Loading...Tequila shots, mistletoe and the most stupid decision of my life.
It was ten months ago but I still couldn’t meet Nathan Reese’s eyes.
And it grated.
Not just because of the stupid, stupid Christmas party sex I regretted with all my being, but because after the meeting I’d just endured I really, really wanted to glare at him right now. And I couldn’t because every time I looked at him I thought of when he….when I let him….
Oh, what I wouldn’t do for a magic brain squeegee.
I risked a brief glance across the table. He was grinning at me. Bastard. I couldn’t remember the last time that Nathan met a team target. So why was he grinning across the table at me when he should have been shamefaced?
Because the man had no shame.
It wasn’t lack of ability that held him back, no, Nathan was just lazy.
Bone lazy.
He’d floated up the ladder on charm, good looks and zero substance. As someone who’d fought tooth and nail for every promotion and every rung of the corporate ladder, his effortless promotions drove me absolutely insane. The Good ol’ Southern Boy act he had going on worked with everyone but me.
It’d sure worked with Lucille Marsden, the new Eastern Division Team Director. Lucille who had just accused me of not being a team player—because of him.
Me. Margot Richards. Not a team player.
Not a team player? I was the dictionary definition of team player. I did everything for the team. Gave my all, blood sweat and tears and every other stupid cliché. All I’d asked was if we should start to take individual targets into account when it came to quarterly figure bonuses. From the look on her face I may as well have suggested the wholesale slaughter of puppies. It wasn’t just Lucille who’d reacted badly; they’d all looked at me as if I was Cruella De Ville.
They all thought I had some sort of evil agenda to reconfigure the bonus structure. I wasn’t trying to weasel anyone out of a bonus. They’d all completely missed the point.
I loved working for Leyton Resource Recovery. I’d come to the firm straight out of college when it was just a fledgling company in the relatively new field of environmental resource recovery and emission reduction consultation. I lived for the company and its ideals—especially their inclusive management policies. I was all for fostering a cooperative rather than competitive corporate environment. I didn’t want to completely buck the ethos of collective targets. I just wanted, I just wanted…wanted…
To punish lazy ass Nathan Reese.
That’s what I wanted.
“What is your problem?” I hissed at him across the table, hating the way I sounded, like some sort of demented shrew. I wasn’t like this—this angry, bitter person—it was him, just him that made me act this way.
He laughed.
Chuckled softly—as if I were mildly amusing—which only made me hate him more. We were the last ones left in the boardroom. I’d stayed because if I hadn’t practically glued my butt to the seat, gripping the arms of the chair, I would’ve stormed out of the room in a career ending tantrum. I was not getting up from my chair until my legs no longer shook with Nathan Reese induced rage.
But, as if he could sense how close I was to cracking—how much I wanted to knock his stupid grinning block off—Nathan had stayed behind to mock me with his melodic chuckle.
“My problem sweetheart? What’s your problem? I’m not the one white knucklin’ it through meetings.”
“White knuckle it? I am not, I’m….” My righteous indignation fizzled out as I realized my fingers had gone numb from grip induced blood loss. Peeling my fingers from the arms of the chair, I took a deep breath and started an internal chant.
I am calm. I am calm. I am calm.
I was doing a really good job of calming myself—the white dots had faded from my peripheral vision and I could no longer actually feel my elevated heart beat in my forehead—when he started to hum.
That rat bastard.
Santa Baby—the song that had been playing when we…when he…
Oh Lord, I couldn’t go there, not right now.
I forced myself to look up meet his wicked pretty boy blue eyes. I spoke slowly, in an effort to keep the shrill rage that sang in my blood from seeping into my voice, “My problem, Nathan, is that you couldn’t meet a target to save your lazy worthless life.”
“Really?” he drawled.
I’d just called him lazy and worthless and the man didn’t even have the decency to sound mildly irritated. He just tilted his head, as if I’d told him something interesting. “Margot, I’ll meet those targets. In fact I’ll not only meet them darlin’, I’ll exceed yours.”
I couldn’t help the loud snort. He had to be kidding. Right? There was no way he was serious. In the last year he’d never even come close to meeting target.
“Right. Yeah.” I leant across the table and punctuated each word with a mocking wag of my head. “In. Your. Dreams.”
The Good Ol’ Boy façade disappeared momentarily and soft blue eyes turned ice cold. “Want. To. Bet. Miss Richards?”
Suddenly I was worried—afraid actually—which made no sense at all because he didn’t have a snowball’s chance of even catching my figures let alone exceeding them. Targets were due in less than three weeks. But, for some reason I didn’t want to bet. I didn’t want to risk the intent of whatever was lurking in that glacial gaze.
I didn’t answer. Deciding to be the adult, I just got up walked around the table heading calmly for the exit. With each considered step I was making it clear to him that I was far too mature to play games.
