by Sabrina York
“I missed you,” he said at long last.
“You shouldn’t have left.”
He chuckled. “I had to. If I’d stayed, I would have fucked myself to death.”
“Yeah but what a way to go.”
“You are gorgeous.”
“Do you like it?”
“You know I do. I want to come across the hall and bend you over the desk and fuck you silly.”
She smiled. “I’m already silly. And what a show that would be.” This, she said as Kenny and Jack and a virtual herd of junior programmers traipsed down the hall, slowing tellingly at her window.
Adam frowned. “You should never wear your hair down,” he complained.
“You liked it last night.” With a shiver, she recalled how he’d fisted those soft tendrils around his hard cock and stroked himself to bliss.
“I don’t like them liking it.” He glared at the interns who were, in turn, staring at Kat. He stormed to the door and opening it a crack, bellowed, “Don’t you have some work to do?”
They scattered like little rats frightened by a hungry old tomcat. All but Jack. Jack just stood there in the hall, glancing from Adam to Katherine and back again.
Adam narrowed his eyes at him. “What?” he snapped.
“I need to talk to Katherine,” Jack said ingenuously. Adam recognized the glint in Jack’s eye. It was one he saw in his own mirror whenever he thought of Kat, of kissing Kat, of fucking Kat.
“Later. We’re on a conference call,” Adam growled and Jack backed away.
“Okay, okay. Later, Katherine.” He sketched a wave and slunk away, his proverbial tail between his legs.
Adam picked up the phone again and leaned against his desk. “What the hell was that about?”
Kat shrugged. “Who cares? Where were we?”
“We were talking about your goddamn hair. Put it up.”
“But you like it down.”
“When we’re private, Kat. I don’t want Jack seeing it like that, for Christ’s sake.”
“Why do you care? He’s never going to touch it. He’s never going to run his fingers through it. He’s never going to stroke himself with it like you did last night.”
“Jesus, Kat.” Adam staggered a little. He plopped down in his seat, eyes burning. “That was phenomenal.”
“Last night was phenomenal.”
“What did you like best?”
“Coming.”
He snorted a laugh. “Which time?”
“All of them.”
“Come on. You have to have a favorite.”
She shrugged, stroking the vee of her blouse in a way that would direct his attention to her cleavage. “My favorite orgasms were the ones with you inside me.” She watched with glee as he shuddered.
“I want you now,” he grated harshly. “We can go to the executive washroom. The door locks.”
“We can’t.”
“Why the hell not?”
“Because I promised Tristan you’d be at the meeting in…” She checked her watch. “Five minutes.”
“Shit.”
“You can spend the next five minutes cooling your ardor.”
“I could cool it in about three if you went with me to the executive washroom.”
“Maybe later. I have to get ready for the meeting as well. Oh, and Adam?” She blinked innocently.
“Yes, Kat?”
“While you are cooling your ardor, I want you to think about this…”
“What?”
“Remember the outfit you gave me last night? The thong and the demi-bra and the belt?”
“Yes?” A raspy whisper.
“I’m wearing them right now.”
Adam was late for the meeting.
As she sat in her usual seat—ignoring Shannon, who was reminding everyone about the company banquet that evening—Katherine glanced down the hallway, watching for him to appear, but he didn’t.
Tristan wasn’t pleased at his brother’s truancy. He leaned toward Katherine and hissed so none of the others could hear, “This wasn’t supposed to interfere with work.”
Katherine’s heart stuttered at the realization Tristan knew about her and Adam, and then she remembered Adam’s insistence that Tristan be told. Still, that made her more self-conscious. She unobtrusively coiled her hair into a neat bun.
“He’ll be here,” she responded softly. “Do you want me to go find him?”
Tristan’s eyes widened in horror. “Good God, no. I’ll have Shannon track him down.”
But it wasn’t necessary. At that moment, Adam exited the executive washroom and entered the boardroom.
