Acquiring Her

by Alexandra O'Hurley

  Max was very quiet as he looked her over and for a moment, she wasn’t sure what he thought. After a few more minutes, he let out a deep breath. “You’re gorgeous.”

  He pulled her close again and lifted her as he spun, seating her ass on the top of her dinner table, her legs dangling over the side. Max dropped to his knees between her splayed thighs and kissed the inside of her knee as he stared into her eyes. “I’m still hungry.”

  She trembled at the thought of him feasting on her, her lips opening and a soft cry coming from her. He pressed her legs wider apart as he trailed more kisses closer to her core. When he arrived at her pussy, he laved her through the lace of her panties, drawing his tongue from top to bottom and back again.

  Helena lifted on her elbows to watch him taste her. She shook with the need for him to touch her skin, to rub her clit, but he took his time. His mouth moved back to her inner thighs and teased her until she could barely think straight. Her hips pressed forward in a silent plea for him to taste the flesh she so wanted his mouth upon.

  Finally, he inserted a finger along the edge of her panties and stroked the skin just beneath it. She cried out, her back arching from the simple caress, but she’d yearned for it so frantically she could barely breathe now that he touched her. Max moved the material out of his way and leaned in to lay his tongue over her clit. He traced a circle around the nub before sucking it between his lips and biting it gently.

  She cried out as an electric shock raced up her spine. Max knew exactly where to touch and taste her. With just the right pressure, he lapped at her clit until she was mindless and writhing under him.

  “You taste so sweet, Helena. I could lick you up like honey.”

  Helena’s breath caught in her lungs as he began his sweet torture again. Pressure built throughout her body, and she tightened as raw need filled her. She was close to the pinnacle, and she needed something, anything, more, to push her over the edge. When he pressed a thick finger into her wet heat, it was all she needed. She rode his fingers, rolling her hips to fuck his finger in and out of her. He quickly got the idea and pressed his finger forward, meeting the thrusts of her thighs. She screamed out as heat exploded from within and spiraled out through her body,

  “I love a woman who can enjoy herself,” Max said with a smile as he unbuckled his belt. “I knew you were no uptight accountant. That display was all for show.”

  Helena caught her breath before leaning forward to help undo the buttons of his shirt. Her fingers shook as she struggled to undo each tiny closure, and by the time she pushed the material off his shoulders, he was completely naked. She allowed her gaze to travel over his broad shoulders and muscular chest, and then her stare drifted lower to the long, thick cock springing out from his nest of curls. Veins stuck out along the length, and she reached out to run her fingers up and down the shaft as he tugged her panties off.

  “I’m near the edge of reason. Touch me like that again and I may not be able to control myself,” he said as he leaned down to the floor. He came back up with a foil packet in his hand. In a flash, his cock was covered and ready to impale her. She had a moment of doubt. She’d never had a man as large as him, but she was sure ready to feel him within her.

  Helena’s pussy spasmed, her cream coming out to coat her sex. She reached between her thighs and spread her juices along her folds, lubricating his path. She wanted to be able to take him deep inside her, so she pressed two fingers inside her and coaxed more of the wetness to come. Max watched her hungrily, his tongue coming out to wet his lips.

  “I can still taste you on my tongue,” he said as he stepped forward and angled the tip of him against her entrance. “I know what heaven I’m about to enter.”

  Max surged forward, pressing in a few inches. He leaned in, putting his hands on either side of her hips. His arms shook as he paused above her.

  “You’re so tight. My god, Helena, it feels so good.”

  He reared back and thrust inside her again, getting half of his large cock into her. He was splitting her apart, and the pleasure rode the edge of pain. Max carefully pressed forth another few inches, and she cried out from the intense feeling of fullness. After a few more gentle strokes, he was fully seated, and she throbbed around him. Her pussy was stretched wide over his cock, and she loved the sensation.

  Once she’d had a second to recover, he began moving above her. The intense friction of his large cock pressed against places never touched before. She was overwhelmed with each thrust, drowning in the intensity of his body’s connection to hers. He rode her long and hard, deeper than any other, and soon brought her back to the abyss.

  Helena thrashed below him, taking each of his heavy thrusts, knowing any moment would push her over the edge. When he leaned in to capture her lips, his pelvic bone crashed against hers. The delicious friction made her explode once more. She felt herself splinter into a million pieces before coming back together, the untaken breath burning in her lungs.

  She could feel her pussy rippling over his cock, and he hissed as he lifted himself to hover over her. Sweat beaded at his brow as he looked down at her with lust-filled eyes. He thrust once more and roared as she felt the heat of his release blast in her depths. He thrust once, twice more, groaning as he filled the condom.