I was enjoying playing the maturity card but as I brushed past him he reached out and took my arm. “Afraid?” he dared me in that soft southern accent of his.
I shook his hand off. “Yeah. Right. I’m trembling. Absolutely terrified. Shaking right down to my booty.” I turned, tilted my butt at him and shook, crumping it like an extra in a rap music video.
Maturity card revoked.
He laughed. A delicious rumble that no doubt had every female ear within listening distance sighing at the sound—everyone except me. He stood, leaned in close, so close his stubble rough chin brushed my ear, and I had to fight a shudder. Spooning up against my butt he murmured, “How about we bet on that booty?”
I spun around and pushed him away with a two handed shove to his chest. “What?”
“The bet is for your butt Miss Richards. Too hot for you? Do you want to back down?”
I looked at the open conference room doors to check no one had heard his words before hissing, “Goes both ways buddy. You ready to face that loss pretty boy?” I looked pointedly down at his butt which made him laugh again.
“I think I’m pretty safe,” he said.
Which made me mad. Ridiculously furious. Stupid enough to hold out my hand and say, “You’re on pretty boy.”
Stupid, not because I thought he could win, but because it was beneath me to engage him at all.
“Sweetheart I’m going to spank you into next week,” he said with a bemused look at my outstretched hand.
“You wish.” I glared which only made his smile turn into a grin. I was about to draw back my unshaken hand when he took it and pulled me against him. He leaned in—his mouth against my ear—sandalwood and the hot scent of man wafted with him. “Oh darlin’ we both know the truth. Don’t we?”
The sound of his voice. The smell of his skin. The heat of his body against me brought it all tumbling back.
Cuervo. Ertha Kitt purring in song. Mistletoe hung in the office doorway. The taste of rum and cake fondant on his lips. The heat of his hand slapping down on my butt. The hard wooden edge of the desk biting into my hip bones. The sound of my voice crying out in orgasm, begging for more.
That night.
That stupid reckless night he’d circled a finger wet with my own cum against my asshole. Round and around he’d teased that secret place, each stroke slightly deeper, until he pushed inside. His deep voice rumbling at my ear telling me the next time me took me it would be there.
I shook off the memory.
There had been no next time. There would be no next time. There was not enough tequila in the world to make me go there again.
“You’re so uptight. So highly strung Margot. I can help you with that,” he murmured bringing his hand down to rest on the curve of my ass.
A shot of heat rocketed through me at the touch.
I stepped away embarrassed at how wet that the memories had made me. What was it about his man? How could he could make me so angry and still want him? I was about to recant the bet. Tell him it was all a big stupid mistake when he brought a finger up to my lips.
“Shh Margot, no time to talk, I’ve got to get back to it if I’m going to beat your figures.”
And then he left. Not quickly. Still in that ‘all the time in the world’ Southern way he sauntered out of the conference room and back to his office.
* * * *
Sheena found me at my desk. As I knew she would. I’d deliberately avoided the lunchroom in the vain hope I could avoid this conversation but all it seemed I’d done was delay the inevitable.
“So,” she said, leaning over my desk, “Grinchy poo. I hear you’re trying to steal away our collective bonuses.”
I didn’t reply.
She sat down at my guest chair unasked and rolled in close, bringing a waft of tobacco and Opium perfume with her. “You know what the problem is don’t you?”
I knew where this was going.
Where it always went with Sheena…
“You need to fuck that man out of your system”
…below the belt.
According to Sheena there wasn’t a damn thing in the world that couldn’t be fixed by a good fucking. From the crisis in the Middle East to a bad hair day—she always managed to find a way to bring it all down to sex.
I sighed and brought my head down to softly bang it on the desk. “Remind me again why exactly it is that you’re my best friend?”
She laughed, the sound like honey over gravel—the product of a lifetime affection for the flavors of Malboro Country. “Because you’d need to leave work to find someone else and …”
I cut in, finishing her sentence, “….I know all about you but like you anyway.”
“Uh huh.”
She stroked a hand along my downturned head. “You need a haircut honey. Why don’t you take off early today? Lord knows you’ve got time owing.”
I sat up and ran a hand through my hair brushing back my long bangs. “I can’t I need to…”
“You need get fucked. You need to get a haircut. You need to get a life. That’s what you need. The earth is not going to fall into carbon chaos because you leave Leyton a little early to get a trim.”
I sighed. My bangs yet again falling across my face. I blew them back with huff of air. Maybe she had a point, but she knew I was too stubborn to admit it.
We stared at each other, me frowning through a curtain of hair and her smiling that perfect fake beauty queen smile at me. I cracked first. If it hadn’t been for that meeting and stupid Nathan Reese maybe I would’ve had the stamina to keep up the stare off, but I folded. It was his fault. Everything was his fault.
