by Madison, Mia
Ian: Then like I said, it’s ladies’ choice. But don’t take all day—you have a job to do.
He added a little winking face after that, and I grinned as I put down the phone. He was right, but I knew my job performance wasn’t what he was concerned with. This was just his way of adding a bit more spice to our game by making me hurry.
Well, I could add spice to our games, too.
I chose a flower tattoo that had swirls surrounding it. After reading the instructions, I lifted my shirt and positioned it on the smooth skin of my stomach to the left of my belly button. Then I held it in place for a full minute before easing the backing off.
The design stayed on, and I kind of liked it. I didn’t have any real tattoos, but this one near my navel made me feel sexy. And it was following the rules, too, because I did want Ian to touch me there. But then after he did that, I wanted him to touch me many other places, as well.
It took three tries to get a decent picture of it. I zoomed in to get a closeup, but I still had to crop the edges with the editing tools on my phone. Then, still sitting on a bench in the locker room, I sent it to Ian.
His response was immediate. Damn, that looks good. Where is it?
Me: On my body.
Ian: I meant where on your body?
Me: Somewhere I’d like you to touch.
Ian: Is it your thigh? Your upper arm? Your ass?
Me: Wouldn’t you like to know?
Ian: Hell yes, I would. But I’m starting to think that you’re not going to tell me.
Me: You said it was ladies’ choice. And my choice is to keep you guessing.
Ian: Well played, you little brat. But the game’s not over—not by a long shot.
Smiling, I climbed the stairs back to the office.
9
Ian
Thanks so Sierra, I’d spent half of last night wondering where she had put the tattoo. The picture gave away nothing, just the black design over smooth, creamy skin. It could’ve been the small of her back, but that would’ve been hard for her to snap a picture. Same deal with her sweet ass.
Maybe her thigh? Stomach? Somewhere in between? I couldn’t stop looking at the picture and wondering. But one thing was certain—no matter where it was, it was a place I wanted to touch. And lick.
Sipping coffee at my desk, I reluctantly put the phone away. There was work to do. But I needed to pay Sierra back for the torment she’d put me through with the mysterious picture. I decided to leave something in the locker for her this morning rather than in the afternoon.
I texted her a little before ten. Good morning. I hope you slept well. Did the tattoo rub off of your thigh while you slept?
Sierra: Morning. And nice try.
Me: Your stomach? Your ass?
Sierra: I’m not going to tell you.
Me: Then why don’t you show me?
Sierra: Yeah, that’s not going to happen either.
Me: Spoilsport. Just for that, I want you to go down and get the thing I left in the locker. Get it now, but don’t use it until this afternoon.
Sierra: Use it???
I chuckled. No doubt she was expecting the worst, perhaps some kind of porn-star-sized sex toy. Text me after you get back to your desk and I’ll explain more.
Sierra: You’re the boss.
She was silent after that, so I assumed she’d gone down to get the present.
A few minutes later, she texted again. Thank you.
Me: You didn’t use it yet, did you?
Sierra: No, but I opened the cap. It’s lovely.
I’d gotten her a bottle of perfume. Personally, I didn’t know one fragrance from another, but when the woman in the boutique sprayed that one, the scent had been a combination of sweetness and spice. It seemed like it would suit Sierra well.
Me: At one o’clock, I want you to put some of that on. At one-thirty, I’ll stop by your desk.
Sierra: You’re coming here???
Me: Yes.
Sierra: But… what will people think?
Me: They’ll think that the CEO is checking how his newest employee is doing.
Sierra: You’ll be good, right? There are people all around.
Me: I’m well aware of that—it’s my company. Enjoy the new perfume and I’ll see you at one-thirty.
There was a long pause before she responded. See you then.
* * *
“Liz, how are you? And hey Carl, good job on that presentation last week with Susan. Please let her know it went really well. Brett, hey, how’s it going? Rita, thanks for getting that report back to me so quickly.”
I’d intended to make it to Sierra’s desk by half-past one, but I kept getting caught up in conversations. Still, I was only a few minutes late by the time I reached her.
She smiled as I approached. Her long blonde hair was loose except for the strands tucked behind her ears. She wore a thin, silky blouse in a soft lavender color.
I spoke loudly for the benefit of those around us. “Miss. Hobbs, our newest employee. How’s it going?”
“Everything’s going well, Mr. Callahan. The team’s great. Liz, especially, has been showing me the ropes.”
“No one better,” I said. “And please, call me Ian.”
She grinned at that. We were well beyond a first name basis, but my other employees didn’t need to know that. “And I’m Sierra.”
“So, Sierra, why don’t you show me what you’ve been working on?”
“Of course, Sir. I mean Ian.”
Hmm… sir. I kind of liked the way that sounded coming from her lips.
“I’ve been helping with the copy for some new pages of the client’s website…” Her voice trailed off when I put my hand on the back of her desk chair. I leaned in, as if looking at her screen, but instead, I took a deep breath.
God, that perfume was perfect for her. Not too strong, not too soft. Just pure spice that matched her own warm scent. What I wouldn’t give if we were alone and that were the only thing she was wearing.