“Sorry I’m late. I got held up.” With a meaningful glance at Katherine, he took his seat at the table across from her.
“Okay.” With only a small glare at his brother, Tristan began the meeting. “Today we’re talking about a new beta program Jack and Kenny have designed. It’s a virtual reality platform that needs serious testing before the launch. I am asking everyone to download a copy and put it through its paces.”
The meeting droned on and on with Tristan, Jack and Kenny babbling about the new software. The others watched the presentation screen with rapt attention but Katherine was otherwise occupied.
Oh, she pretended to be watching the screen and nodded when the others nodded and plastered a concerned expression on her face when potential problems were addressed. But all the while, she was fascinated by the toe, the big, fat male toe that slipped up her leg and under her skirt and was rubbing against her crotch.
By the time the meeting adjourned to the lab to further explore the software, Katherine was in a puddle. She was certain the chair would be forever stained with the cream of her passion. As the rest of the crowd trooped off to the lab, Adam snagged her arm and dragged her, unresisting, into the executive washroom.
He locked the door behind them.
“You were a bad girl to tease me like that.” His voice was a little unsteady as he bent her over the back of an overstuffed armchair and flipped up her skirt. He stroked her slit, groaning at the dampness he found there. “I’ve been going crazy, thinking of you in that thong.”
A sharp slap stung her buttocks and she gasped. She gasped again as he yanked the thong down to her knees.
“I saw you come in here.” She shot an accusing glance at him over her shoulder. “I know you jacked off.”
“Did I?” His eyes were burning, intense. “Maybe I was doing something else.”
She shuddered as he stepped in front of her and produced some Velcro straps, which he attached to the chair’s front legs and then to her wrists. He stepped behind her and did the same to her ankles, anchoring her over the back of the chair, her legs splayed apart. She couldn’t help but moan and writhe a little at the knowledge that she was tied, wide open to the chair with her skirt flipped up to reveal her bare ass. So helpless, so completely exposed.
In the executive washroom.
His hand fell on her quivering cheeks once more and drifted down to toy with her clit. He leaned over to whisper into her ear, “Now I’m going to tease you.”
She shuddered in horror. “Adam! What about the others? They’ll hear.”
“No they won’t.” He eased a finger into her seeping cunt and she shuddered. “They’ll be in the lab for at least an hour.”
It was true but any one of them could return at any time. Tristan could come in search of them. Shannon could wander back to make more coffee. Anything could happen.
The realization that they could be caught at any moment inflamed them both and Adam’s teasing didn’t last too long. Kat’s panting pleas and frantic moans quickly drove him close to the edge. He yanked down his pants and seated his cock in her pussy, pressing in deep and hard. She was hot. Wet.
Her groan was guttural. It echoed relief and bliss. “Yes, Adam.” She twisted against the bonds as if desperate to open wider for him. He shifted position and leaned in to fuck her harder, to take her more fully. She clenched aro
und him.
He plowed in and out of her like a piston, pounding away at her soft cavern, aware of every twitch, every shiver, knowing when she sucked in a deep breath and bore down, knowing when she was thisclose to coming. He perched on his toes so he could shove himself deeper.
Tight tingles surged at the base of his cock, accompanied by the telltale swelling that wedged him more tightly within her. A simmering fire raced through him as his insistent cum fought for release. But he held back. He waited.
For her.
When she came, she was resplendent. She threw her head back and, mouth agape, she gazed at him in the mirror, awe lining her expression. Her cunt rippled in forceful spasms. He allowed the milking muscles to bring him to the edge as well. And together, they fell, flew.
It was amazing.
He untied her afterward and hid the straps under the cushions of the easy chair. It gave him a little thrill to know they were there, just waiting for the next opportunity he and Kat had to be alone. He sat in the chair and pulled her onto his lap and he held her as they both came back to earth.
“That was nice,” she murmured after a while.
“Nice?”
“Mmm-hmm.” She stretched. “I’ll need to tie you up sometime.”