“All right,” I said.
Sheena stood up. “I know I’m right,” she said as her beauty queen smile grew into a big shit eating grin.
“I didn’t say you were right.”
She cupped a hand over her ear, “What was that? Didn’t hear anything after you said I was right.”
I muttered a futile, “Bitch,” to her retreating form. She paused at the doorway and called back at me over her shoulder, “Oh I booked your appointment for four o’clock with Pierre at Chez Belle. Don’t be late. Do as you’re told.”
“What? I only want a cut. Nothing else,” I yelled, but she was already around the corner.
I returned the next day trimmed, dyed, buffed, waxed, polished and almost four hundred dollars poorer. Despite the unexpected outlay of cash I was feeling pretty good about myself—until I saw him.
He was leaning against the doorjamb of the office looking just like one of the big cats I’d seen on National Geographic last night. With his tawny blonde hair and predatory smile it was easy to imagine him as the head of a lion pride. He raked his eyes from my head to toe and then slowly back up again. It made me nervous the way he looked at me. I stopped. Stood right in the middle of the hall. I hadn’t realized that I’d frozen like stunned prey until someone brushed past my arm and I jumped.
He laughed.
Furious, I stalked over to him and slapped a hand against his chest. He caught it, holding it tight. “What?” he said with annoying faux innocence.
I snorted, wrenched my hand from his and pushed past him into my office throwing my bag down on the desk.
Marlie, the woman I’d shared with for the last two years, was on maternity leave so I had the office all to myself. I liked it that way. I wasn’t really a shared space kind of girl. In a perfect world I’d have a corner office.
Nathan entered unasked and perched his tight butt on Marlie’s desk. I ignored him, booted up the computer and checked my emails as if he didn’t exist.
He cleared his throat.
I kept my eyes fixed on the screen.
He laughed and I felt an angry beat start to throb in my forehead.
“You look gorgeous darlin’.”
I turned to look at him. So he’d complimented me, was I expected to thank him now? Unlikely.
“I know,” I said with a snarl.
Chuckling, he stepped forward to lean down on my desk. He pushed aside the paperwork and rested on his elbows. Arrogant prick. I glared. He leaned in closer.
“Sheena told me you left early yesterday for a Salon visit.”
I nodded.
He brought a hand up and tugged at a curling lock of my hair. “You had your hair done.”
I nodded again.
“Anything else?”
I pushed away from the desk, rolling my chair back to get away from him. From his smell. His presence.
His eyes slid down my body and paused deliberately at the juncture of my legs. His gaze a searing heat that I felt throb between my tense thighs.
I’d been waxed. More than I’d expected, apparently Sheena had gotten to Pierre with some special requests. I’d balked at the full Brazilian as I preferred my playing field to be at least slightly grassed.
How did he know?
“Sheena,” I muttered.
He laughed, pushed back from the desk to stand, and nodded.
“She told you? She told you about my waxing?” I couldn’t believe she’d do that! Why would she do that?
He laughed again, louder. When he finished he said, “Oh darlin’ she told me you’d been to the Salon. You told me you’d gotten all waxed.”
My face flushed fire engine red.
“Did you do it for me?” he asked, cocking his head.
“Did I? Did I?” I stuttered, “Are you serious? Are you seriously asking me that?”
“No. Not really. I just like playing with you. I better get back to it. So should you considering how early you left yesterday you’ll have a lot of catching up to do.”
I was still gaping open mouthed long after he’d gone. Sheena found me that way.
“Oh babe the hair looks great. What? What?” She looked over her shoulder. “What are you looking at?”
I shook my head.
She nodded and took a seat on Marlie’s desk. “Aaah, Nate was here wasn’t he?”
“Yes he was. Asshole.”
“Why do you hate that man so much?”
“He’s lazy. He hasn’t done a thing since he got here. He just swans around looking perfect and getting what he wants.”
“Really? Hmmmm.” Sheena cocked a brow and tilted her head.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” I snapped.
“The world is all black and white to you isn’t it? Good and bad. No shades of gray.”
“There’s no gray here,” I said pushing forward the last quarter report I’d been reading yesterday afternoon, “It’s here in black and white who works and who doesn’t. Nate doesn’t. He hasn’t since he transferred from New York last year.”
Sheena shook her head. “Sometimes honey the real story isn’t in the paperwork. It’s in the person.”
“I know the person,” I said, “He’s a smarmy arrogant prick. That’s the person. Look I’ve got to work. If all you’ve got are cryptic statements about Nathan Reese can we reschedule this conversation for lunch…or maybe never?”
Sheena shook her head again before nodding quickly and walking to the door to leave. She paused at the doorway, turned and said, “Work. Margot, honey, there’s more to life than just doing a good job. Nathan Reese is the only thing I’ve seen you passionate about other than carbon emission reduction or the Obama campaign. I want you to think about that. Surely that means something.”