“And this page is new, too.” Sierra’s voice was steady, but her body wasn’t. I moved my hand up from the chair, tracing over her back lightly, parting her hair until I reached the back of her neck. She leaned into my touch, her body trembling slightly.
For several long moments we kept up the charade, my asking questions, her answering them. At all times, we had that one point of contact, that one touch. I rubbed my thumb in circles over the back of her neck and I could all but hear her purring. I stared at her screen as I leaned over her. The heat from her body was driving me mad.
And her hair—it was just as soft and spectacular as I’d imagined. It fanned out over my hand, covering my fingers as I stroked the back of her scalp and neck.
But I knew I couldn’t stay much longer. Every so often, someone would look over. I could only feign interest in the newest employee’s work for so long.
With a sigh, I withdrew my hand slowly, letting her blonde tresses flow through my fingers. She leaned back as if wanting a few more seconds of contact. “Very impressive, Sierra.” And when I forced myself to concentrate on work matters, I realized that it really was. She was fitting in well here—at least when I wasn’t distracting her.
“Thank you, Ian,” she said, and then I didn’t have an excuse to stay any longer.
“Keep up the good work,” I said.
Minutes later, I was back in my office.
Me: That perfume smells amazing on you.
Sierra: Not as good as your hand felt on my neck. Do you think anyone noticed?
Me: I don’t think so. I was keeping an eye out.
Sierra: Good, because my eyes kept closing.
That made me grin. The thought of her so content from my touch that she closed her eyes was a delicious one. Still, perhaps it hadn’t been the wisest course of action.
Me: We probably shouldn’t risk something like that again.
She made a little frownie face followed by: I guess not. I was kind of torn the whole time.
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Me: What do you mean?
Sierra: Half of me thought you should stop—just because there were others around, not because I wanted you to. And half of me wanted you to do more.
Me: More?
Sierra: Well, you were behind me, and the wall was behind us. I don’t think people could see what you were up to very well. I kept wondering if you were going to touch me with your other hand.
My cock twitched as I thought about that. She’d surprised me. Usually, I was the one who wanted to push things too far, but it appeared I’d met my match with Miss. Hobbs. Her dirty mind matched my own. I should’ve laid you across the desk and torn off your clothes until I found the tattoo.
Sierra: No offense, but that would’ve been more interesting than these client files.
That made me laugh. She sure was keeping me on my toes. Maybe it was time for me to move the game up a level.
Me: Are you saying I was too tame? ‘Cuz that’s not something I’m usually accused of.
Sierra: Maybe. She sent an emoji of a little yellow smiley face with its tongue sticking out. Oh, she was in for it now.
Me: Tough talk. But how do I know you’re as fearless as you claim to be?
Sierra: Try me.
I’d been hoping she’d say that. Okay, here’s the deal. In five minutes, you’ll go down and put something in the locker for me. In ten minutes, I’ll get it and text you back.
Sierra: Okay. What am I supposed to leave down there?
Me: Your panties.
10
Sierra
It felt like everyone was staring when I re-entered the office suite. Could they tell I wasn’t wearing panties? Hopefully not. I’d worn pants today, something Ian would’ve no doubt seen when he was leaning over me before.
Still, I was hypersensitive of every step I took. And of the way the fabric of my slacks moved over my bare hips and backside.
All of that was on top of the lingering sensation of Ian stroking my neck and squeezing handfuls of my hair before. It had felt so good I’d barely been able to form coherent sentences.
Back at my desk, I crossed my legs, squeezing my thighs together and waited. Ian’s text came a few minutes later.
Ian: I never knew white lace could be so sexy.
I blushed. The panties I’d worn today had a been a bit on the virginal side, but still, I’d thought he would like them. They were basically a triangle in front and back with thin straps connecting the two pieces.
Ian: I’d give anything to see these on you.
Me: But wouldn’t you just take them off me again?
Ian: No… I’d rip them off.
Mmm, that thought would’ve made my panties dampen—if I’d still been wearing them. But I couldn’t let Ian know how turned on I was. That wasn’t how this game worked. Don’t do that, it’s part of a set.
Ian: So? It’s not like you’re getting these back… unless you earn them.
My heart rate quickened as that sexy taunt settled somewhere deep inside making my core grow warmer. But then I thought about it for a moment longer. How come I have to earn them? I did what you asked, I left my panties there. Shouldn’t it be your move this time?
Ian: Touché.
My smile was triumphant. I loved being able to call him out on things. So what’s the next step, boss?
Ian: I’m thinking.
Me: And here I thought you were good at this.
Ian: Don’t tempt me into using that ruler from the other day.
Ooo… I liked the sound of that.
Ian: Check the locker at 3:30.
Sierra: And then?
Ian: There’ll be instructions inside.
Sierra: I can’t wait.
At three-twenty, I couldn’t sit still any longer. I went to the break room ostentatiously to make tea, but it was more so that I could pace back and forth with nervous energy. I didn’t know what Ian had left for me in the locker, but it was clear our little game was escalating. I wanted to know so badly what his next move was, but I made myself sip the tea and stay in the break room until it was time.