A sudden spark of interest flared. “What would you do if you had me all tied up?”
“I dunno. Maybe what I did to you in the shower last night?”
God. In a breath, he was hard as a rock. Again.
“Only, if I had you tied up, I wouldn’t let you come so quickly.”
“Jesus.” The memory of her taunting little mouth on him—all over him—swamped him. “That nearly killed me.” And then purely out of curiosity, he asked, “How long would you tease me?”
“If I had you tied up?”
“Yeah.” You know. Just out of curiosity.
She smiled. “All night long.”
He barked a laugh. “You’re definitely not tying me up.” At her frown, he explained, “You see, my dear, the difference between men and women is that men are not patient in the least, especially when they have a pussy right there in front of them, all wet and swollen and waiting for a hard cock. There’s no way you’ll truly suffer with me because I can’t hold out that long. Women, however, can hold out forever. You’d kill me.”
Kat chuckled. “I’d still like to try it.”
“Yeah, I’ll just bet you would.” And to end the discussion, he added, “We should go join the others now.”
Reluctantly, she stood. “Why don’t you go first? I need to freshen up.”
After a quick kiss that lasted a little longer than he intended, Adam complied. He headed to the computer lab, where he found the others split into groups of three at the 46-inch screens, running an instance with the new software—a virtual reality MMORPG, a multiplayer, online role-playing game. No one—save Tristan, who shot him an annoyed frown—noticed he’d been missing.
Adam ducked past his brother and wandered over to join the group made up of Jack and his interns.
“Oh my God,” Kenny said under his breath as Adam sidled up. “That is so awesome.”
“I know.” Jack preened.
“Oh my God,” Kenny repeated, this time with a giggle.
“Awesome,” Billy grunted. “Fucking awesome.”
This piqued Adam’s curiosity. As far as he knew, the software was pretty standard except the graphics were generations ahead of the current market and the game had expanded features for customizing avatars. A player could actually make his avatar look like himself.
So what could the interns be finding so interesting? Adam leaned closer to see what had them so excited. He peeked over Kenny’s shoulder and blanched.
A figure that suspiciously resembled Kat was on the screen. She was wearing the same blue suit and high heels Kat had worn today and—his blood began to boil—a red vest. And her hair was down.
Adam’s left lid began to twitch.
Billy shifted from one foot to the other. “Can you make her move?”
“Can you make her dance?” A large Adam’s apple made its torturous way down and back up the length of Kenny’s stork-like neck.
Jack opened his mouth to respond, to agree, to make Adam’s Kat dance for the little maggots. Before he could, before he could open his mouth or nod or—God help him—apply that revolting little filter, Adam shoved past the nerd herd and switched the monitor off.
This caused a chorus of dissent to echo through the lab. Adam ignored the interns and turned on Jack. “What the hell was that?”
“What was what?” Jack backed away from the bear snarling in his face.
“Don’t give me that.” Adam continued to advance, backing Jack into a corner.
“Aw, come on, Adam. It’s just a game.”
“Not acceptable. You work with the woman, for Christ’s sake.”
“That doesn’t keep me from fantasizing about her. We all fantasize about her.” Jack’s words squeezed into tiny little peeps as Adam’s fingers closed around his throat.
Red. Adam saw nothing but red.
Wait. That was probably Jack’s face.
“Adam!” Tristan called from behind them. “Let him go.”
Jack fell with a thud as Adam complied but he kept the little worm pinned with his glare. Jack grabbed his neck and glared back. “I don’t see why it matters to you that we used her in our beta.” Jack pouted. “I mean, what do you care? It’s not like she’s your woman. She’s no one’s woman.”
“She has a boyfriend.” This, Sara sang from the other side of the room.
Vindication and satisfaction slashed through Adam’s gut. “Yeah. She has a boyfriend.”
“But haven’t you heard?” Kenny—unwisely—added. “It’s some internet relationship.”
Adam snarled. Kenny wilted.
