Mesmerized

by Sahara Kelly

  As her breathing calmed, she sighed and leaned against his chest. He tried to calm his own breathing and find a way of disentangling her shapely leg from around his hip. Truthfully, he didn’t want to separate from her, but he knew he would have to soon before the condom leaked.

  She kissed his chest and he took his cue to help her down and away from his cock.

  Her hand trailed from his chest and then around to his ass, lightly squeezing before she stepped away, into the darkened room.

  Was that an invitation for more?

  He slid his feet out of his shoes, stepped out of his pants then walked into the bathroom to deal with the used condom. He only ever had the one condom with him in case of emergency. How the hell was he supposed to know that Elaine might constitute more than one emergency in the same night?

  Then again, there were so many other things he could do to her without needing another condom.

  He left the bathroom and walked into the main room. She’d turned on the lights, and he stopped dead at the sight in front of him. Elaine had stripped naked, and was bent over, rummaging through her suitcase. Her firm round ass beckoned him to fuck her again. Streaks of wet arousal stained her thighs and he stared in fascination at her pussy lips, still wide open from their recent fuck. He swallowed hard as he watched her perfectly round breasts sway back and forth as her hands sought the contents of some small zippered pouch. His cock set a new personal record for quick erection.

  She rose and turned to face him. Seductive eyes scanned him from head to toe, the look of lust on her face assuring him that she liked what she saw. She held up her hand, triumphantly displaying an unopened box of condoms.

  Hell, yes!

  She ripped open the box and pulled them all out. “Thank God for my emergency kit. Never thought I’d have such a good reason to use it, though.”

  The condoms spilled onto the bed as he claimed her. His mouth sought her breasts immediately—needing to know the taste of them against his tongue. And then he saw it again. The perfect little freckle that had teased him earlier, gracing the curve of her right breast. Leaning in, he swiped his tongue across it, then nibbled on her flesh. He could dine on her luscious flavor all night.

  Elaine’s fingers ran through his hair, holding him against her chest. She made sweet little mewling sounds that turned him on even more. He moved his attentions to her nipple and as he sucked and licked one, his hand cupped her other breast and kneaded it. She moaned, arching into his touch. Her breasts alone could fulfill many of his fantasies.

  Her hands slid over his shoulders, tugging on his shirt, ripping the fabric down his arms. He liked her aggressive style of disrobing him. The heat between them continued to rise as she wrapped one hand around his shoulder, holding him tight to her breasts. The fingers of her other hand teased across his chest, then sought lower until she grasped his cock. Red-hot need burned through him as she stroked her hand up and down his length. He groaned and she chuckled, ever so slightly tightening her grip. He couldn’t help but thrust himself in time with her stroking. Damn. If she kept that up, he was going to come before even getting inside of her.

  With lightning speed, his hands rushed down from her amazing breasts and crashed onto her ass. He cupped it firmly in both hands, pulling her closer. His cock brushed against her stomach as she worked his complete length. What an amazing body Elaine had. He could easily fuck her day in and day out.

  He gritted his teeth to keep from demanding she take him back in hand as she pulled away to reach for a condom. “I need you now. Inside of me. Now, Mark.” She unrolled the condom over his shaft. He lifted her up, then sat down on the corner of the bed, her body now straddling his.

  His cock slid inside her as though it knew it was meant to be there, her cunt a tight velvet glove as she rode him hard and furious. Her hands ran through his hair, down his body and to his thighs before she reached one hand for his sac. He almost came as she rolled his testicles in her palm, still not breaking her rhythm. She moaned and screamed out as he tilted his hips to match each downward thrust of her body. Claiming her breasts with his teeth, he bit the swollen nubs, making her scream out even harder. Her pussy clenched even tighter around his cock in response.

  His hands smoothed over her ass, sliding between her cheeks, just lightly pressing there, testing her willingness. She screamed out and slammed down even harder on him. She would take whatever he had to give.

  Right there on the edge of heaven, he licked his way up to her neck, tasting the salt of her body, wanting to taste all of her completely. Then her lips found his and darting tongues mated. Deep moans combined as their bodies found release in each other.

  Chapter Two

  Friday

  Elaine didn’t even need to open her eyes to know that Mark was no longer there. It could have been the fact that his cock was no longer inside of her—which is how he’d spent most of his night—that clued her in to his absence.

  But it wasn’t just that. Even in her sleep she’d missed his presence.

  Elaine opened her eyes, blearily focusing on the alarm clock on the nightstand.

  Oh my God no! I can’t be late!

  Tossing back the covers, she propelled herself out of bed. The phone rang as she landed on one of her fancy heeled shoes from last night, further adding to her discombobulation. She grabbed for the phone, falling back on the bed, cradling her bruised foot.

  “Ow! Shit! Hello?”

  “Elaine, you okay?” Mark’s voice radiated concern through the wires.

  Oh lord, just hearing his voice had her panting and ready. After their marathon session last night she’d expected her lust for him to at least partially diminish.

  Ha! If he were to come knocking on her door right now she’d tackle him to the ground and…

  She shook her head. Not now. There wasn’t time right now to even fantasize about Mark, let alone do anything about it.

