Tempt Me

by S. E. Lund

  We'd fuck our brains out for an hour, and then, both of us would return to work for the rest of the day and no one would be the wiser.

  Hopefully, I could convince her to return after work and spend the rest of the night with me. We'd have another round of fucking, and then room service, a hot tub bath, and more fucking before going to sleep on the luxurious bed, the curtains open to show the gorgeous skyline.

  That was my plan.

  As I went to bed that night, after yet another pitiful round of spanking the monkey while I imagined Ella and I going at it in the hotel room, I fell into my bed and slept like a baby.

  I'd find out soon enough if my offer was enticing enough to overcome Ella's reluctance.

  Chapter Nineteen

  Ella

  I had to make a decision.

  I paced my office, the box of manuscripts unopened on my desk. A new box had come in overnight and I had yet to finish the box I'd received from Sharon the previous day. I had no idea how many authors were out there, looking for a chance to see their book in print. They'd have to wait for I had to finish up the current crop and write up some cover for the ones I had selected to discuss with Sharon. Several dozen manuscripts lay on top of my desk. Among them were my favorite out of all the manuscripts I'd read since starting but I was only supposed to bring five.

  Of course, the decision wasn't about which manuscripts to choose for my meeting in fifteen minutes.

  It was whether I could afford to take an hour off to go to the Ritz-Carlton and meet with my boss for a mind-blowing fuck on a huge king-sized bed.

  My body was uncomfortably warm and swollen as I stood in front of the desk and held the room key in my hand. I had to get the image of a naked Josh standing over me, his erect cock sliding in and out of my body if I hoped to speak anything more than gibberish to Sharon in the meeting I was going to in ten minutes. I put the room key into my bag and then sat back down and opened the first manuscript, going over my notes in the hopes of distracting myself from my thoughts of Josh.

  Finally, my cell alarm beeped and I had to leave to go to Sharon's office. I pulled the manuscripts into one file and brought my notes along with me. For the next two hours until lunch, I sat with Sharon, drinking coffee and talking about each manuscript and why I thought they were worth considering.

  Sharon seemed pleased with my choices and promised to look at each one on her own and make a decision. As I was getting ready to leave, I stopped in the doorway.

  "Is it okay if I take an hour off this afternoon? I have something to pick up downtown and I'll need time. I'll work through my lunch so I won't miss any time."

  "Take the rest of the afternoon off after three if you need it. You've been staying late so you're probably way ahead of the eight ball anyway. I'll see you tomorrow."

  "Thanks," I said, relieved that I wouldn't have to rush back to the office after... If I decided to go, that is.

  I still hadn't decided whether to go.

  I got back to my office and sat down behind my desk, and while it was now lunch time, I wasn't hungry. In fact, I felt like I needed a stiff drink. I had to work up my nerve to decide one way or the other whether to go.

  ELLA: What should I do?

  STEPH: GO! GO DAMMIT!

  ELLA: *sigh* My boss gave me the afternoon off after three, so if I want, I don't have to rush back. If I don't go to the hotel I think I may go and get a tub of ice cream and eat the whole thing alone in my tiny apartment in Chelsea.

  STEPH: Going to the hotel will work off calories so if you want, go spend the night with him, and then get a tub of ice cream and eat it off his body.

  ELLA: You're crazy!

  STEPH: I'm hungry and haven't gone to lunch yet. I also need a man. A man or a tub of Dutch chocolate ice cream. The really good stuff. Preferably both at the same time.

  ELLA: Okay, I'm going to go.

  STEPH: FINALLY... good choice. You won't regret it. People regret not doing something.

  ELLA: They also regret doing stupid things. What if this is stupid?

  STEPH: You're attracted to him. He's attracted to you. You're both young and attractive. I don't see the issue.

  ELLA: Other than he's my boss...

  STEPH: Small detail.

  ELLA: Rather important detail.

  STEPH: Go, see how it feels to be with him. If you like it and he likes it, keep it up. If not, move on. It's simple. Only a fool would make it more difficult.