“It means nothing. He means nothing.”
She shrugged and said over her shoulder as she left, “I’m not telling you to marry the guy. Just fuck him a little.”
As angry as she’d made me with all her cryptic comments about Nathan I couldn’t help but laugh at her departing retort.
Fuck him a little.
I’d already done that. On this very desk in fact. My traitorous nipples hardened at the memory. I shut down the flashback before it took hold of my whole body and turned back to my computer screen. I had work to do, I didn’t have time for Nathan Reese.
I worked right through lunch. Sheena popped her head in briefly to scold me but I ignored her and kept on. It wasn’t until I looked up from the computer screen to stretch my aching back that I realized the hallway lights were off. It was dark. I looked down to my watch and saw that it was almost eight o’clock. My stomach growled in protest. I pushed back from my desk, stood up and went in search of the nearest vending machine.
I was standing in front of the vending machine trying to justify the combination of Cheetos and Resse’s Peanut Butter cups as a nutritious dinner when the elevator doors slid open. I smelt him before I saw him. Thai food. The aroma of spicy lime and garlic wafted through the air almost making me swoon.
“Cheetos for dinner?”
“And Peanut Butter Cups,” I retorted.
Nathan laughed. “Right, because that makes all the difference.”
“Of course it does.” Holding up the Cheetos I said, “Grain,” and then the Peanut Butter Cups, “Dairy.”
He lifted up the plastic bag of food he held in his left hand, “Reese’s Thai. Enough for two. Want some?”
I shook my head as my stomach screamed out an embarrassing growling yes. Nathan pointedly looked down at my still grumbling stomach the corner of his mouth twitching in an amused smirk.
“All right,” I said reaching out to grab the bag from his hand, “Let’s do this then.”
“With such a gracious acceptance I’m more than happy to comply.” He swept his hand out in front of him and gave a little bow. “Please lead the way.”
I scowled, turned on my heel and strode off towards the break room. He grabbed my arm, his fingers clasping around my wrist. “Uh uh,” he said, “my office.”
“Why?”
“Because it’s my food and I get to say where we eat it.”
I wanted to tell him where to shove his food but the thought of going back to a Cheeto and chocolate dinner made me bite back the words.
“Fine,” I said jerking my arm from his hand.
He released my wrist and with a slight smile he brought his hand up to my face. He stroked one finger from my forehead to jaw and then tucked a loose strand of hair behind my ear. I sucked in a breath that would not release. He stepped closer. I sighed, closed my eyes, tilted my chin and waited—ready for a kiss that did not come.
He stepped away. I felt the loss of his closeness as a cold shudder down my body. What a fool! What was I thinking waiting for him to kiss me? I looked up, expecting to see him smirking at me, but instead…
The air sucked from my lungs again as I met his eyes.
Blue fire. Heat swept across me. A wave of wanting that almost buckled my knees.
“Let’s go,” he said.
“Go?”
He pointed down at the forgotten plastic bag hanging from my hand. “Oh, dinner,” I said and nodded, stepping off to follow him to his office.
His office was on the corner. Two windows with a view and no sharing. Another reason to dislike him. He didn’t flick the light as we entered which I thought odd. I was about to turn the light on myself when he switched on a desk lamp, bathing the room in soft yellow.
“Nice,” I said pointing at the old fashioned brass desk lamp.
“My grandfather gave it to me,” he answered as he dragged his chair out from behind the desk and placed it beside the guest chair. “Take a seat.”
I did, wishing that he hadn’t moved his seat so close to mine. His knee bumped against me as he sat down. He reached into the bag and pulled out the little food cartons, two bottles of water and two sets of cutlery.
Two?
I took the offered cutlery and couldn’t help myself. I never could. Unanswered curiosity ate at me. “Why two sets?” I asked.
“I knew you were still here. I knew you wouldn’t have eaten.”
“Hey!” I protested pointing down to the Reese Cups I’d stashed in the pocket of my skirt.
He rolled his eyes. “Real food. I knew you wouldn’t have eaten real food.”
“So,” I said shoveling an overloaded fork full of Pad Thai into my mouth, “Why do you care?”
“I care,” he said locking those blue eyes on me.
I was suddenly nervous. So I did what came naturally at those moments. I started an incoherent babble of useless information, “The Thai don’t use chopsticks. No chopsticks. Did you know that? A fork and spoon. That’s what they use. One of the only Asian nations to do so. The fork is used to place food onto the spoon. You eat from the spoon. Taksin after annexation of the….”
He reached out gently touching my knee. It sort of rebooted me and halted the babble.
“Eat,” he said.
“‘Right. Eat.”
We ate in silence. I ate more than I needed to just to keep my mouth busy. Otherwise I would have blurted out all the questions that itched just below the surface. Why did he care? What did he want from me?
