The Boardroom Series – Complete Boxed Set (Boxes 1 – 6) : An office romance turned seductive submission

by Annabel Lucas

  "Ryan," she was breathless, "How did you get that off…" She heard him chuckle. God, he was hot. His eyes flashed with amusement, and then he began his descent, leaving wet, open-mouthed kisses down her body. He didn't linger on her breasts for too long this time, just giving each peaked nipple a deep suck before moving lower. His breath was hot on her belly, a sharp contrast from the unyielding cold mahogany beneath her. His warm fingers moved over her skin, over her ribs, under her breasts, around her nipples. His open mouth kisses warm and wet kept her knees trembling, as his rough tongue tasted her.

  Somewhere in the distance, she heard the air conditioner kick on. Cold air blew across her skin, leaving fresh goosebumps under his trail of wet kisses. The contrast of the cold air and her sizzling skin enhanced her senses. He teased at the waistband of her skirt, hands skimming her hips and the span of her flat belly,

  "Shane." He said her name like it was the only thing that mattered, and he stared her for a moment before he stretched his body over hers and his mouth found hers. She surrendered to his desires. The silence of the office building beyond the boardroom forgotten as he kissed her.

  Shane obeyed the direction of his hands as he showed her what he wanted, shifting so he was between her legs and grabbing her thighs so she could wrap them around his waist. Ryan tightened his grip on her waist and pulled her against him. She felt his length, hard and satisfying as he pressed against her wet heat through his dress pants. His hands slid down her thighs and to her calves as he unwrapped her legs from around him and slowly lowered them. He stood, and then helped her to her feet. When she was back on her shaky feet, he turned her around once more, pressing his palm between her shoulder blades so she knew that he wanted her bent over the table, Shane complied. She heard more than felt him kneel behind her and her breath caught in her throat as his hands circled her ankles.

  She felt his breath at the back of her thighs, followed by an open mouth kiss against the back of her left knee. His lips caressed her tender skin, and she breathed into his touch. Ryan's finger climbed up her calves, exploring every curve of her runner's legs. She shifted her legs further apart, willing his touch. He answered her desire with warm touch, his hands under her skirt, smooth fingers rubbing against the slippery material of her damp lacy panties. He slid her skirt up over her hips and pulled her panties up tight between her lovely cheeks, leaving her exposed.

  "Beautiful," he murmured. He pressed into her bare skin as his hand slipped between her thighs.

  Oh, God. She felt the heat grow between her legs, separated from his touch only by the wet silk covering her delicate folds. His fingers circled closer and closer, pressure lighter, then deeper, never touching her where she ached with need. Warmth spread through her belly as his fingers barely grazed over the center of her pleasure. She found herself caught in a pulsing rhythm between his skilled fingers and the throbbing desire he had pressed against her ass.

  "Please, please, please." Heart pounding, nearly naked, panty's dripping, she didn't even realize that she begged for his touch out loud.

  Smack! The slap was quick and startling; the sound surprised her more than the sting. Shane reared up and he pushed her back down with gentle pressure.

  "Ryan!"

  Smack! This one landed on her creamy white flesh, sharper than the first, leaving the outline of his hand in an angry red shape on her milky skin. Indignant, she struggled under his hand. "Ssshhhh," he soothed, gently massaging the spot he had hit with one hand while the other remained firmly on her back to hold her down. The crack of his hand against her ass sounded again as he removed the pressure from her back and pushed her panties aside, immediately sliding two of his fingers inside her, deep and slow.

  "Mmmmmm." The moan slipped from between her lips involuntarily. Shane couldn't separate between the rising heat within her and the pain of the slap. She surrendered to the sensations. As he finger-fucked her and spanked her, her mind teetered on the edge of thought, before descending into feeling. He leaned in and placed an open-mouthed kiss at the base of her spine. Pleasure flooded her senses as he worked his way up her spine with his lips and tongue. His fingers were caressing her as the starched cotton of his shirt scrapped along the pink tender flesh of her ass. Jesus.