  “I’m fine. Just running late. Why didn’t you wake me when you left? I’m barely going to make it down there in time for the show to start. And I’d wanted to get there early to make sure everything was running smoothly.” Keeping the phone clamped between shoulder and ear, she dug through the suitcase still on the floor next to her bed. Panties, bra, nylons…

  “If I’d woken you, I wouldn’t have left.” His voice was deep and husky.

  Elaine froze in her haphazard search through her suitcase. Had he just said what she thought he’d said? Her body had heard what her mind was still trying to assimilate, her nipples growing tight, an ache beginning low in her belly.

  Not now. She couldn’t. Greenlight was her only priority.

  “Mark, I’ve got to get in the shower. I’ll be downstairs in thirty minutes. I promise, I’m not usually this lackadaisical about my job.”

  The line was quiet for an instant longer than it should have been. Long enough for Elaine to realize she was coming across as a bitch.

  “Elaine—“

  “Mark—“

  They spoke at the same time and then both quieted. Elaine sighed, sinking to the bed, cradling the phone close. “Mark, thank you. I—I’ll see you in a few.”

  “Greenlight will go like gangbusters, Elaine. See you downstairs.”

  The line went dead in her hand. Elaine returned it to the cradle and began to get ready. She’d been prepared for the premiere of Greenlight for months, had even looked forward to it.

  Now she dreaded it, unsure how she’d handle spending the day with the one man she couldn’t resist.

  * * * * *

  Larry approached her as soon as she stepped onto the carpet of the chaotic booth. “Elaine, nothing’s working. How are we supposed to sell this thing if it doesn’t work?”

  Elaine pushed past Larry, into the booth and toward the computer terminals. Dammit! She should have checked this out last night, or gotten here early or…

  “Bryan, check the back on tower two. Is it plugged in? It’s still not coming up,” Mark called out from where he was be
nt around one of the stations. His fine ass was on display again in those dress pants like yesterday at the airport when her attention was first stolen by him. She forced her gaze from his ass and focused in on the problem computer.

  “Which is it? The terminals aren’t coming on or Greenlight won’t come up?” Elaine asked as she punched a few keys on the computer, trying to bring up the Greenlight homepage. Frustration filled her. Today was not the day to look like an incompetent buffoon.

  “Well, of the four, three are on and the fourth is dead. And the three that are on won’t bring up the Greenlight homepage.” Mark stood up and moved next to where she was working.

  “Not even from the server?” The doors were supposed to open in five minutes. Elaine just shook her head. She shouldn’t have messed around…literally. Focus. On Greenlight. That’s what she was here for. It was her future, her company’s future. And she might just have screwed things up by not being her usual anal self and checking everything in triplicate.

  “It’ll work from the server, but there’s no contact outside.”

  “Great. And we’ll look like jackasses having performance problems. We have to get on the net.” Elaine headed straight for the booth’s central room.

  “You going to recheck connections? When I got here, the server had crashed. It rebooted just fine, but maybe something’s up with the router. Could you unplug and replug both the router and the server? Maybe that’ll help.” Mark followed her into the central room.

  Sure enough. The router was plugged in, but the main line to the internet wasn’t pushed all the way in. She shoved it in and all the little lights blinked accordingly. Getting closer. She looked over at Mark who’d been watching as she bent over. For a moment they just stared at each other, and she knew they were both thinking about all the times they’d fucked last night. They’d been insatiable. Hell with that, she still wanted him.

  He winked and smiled, then turned to holler through the door. “Jack, Bryan…try it now. Are we good yet?”

  “Like magic, Mark. Thanks,” Bryan called out.

  Elaine followed Mark out of the room. “You said the other one wasn’t coming on at all.” She knew she could eventually figure out this problem on her own, but having Mark’s help would speed up the process. Not to mention having him around was high on her list of likes. “When’s your first meeting?”

  “In a half hour.” Mark headed straight for the downed terminal. Bryan, Tom and Larry were each on the three good terminals, making sure all the sales files were in order.

  “Doors are open. Let’s make this happen.” Elaine pulled the tower from underneath the workstation podium and checked all the connections. They were all good. “We have to trace it. Do you know where they pulled power from?”

  Mark leaned down next to a potted plant by the literature caddy. “Right here.” He flipped the power strip switch to the “on” position. “I asked Larry to check if it was plugged in to the power strip. I didn’t think I needed to ask if it was turned on. Damn, I feel like such an idiot. I guess maybe when they vacuumed the booth or something, they hit the switch.”

  “Maybe, but don’t take time out to feel stupid yet…we still have a problem. This machine’s not even on the network.” She shook her head as she clicked the mouse through the appropriate windows.

  Mark immediately crawled underneath the podium right next to her leg. Even through the turmoil her mind was in, she flashed back to last night and how good it felt with his body next to hers. She inched her leg toward him just so he’d rub against it a little more when he got up.

  He crawled backward, the entire length of his body brushing along her leg before he stood up. A simple touch that had her flesh aching for more of that physical connection.

  Mark now stood a hair’s breath away from her, his eyes focused on her. She wanted to lean into him, knock him over onto the floor and go for it. She couldn’t stop the desire to have him close to her…inside of her. Instead she calmly returned his stare.