“Thanks for dinner,” I said, taking a last gulp of my water before standing up
“No problem,” he answered hooking his hand around my hip and dragging me down to him. I stumbled, spreading my legs to keep balance. He thrust a thigh between my open legs and pushed wider as he pulled me down, forcing me to straddle him.
Both hands slid up my skirt pulling the fabric until it bunched up around my hips. His thumbs ran along my inside thighs, right up until they brushed the edge of my panties. I couldn’t help it, I rocked forward in obvious invitation.
He chuckled. The sound almost brought me back to my senses, but his teeth found my nipple.
Fuck.
Heat coursed through me as he tugged roughly on the tender tip.
Rough. Hard. Yes. Yes, that’s what I wanted. What I needed. How did he know?
His fingers gripped the round of my thigh, biting into the skin as his thumb came under the elastic edge of my panties. He shifted lower, dipping into the pool of wet heat his touch had created. He thrust inside, coating his thumb and then dragged it back up to my clit.
Fuck.
Slippery wet with my need, his thumb played my clit with precision. I rocked into his hand, arching my back and pushing against the thumb, urging it on.
“Tell me,” he said, his mouth still on my nipple, his words vibrating against my skin.
“What?”
“Tell me you want this…that you want me.”
His words penetrated the fog of lust bringing me back into the real world. What they hell was I doing rutting on Nathan Reese’s lap?
“No!” I righted my feet on the ground and pushed up. Off his lap to stand over him. His hand slipped from my panties as I did.
I placed my hands on his shoulders for balance and stepped off his lap. With shaking hands I smoothed my skirt back down. When I was no longer exposed I said, “I don’t want this. I don’t want you.”
He laughed—a hollow sound. Bringing his still wet thumb up to his mouth he dragged the tip across his bottom lip and then swooped his tongue across the slick.
“You lie,” he said, “You know it. I know it.”
“Rubbish. It’s not you. It’s just been a while. I could have reacted to anyone like that.”
“How long?” he asked.
Ten months, I thought, but I answered “None of your business.”
“Go then,” he said, pointing at the door, “Run away Margot. You’re safe in your little lies for now.”
“What do you mean for now?” I cursed myself for responding. Why couldn’t I just let it go? Why did I always have to know?
He took a step towards me. “When I win our bet. Before I take that ass of yours I’m going to make you admit it. Admit that you want me.”
“Yeah? You…” I stopped myself before I added the childish and whose army but I couldn’t stop myself from stepping up and drilling a finger into his chest.
He pulled my finger back from his chest and enclosed my hand in his. “You will beg Margot Richards.”
“Not likely,” I hissed, pulled away and stalked out of his office. I was two steps down the hall when I stopped, turned on my heel and went back to his open door. He was seated at his desk, oddly staring at the lamp on his desk.
“Thanks for dinner.”
He looked up and shot me a smile that, if I was even remotely inclined to be honest, I’d have to admit made my knees turn to water. Rather than honesty I gave an angry humph and turned back to the hallway.
* * * *
“He cheated,” I whispered staring slack jawed at the email I had just received.
“Who cheated?” Sheena asked. She was perched on the edge of my desk inspecting her nails, waiting for me to finish up so that we could grab after work drinks.
“Nathan Reese has topped targets.”
“I know,” she said with complete indifference to the mix of adrenalin, panic, lust and rage that was swirling in equal parts through my body. I hadn’t told Sheena about the bet. It felt too stupid and childish to speak of and as it had to do with Nathan Reese and sex I had no doubt Sheena would be on his side.
“What do you mean you know?”
“He’s just taken back his full account load. So of course he’d top the list.”
“What?” the word came out as a high pitched screech.
“He’s been on half time. He came here from New York to look after his Granddad who’s now gone into a full time care facility now, so he’s back full time.”
“How did I not know this?”
“Maybe because you never leave your office? Maybe if you spoke to someone other than me…”
I held up my hand, “Whoa there I do talk to you. So why didn’t you tell me?”
“After the Christmas party fucking you had your knickers in such a knot you,” she sighed, held up her fingers to make air quote marks and said, “forbade me from mentioning his name.”
OK so maybe that was all true. Maybe he wasn’t as lazy as I thought. But he was certainly as sneaky as I thought. He knew he was going back full time. The bet was loaded! Skewed in his favor the whole damn time.
“Where are we going for drinks?”
She frowned, “The Quest, where we always go.”
“No. Let’s go to Flynn’s.”
“Flynns?” Margot raised her brows so high they almost shot off her face, “You hate Flynns. That’s where everyone goes.”
“I know.” That’s where he would be. The sneaky lying rat bastard.