  "I'm going to make you feel so good."

  "Yes," she panted. "Please, please." His words swirled around her in an erotic promise. She was intoxicated by his touch.

  Shane surrendered to him as her body trembled against the unyielding table. With his feet between hers, Ryan pressed her knees wider. His fingers buried in the folds of her pussy, thrusting in and out. He shifted his pressure, and the tingling warmth spread from her pussy to her ass.

  In her mind, she began to beg. Please, please, please, oh god. Her heart was in her throat. Facedown on the table, ass exposed, she felt his giant hands spread her cheeks apart, his breath was cool against her wetness. Her pussy began to clench uncontrollably.

  "Ohhhhh, Ryan." His work-worn thumb slipped between her soaking lips and circled her clit slowly, never quite touching. "More," she begged breathlessly. "More, please." Ryan's fingers moved deeper inside her and she choked on her moan. Fuck. She wanted his cock inside her. She felt his breath on her ass, and then his mouth, as he left small kisses on her hot skin, his tongue tasting. "Ohhhhhh, God." Shane arched her back and he pushed her knees farther apart as he curled his fingers inside her. She could barely decipher the sensations. She turned her face into her arm to muffle her moans as he licked her outer lips, lapping up the growing wetness, and let his mouth travel up to her sweet tight ass.

  Shane felt the orgasm begin in her knees, trembling warmth that spread quickly through her thighs and flooded her. "Ryan." His name on her lips intensified the motion of his hands and mouth. "Oh, God. Ryan. I'm cuming." Her words were whispers in the dark and still, they seemed to echo off the glass as her pussy clenched around him. She nearly screamed as her orgasm hit, waves of wetness flowing out of her, cuming again and again.

  Trembling, Shane turned toward him, reaching into the dark and he was there, reaching back. He wrapped her in his arm. His kiss tasted of her satisfaction. Her fingers shook as she undid his buttons and pulled away his tie. She wanted to touch him, to feel his body against hers. Her nipples grazed his chest and she heard that throaty encouragement from him that renewed the tremble in her hands.

  "You feel so good."

  Shane met his words with her kiss and his hands moved on to her ass. At the mercy of his touch, she fumbled with his belt and zipper. His hands joined hers and with his help, his pants and boxers slid from his body, pooling at his ankles.

  Shane leaned back against the desk, taking in the view. Her breath caught in her chest as Ryan hooked his hands under her knees and lifted her, pulled her close as he set her down on the table. She lay back and held his gaze as she spread her legs. It was an invitation he accepted as Shane felt the head of his cock against her. She inhaled as entered her. He shifted her body with his and moved into her with one smooth motion. She arched into him, her body on fire. So. Fucking. Good. She fought to breathe as he began to fuck into her. He moved in and out with slow and precise thrusts, deeper into her with each one. Shane heard a low growl of guttural pleasure and pressed her lips against his. His hips moved against her, balls deep now as he fucked her. His fingers found her clit, and with a few solid flicks, he lit her up again. She was lost in the feeling of his fingers pressed against her, intensifying every movement as he fucked her. Deeper and deeper, he slammed into her. She was lost to the heat of his touch, drowning in the intensity in his eyes. Pupils dilated, she held on as his strokes quickened and he pounded into her.

  Her pussy stretched with every stoke. He played her body like he'd known how to for years. Shane felt the climax building, running its way from her toes and her thighs, warmth spreading through her limbs. As if he could sense it coming, his pace increased. He held her with his gaze, and she was a captive of her teetering orgasm. Her body told him all he needed to kno
w. He leaned in as his hips continued to thrust into her, and the world went black before her eyes.

  "Ryan!" He kissed her as she cried out. "Ryan, I'm cuming. I'm cuming!" She clung to him, his pace never faltering, bringing on new waves of pleasure. His kiss no longer gentle, moved over her skin rough and demanding, all tongue and teeth as he marked her with his love bite. Her nerves stood on end. A moment later, he went ridged. His cock buried inside her. He said her name as he dipped his head into her shoulder as he rocked with her. Held in lovely limbo, and she felt all tension slip from his sinewy body.