  ELLA: Okay.

  STEPH: Text me when you can. I'll be sitting here in my jammies eating Dutch chocolate ice cream and wishing I was in your shoes.

  ELLA: I will.

  STEPH: Who loves you?

  ELLA: XOXOXOX

  I sat back and smiled to myself. Steph could always talk me down from a bad choice and she'd never steered me wrong before. She didn't really like Jerkface and had always suggested I date other men before I got married -- so I'd know for sure I had picked the right guy for my husband. She was probably right about Josh, too.

  I went to the office kitchen and took out my lunch, which I had picked up on the way to work. I sat at my desk and worked through lunch, noshing on a pastrami sandwich on rye but did not indulge in the side of garlic pickle, not wanting to ruin my chances with Josh. When three o'clock came around, I packed up my things, reached into my bag to find the small black hotel room key with the Ritz-Carlton logo on it, and left the office. It was only two thirty and the Ritz-Carlton wasn't very far away. I'd be early, but if so, I wanted to go to one of the hotel's public restrooms and brush my teeth, freshen up before I went up to the room.

  My stomach was all in knots as I arrived at the front of the hotel. I stopped and looked up and down the street, taking in the experience of actually being there. Across the street from the hotel was Central Park and directly across from the entry was a bronze statue of Jose de San Martin. When I walked up to the front doors, I saw two black-suited doormen in top hats, who opened the doors when I approached.

  "Good afternoon, Miss," one of them said. "Welcome to the Ritz-Carlton."

  "Thank you," I said and entered the plush interior. I walked around the entrance and tried to brand it all into my memory so I'd never forget it, no matter what happened with Josh. I smiled at the front desk clerks and made my way to the public washroom beside the bar, where I spent about ten minutes freshening up. My hands were actually shaking just a bit at the prospect of going up to the room, wondering if Josh was already there.

  I left the room and went to the reception area, taking one of the plush seats and checking my cell.

  ELLA: I'm here, in the lobby. I'm so nervous!

  STEPH: You're almost there. YOU GO GIRL!

  ELLA: Wish me luck.

  STEPH: You don't need it.

  STEPH: XOXOX

  ELLA: Back at you. XOXO

  I took in a deep breath and got up from my seat, smoothing my dress and making my way to the bank of elevators, deciding to act as if I belonged there, although I felt like a fish out of water. While I had been raised in a comfortable upper-middle class lifestyle, this was luxury beyond my experience. I was in awe as I waited for the elevator. Everything was marble and gold, wainscoting and dark cherry wood with gilded fixtures.

  The elevator opened to the seventh floor and I was impressed by the beautiful furniture and decor as I walked down the hallway, following the arrows to the room. I stood outside and closed my eyes for a moment, gathering my nerve. Taking in a deep breath, I slid my keycard into the slot and opened the door. Inside, the room was just as fantastic as the hotel lobby - all cream wainscoting with gilded trim, with dark cherry wood furniture.

  There, standing in front of the window beside the edge of the bed, was Josh. His jacket was open and he looked like a million dollars. He fit right in with the hotel, rich, cultured. Perfect.

  I stopped and stared, the door closing with a click behind me.

  He held out his hand to me, and that was it. All reluctance, all hesitation, was gone. I wen
t to him, taking his hand, and when we touched, a jolt of desire sped through my body. This was really going to happen.

  I'd been intimate with him before, so it wasn't that. It was that I didn't know who he was that night. I wasn't intimidated, but now I was.

  Now he was my boss and he was Joshua Macintyre Jr, one of the heirs of the Macintyre fortune, and on top of everything else about him, he was gorgeous.

  On the table was a huge bouquet of purple roses. Beside it, a bottle of Moet and Chandon chilled in an ice bucket.

  He was making my fantasy come true, and I was already wet with anticipation, my breath coming fast and shallow.

