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

by Annabel Lucas

  His fingers pleased her, making her warm, pliable. She eased forward against the window and rocked her hips back into him, as he rubbed. Only the damp towel separated her wet pussy from his needy cock. Shane arched her back, steadying herself as his fingers increased their pace.

  The hotel window ran the length of the room. It stood from floor to ceiling overlooking the strip below. He took one step and then another, forcing her forward. Shane no longer had to reach for the window to brace herself; she could lean into it. She felt his hand between her shoulder blades, easing her against the warm glass. Shane laid her cheek against it, her tight nipples and round breasts followed. She imagined how she looked from the other side. Her tits pressed into the glass, hair a mess; her body was undone by his fingers. Undone by fingers that still worked her and she didn't ever want him to stop.

  His fingers slid through her wet pussy, and she felt the towel fall away. He was there, cock pressing into her. Pleasure rippled through her limbs, and she bore into it. She pressed into him, leveraging the window for stability as he entered her, fucking her to please only himself. His patience and self-constraint used up in the shower. He shifted as he lengthened his thrusts, and she felt his hands on her hips. Pleasure flooded her. She could hardly bear it. So good. So, fucking good.

  Please. Please. Jesus. Please. She didn’t know what she was begging for. That her legs would hold her? That no one on the street would recognize her as the naked girl pressed against the glass and the way the orgasm tore through her as he fucked her mercilessly? That he would not stop? That he would never stop fucking her? The thoughts moved through her brain like his fingers between her legs, with lightning speed. She looked down and watched the passing people, thrilled that someone might look up to see her. Spread-eagle, presented for their pleasure as he pleased her, fucking her until she couldn’t think.

  He’d opened her up to a higher plane of pleasure. She felt the next orgasm start deep in her belly. It was not the crashing waves of orgasms she’s experienced before, but the slow rise of climax spreading through her limbs, warm and complete, oh god. Yes, I’m cuming. I’m cuming. His body was against hers, moving inside her, skin to skin as she came, and he followed. Shane felt his body ridge, his cock working inside her, pumping cum into her, and she tightened around him. That beautiful thick cock, spending its load. She shifted her hips and felt him inhale slightly, his nerves on fire, sensitive to every touch. Shane had him shuddering, on the edge of whisper movement her body created. She tipped her head back into him, and he met her mouth as his cock withdrew from between her legs. He drew the blackout curtains back to their original place and cast the room into darkness before he led her to the rumpled bed. She followed, sliding between the sheets as he drew her in with hands and kisses and the promise of sleep.

  When she woke again, he was gone. A note lay on her pillow with the key to her hotel room.

  S – Golfing. I didn’t want to wake you. Be back to get you for lunch at 11. Ry.

  Eleven? Jesus. What time was it? He’d drawn the curtains to let her sleep. Shane stretched and yawned, releasing the sleep of post-orgasmic bliss from her limbs. The blackout curtains imitated the darkness associated with the night.

  Beyond them, the desert sun beat down on the strip below, and Shane could not stop the smile from curling at her lips as she thought of all those people passing by on the street below, wondering which of them had seen the Ryan and Shane show.

  CHAPTER 3

  The Course

  T he elevator came to a gentle stop on the main floor. She had showered, again, a function for a proper bath and eventually gained access to her hotel room. For today's excursion, she'd selected dark-gray slacks and a burgundy fitted top. The top was silky and clung to her just a little. Beneath it, she wore sheer lace barely-there underwear. The panties covered her well pleased pussy and had a line of fabric that shifted between her cheeks as she moved. Her body was sore from this morning's romp. She still felt her legs trembling. She was grateful she had her boots on, instead of tasking her tired legs with a fifteen-hour workday in a four-inch heel.

  Shane glanced at her watch; it read ten minutes to eleven. Right on time. She stepped out of the elevator into the hotel’s lobby; her muscles ached a little, a delightful remembrance of this morning’s events.

  The hotel was magnificent, bigger than she thought when she first walked in. Harvest, Anthony’s delightful restaurant, was across the hall. It was dark and quiet, not yet open for lunch. Shane watched for a moment, two members of the lunch crew stood between the tables in the shadows, getting ready for the lunch rush in the last moments of quiet.