He wasn’t there. Yet another reason for my anger to fester. I hated Flynn’s. It was a favorite of the Brooks Brother’s clad banking set and unfortunately—due mainly to proximity—Leyton’s Resource Recovery. I seethed for a good thirty minutes for the man of the hour to arrive. He didn’t so I left an obliviously happy Sheena to her cocktail (and naive young Merchant banker) and went back across the street to see if he was still in his office.
He was. Waiting for me apparently, because when I banged open his door he did little more than lean back in his chair and grin.
“You cheated.”
“Not exactly true Ms. Richards. All of the information was available. You just didn’t source it.”
The truth of his words stung.
“Let’s get this done then,” I said in an adrenalin fueled flash of bravado that I regretted the moment my lips sealed around the words.
“Lock the door,” he issued the command and stood.
My heart thumped. My throat constricted.
I moved to his door in a fugue. Not sure how exactly my shaking fingers worked the locking mechanism.
I turned back to him. Heat and fearful chill rode in conflicting waves over my body. I broke out in a sweat at the same time that goose pimples raced across my skin.
Over his desk he’d said he wanted me, I remembered, so on legs loose with fear I stepped up until my thighs butted against the wood.
He’d moved from the desk to come up behind me. I steeled my legs, locking my knees. I refused to let him see me shake. He nestled in close. I could feel the heat of his body.
I turned my head, looking over my shoulder but not making eye contact. “Skirt on or off?” I asked with feigned indifference.
He chuckled, a deep rumbling sound that vibrated against my neck.
“So eager,” he murmured.
“Just get it done,” I ground out the words through clenched teeth.
“No,” he said.
“What do you mean no? It was your stupid idea!” I spun around and found myself trapped between his arms. He’d leant in to rest his palms on the desk.
He spoke against the curve of my neck, “No I don’t want to get it done,” his lips trailing soft kisses down the taut tendons between each word, “I. Want. You. Wet. Wanting. Begging.”
“I won’t beg,” I said even as I arched my neck back to give his sinful mouth more room to move.
“You will.” He brought a hand up to my chin to tip my face up to look at him. “You loved it last time. You wanted more didn’t you?”
I fought the hold he had on my chin and shook my head.
He lowered his mouth to me, his lips moving on mine he said, “Liar.”
I opened to him without thought. I let his tongue come to mine, sighing in pleasure as the wet tip played me so well. Good. So good. That’s how I’d fallen last time. It hadn’t been the tequila. It had been his mouth. That’s what’d intoxicated me into spreading my legs.
I arched into him, loving the feel of his hard chest pressing into my breasts.
His mouth left mine and I couldn’t help the disappointed sigh that issued at the loss. He slid to his knees. I looked down at him as his hands slowly came up my calves. His hands paused at my knees to spread my legs wider. I did so without protest.
Under my skirt the fingers came. Slipping, sliding along the sensitive soft skin of my inner thighs. The skirt trapped my legs and as I tried to spread them wider, suddenly I wanted it off.
Wanted it all off.
I brought my fingers down to the side zip of my skirt but they wouldn’t co-operate. I fumbled at the tab. Frustrated, I let out a muttered curse that made him laugh. Reality intervened at the sound and I realized then how quick I’d been to capitulate. I fumed at the thought, Oh, how he must love that! I let go of the zip in a huff and looked down, ready to give him a mouthful when I saw his eyes. There was no laughter there, no triumph, only raw naked need.
It hit me hard. Air left my lungs in a woosh. Reality dissolved away with the need I had to be fucked.
The air changed then in that moment. Became electric, sparking with the tinder of our need. I tore at the side of my skirt, a ripping sound rent the air but I didn’t care. I wanted it off.
All off. Right now.
He helped me pull down the skirt. It pooled at my feet leaving me standing in just my heels and knee high stockings. I went to step out of my shoes but he shook his head and rasped out the word, “No.”
I was wearing boy leg panties. Nothing fancy, no lace just pink cotton but still they made him groan. I felt a flush of pleasure at the sound.
His fingers attacked my blouse, pulling at the pearled buttons with complete disregard. I heard one ping on the bookshelf as he plucked my blouse open. He stood then and pulled the blouse over my shoulders, running his hand down my arms to push it off completely. He stepped away and looked at me. I fought the urge to cover myself, digging my fingers into the edge of the desk.
Time stood still as he looked his fill. The rasp of my breath broke the silence of the office. I waited. Tense. My nipples beaded painfully, my pussy wet I waited.
I wasn’t used to waiting. Control was not something I gave easily. I was strung taut like a vibrating string as I waited for him to make his move.
His movements seemed deliberately slow as he came back to stand close. As if he’d calmed after the urgency of removing my clothes. He didn’t speak, instead murmuring indistinct sounds of pleasure as he slid his hands across my skin. He explored me as if mapping my topography, fingers trailing each dip and curve with intense concentration. I moaned and shifted my hips, impatient for the fingers to move south. He ignored the insistent movement of my hips and kept on with his torturously slow exploration.