Jack wisely slipped farther away. “What she needs is a real man.”
Acid churned in Adam’s gut. She has a real man.
But none of these idiots knew it.
Bloody hell. He was trapped between outing their relationship and letting these drooling little worms think she was free game.
Hands on his hips, he glared at his brother. “We need to talk.” He turned to Jack and barked, “And you! Erase that damn beta.”
Chapter Thirteen
“I’m going to kill him.” A raw, seething desire for violence scored Adam to the core.
“Well.” Tristan calmly closed the door to his office. “You can’t kill him. We need him to write brilliant programs.”
“That,” Adam snarled, “was not a brilliant program. That was disgusting.”
“Actually, it is pretty brilliant. You’d see it too if you weren’t so annoyed.”
“Annoyed?” Annoyed didn’t quite seem to describe his feelings at the moment.
“Imagine a virtual reality game that lets you include characters based on people you know. It’s genius. It will sell like mad.”
“Genius? Bah! You should have seen what he did. He put her in the beta!”
“Did he have her permission?”
“No. Kat would never agree to something like that.”
“Okay. That was out of line then.”
“Way out of line.”
“But you don’t get to kill him. I’ll talk to him.” Tristan sighed. “He wouldn’t have done it if he’d known she was your girlfriend.”
“Are you sure about that?” Jack, after all, was a horny little shit. “He’s probably done the same with Jenny or Sara or Shannon. God. Who knows?” Tristan paled but Adam didn’t give him a chance to respond. “Just imagine. Trillo–Maris being slapped with the very first class-action sexual harassment lawsuit in history. Now there’s genius for you.”
“I said I’ll call him in. He can’t be using his employees in his beta. At least not without their knowledge.”
“Don’t be nice.”
“I won’t. Using female coworkers as sexual playthings is never acceptable.” Tristan grinned a
t Adam’s surly reaction to his jab. “I mean, unless they want to be sexual playthings. Jesus, Adam. Relax. It was a joke.”
“Not laughing.”
“I’ll talk to Jack and set him straight. But Adam…” Tristan drummed his fingers on the desk. “You really should think about ending it with Katherine.”
“What?”
“It’s starting to affect your work.”
Adam frowned. “Only because we have to keep it a secret.” It was true. If their relationship were out in the open he’d be spending a lot less time and energy trying to keep his feelings under wraps. A lot less time fantasizing about throttling interns.
“Why don’t you just come out then? Tell everyone and to hell with the consequences.”
Adam stilled. “What about your rule?”
Tristan scrubbed at his face with his palm. “No rule is as important as your happiness.”
Adam blinked. Well, hell. This was a huge step for Tristan. And knowing he had his brother’s blessing—sort of—made the prospect of revealing their secret even more appealing.
But he shook his head. “I appreciate that, bro, but I can’t. I promised Kat no one in the office would know. She’s got this big thing…”
“Oh. Yeah. She told me about her last job.” Tristan blew out a breath. “What a mess.”
Oh yeah. It was a mess. Adam had only two choices. End the relationship, which he was not willing to do—frankly, the thought gave him the cold shakes—or maintain the status quo, with the other men in the office lusting after Kat and making passes at her and writing macros where she danced the funky chicken and gave them virtual blowjobs. That option made him want to blow his top and not in a good way. No. There had to be some other solution.
Tristan shook his head and muttered, “God help me if I ever fall in love.”
Adam opened his mouth to insist he was not, in fact, in love but the words wouldn’t come. Because just then, a crushing realization dawned.
He was in love with her.
He was in love with Katherine Hart. Couldn’t live without her. Couldn’t contemplate the possibility of breaking up with her without feeling sick to his stomach.
God help him. She’d become more than an online flirt, more than a stupid fling, more than a passing fancy. Over the years, he’d come to know and respect her as a person. Then he’d come to desire her. And then somehow this attraction, respect and passion bloomed into something deeper. Something lasting. Something rooted in his soul.