  Like I'd written in my story, he didn't speak, just pulled me close and kissed me, passionate right from the start. He pressed his body against mine and I could feel his erection hard against my belly. I closed my eyes and just let everything happen, turning off the little angel in my head that always judged me.

  I didn't care that he was my boss or was one of the richest men in America. I only knew that we wanted each other and that our bodies felt perfect together. His hands expertly removed my clothes and soon, I was naked, standing in front of him as he sat on the side of the bed.

  He pulled me between his thighs and kissed me, his hands moving over my body, squeezing and stroking me, before burying his face between my breasts. Finally, he kissed and licked my tiny tattoo the way he said he wanted before we were so rudely interrupted. I gripped his shoulders and bit my lip while he sucked a nipple, the sensations making me squirm with delight. He roughly spread my thighs and slid his hand between them, his palm cupping my sex and pressing firmly while his thumb found my clit and circled it slowly, making me move against him hungrily. The pressure was enough to build my desire and I couldn't stop pressing myself against him, my eyes closing in delight as he moved to the other breast and his lips and tongue tugged at my nipple.

  When I was groaning with need, he stood and turned me around, pushing me back onto the bed. He loomed over me and kissed me again, then began undressing, roughly removing his clothing, throwing them on the chair at the side of the room. When he was finally naked, his beautiful cock long and thick and ready, I sat up and pulled him closer, my hands on his hips, wanting to take him into my mouth and taste him. I took his thick cock into my fist and lapped the head, glancing up at him to catch his eye, wanting to watch him watch me while I took the head into my mouth. I knew it would please him.

  Then I stroked his shaft while I tongued the head of his cock, swirling my tongue around the rim before pulling the head into my mouth and moving on it as far as I could take him. I kept up the rhythm as long as he let me and he began pumping a bit into my mouth, one hand on my head to guide me.

  Finally, he pulled out of my mouth and lifted me up for a kiss before pushing me back onto the bed again. He leaned over me and ran his tongue down my neck to my breast, lavishing attention on each before moving lower while he spread my thighs once more.

  When he claimed me with his mouth, I cried out loud, for I was so ready, I knew it wouldn't take long before I came. While he licked and sucked my sex, I writhed beneath him, my eyes squeezed shut, focusing on the sensations.

  "I'm going to," I said, breathless, the pleasure rising, sending me close to the edge.

  But he leaned up and pressed his finger against my lips to stop me from speaking. I'd forgotten my fantasy meant that no words would be spoken, and nodded in understanding. He wanted to follow my fantasy to the letter, which meant I was in for another orgasm while he fucked me.

  He moved back down between my thighs and his mouth found me once more, slowly bringing me back to the edge once more. When he slipped two fingers inside of me, that coupled with the pressure from his tongue sent me over, my orgasm sending shudders of ecstasy through my body from my core down my legs and up into my chest. My body spasmed around his fingers and finally, I had to stop him for my flesh was too sensitive.

  I gasped because of the overwhelming sensation, pressing against his shoulders.

  He rose up and leaned over me, staring down into my eyes, then he kissed me, his hand sliding to my breasts once more. Finally, he stood and reached into his jacket pocket, retrieving a condom and opening the package and sliding it over his erection.

  He pulled me to the edge of the bed, and turned me around just like in my story, leaning over me from behind, his erection sliding against my pussy. He took my hands in his and leaned over me, his face beside me. I was so wet from his mouth and my orgasm that soon, the friction began to feel good again and I started to move with him. He let go of one of my hands and reached down, guiding his erection into my body and it felt so good, I couldn't help but groan. While he thrust inside of me, slowly, deliberately, he played with my clit, his hand slipping down between my thighs.

  I was still so aroused from my first orgasm that in only moments, I was ready again and began moving with him, pressing against his fingers greedily. I tried not to say a word but the pleasure grew to an incredible peak and with him inside of me, I orgasmed hard, the pleasure almost blinding me.

  "Ohhhh..."

