How could he convince her to give them a chance?
He realized that a plan had already been forming in his mind - taking root slowly without him even aware that it was there. He couldn’t work in same office as her; it would be impossible. So, he’d transfer her to another department. Then he would be free to pursue a real relationship with her.
Then it hit him like a bolt of lightning. He inhaled with shock. He intended to marry her.
He let that settle for a few minutes. It was a new crazy thought, but he didn’t feel the squeeze of panic. It felt right. In fact, it made his insides warm like a splash of the finest brandy.
It was then, basking in this new wondrous thought, that something told him she had awoken. She hadn’t moved, but he could just tell. He lay still, but a few minutes later, he felt a slight movement from her. Inch by inch, he could feel her secretly trying to creep away.
He smiled to himself. He could almost hear the panic running through her head right now, but he wasn’t worried about persuading her. He’d been privy to her innermost thoughts via Corporate Secrets. He read the book and the way her body responded to him, told him everything he needed to know. Lilliana was his; she just didn’t know it yet.
Just as she was about to get away, he pulled her back. He’d mumbled a few words to settle her down, hoping to give her some time to get used to being next to him. There was no way he was going to let her escape and put distance between them. He thought he’d let her drift back to sleep, but that flew out the window when he felt her nipple hardening into a taut bud underneath the hand he had strategically placed there.
Fuck, it was his undoing.
Before he could stop himself, his hands were gliding over her body, which instantly responded like they didn’t just have sex all night. He was immediately caught up in a frenzy of need that he could barely comprehend.
She was all soft and compliant under him, innocent yet alluring with her mouth-watering curves. His brain was screaming for him to slow this down, that this would be the last time they made love before they departed for Boston, and he wanted to make sure it was extra special.
Instead, within minutes, he was rolling on a condom while she pleaded with him to hurry. He made sure she was nice and wet before he plunged into her tight pussy, but he saw her wince.
“Are you okay? Did I hurt you?”
She looked embarrassed. “I’m a little… a little bit sore from last night.”
He froze and pulled back. “Lilliana, I’m so sorry-”
Her eyes held a challenge and her hips rose up to meet him. “If you stop what you’re doing to me right now, I’m going to kill you.”
He didn’t stop, but he proceeded slowly, so that when things finally came to a climax, the payoff was sweeter for it.
After he had disposed of the condom, he turned to her. She had the sheets pulled up covering her luscious body and she looked nervous. Her hair was a knotty mess and her eye makeup from the night before was slightly smeared. He took in her sight and realized that he couldn’t love her more than he did right then.
“Jason, this is… this is…” she couldn’t finish.
He glanced at the clock. “When is your flight home?”
“Noon.”
He sat on the edge of the bed and grabbed her foot, which was sticking out of the covers. “How about I order some breakfast for us and then we’ll talk?”
“Okay,” she agreed.
He casually rubbed her instep and smiled when she didn’t pull away. “What would you like to have to eat?”
“Scrambled eggs and bacon, and some fresh fruit, please. Oh, and coffee.”
He raised an eyebrow. “I see you’ve worked up quite an appetite.”
She blushed prettily, just as he knew she would.
She watched him warily as he picked up the phone and ordered them both breakfast. When he hung up, he turned to her and smiled devilishly.
“Now, hop up onto my back, and we’ll go get cleaned up before breakfast gets here.”
Her eyes widened in shock. “What?”
He began pulling on her foot, dragging her slowly towards him. “You heard me. Let’s go.”
She grabbed at the stack of pillows, but they couldn’t keep her from sliding towards him. “I can walk!”
He didn’t let go of her foot. “You could. But what fun would that be?”
When she smiled, it lit up the whole room. He was slowly breaking through her defenses. She sat up and positioned herself behind him, before wrapping her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist.
“Hold on.” He easily picked her up and made his way toward the bathroom. He had to stop thinking about how her breasts were crushed up against him or how her pussy was pressed into the small of his back. Already, he was feeling his dick stirring in response.
They took turns using the toilet, which luckily was private with its own door, while the shower water heated up. Jason indicated that she should step into the shower and when he followed her into the large enclosure, her mouthed formed a surprised little ‘o’. He suppressed a laugh at how such a sexy temptress could be so damned innocent and uncalculating all at the same time.
Lilliana kept her back to him and he was content with that – for now. He watched in fascination as the rivulets of water poured over her skin and streamed down her back towards the sexy dimples in her ass. He studied her beautiful ass, solid and firm, with just the perfect amount of rounded flesh.
Watching her ass was getting him rock hard, so he took the shampoo bottle from her hands to distract his thoughts. He poured a small amount of it into his palm and began lathering it through her silky strands.
When he finished, she stepped under the warm spray of water to rinse her hair. His eyes feasted on her breasts as he opened the bottle of body wash and poured some into his hands. She backed out of the spray and he began washing her back with the vanilla-scented liquid.