  "Shane," he breathed into her hair. "Shane. That was so good."

  So good, her mind echoed.

  He kissed her, and caught her lower lip between his teeth, claiming her mouth. The kiss coaxed moisture from between her legs. She wound her legs around him, drawing him close. The air around them electrified. When he pulled back, she smirked.

  "Jesus, you taste good," she said. Ryan laughed.

  "That, darlin, is how good you taste." His dark eyes were thoughtful. Shane felt him exhale and knew he was considering what would come next. Shane exhaled, lost for words. Her skin tingled in the wake of his touch.

  "You hungry?" He asked. His voice was low as his fingers trailed up and down the length of her spine.

  "I am."

  "Want to get out of here?" He met her gaze, the familiar tease dancing in his eyes.

  She nodded, her lips curling into a grin. Even her words radiated the smile. "Sounds good." So good.

  "Let's go." She slid from the table, and shimmied into her abandoned panties, pulling her skirt down over her hips. He returned with her lacy bra and silk shirt in hand and kissed her again. The back of his hand skimmed over her nipple. She heard the growl in the back of his throat, low and deep, a sound she'd begun to associate with desire. It made her lace panties wetter.

  Shane held his gaze as she slipped into her bra. It felt restrictive and she wished she could leave it off. Now the blouse. She slid into the silky top and Ryan began to button her buttons. She looked down and could see her rock-hard nipples under two layers of fabric. She wrapped her arms around his waist.

  "You dress me almost as sexy as you undress me."

  He smiled. "Let's go somewhere quiet. I'd rather undress you." Ryan's hand closed on hers and she followed, glancing at the table.

  "I don't think I'll ever look at the table quite the same way." His laughter rang out in the empty office, echoing down the hall as they stepped into the waiting elevator. Behind them, the door to the boardroom slowly closed, sealing the room in stoic silence until the next board meeting. "Me either."

  CHAPTER 3

  Plans

  S hane slipped out of the empty room with coffee in her hand. The heavy door closed behind her. This visit to borrow coffee from the boardroom stash had been a reminder that he'd been away from the office. God. Had it really been a week since, since… She paused. Her body responded to the memory, lips curling into a slow smile as she moved down the hallway to the elevator, face flushed. It didn't take much to bring the details of that night to mind. She'd been replaying it all week, turning each touch, every moment, over in her mind like precious stones. Shane was grateful when the doors closed, and she was granted a minute to recover alone in the elevator.

  How could their co-workers not see the details of that night written across her skin, burned into her eyes? She wore it like a cloak, every day since that first touch. Her body ached for those not so tender fingers. The way he teased the climax out. His kiss. The heat of his skin on hers. The way he made her legs tremble. The elevator doors opened, and the short trip had not given her enough time to recover at all. Damn elevator. She felt her silk panties damp against her skin. It had been a long week.

  She remembered the wine at his place, after. There had been a lot of wine. They had played a fun and sexy game of “I never” and passed the night away, laughing and drinking. He'd gotten her so drunk because he knew most of her secrets. A smile tugged at her lips. Shane found herself grinning like an idiot everywhere she went- as she dropped off the extra coffee, in the car on the way to work, on the way home and now into her computer screen. She hadn't even seen him since he'd kissed her good-bye.

  He had been traveling, working on the west coast. When he locked in the new client, he'd hand them over to her. She was his support team. Usually, she knew all the new client details before the deal was done, but not this week. This week, she could not get her mind straight. Shane leaned back in her chair, feeling her spine expand against the ergonomically correct office chair. Thank God for the chair that would perfectly support her while she worked herself to death.

  She silenced her quiet frustrations. He made her feel too good to trifle with that, even with a week between his touch and her begging pussy. Shane pushed back from her desk. She was done. She had to be done for tonight… except that it was only 3:00 pm. How did it feel so much later? She put her head down, drawing out the strength to start a new project.