  While she and Ryan had played, and she slept, the hotel had come alive. She scanned the lobby, searching the stores beyond the people, seeking coffee. Her desire for the liquid gold quickly growing into a necessity. As she took in the lay of the land, the options unfolded before her; a Starbucks packed with people patiently waiting was directly in front of her on the far side of the lobby. There was also a little snack bar that had to have coffee. Might as well be Starbucks. She worked her way toward Starbucks. So many people.

  Shane felt the blood rise to her cheeks, remembering the way Ryan had spread her out against the glass enough for anyone who looked up to see the folds of her pussy, his cock buried inside her. Their private pleasure was on display for anyone to see; to watch how his cock fucked her until she came. Uninvited guests invited to watch their desire as it unfolded, and how she'd loved it.

  “Shane!”

  Startled, Shane looked around to see who had called her name. The hotel lobby came back into focus as she was pulled from her reminiscence—so many people.

  “Shane.” He called again. Not Ryan. She watched as Michael emerged from the crowd, two cups of coffee in hand. People lined up at Starbucks, winding between rope barriers Disney Style, waiting for their turn. It looked like Michael had just gotten escaped from the queue.

  "Michael!" She smiled, waving at a familiar face in the crowd.

  "Good morning!" He raised the coffee in his right hand. "I picked up one for you too." He nodded at the line. "It's terrible. The line never goes down. I thought you might want coffee without the wait." He grinned at her.

  “Yes, thank you. That sounds wonderful.” She took the warm cup from him and breathed in the aroma “Smells delicious.”

  "Let's sit down." he paused, eyes scanning the room, "Here.” I've got one." Michael gestured to her and moved in the direction of a small corner table in the lobby.

  She watched him go for a moment before she followed.

  Michael was stocky, not quite six foot tall. He was dressed in khaki pants and Vino polo. The cuffs of the polo stretched snugly around his thick biceps. His well-worked muscle was revealed in the shirt. He was two steps ahead of her moving through the crowd that seemed to have a life of its own. It moved as one large entity through open spaces. Its chatter a constant buzz- Vegas baby.

  “This is better.” He was right. Away from the center of the room, it was quieter and easier to talk. "Have you been to Vegas before?" He asked.

  She shook her head.

  He lowered his head conspiratorially. “I’ll tell you a secret; this place never, ever sleeps.”

  Shane laughed. "Really?” “There’s too much to do than waste time sleeping.”

  “Right? Welcome to the place to be," he teased, and then his face grew more serious. "We are so glad you could join us on this trip."

  Shane laughed again “thank you, me too. How was the golf game this morning?”

  He grinned. "Shane seriously, it was fabulous." She knew this already; she'd made the bookings. The pictures looked beautiful.

  Michael made a face. “The course was fantastic. Absolutely beautiful. The players, well, we were scrambling a bit at the last minute this morning.”

  Shane frowned. “What happened?”

  “Micah wasn’t feeling well. That happens sometimes. Tess stood in for him.” He read the concern in her eyes, sha
king his head. “It was fine. Tess loved it, and Micah got to sleep. Win-win.”

  Shane nodded, listening.

  “The course was great, and it felt like we were out there on our own. I’m not sure how you worked that magic, especially on a Saturday morning.”

  She smiled, nodding. "Well, that's exactly the way it should be! I'm so glad you were able to enjoy the course." As for how she worked the magic. That was what she did. This time, she'd traded favors to get the course to delay the party for an extra fifteen minutes, giving her golfing foursome extra time to enjoy their round. She wasn't surprised that they hadn't run into the group before or after them. The trick gave her golfers the illusion that they were the only ones on the coveted course.

  “We loved it. Haven’t played that particular course before, but we used to play when we were kids,” he took a sip of his coffee. “You know, me, Drew and Ryan.”

  “Did Tess play too?

  "Not so much, but she's a great golfer." He pointed and stood. "Here, they come."

  Shane looked across the hall to see Micah and Tess in the lead, her arm curled around his. Ryan and Drew trailed behind. The group was sun-kissed and smiling.