He worked slowly and sensually, soaping up her supple skin. He knelt down to soap up each leg from her foot to her shapely calf and then all the way up to the top of her thigh. When he repeated it for the other leg, he heard her soft moan when his fingers got close to her sweet pussy, but he was careful not to touch her. Teasing her was much too fun. Then he took a handful of soap and ran the suds up and down her arms, over her shoulders and then across her belly. Although he imagined her hard nipples scraping against his palms, he scrupulously avoided her breasts. As he washed her, he noticed that she was subconsciously swaying into him, like there was a magnetic pull between them.
She broke the intense silence. “You may have missed a few spots.”
“Did I? Where?” He asked casually.
She squeezed a bit of soap onto her hands and lathered them. “Like, right here.”
She lathered the soapsuds all over her breasts and she did a very thorough job. She squeezed her tits together, bouncing them around lightly, as she spread the suds and then she started playing with her nipples. The throbbing in his cock was getting dangerously insistent.
“Oh, Jesus.” He groaned. “Here let me help you.”
She slapped his hands away playfully. “No, that’s okay. I’ve got it.”
Then her hands slid lower. When her fingers disappeared between her legs, he closed his eyes. He could hardly breathe anymore.
“Kiss me.” This time she was the one doing the demanding.
She didn’t have to ask twice. He pulled her tight against him, loving the feel of her soft slippery skin all over his body. Her breasts were crushed against his chest and her taut nipples felt as amazing as he knew they would. He was sure she could feel his rock hard cock pressing on her stomach, but she didn’t flinch.
He captured her mouth in a demanding kiss. The warm spray of water ran between their adjoined bodies, as he possessed her mouth with insistent exploration. She was intoxicating. Every little whimper and moan she made into his mouth nearly sent him over the edge.
She pulled away from him, but was s
taring up at him with eyes clouded with passion and kiss-swollen lips. She reached up and caressed the stubble on his face.
“Sorry, I haven’t shaved. It’s probably a little rough on your skin.”
“I love it. It’s so… sexy.” Even in the hot water, he could see her blush.
Jason wanted to kiss her again, kiss every inch of her body, but she smiled sassily and picked up the bottle of soap.
She poured some into her hands. “Now it’s my turn.”
For the next few minutes, he gritted his teeth while she rubbed the soap all over his body. He allowed her to explore his body even though it was torture; her hands glided over his chest, surveyed the muscles in his arms and slid through the ridges of his abs. She teased him mercilessly, her breasts constantly rubbing against his chest, as she washed him down.
Then, she knelt in front of him. Her mouth was only inches from his straining cock, but she pretended not to notice. Turn about was fair play. She soaped up his legs, mimicking almost identically what he had done to her moments before – creeping up slowly, but never touching where he wanted her most.
Still kneeling, she looked up at him and smiled, “There. All clean.”
He offered his hand to her so that she could stand up, but she didn’t. Instead, she slowly licked her lips.
He groaned when she reached for his cock. She started off slow, her tongue swirling around his sensitive tip, but soon she was taking him into her mouth and sucking. She slid her mouth around him and her soap-slickened hand at the base of his shaft worked in unison to leave him breathless. He had to brace his hands on the tile walls of the shower to hold himself steady, but he couldn’t rip his eyes away from watching her take his cock – it was a visual that he wanted to imprint on his brain forever.
He couldn’t hold on much longer. He was going to come. He tried to delicately pull her off, but she was not having any of it. Instead, she sucked on him harder and faster, while fondling his balls in her other hand. With each bob of her head, he came closer to heaven.
“Lilliana…” he warned, his voice sounding tortured.
She sucked his shaft and worked the head of his cock until he could barely restrain himself from plunging it down her throat. His groans grew tormented as the pressure mounted to unbelievable heights.
Hands buried in her hair, he spilled his seed into her mouth, reveling in the incredible feeling of release. She milked him until she got every last drop.
After she let him go and stood up, he slumped against the wall for a moment. It was all he could do to remain standing.
She pointed him to the shower door. “Let me finish up in here. I’ll be out in a few minutes.”
He left her to her business. He wrapped a towel around his waist and looked into the mirror above the sink. Holy fuck, that was good. He couldn’t get the goofy grin off his face. He felt like he was on cloud 9. He decided to skip shaving for the day. Hell, Lilliana thought it looked sexy.
He brushed his teeth and then left the bathroom in search of some clothes. Room service would be at the door any minute with their breakfast.
He dressed more casually then usual; he didn’t want Lilliana to see her ‘boss’ when she stepped out of the shower, but he couldn’t dress too inappropriately – he might run into employees later.
His phone vibrated indicating that he’d just received a text. He found his phone lying on the floor near the bed and turned the screen on. It was a text from Rina.
>Lily’s not answering the phone in her hotel room.
He frowned and typed in a quick reply.
So?
>She answered it yesterday.
He heard the water in the shower still running. He typed out a new reply.
Maybe she’s still sleeping? Maybe she had a really early flight home?
He waited nearly a minute before she answered.
>Maybe she’s in your room?
Damn right she was. Instead, he typed:
Mind your own business.
And then he shut off his phone.
The shower finally stopped as he finished getting dressed. He had to figure out what he was going to say to Lilliana at breakfast. He figured the truth was a good place to start. He had feelings for her and he wanted to explore those feelings in a relationship. An exclusive relationship. He’d have to gauge her reaction and see if it was the right time to bring up the job transfer, because he had a hunch that that might be a touchier situation.