  Max dropped his forehead to hers and kissed her. “That was incredible. You are incredible.” He rose, holding the base of the condom as he pulled from her. “Stay here. I’ll be right back for you.”

  He disappeared for a moment, and she heard him exploring her house and then water running. A few minutes later, he returned, the condom gone and a warm cloth in hand, which he used to wash along her folds. Once he was done, he lifted her into his arms and carried her to her bedroom. Max deposited her on the bed, which was good because all she could do was let her eyelids droop. He knelt to roll off her stockings and then lifted her into his embrace to take off her bra before pulling back the covers to allow her to slip inside.

  Then he surprised her by slipping in beside her and turning off the light. If she’d have been less sleepy, she might have fought him on sleeping in her bed, but she was too exhausted. So she snuggled into his embrace and drifted off, completely sated for the first time in much too long.

  ****

  Max awoke in an unfamiliar room and when he looked down at the tumble of golden-red curls on his chest, it all came back to him. He took a long, satisfied breath as he remembered the night before. Helena was all he’d hoped and more. She made him feel younger, like he still had his whole life before him and wasn’t approaching his middle years. He couldn’t wait to see where a relationship with her led. The sex had been explosive. If what they shared outside the bedroom was half as enjoyable, he was in for a treat. He watched her as she slept, so angelically beautiful. As she lay in his embrace, he ran his fingers through the long strands of her hair.

  Helena stirred, and her eyelids began to flutter. Her eyes opened, and she stared at him, confused for a moment. Heat flooded her face as she began to wake and she pulled from his arms.

  “No, you’re not allowed to be embarrassed. I won’t have it.” He lifted her chin with his fingers and made her look him in the eye.

  She smiled before glancing at the alarm clock. “Oh, hell!” Helena jumped out of bed and scooted into the bathroom.

  Max looked at the clock and noticed it was after eight. He hadn’t even thought to turn on her alarm. He jumped out of bed as he heard the shower turn on, and his cock sprang to life at the thought of climbing under the spray with her. When he walked into the bathroom to follow through with his plan, she turned off the water and jumped out, her hair piled high on top of her head. She gazed down the length of him, and her eyes rounded when she saw his cock.

  “No offense, Max, but I’m late for work,” she said as she brushed past him and back into the bedroom.

  He moved to the doorway and leaned on the frame, watching her frantically dressing. More like hopping all over the room like a chicken with no head.
“I think your boss will let it slide today if you’re a little late.”

  Helena froze and looked at him. “Oh, no. I don’t want preferential treatment, either. I earned my job, and I will keep on earning my place in this company.”

  “I love your naivety. The business world is all about whom you know and who knows you. One hand washing the other.”

  “That may be the way it works in your world, but for me, I want what I earn. Nothing more. Nothing less.”

  He lifted his palms in surrender. “Fine. Nothing more, nothing less. Duly noted.”

  She glared at him for a moment before taking off once more. He chuckled as she continued to ready herself and then went out to the dining room to collect his clothing. Max was buckling his belt as she flew from the kitchen with a spoon in her mouth and a container of yogurt in her hand. She stopped to pick up her purse and keys before turning to look at him impatiently. “Come on, Devlin. I don’t have all day.”

  Max shook his head, not used to being kicked out so unceremoniously. He walked to the door and paused before her. “You may enjoy kicking me out of your house, but I’m going to enjoy it even more when I make you stay late tonight to make up for this. I’ve already emailed all the VPs and directors letting them know you’re the new Director of Finance.”

  He dropped a kiss on her lips and exited the house. His driver was sitting there, having returned at seven a.m. after Max’s late call excusing the man. When he settled into the leather seat, he had to laugh. Never before in his life had he found a woman so obviously his equal. Helena Kelly wouldn’t let him be the boss outside of work, but hell if he wasn’t going to love trying.

  ****

  Helena had been thinking about Max’s last comment all day. Director of Finance. She’d coveted the job for a long time, never expecting to get it. Was she handed the position because Max wanted to fuck her? It didn’t sit well with her, but ultimately, as Ted’s next in line, she was the best bet for the department for the interim. Helena would have to face Max Devlin down and make him tell her the truth, but for now, there was work to be done. She went to work knowing she had a big project to tackle—getting the accounting department straight and assisting in a forensic financial investigation, all while trying to not let scenes of the night before run through her mind.

