her shoulder.
Like some switch had been flipped, she turned her attention back to the contracts and acted like nothing ever happened. I was starting to realize I may have been in over my head with her. It wasn’t so easy for me to snap back to normal when I still had all the urges she conjured up pumping through my body.
But I tried my best to sit back down and chill out. I might have succeeded had she not proceeded to throw out subtle modes of seduction over the next half hour. My pen tapping resumed as she leaned forward and back in her chair with discontented sighs—any way she could contort her body to emphasize her ample cleavage or the curves of her body.
“Stop it,” I finally snapped, trying not to look up as I said it.
“Stop what?” she feigned innocence.
“You know what you’re doing,” I grumbled.
“And it’s driving you mad, isn’t it?” she teased. “I knew it. You want me.”
“No one’s debating that.”
“But you’re not man enough to do anything about it,” she sighed, prancing over to the coffee machine to pour another cup.
With her mug full, she approached me again and held it out for another splash of bourbon.
“I told you. No more,” I scolded.
“Are you enjoying telling me ‘no’ so much?”
That was when I lost it. I flew to my feet again, but this time instead of stepping back—I went lunging forward. My body hummed with the closeness of her heat as I kept moving forward, backing her up against the wall until my chest was pressed against hers.
“Don’t act so naive,” I growled, letting my lips drift entirely too close to hers. “You know damn well I want you. Because who the hell wouldn’t? Look at you. But isn’t there some other poor guy out there who’s ten years your senior without so many ties to your career and your family? Like…oh, I don’t know…Your fiance?”
“He’s only six months my senior,” she defended, her eyes sparking into mine. “Maybe that’s what’s been missing between us. Maybe I’m more into older men than I ever realized. I think I should find out before I walk down the aisle…and maybe you can help me with that.”
My lips parted, but I was out of words. The only thing left to do was to give in and let my mouth go crashing into hers, but I resisted a moment longer. I was going to at least make the most effort I could in holding out…even if this thing between us was starting to feel inevitable.
“You know, one of the fantasies I used to have about you was that my mother would ask you to babysit me,” she went on to explain, driving the knife in deeper. “I used to imagine that I’d be in my room…touching myself. And then you’d barge in without knocking…and punish me for being such a bad girl.”
Everything inside of me, including any ounce of resolve I had left, completely melted. “You are a bad girl. A very bad girl.”
6
Cat
Jordan’s words rattled through my whole body, vibrating straight down in between my legs with a force not even a vibrator could reckon with. I didn’t know men were capable of that sort of thing. All I knew was that it was game on.
“You’re right. I am a bad girl,” I taunted him. “So what? What are you going to do about it?”
The air hung heavy between us with nothing but the sound of our languid breaths, our chests heaving. Our eyes burned into one another until we couldn’t stop ourselves a second longer.
His hands shot up around my head, his fingers digging into the back of my hair as he tilted my face back and thrusted his lips against mine. His tongue slipped between my lips, and I could taste the coffee and bourbon in his mouth. My leg instinctively lifted and wrapped around him, drawing him in closer with an urgency. His bulge pressed against me—teasing me with what he had in store for me.
As our mouths collided again and again, with his tongue rolling over mind, his hands kneaded into my thighs and hiked my skirt up with them as they went—giving him full access to the bare skin that was hidden underneath. And did he ever take advantage. I had never felt so desired through nothing more than the touch of two hands on my body. He left me with no room to mistake how badly he wanted me…which made the fifteen-year-old me inside want to cry out with pride.
Current day twenty-five-year-old me did cry out, but it was muffled against his kiss. My god, this was finally happening. My fantasy was finally coming true. I would have pinched myself, but Jordan’s tight, clenching grip was doing enough of that for both of us.
“Fuck, I was trying so hard not to give into this,” he growled against my lips.
“But you want it,” I murmured. “And so do I.”
I kissed him with a fervor that would leave no question as to just how much I wanted him or this.
“I don’t want it,” he sighed. “I need it. Now.”
The growl in his voice pulled a whimper from my lips as our kiss somehow deepened…even though I didn’t think that was possible. This was what I had been missing.
Our bodies fumbled from the wall to the table until I felt my feet lift off the ground. His muscular arms handled the weight of my whole body like I was a feather, moving me exactly how he wanted me. I stretched back into the same position I had tried to seduce him with earlier, unsuccessfully. But was it ever working now. He shoved me back with his kiss, spreading my hands and arms out behind me to support my weight. His hands stayed trained to my thighs, but this time he urgently pushed them apart.
I started to feel dizzy as he kissed down the length of my body, popping buttons of my blouse open with his teeth as he went until my breasts were spread out before him with nothing but my bra between us. He flicked his tongue over the lace, letting me feel the heat of his breath against my sensitive, goosebumped skin.
He kept moving down and down until I felt the same sensation over the lace of my panties. His thumbs impatiently shoved the fabric aside and sucked me in, not even giving me a second to prepare myself for the shock that went shooting through me.
I had wanted this for too long, and the heat of the moment was far too strong. I felt like I was going to explode in his mouth in an instant.
Suddenly, it occurred to me that we were in his office. Surely he wouldn’t give into this here if there was a risk of getting caught…would he? But I didn’t exactly leave him much of a choice.
I bite my lip to try and hold back my desperate cries anyway, just in case a cleaning lady or two was still lurking around the mostly dark building.
He spread one hand across my chest and mumbled in between my legs, letting me feel the vibrations of his words against me. “Let go. Now.”
As if he had some kind of remote control to my body, the orgasm went shooting through me with a fury. I shuttered against him, gasping for air until the feeling slowly waned.
Without a moment to recover, he slid his fingers inside of me and felt the aftershock of his job well done. My muscles convulsed and tightened, while our free hands set to work on the rest of our clothes. It was too hot
for clothes, and my concern for whoever might catch us had vanished.
I blindly fumbled for his belt and zipper until I felt the soft skin of his throbbing hardness spill out into my hand. As I wrapped my grip around it, sizing up the girth which was far more than I had ever imagined…I hesitated for a moment, unable to hide how impressed I was. All those years of fantasies suddenly had to be recalculated…for the better.
I shoved him back and slid off the table, dropping down in front of him on my knees. I opened my mouth, eager and wide, and looked up at him with a spark in my eyes.
He smiled down at me as I wrapped my lips around his tip and slowly sucked in the length of him, which was a challenge to take. It only made me more eager to feel him inside of me.
It was the worst moment for Drew to pop into my head, but he did. I had never cheated on anyone in my life. But I couldn’t stop the comparison. I loathed giving blow jobs to the man waiting for me at home. But this? This I felt like I could do forever.
I relished in his taste and the pride I felt with the drip of precum that hit the back of my tongue. He grabbed my hair and tilted my head back, forcing me to look up at him with each push and pull of my mouth. I loved the energy that still crackled between us with nothing more than the look in our eyes. This was way too much fun.
I could tell by the way he shuddered inside of my mouth that he could have cum just as quickly as I did, but neither of us wanted that. We agreed this would only happen once, which meant we had to make the most of it.
He reluctantly pulled out of my mouth and spun me around. Normally, I liked to be the one in charge with sex. But being manhandled by Jordan Ashford was a pleasurable thrill I had never known before.
I knowingly bent over in front of him, pushing my ass up against him with my skirt still hugging me tight—all bunched up above my hips. He let the skirt stay, but the panties had to go. He yanked them down like they were the bane of his existence. But once I was spread out in front of him, giving him a glorious view of everything from behind…he hesitated.