  The morning’s golf outing had been a hit; Shane could hear their praise even from a distance. Tess and Micah reached her first.

  Tess's laughter was infectious, Micah and the guys were laughing at something she'd said. Her golden hair was tied in a high ponytail. She wore a visor to block the morning sun; the Vino logo on it matched the one on her white polo. The short golf skirt highlighted long tan legs, and she was tall, even in her golf shoes. The curve of her hips and her breasts filled out the little outfit nicely, making Shane want to reach out to touch. Her face flushed with the idea, but she could not stop thinking about how soft the curve of Tess's breast would feel under her fingers.

  As Tess moved, Shane could see a narrow strip of her belly between the athletic skirt that rode on the curve of her hips and the white cropped polo that cut-off high to allow easy movement. Her taut skin stretched across the span of her hips and disappeared in a curve under her top.

  Jesus! Shane. An incredulous voice scolded in her head. She shook it away.

  Ryan came into view, and her heart jumped. Her desire for him was as strong as her interest in watching Tess’ softer form. He was dressed for the game; in khaki pants and a dark polo. His dark hair was a stark contrast to Tess’ golden locks. She was laughing because he’d said something funny. The foursome closed in on them.

  “Good morning, Miss Shane.” He said, his eyes crinkled at the edges, reflecting the smile on his face. Shane felt the heat of his gaze. Their night together was a shared secret. She felt his eyes slid over her with a whisper touch. Her barely-there panties dampened. She should be used to that by now.

  “Good morning, Ryan.” She smiled. “How was the game?” She felt like their cruise director. Tess answered before he could.

  “Amazing. We had so much fun.” To emphasize her praise, Tess reached forward and gave Shane’s hand a gentle squeeze.

  Ryan nodded. “It was. We had a great time. It’s the best I’ve played in months.”

  "Must be the company, old man." Drew interjected.

  Ryan laughed and shifted his shoulder into his friend’s chest. The men had slipped into the camaraderie as easy as Ryan seemed to have done with Tess. He had relaxed in the last twenty-four hours. She could see it in the way he moved, in his skin.

  She watched as he played. When he returned to her, he leaned down close and whispered. “Thank you for this morning.”

  “You’re very welcome.” Shane laughed, pleased with his praise but not sure if he meant the golf game or the pregame party. Ryan re-entered the conversation with Michael and Drew. She did not need to hear the exchange to understand that these bonds ran deep.

  She let them talk, looking for an opening, the natural pause to their conversation. When she found it, she stepped in. Drawing herself up to her full five-foot five stature.

  “Alright, who’s hungry? We’ve got lunch scheduled at an amazing restaurant.” She felt like a mother hen.

  “Shanie, what’s it called?” Ryan asked, he was one of them now. He had shifted from host to guest. Shane smiled. It was a move she’d seen him make before, but he wasn’t working this crowd. It was a natural shift for him. He was one of them.

  “The Brick Oven.” The name brought murmurs of praise from her small crowd of followers.

  “I love that place. Anthony and I went there on our first date. It’s ridiculously good.”

  Shane felt a smile tug at her lips, pleased. “That’s great. It’s supposed to be the best pizza in town.”

  Tess nodded. “It is. You’ve got my mouth watering already.”

  Ryan took the lead, stepping in close to her. Shane felt his warmth prevent her bare arms from the chill of the hotel lobby. She hadn’t even noticed she was cold until he moved in close enough to bring the heat.

  He clapped his hands to quiet the conversation. He was talking now.

  “Okay, everyone, Shane’s got a great weekend planned for us. We have some treats along the way, but also want to talk a little shop. As you know, today’s agenda includes lunch with our big pitch, and a late dinner in the valley.”

  Shane interrupted, “Does anyone want to take time to get refreshed before our ride arrives?” She glanced around at the group. “We’ve got about twenty minutes before we leave.”

  "Yes, actually, that would be great," Tess said to everyone and no one in particular. She leaned into Shane. Her voice low, as her brown eyes sparkled. "I'll be back." She said before she slipped away.