Then I all but raced down the stairs—a strange sensation since my slacks were rubbing against bare skin. Being without my panties made me feel sexy and wicked and half a dozen other emotions rolled up into one.
I threw the lights on in the locker room and went straight for number seventeen. Inside was a small piece of paper, folded once. On it were just two words: Turn around.
My muscles froze as my senses reached out, trying to figure out if he was here. Then I heard a footstep and felt heat at my back. A large hand touched my back and glided up to my neck, just like before at my desk.
Warm breath caressed my ear. “You didn’t do what the note said.”
Trembling, I leaned back into his touch, all but purring like a cat. “I know,” I whispered.
“That’s okay,” Ian said, his voice a soft rumble that seemed to enter my ears and turn into shivers of delight. “I could use a do-over, especially since you said you were disappointed I only used one hand before.” I tensed, waiting, dying to know what he was going to touch next.
When his other hand settled on my hip, I moaned, pressing against his strong fingers.
“Nice,” he murmured, rubbing his hands up and down my hip. “So smooth without any panties underneath.”
His soft touch was driving me crazy, and suddenly, I wanted more. I whirled around, so fast that he took a step back to keep me from crashing into him. For a moment, we just stared into each other’s eyes. It turned me on that I had to tilt my head to see him. He was so tall and strong, and I wanted to feel every inch of him.
At the same time, we reached for each other, and our lips met. My eyes closed as he covered my mouth with his.
God, had a kiss ever felt this good? Certainly none had ever felt this urgent. It felt like I needed to touch every part of him all at once. If this was a game, then it was time to sprint to the finish line.
Evidently, he felt the same way. When I crossed my wrists behind his head, he reached down and cupped my ass. A second later, he lifted me off the ground.
My involuntary shriek didn’t stop his insistent kiss, and when he took a step back, I wrapped my legs around his hips, totally supported by him… and totally lost in his kiss.
I ground myself against the hard bulge in his pants as he moved us across the room. He pressed me against the opposite wall, and I moaned as he kissed his way to my throat. My back arched, my hair flowed in every direction, but that didn’t stop his talented mouth from ravishing my neck.
“God, Ian, don’t stop,” I moaned, my voice a throaty growl.
“Wasn’t planning to,” he rasped against my heated skin. His hands were stroking my thighs as he pressed himself against my center. Heat from his body nearly scorched mine, or maybe that was my own heat. I wanted him so badly. “Where’s the tattoo?” he growled against my ear.
“Squashed in between us,” I whispered back. I freed up one hand and snaked it between our stomachs, intending to untuck my blouse and show him the little floral design. But with our bodies mashed together, I encountered his waistband instead. Suddenly, I was desperate to touch the flat abs I knew were under his shirt. Pulling blindly at the buttons, I tried to slide my fingers in between the gap of his shirt. It was no easy feat given that his lips were rendering me senseless.
For a moment, I was lost in the sensations of his ever-deepening kiss, but then I resumed my efforts. Tugging on his shirt, I tried to pull it out from where it was tucked into his pants. And then my hand slipped lower and I gasped against his mouth. For one searing moment, I’d felt heat as his cock twitched through the fabric against my hand.
Groaning, I pulled my hand back, unsure what to do. But his kiss was driving me out of my mind, and I plunged my hand back between us. I felt scalding heat again but then Ian pulled back, holding me around the waist and setting me down.
“Shit,” he said, breathing hard. “Let’s just take a moment. You’re the
sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.” His voice was full of desire, but he was still pulling away.
“Then why’d you stop kissing me?” I complained, looking up into his piercing eyes.
“Because it’s too soon,” he said, and then he swore again “I fucking hate to say that, but it is.”
“Says who?” I stepped forward, pressing my body against his.
“You’re not making this easy. I’m trying to do the right thing—something that definitely doesn’t come naturally to me. But we just touched for the very first time an hour ago. To go from that to this is too fast.”
“Why?”
“For one thing, aren’t you just coming off a bad breakup? I seem to remember getting a phone call about that.” Ian cocked an eyebrow as he looked down at me. He was still breathing heavily, and a quick glance downward showed that he was still hard.
“Forget him,” I said. “I have.” It wasn’t entirely true, but I certainly wasn’t thinking about Joe right now.
“I want this, Sierra. I want you. But let’s do this the right way. Let’s wait, just a little. Just enough so that the lust fades and we can think clearly and see if this is what we both really want.”
“You’re instituting a waiting period? I’m not trying to buy a gun.”
“Just twenty-four hours. You go home and think about it. Think about me. And if you still want to do this, meet me back here this time tomorrow.”
I opened my mouth to object, and he silenced me with another kiss. This one was just as amazing as the first had been. His hand plunged into my hair, tugging softly as he ravished my mouth. I melted against him and clung to him. I still wanted him more than ever, but maybe he was right. It was just twenty-four hours. I could wait that long—or at least I thought I could.
Finally, he broke the kiss. “Think carefully tonight, okay?”
“I will,” I promised.
“Text me tomorrow. Whatever you decide is okay.” His words were neutral, but I could see that he wanted me as much as I wanted him. The only reason he’d hesitated was because he was trying to do right by me.