by Opal Carew
Slowly, he eased his finger from his mouth, keeping tight control of his body. He parted her folds with his thumbs, then glided to the hiding place of the special little bud. He drew apart the flesh, exposing her clitoris. He stared at it so long—taking in the lovely sight of it—that she started to squirm.
“Do you want me to do something?” he asked, dragging his gaze from the small button to her face.
“Yes, please.”
At his frown, she added, “Mr. Taylor.”
He rewarded her with a small lick across her bud. Her eyelids fell closed and she moaned.
“What do you want me to do?” He loved this. Her calling him Mr. Taylor. Her doing what he told her. Without argument.
She licked her lips. “I want you to… uh… Mr. Taylor, would you please…”
He took pity on her and covered her clit with his mouth. She moaned as his tongue toyed with her, dabbing and licking. Then he suckled softly and her moan deepened.
“Oh, please, Mr. Taylor. I want to feel you inside me.”
At her request, he pressed his finger to her opening and slid inside. He knew it wasn’t what she really wanted, but it would have to do. He slid a second finger inside and stroked her velvet passage.
“Oh, yes, that feels so good, but please… I want your cock—”
* * *
Rachel’s request died on her lips as he suckled her clit again. His fingers started to pump inside her and she squeezed around them. His mouth moved on her bud… suckling… licking… squeezing…
She arched. Loving what he was doing. Wanting more.
Pleasure coiled inside her… tightening into a spring ready to release…
His fingers stroked deeper, moving in a steady rhythm. She sucked in air, riding a rising wave. She arched against him, his mouth tight to her, his tongue cajoling her. Bombarding her with delightful sensations.
She clung to his head, threading her fingers through his waves of hair, pulling him tighter.
He curled his fingers, stroking the walls of her canal, and she felt a surge of pleasure. He suckled her button as he continued to stroke inside. Her body seemed to swell into an expansive state of bliss. Flowing and ebbing to another level of consciousness. Euphoria washed through her. She sucked in a breath, then wailed loud and long as her body shuddered in orgasm.
Then she… gushed. Liquid flooded from her in a wash of heat.
Still she moaned in ecstasy.
Finally, she slumped back on the bed, drained, but excruciatingly happy.
Until she remembered the flood of liquid.
She stared at him, her cheeks burning with embarrassment.
“Oh, my God. I’m so sorry. I’ve never—”
But his face beamed as his lips captured hers.
“What are you sorry for? I’ve never seen a woman ejaculate like that before. It was amazing.” His broad smile lit his face. “My God, you are so fucking sexy.”
* * *
King led her to the shower, still pumped about what had just happened. God, seeing that liquid flood from her…feeling it flow around his fingers in a wash of heat… had been the biggest turn on of his life. And her passage, already velvety soft, had felt like pure heaven.
He turned on the water and when the temperature was right, guided her under the spray. He picked up the small bar of soap and rubbed it until his hands were foamy, then he stroked over her silky skin. Her breasts filled his palms as he caressed them, then he glided down her stomach and between her legs, washing away the remains of her slickness.
Her gaze never left his as he soaped her body. Then she pressed close, wrapping her arms around him and their lips met. Her tongue pressed into his mouth and swirled. He backed her up against the tile wall and only sheer strength of will stopped him from driving his achingly hard cock right into her.
“Mr. Taylor,” she said in a low seductive voice. “Did you know that your cock is swollen thick and long, and it’s as hard as marble?”
Her fingers wrapped around him and he couldn’t find the strength to pull her hand away. She stroked him and he groaned. Fuck, he was on a hair trigger right now.
When she moved it toward her pussy, though, he found the strength to step back. But her gaze locked on his.
“Let me do something about it,” she murmured.
“I’m not going to fuck you, Rachel.”
“Okay. Then let me do this.”
She sank to her knees in front of him and wrapped her hands around his thick shaft. Then her lips brushed his tip and he groaned.
She opened and took him inside, her lips gliding down his cock slowly. Her hands encircling him at the base.
Fuck, his cock was so warm and cozy in her care. Her hands tight around him. Her mouth moving deeper on him. Her cheeks hollowing as she sucked.
He forked his fingers through her long, glossy hair.
“I’m so close, baby. I—”
She sucked harder and he groaned. She gazed up at him, her green eyes wide. Then she slipped his cock from her lips.
Her fingers stroked his length as she said, “Come in my mouth, Mr. Taylor.”
“Fuck!”
Her mouth covered him just in time. He erupted deep into her throat, pleasure burning through him as he groaned his release. Her mouth moved on him. Pumping him. She drew out every last drop he had, until he was panting.
Then she drew her mouth slowly up his shaft. She slipped off the end, but held him in her hands, then licked his cockhead thoroughly. Then lapped at his shaft. Finally, she released his cock and stood up.
He tugged her against his body and captured her lips, driving his tongue deep. Wanting to be inside her so badly.
Fuck, why had he ever let her get away.