He’d never felt so vulnerable with a woman in his life. He was nervous, but he wanted to get everything out in the open. He just couldn’t play games anymore. He needed her. But, he wouldn’t talk about the marriage part. Yet. He was smiling to himself like a fool again. He’d never felt so happy, so excited…so alive.
Jason had been with plenty of other women before and had done unimaginably sexy things with them. But never had he felt so emotionally attached. Something was vastly different with Lilliana. Something that he had been running from, but also seeking his entire life.
A loud banging knock sounded at the door, breaking up his maudlin thoughts. He grabbed a five dollar bill from his wallet to tip the room service waiter and headed to the door. His carefree smile was replaced by annoyance when he swung the door open.
It was Bill Travers, holding a file in his hand. “Kaine, I’m glad I caught you before you left. I tried calling, but I couldn’t get through. You’ve got to see this.”
“I don’t have time right now, Bill. Catch me back at the office.” He tried to shut the door, but Bill nimbly sidestepped the maneuver and strode into his hotel room.
He waved his hands excitedly. “It’s about Lily Collins. We’ve fucking got her! She was the leaker. She’s the one that’s been screwing us over all along.”
Jason’s eyes narrowed and his face grew red with anger. “What are you talking about? Lilliana’s not-”
Bill shoved the folder at him. “It’s all right here. Remember that trap we set up? Well, the bitch fell for it.”
He didn’t take the folder. He bit back his anger and retorted, “That’s not true. It can’t be. There must be some mistake.”
Bill snorted derisively. “I know you don’t want to believe it, Kaine, but it’s been obvious for a while now. She’s been fucking us royally. And, I can prove it. You and I were the only ones who knew about the fake numbers. And Collins, of course. I never even told Parrick at Principle One what the fake numbers would be. And look, right here in the papers Parrick just sent to me.” He jabbed the report into Jason’s chest. “They’re the fake numbers. They were leaked. It was Collins. There’s no doubt about it.”
Jason was reeling. It couldn’t be true. Lilliana wouldn’t do that to him. She wouldn’t betray him like that.
“No.” He opened the folder, but he couldn’t really focus on any of the information in there. Not when a sense of cold dread was washing over him.
Bill continued, “I talked to Triton personally this morning and rectified the situation with them, but the board is going to hear about this. I already called for an emergency meeting Monday morning. We’ve got to act on this fast.”
Things were spinning out of control. His life was spinning out of control. “You called a board meeting without talking to me first? I’m the goddamn chairman!”
“Not for long if we don’t get this under control, Kaine.” Bill lowered his voice. “With all the shit that’s been going down, the board’s been worried about your leadership. And frankly, I’m starting to worry too. Let’s face it, you’ve been fucking up.”
If Jason wasn’t so stunned by the accusations Bill was hurling, he would never have forgotten that Lilliana had just finished showering in his bathroom completely unaware of Bill’s presence. Despite the man pushing uninvited into his room, he normally would have ushered Bill out so damn fast, but he had been blind-sided.
It was a fatal mistake.
Not knowing the drama that was unfolding, Lilliana walked into the room wrapped in a towel. “Did bre
akfast arrive yet?”
The room was so quiet you could hear a pin drop. Lilliana froze in place, shock registering on her face. There was nothing Jason could do. The damage was done.
A contemptuous look of disgust crossed Bill’s face. “You’re fucking her?” he shouted angrily. “Jesus Christ, Kaine. I warned you to stay the fuck away from her. I warned you! Goddammit.”
He didn’t look at Lilliana, but he heard her agonized moan before she scurried back into the bedroom and shut the door. This was all like a bad nightmare.
“You dumb fuck. Letting her lead you around by the dick. She’s been fucking you over every which way! We lost billions because of that bitch.”
Fuck. Had it been Lilliana all along? The leaks did start when she began working for him. She had access to all the information. Fuck. Maybe she’d been playing him like a fiddle all along. Fuck. Maybe she’d wanted him to find the Corporate Secrets file. Christ, she’d left it right on her computer desktop. It wasn’t exactly hidden. Fuck. Maybe the innocent act was just that - an act. She’d seduced him when all along he thought he’d seduced her. Fuck. He’d been so enamored that he hadn’t even considered that the leaker could be her.
Fuck! No, there was no fucking way. She couldn’t fake the connection that was between them. Could she?
A sour feeling slivered into the pit of his stomach. It was like he’d just been sucker punched in the gut.
“She’s a goddamn whore.” The older man spat the ugly accusation.
“Shut your mouth, Travers.” Jason’s hands fisted at his sides. Once again, he wanted to punch the fucker.
“The proof is in the file. There’s no denying it.”
The hot rage he had felt moments ago was slowly seeping out of him. And it was leaving him cold. Very, very cold. “Leave.”
“You better fire her ass right now. The entire board will know about this by the end of the day. If you fire her, just maybe you’ll get through this. But, they’re going to have a hard time trusting your judgment. I’m not sure I can save you this time.” Bill shook his head sadly before retreating from the suite.
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