When his fingers slid across the curve of my stomach and brushed against the elastic edge of panties I groaned, “Yes.” I’d thought he’d dip lower and finally touching my pussy but instead he brought his hands to my hips and rotated me to stand facing the desk.
His fingers moved teasingly across the round of my ass and then slid down to cup my ankles, pulling my legs further apart. I had to lean forward to keep my balance, resting my elbows on his desk.
Massaging hands moved up my calves, talented fingers digging into the muscle until tense become almost liquid. At my knees he brought his mouth into play, trailing wet kisses at the sensitive bend. I couldn’t help the roll of my hips, my body moved without thought, rocking in pleasure. I sighed as thumbs dug into muscle, soothing knots and aches. Where his fingers went his mouth followed, kissing, biting, licking and finally stroking with the stubble rough edge of his chin.
When his hands came up to cup my ass I waited, ready for him to strip me of my panties. He didn’t. Instead he slipped his thumbs under the square edge of my boy leg panties and drew them up. He pulled until the fabric wedged between my ass cheeks and rocked against my wet slit and throbbing clit. I came up on my toes with a gasp as he tugged on my panties with devastating effect.
I could come like this, I realized as the wet fabric strafed my clit. I pushed back, urging him on with my gasps and moans.
“Yes. Yes,” I cried as I felt the tell tale build of a coming orgasm.
And he stopped with a slap to my ass.
“No yet,” he said and I literally bit down the urge to cry out, sinking my teeth painfully into my bottom lip.
He stripped me of my panties in one move. Two hands took the edge and pulled down fast. He tapped my leg when the panties, stretched to their limit, reached my knees. When I didn’t move fast enough he tore the panties at the gusset. The two scraps fell to my shoes.
I didn’t have time to protest, the moment my butt was bare he slid my legs open wider and pushed his face in my ass. His hands went to my butt cheeks, fingers splayed he spread me open. I cried out in shock the moment his tongue hit my asshole. Little laps. I found myself sounding out in time with his tongue, “Uh, uh, uh, uh…”
The feeling was incredible. I’d never felt anything like it. I rocked back against his mouth. My hands splayed and grasped at the table top. Paper slid beneath my flailing arms and scrunched in my fisting fingers. One hand left my ass to come between my legs. His thumb, I think it was his thumb, dipped teasingly into my wet pussy and then up to my clit. He circled the swollen nub in time with the tongue pressing against my asshole. I felt the tight pucker relax at the insistent push of his tongue.
The tongue. The thumb at my clit. I succumbed.
My mouth pressed into the wood. I cried out wordless animal noises, squeals and grunts.
“Uh, uh. uh, eeeeee,” I felt my asshole contract on his tongue. His thumb gave one final flick of my clit and then his fingers went down to plunge into my pussy. I rode out the orgasm on his hand, contracting on his fingers.
Spent, I slipped forward, spreading papers onto the floor as I collapsed my torso onto his desktop. As I lay splayed on his desk he came up behind me. I felt the press of his erection nestled between my butt cheeks. The feel of his hard cock right there made me remember the forfeit still to be paid and I tensed. He ran a hand down my now rigid back, along the spine. “Relax,” he said as his slowly moved bump by bump down the ridge of my spine.
I couldn’t relax. All I could think of was the size of his cock and the size of my asshole, which made me flinch tight. He leant over me, his mouth at the base of my neck he murmured, “It’s OK. I won’t hurt you. I’d never hurt you.”
I lay rigid, unspeaking as his hand continued to stroke the length of my back. I still wore my bra. He stopped at the strap to flick the clasp. When the straps fell open he brought his hands up to my shoulders, with a gentle grip he pulled me up to stand. Taking my weight he pulled me against him. The bra fell free as I stood and he moved his hands around to cup my breasts. His thumbs flicked across the hardened tips of my nipples. He was still fully clothed. His belt buckle felt cold on my lower back. He rotated his hips into me, pushing his cock in slow circles against my ass. The tension that had gripped my body slowly receded as his mouth trailed down my neck.
“So beautiful,” he murmured.
He brought one hand down to cup my pussy, curling his fingers between the wet lips, briefly dipping the tips of two inside. I came up on my toes to give him more access, leaning forward—trusting him to hold me.
“Yes,” he said, pinching the nipple of my left breast, sensation shooting through my body.
“Lean over,” he said as his fingers left my pussy and came behind to rest on my lower back. He gently pushed me forward until my hips hit the edge of the desk. I relaxed, letting him position me where he needed. I felt him go down on his knees again. His hands ran up my inner thighs until his thumbs rested against the slit of my pussy. He slipped one thumb and then the other inside. I waited for him to thrust further but he didn’t, instead slicking the pussy drenched thumbs between my ass to the entrance. He circled the slick thumbs around the sensitive hole. I pushed back and the pressure increased until the thumb slipped inside the ring of muscle. I gasped at the invasion but did not protest. He played, pushing one and then the other thumb inside. I wanted more, so much more. The fleeting pressure not enough. I wanted to be filled.