* * *
In the morning, Rachel woke up in King’s strong arms, her head resting against his solid chest. After their shower last night, he’d sat her down on the chair and stripped away the sheets, remaking the bed with spare sheets kept in the large bedroom closet. Then he’d ushered her back to bed and into his embrace.
He’d woken her up two more times during the night and asked her questions, ensuring she was cognizant.
She felt so cared for. She smiled and pressed her lips to his chest, kissing his satin flesh, stretched taut over the muscles beneath.
“Morning,” he said groggily.
“You must be tired. Having to wake me every few hours didn’t really allow you a good night’s sleep.”
He smiled warmly. “I’m fine.” He kissed the crown of her head, gave her a light squeeze, then rolled away. “I have pushed the timing, though. I’ll have to get a move on.”
She sat up and started to follow him, but he stared her down. “No. You stay there. I have to work today, but you don’t.”
Her heart stopped. “Is that because you’re giving me the day off? Or because I’m fired?”
His lips pulled tight and he returned to the bed and sat on the side. He stroked her hair.
“Sweetheart, you’ve been in a car accident. I just don’t want you worrying about anything right now. Just stay here and get better.”
But when he stood up and walked across the room, she wrapped the sheet around herself and got out of bed, too. He might be happy to walk around naked—and she appreciated the view of his sexy, tautly muscled body—but she needed the small barrier the cloth afforded her.
He headed into the bathroom and she pulled on her clothes. Then she went into the dining room and ordered breakfast. A few minutes later, he stepped out of the bedroom, freshly shaven and looking devastatingly handsome in a crisp, new suit.
“I told you to stay in bed.”
“I ordered breakfast,” she said, ignoring his frown at her defiance.
He glanced at his watch. “I doubt I’ll have time. Room service will take too long.”
A knock sounded at the door and she hurried to answer it. King raised an eyebrow as the waiter set the plates and coffee on the table.
“I asked them
to put a rush on it,” she said.
He signed the check and the waiter left.
She lifted the cover off the plates and poured the coffee. “I ordered western omelets. You used to like those.”
“That’s perfect. Thank you.” He joined her at the table, sitting at the end just like last night.
They ate in silence. She wasn’t really sure what to say, but hoped that he would finally tell her whatever he had intended to say when he’d met with her yesterday. Finally, she couldn’t take it any longer.
“You have to talk to me sometime.”
He sipped his coffee, then glanced at her.
* * *
King’s chest compressed. He really didn’t want to have this conversation with her. It was going to be difficult, to say the least.
When he’d seen her name on the list of executives of his newest acquisition, he’d known he’d have a hard decision.
She was right. She had been difficult to work with. She’d so often second guessed his decisions, pushing him to reconsider. She always had a reason… based on streamlining a process, making a better work environment for the employees… always somehow improving things. He respected that.
What he didn’t like was that she didn’t trust his judgment. That she’d never seemed to realize that sometimes she just didn’t understand the big picture as well as he did.
At the same time, she’d been a delightful workplace affair.
Fuck, after last night, he knew she’d always been more than that to him. That’s why he’d tried to get her back on contract, and found she no longer worked for the company she’d moved to. He knew back then he should never have let her go.
But he couldn’t keep her on as an employee because he liked to have sex with her.
And he couldn’t have someone who worked for him who wouldn’t do exactly as he said, when he said it.
“We do need to talk.” Maybe he could figure something out. He didn’t know what, but—
His cell phone vibrated. He tugged it from his pocket and glanced at the text.
It was from Candace Danner, the one he’d charged with handling the details of the merger. He’d texted her yesterday, telling her he’d be unavailable until ten this morning, so he knew it had to be important for her to contact him sooner.
“Damn, I have to take this.” He dialed her number. “What is it?” he said when she answered.
“Sorry to bother you, Mr. Taylor, but the way Mr. Baird handled the layoffs yesterday was a total disaster. I’ve sent you an email detailing what went on. Some of the other executives of Brenier are screaming about it, blaming us…well, me. Demanding I be fired. I will, of course, tender my resignation if you feel I haven’t handled things appropriately, but right now all hell’s breaking loose and… It would help if you were here.”
“I’ll be right over. And Candace, don’t worry about this. It wasn’t your fault.”
“Thank you, sir.”
After he hung up, he opened his email and found the message from Candace. Fuck, Baird was an asshole. He remembered overhearing Rachel’s words yesterday when she was talking to Baird.
You don’t know what it was like there for the staff.
His answer was, I don’t give a shit about the staff.
That was certainly clear from this email. At the time, King had been focused on the fact Rachel was being her usual difficult self, but now he realized she was doing what any good executive would have done. She was standing with her staff in the trenches.
“Rachel, yesterday… the layoffs. How bad was it?”
Her eyes widened. Then her lips compressed. “It was awful. The way it was handled was just…” She shook her head. “The staff were all so frightened for their jobs.”
He noticed the sheen in her eyes.
“The phones kept ringing,” she continued. “Finally, they all huddled in the meeting room, waiting to see who would be next.”
“Fuck!” He jerked to his feet. “I have to go.”