  He grinned, his eyes lighting up mischievously, making her wonder if he was sharing her deviant thoughts. “Well, it’s plugged in nice and tight down there. I guess we’ll have to trace it all the way to the server.”

  “Screw tracing it. Let’s just run another wire.” Elaine purposely brushed her breasts against his arm as she turned toward the central room. She was a glutton for punishment, or at least sexual torture.

  Once in the central room, she dug around the mostly empty boxes. There was promo stuff and literature everywhere, but one box had to have the spare cables.

  Mark joined her search and had more luck than she did. “Got it. We’re back in the game. Found a good one mixed with the miscellaneous unnecessary miles of USB cables.”

  They set about running it from the terminal to the server. The only way to run it was up through part of the overhead trussing on the booth. She tossed and twisted the wire, but it just wouldn’t stay. He tried the same, but the truss was just too far out of reach.

  “Give me a lift.” She hated to ask, but there weren’t any ladders or chairs close by…and she couldn’t help but want his hands on her again. Hell, his fingers had been in her just hours ago. And TwinkleToes was a master at lifting women in the air.

  With a big grin, he put his hands on her hips and boosted her into the air. Last night, he’d always thrust himself deep inside of her after lifting her. Too bad they weren’t alone on the expo floor.

  She ignored the continuous heat his touch evoked in her and expertly twisted the cord through the trussing. When he set her down she had to restrain herself from grabbing his tie like a leash and pulling him to her. Dammit. Why did he have to be her boss? And why the hell couldn’t she just forget about last night and move on?

  He quickly routed the cord through a break in the booth panels and into the central room. “I’m going to ummm…go plug it into the server. You see if you can get it to come up now.” He walked into the central room.

  She vigorously typed, clicking all the necessary commands, then went directly into the central room after him. “Thanks, Mark. It’s up and running just fine.”

  “Are you sure? Go back and check. I hardly got it plugged in and I can’t exactly go back out there yet.” Mark was turned away from her, shuffling some catalogs back into a box.

  Elaine moved behind him. “What? Why? Once you plugged in, it saw the network and was happy again.” She stepped up next to him and he spun around to face her. Suddenly the heat in the central room shot off the scale. His amazing non-computer equipment strained his pants, reminding her just how happy she was last night when she saw his umm…network.

  He took a deep, ragged breath. “See what you do to me, Elaine? I need to calm down a bit before I go to my first meeting of the day…in about five minutes. Could you just humor me, please and go check? If you stay near me the only way this is going to subside is if I can thrust myself inside of you until I’m sated…and we both know that will take longer than the five minutes I have. There’s a lot of advance buzz about Greenlight and I’m booked solid all day with people interested in our capabilities. You’ve done a damn good job.” He paused, taking another deep breath, then locked his intense gaze with hers. “You’re an amazing woman, Elaine.”

  Elaine was stunned, could barely catch her breath. She understood the need, desire and want in his eyes. But it was more than that, more than a basic physical connection. And even in her emotionally jumbled mind, she knew it too. She managed a small smile. “Okay…I’ll go check.” She felt his gaze hot on her back as she walked out of the room.

  Mark came out three minutes later, a look of mild frustration on his face. Elaine couldn’t blame him. She was still fighting her body for control as well.

  Elaine forced a smile for him. “Everything’s good now. Maybe some day the guys will be as good at troubleshooting as they are at selling. If you hear that a booth caught on fire or something, don’t worry. Just get back here as soon as you can.” He chuckled and shook his he
ad, put on his suit jacket, picked up his briefcase and walked out of the booth.

  The day sped by as Elaine did what she’d planned for months, and sold the hell out of her project. But no matter how busy she was, a part of her never stopped thinking about Mark.

  * * * * *

  Hot water flowed over Elaine’s head as she almost violently scrubbed at her scalp, wishing that like Mitzi Gaynor in South Pacific, she could wash a man right out of her hair.

  All day long the man had plagued her thoughts. What was going on between them? What should she do about it? Would there ever be anything more?

  The only answer she’d come up with for that last question was a resounding no. Relationships with co-workers had too much potential to end badly. No matter what happened between the two of them this weekend, when they returned to Los Angeles, all had to be forgotten.

  She’d managed to sell the hell out of Greenlight, surpassing even her best expectations of first day success. But it wasn’t difficult to sell a product that with its ease of use could essentially sell itself.

  When Mark had returned to the Greenlight booth two hours before the end of the show, they’d gone through the expo guidebook to make sure there weren’t any potential clients that Mark didn’t have meetings with. He’d shared his successes, but had remained very professional in his attentions toward her.

  Then Mark had grabbed his belongings, mumbled something about an appointment that would keep him from returning to the booth that day, and left. Elaine had suffered a pang of regret as he’d walked away, even though she knew it was for the best.

  Larry had of course asked her to dinner—which she knew would have led to him trying to have dessert with her in his bed. She’d politely but firmly declined the offer, giving the old headache excuse. Bryan and Tom had said something about catching a movie and Jack had taken off as soon as the expo closed.