  Nearly two hours later, her fingers flew across the keyboard, frustration driving her. Her sense of humor left without her at 3:00 pm.

  "Bye, Shane! Have a good weekend.” She looked up to see one of her coworkers, a small-framed woman with warm eyes named Mallory, wave good-bye. Shane smiled back.

  “You too, Mallory.” Her voice was friendly and kind, but the smile did not reach Shane’s eyes. No one was there to notice anyway.

  Shane’s un-smiling eyes followed the girl’s path wistfully down the cubicle’s corridor. Around her, Shane could hear the day end noises of her coworkers leaving. It was Friday after five. Even the clock knew it was the weekend. She drew in a deep breath. Focus, she scolded herself. Just finish this email. When the harsh tone wasn’t working, she switched tactics and tried coaxing herself. Just finish and send it. It won’t take that long. Come on, honey. Just finish. The day will be done, and he will be home.

  An hour later, she was the last man standing. The cleaning crew moved through space quietly, a woman closing off the bathroom that she desperately needed and a janitor with headphones playing so loud that she could hear his music spilling into the space around him.

  She reread the last email and hit send.

  Good-bye, workweek. Hello, beautiful weekend.

  Shane closed her laptop, finally done for the day. All work and no play, well some play. Shane felt the heat from a rising blush push into her cheeks. She pushed her unruly curls back and pulled her hair from the nape of her neck. Reaching into her purse, Shane dug for a hair tie. Her fingers closed around it, and she wound her hair into a messy knot on top of her head. The lights dimmed as the janitor finished his work and started heading out.

  "Have a good weekend, miss!” he called out to her as he left. Even the cleaning crew was going. She raised a hand in acknowledgment and picked-up her pace. She would not be the last one left in the office tonight. She smiled as she put away the last of her things, and this time it reached her eyes. The door clicked shut behind her, and Shane felt some of the tension slip away from her shoulders.

  The boardroom lay one floor above her. She imagined it, quiet and dark — that big stoic, silent table. If walls could talk, her cheeks burned with the memory. Thank God the office was dark. She rushed forward to catch the elevator before its doors could slide shut, and she gave the janitor a small smile.

  Shane's image appeared as the elevator doors closed. Crazy curls knotted into the messiest messy bun that had now loosened a little, causing wispy curls to frame her face. The make-up she'd so carefully applied that morning was long gone, wiped away by working hands. She closed her eyes to the day worn image of herself and let the memory come — the touch of his fingers against her burning skin as he unbuttoned her blouse. The breathlessness between them needs growing. The taste of him and the feeling of herself on his tongue. She leaned back against the elevator wall as she let herself fall deeper into the memory. She felt the jolt of the elevator car as it started its descent. Her min
d immediately flashed back to the feeling of Ryan behind her, going down to his knees so he could tease the sensitive skin of her legs with his tongue and teeth. She could not stop the playful smile from curling her lips for a moment before she slipped around the man with the music and his cart.

  “Bye, have a good weekend.” She said but did not meet his gaze.

  He nodded and closed the building door behind her. Shane stepped out of the building and transitioned from the icy office conditions to the wall of summer heat, waiting just beyond the workday. She moved across the parking lot, heels clicking against the asphalt as she made her way to her car. Her feet ached for release from the four-inch heels. Why? She questioned herself. Why four inches, Shane? Vanity was the simple reason. They made her tall and made her legs look good. The plush carpet upstairs yielded at least a little, but there was no forgiveness on the heat baked asphalt.

  Shane dug in her purse for her keys and clicked the button to unlock her car. The taillights blinked in response. She slid behind the wheel of the car and slung her purse into the passenger seat. Shane shifted her thighs, to adjust her skirt, the black leather too hot against her bare skin. Warm air filled the car as the engine came to life. Wonderful, she rolled her eyes as she thought. Even hotter.

  Shane fumbled with the air conditioner and opened the sunroof. Slipping out of her jacket, she tolerated the leather’s heat against her bare arms and slid her feet out of the heels finally. Her entire body sagged at the relief as she stretched her toes out.