“But wait. We were going to talk.”
He sucked in a deep breath, and released it. “I know. I’m really sorry.”
“But can’t you just tell me—”
“No, I can’t, Rachel, but we will have this discussion. I promise. I just have to deal with this first.”
Damn, was he being just as inconsiderate as Baird had been?
But it wasn’t simple. He needed more than a minute or two to talk to her. Anything less wouldn’t be fair to her. Even if he had to keep her on tenterhooks until then.
He grabbed his briefcase and strode toward the door.
“Just stay here and we’ll talk when I get back.”
* * *
Rachel stared at the door King had exited. She couldn’t believe he’d leave her hanging like this. He wanted her to just sit here and wait?
But it’s not like she didn’t understand. If he was going to fire her, at least he seemed to want to do it in person.
She finished her breakfast and sat back, then sipped her coffee. Well, she was not just going to sit here like an invalid waiting for him. Until she was actually fired, she still had a job to do.
She set down her cup and walked to the buffet, where King had moved her briefcase. She picked it up and headed out the door.
Twenty minutes later, she got off the bus and walked into the lobby of her office building, then stepped onto the elevator. It was eerily quiet when she got off at her floor, walking past empty cubicles to go to her office. The staff that were left worked quietly at their desks. No chatting or socializing in the coffee room. Everyone was hard at work.
Shell shocked.
Jay noticed her walk down the aisle and stood up, then followed her into her office.
“Good morning,” he said. “Any news from your meeting yesterday? Is the worst over?”
“I don’t know. I met the new owner, but when he found out about my car accident, he insisted I go to the hospital. He refused to talk business with me.”
“Well, that’s… nice.”
“It was great he was concerned, but it means I still know nothing about what’s happening. Even this morning…” Oops. She hadn’t meant to let that slip. Damn her less than functional brain.
“This morning? You met with him again or you spent the night with him?”
She and Jay had known each other long enough that he didn’t pull punches.
She sighed. “I know him. King Taylor. I used to work with him. He went to the hospital with me and when he found out I have a minor concussion—”
“A concussion? You should be at home.”
“A minor concussion. Anyway, the doctor wanted someone to keep an eye on me.”
“And so he stayed the night with you?” Jay grinned. “Well, it seems you’ll be fine.”
She wanted to curtail his knowing look with a protest, telling him there was nothing between her and King. But she wasn’t that good an actress.
“I wish you were right, but when he wouldn’t even ease my anxiety over breakfast by telling me I still have a job…” She shrugged. “I have a really bad feeling.”
“You’ll be fine. I’ll go get you a coffee and you’ll perk right up.”
Jay left her office. The mail room guy arrived a minute later and dropped her mail in her inbox. She sorted through it and found an envelope marked confidential. She opened the flap and pulled out the contents.
“Good Lord, you’ve gone white as a ghost.” Jay put her coffee cup on her desk.
She glanced up from the papers in front of her, her eyes growing bleary. “They’re termination papers. I’ve been let go.”
* * *
Rachel clinked her glass against Jay’s. Her second since they left for an early lunch. Not that they were really eating, other than a plate of nachos. Jay hadn’t been fired… yet. But they both assumed it was coming. Jay had overheard that whatever executive they fired, they let the assistant go, too.
“I’m sorry you’re out of a job, Jay.”
/> He shook his head as he chewed the cherry from his drink. “Don’t be. You’ll get a new job and hire me back.”
She poked her straw in the slushy, colorful drink. “That’s not so easy. It took me two years to find this one.”
Jay rested his hand on her sleeve. “Don’t talk that way. You’ll find something great. By this time next month, you’ll be on top of the world.”
“Rachel. What the hell are you doing here?”
She glanced up to see King scowling down at her.
“I’m having a celebratory drink.”
Jay removed his hand from her arm and stared up at the large, intimidating man standing beside their table.
“Oh, Jay, this is James Taylor. But he goes by King. Or Mr. Taylor to those of us who work for him.” Then she smiled. “But then, we don’t anymore. Or at least, I don’t. So I’ll call him King and you call him Mr. Taylor. Okay?”
King’s eyes narrowed. “What do you mean you don’t work for me anymore?”
She tugged the envelope from her purse and waved it in the air. “It’s okay, King. You don’t have to pussyfoot around anymore. I got my termination papers. I’m officially fired.”
She sipped her drink again.
Jay sat silently watching the two of them.
“I want you to come with me, Ms. Clark.”
Her eyes widened. “Oh, Ms. Clark.” She gazed at Jay. “I’d think I was in trouble, but…” She waved the envelope again. “Already fired.”
“Rachel,” King’s voice was a deep rumble, brooking no defiance. “Come with me.”
She found herself rising to her feet. “But Jay…”
“It’s okay,” Jay said. “It’s time for me to go back to the office anyway.”
Because he still had a job. For now. And maybe if she appeased King, she could talk him into finding a position for Jay.
She nodded and followed King from the restaurant to his car, which was waiting by the curb.