I started to speak, “Nathan pl…” and then bit back the words.
“What honey, what do you want?”
I didn’t answer, I brought the arm I had rested my forehead on down to my mouth and bit into the flesh.
He continued the teasing little thrusts in my asshole. I pushed back, my body urging him for more. “Say it,” he said and I knew he would give me no more without the words. I resisted, rocking forward my pubic bone hit the edge of the desk and I realized if I shuffled down a little I could make myself come. I shifted my hips, but as if he knew my plan he gripped my hips, forcing me to still. At that same moment he dipped his head between my thighs and came up to take a long lick of my slit.
I groaned and then when his tongue continued back to flick at my asshole I gasped.
His mouth came off my ass and I rocked my hips back to follow. He gripped me still again and said, “Tell me.”
Tell him, my body screamed as my mind still refused. He stood and I lifted my head off the desk looking back over my shoulder. He’d sheathed his cock in a condom at some point, his pants fell open over his hips and his latex covered cock bobbed out thick and hard.
I watched wide eyed as he stroked hands slick with lube down his erection. The words stuck in my throat, he came forward and pressed the wide slippery head of his penis against my asshole. He rocked his hips nudging the tip ever so slightly into my ass. I waited for the stretch, for the plunge but he moved no further.
I looked up at him, meeting blue eyes steely with resolve. “Tell me, please,” I gasped, “Do you want me?”
“Fuck yes,” he growled out, “I want to fuck your stubborn ass.”
It was enough. Enough that I gave in. “Take it. Take it please Nathan, take me.”
He rocked forward, slowly, ever so slowly pushing the head of his cock into my ass. I gasped at the stretch. At the burn. I was about to tell him no more when with a slippery pop he slid through the tight ring of muscle lessening the pain.
He splayed a hand on my lower back as he rocked inside. I savored the feeling of fullness, surprised at how good it felt. I was just used to the slow rocking feeling when he grasped my hips and began to thrust. His full length pushed in and out. The buckle of his belt clanked each time he bottomed out. Each thrust pushed the root of my clit against the desk. I felt a building orgasm. I clenched in anticipation and heard his groan as I did. I did it again. With each thrust I clasped my ass tight around his cock just to hear him groan.
It hit me hard, I was so intent on timing my clenches to his thrusts that the orgasm came upon me almost unannounced. I gasped, rocked back and felt the bizarre and amazing feeling of my ass contracting in orgasm around his cock.
He grunted, thrust and stilled as my muscles shuddered around his length. As my orgasm subsided he started up again. With no rhythm he thrust. Fucked short and then long. Deep and then shallow. Until with a guttural moan he cried out, “Coooooming.”
He collapsed on me, pressing me into the desk. He peppered kisses along my neck and shoulder blade, stopping every now and then to lap at the sweat beaded on my skin. I lay still, enjoying the weight of him on me.
I stayed there flat on the desk, naked and spread eagled even as he stood, disposed of the condom and righted his clothes. Only when he was seated back at his desk did I finally stand. I had a piece of paper stuck to my left breast. I’d gone from the sublime to the ridiculous. I peeled it off held it out to him and said, “I hope that wasn’t important.”
He took it from me with a smile. I searched first for my panties and then realizing they were in two parts I just pulled up my crushed skirt. The zip only went halfway up, torn at the top. My blouse wasn’t great either, two buttons had disappeared and it gaped open at my breasts.
As I looked down at my train wreck of an outfit, Nathan had gotten up from his desk and found his suit jacket. He handed it to me, I pulled it on, it came to mid thigh covering most of the damage. As I rolled up the way too long sleeves Nathan sat on the desk facing me.
“So,” he said, suddenly looking not so sure of himself.
“So,” I parroted back.
“I don’t want to wait another ten months.”
My mouth fell open a little. I clamped it shut and tried to find some way to reply.
“Margot, darlin’ you are the most stubborn, bull headed women I have ever met.”
Angered, I easily found words to answer that! I opened my mouth to spit back a few home truths about him when he reached over and placed a finger on my lips, gently silencing me.
“You want me. I want you. Hell, I’ll admit it! I more than want you. I like you. Every stubborn inch of you. Let’s give this a go.”
As he said the words I knew it was what I wanted. What I really wanted.
“Really? You’re serious,” I whispered.
“You bet your ass sweet thing,” he said pulling me forward to take my mouth in a brain melting kiss.
“Yes,” I murmured against his lips.
“Finally,” he said, kissing me hard once more.