  Shane watched as she walked away, her blond ponytail moved in time with her hips, her body fluid and hypnotic, like a metronome drawing Shane in. Jesus. Shane shook her head.

  Ryan gave her elbow a quick squeeze. “Me too, I need a, what did you call it? A refresh?” He teased.

  Shane laughed. “I bet you do.”

  He chuckled. For a moment, he was leaning in, forgetting himself and their role- Business partners. She pressed against his chest; her palm flat.

  "Go on lover boy. Go get your refresh on." She glanced around; their small group had begun to disperse, blending in, camouflaged by hotel patrons.

  Shane lowered her voice and winked. “I’ll be waiting.” His eyes held hers a moment longer. She could see the promise flickering there as he too turned and disappeared into the crowd.

  Shane turned back to her corner table. A man now occupied her spot, drinking from his steaming cup of coffee, captivated by his phone. She’d lost the quiet table lost during their conversation.

  She exhaled. When had he sneaked in there? Shane glanced around, looking for another spot that was out of the way. While they refreshed, she needed a recharge. She spied a small pub table in the waiting area and claimed it.

  Shane unloaded her laptop and plugged it in to charge, along with her phone. She sipped at the hot dark liquid and felt her senses heighten. Thank God for the Starbucks superpower. Now that it had cooled enough, so it didn’t burn her mouth, the gold liquid was delicious. She scanned the hotel lobby; a sea of people moved through the hall. She turned her attention to the schedule in her MacBook, fingers moving as she checked addresses and directions, weather and timing.

  It was on her to ensure the trip went smoothly. Lunch was thirty-five minutes away. Following the lunch-presentation and a late dinner. They were going backward. Last night they'd experienced Vino's final product on the table. The best wine in only the best restaurants. Tomorrow would tour the Las Vegas winery to see the origin of the sweet, bold liquid that warmed her belly. They had a California winery as well, but that tour would be another trip.

  Tonight’s weather looked beautiful. For their dinner reservation, she’d scheduled a patio table at the Bistro. As she confirmed the reservation, she scanned the pictures on the website. The food had her mouthwatering- sumptuous and simple. The pairing with Harvest was just the first step. Her mind sp
un around the concept, authenticity, love for excellence, and tradition, targeted to entrepreneurs who gave their blood, sweat, and tears to their business. Shane was browsing other top restaurateurs when their little band began returning.

  Tess returned first. She had changed from her casual golf garb into gorgeous brown knee-high boots, a camel-colored skirt, and cream-colored top that hugged her curves. Shane opened her mouth to speak, "Oh, Tess," the complement caught in her throat. Shane tried again. "Love the boots."

  Tess smiled, leaning in, "Thank you" She lowered her voice, "Me too. Anthony brought them back after his last trip to Italy." Her voice took on a sing-song quality. "Love them."

  The men emerged from the crowd next, emulating the businessman’s casual look dressed in dockers and polos. Simple. Sharp.

  “The driver’s here?” Ryan asked, moving close to her so they could talk above the murmur of the crowded hall.

  She checked her phone and nodded. The app showed their car had just arrived. “He’s just pulling up around the drive. He’ll take just a few more minutes.”

  Ryan nodded, turning to the rest of the group. “It’ll take a few minutes, if you want to make yourselves comfortable.” Ryan looked around the hall for a place to sit. “There.”

  Shane felt the gentle pressure of Tess's hand on her arm. "I'm going to say goodbye to Anthony. I'll be right back."

  Shane nodded, “Okay, sure.” She said, smiling. Tess slipped away, making her way through the crowd toward Harvest.

  Shane watched as Anthony emerged from the restaurant's entrance. He was wearing his chef's coat with his arms pushed up slightly, and his hair tousled. He'd seen her. Shane could tell by the way his eyes lit up. She could see it even from here, through the crowd and the hustle.

  She felt Ryan at her side. “You look great.” No one could hear them. No one cared about the words they exchanged. Being in the crowd was almost like being alone. People saw you, but no-one really saw you. She felt his fingers graze her side first over and then under her silky top. His fingers moved along the waistband of her slacks. His fingers were exploring, finding their way from the curve of her waist to her back. Tingles spread from his fingers like ripples in a pond.