  He slammed into me, thrusting harder and faster and I knew he was almost there as well. I felt his cock harden and then he orgasmed, his thrusts slowing while he groaned, grunting through his ejaculation. Then he collapsed against me, his arms on either side of my shoulders, his face next to mine.

  Then, like in my story, he left the bed and went to the bathroom to dispose of the condom and wash up while I crawled under the coverlet. He returned to the side of the bed and dressed without a word while I lay on the bed recovering, my body warm and satisfied.

  He leaned down once he was fully dressed and kissed me, then left the hotel room.

  That was it.

  He'd found my story that expressed my fantasy fuck with him, and then he fulfilled it.

  I got up and went to the bathroom to wash up, smiling to myself. He left a note on the desk:

  Ella - the room is yours for the night. Order in room service and enjoy your stay.

  Josh

  I crawled back under the covers and lay in silence for a few moments, wondering whether what happened between us would be a one-time thing or the start of something more.

  I felt a little guilty, like I was a hooker or a call girl, but this was my fantasy, not his. He just happened to be generous enough to want to fulfill it.

  Then I shut off my stupid brain and grabbed the hotel menu off the desk to see what I could order from room service for my dinner. The options were beyond what I imagined and I selected a filet with all the sides and a cheesecake for dessert.

  Then, while I waited for room service to arrive, I grabbed the channel changer and turned on the movie channel, determined to do nothing for the rest of the day.

  I'd deal with reality tomorrow.

  Chapter Twenty

  Joshua

  I left the hotel room, smiling to myself as I went down the elevator.

  The sex was very good. It was almost too good, frankly. I'd been with many women over the years, but I'd never had insight into their fantasies the way I had when I found Ella's story. She wanted me to be her Mr. Big, to fulfil her desire to be taken and pleasured without any awkward maneuvering or empty words. Just mutual want and need.

  No words required.

  I was pleased to be the one to fulfil those desires.

  In fact, her fantasy was pretty much close to mine -- a beautiful sexually needy woman meets me at a hotel room for pure pleasure. No words spoken because none are needed.

  Of course, in my fantasy, the fucking went on all night and into the next day, never leaving the room for anything but a swim in the ocean, but this was Ella's fantasy and it was one really great fuck with two great orgasms and then she got to stay in a beautiful luxury room overlooking Central Park.

  As I left the hotel, walking down the street to the office, I pondered whether to reserve the hotel room for one more night so I could go back and spend the night with her. We co
uld order room service together and spend twenty-four hours fucking each other's brains out, thus fulfilling my fantasy.

  However, my fantasy took place in Bali or somewhere exotic, with a beach-front room that we could walk out to when we felt like some sun or a splash in the crystal clear ocean.

  If anything more happened with Ella, I might consider booking a couple of first-class seats to Bali for just that -- fulfilling my fantasy of escaping the city and spending a weekend alone, just me and my lover, eating and drinking and fucking and surfing and swimming together with no worries, no business, no emails. Just the two of us, some books, maybe watch some movies on the big screen television.

  That seemed like a fantasy I could fulfil with Ella.

  For the past five years, I'd been so busy building up my business that I hadn't really looked up from my desk except to plan my marriage and life with Christie. When that fell through, I'd immersed myself in work to the detriment of every other part of my life.

  Now, I felt I deserved an escape.

  Ella was like me -- down on romance and marriage. She wanted just great sex and to work on her career. Maybe, while I was trying to get the paper up and running and she was getting experience in the publishing business before starting her MFA at Columbia, we could be each other's escapes.

  When I got to my apartment back at the office building, I had a quick shower and ordered in some Pho from a local restaurant that delivered. While I waited for it to arrive, I sat down at my desk and turned on my laptop, filled with an unusual energy, wanting to do something. On a whim, I bought a couple of tickets to Bali, leaving on Thursday. It was for a long weekend, Thursday through Tuesday, but it would be enough. Once the payment went through, I printed off the tickets and boarding passes and ordered a dozen roses to be delivered to Ella's office. I'd leave the ticket on her desk with a note that I wrote and enclosed in the envelope.