  She hadn’t run into Max all day, which was good, as she doubted she could focus one bit if he’d strolled into her office. It had been a busy one, shifting duties and moving into Ted’s old office. She’d had a staff meeting to inform the team of the change and to schedule more meetings to review all the accounts. Later, another brief meeting had introduced her to the forensic team and caught her up to speed. The coming weeks would be long and hard, with lots of late nights.

  Near five, she got an email from Devlin. I know you’re working hard, but you have to live a little. Meet me in my office at six. ~Max

  She looked over her desk and knew she wouldn’t be anywhere near done at six, so she pulled up the email to reply. Really busy. Can’t make it at six. Sorry. ~Helena

  Helena swallowed, knowing the response wouldn’t go over very well. Ultimately, he was her boss, and she’d just been insubordinate. But she knew what he wanted, and she didn’t have the time tonight, no matter how much her body screamed for his touch. She continued to work, her gaze drifting to her inbox every so often, but she didn’t receive a reply from Max. Perhaps he would actually respect her work and back off. A new position and responsibilities took precedent over her needs and yearnings. Soon, she was lost in a spreadsheet, her fingers flying over a calculator.

  “I don’t take no very well.”

  Helena looked up at the voice, seeing Max standing in her doorway. “You know I have a lot on my plate right now.”

  “And that allows you to tell your boss no?”

  “That allows me to stop him from being more of a distraction,” she said, immediately pissed at what she’d just admitted.

  “Thoughts of me distracted you today, did they, Helena?” He walked into her office and shut the door. Before he walked away, he flipped the lock and smiled. “Good. Because you’ve distracted me as well.”

  She writhed in her chair, trying to control her runaway libido as he stalked closer to the desk.

  “Stand up for me,” he said firmly.

  Helena rose, and he quickly took her seat and pressed her ass against the edge of her desk.

  Max grasped the edge of her skirt and began tugging it upward. “I’ve been thinking of the stockings I watched you put on this morning. Haven’t been able to get them out of my mind.” He hands stopped when her skirt was bunched around her waist. He lowered a hand to her mound and pressed his thumb against her clit.

  Heat blossomed throughout her body as he circled the nub through her panties. “Lean back on your desk and put your heels on top. Open wide for me.”

  Part of Helena railed against his bossy directions, but she’d always had a fantasy of Max fucking her on his desk. So it was hers instead. Close enough. He peeled back the edge of her panties and rolled the chair closer after she submitted to his direction. Max lowered his mouth to her pussy and lapped her cream. She’d been wet all day as thoughts of him had passed through her mind. Now he was here to savor her yearning.

  She watched him devour her, licking and nibbling every inch of her cunt. He lapped at her greedily, pushing her farther and farther into insanity. She rolled her head from side to side as he brought her to the edge and pushed her over it. When her cries subsided, he was already standing and rolling a condom over his shaft. He’d only opened his slacks enough to let his cock out. Fully dressed, he plunged into her.

  It was just like her fantasy. A taboo rendezvous with her sexier than hell boss, and this was exactly how she’d envisioned it. He rode her hard, pumping his hard cock deep within her folds, making her cry out with each heavy thrust. Max reached for the edge of her blouse and lifted it, exposing her bra. He pulled one cup down and let a hard peak escape.

  “I haven’t given your beautiful tits the love they deserve,” he said as he leaned in to pull the nipple into his mouth. He sucked her hard as he pounded into her, pushing her nearer and nearer to another explosion. Each of the draws of his tongue and lips on her breast was timed to the pumps of his cock in her pussy.

  Soon enough, the friction built to an enormous flame, and she crested, crying out as she came. Her pussy quivered around his cock, and he groaned as she felt a blast of heat fill her as he orgasmed as well. Max pulled from her and quickly discarded the condom and used a tissue from her desk to clean himself off. When he was done, he dropped into her chair and pulled her onto his lap, nestling her head on his shoulder.

  “Did I get this job because you wanted to fuck me?” she asked, needing to know the answer.

  “How could you think that?”

  “I have to know, Max. I don’t want this job because you want between my legs.”

  Max sat up straighter and caught her chin so he could look into her eyes. “You’re more than qualified and the next one on the totem pole. I’ve been keeping my eye on you as of late and know full well you were the best person for the job. The fact that I wanted to fuck you only added icing to the cake.”

  “I’m only twenty-five. There may be rumors.”

  “Let them talk. I really don’t care. In time, they’ll see how well you do, and any rumors will be decimated by your job performance.”

  Helena lifted her face to look up at him. “You’re positive.”

  “Do you think you’re unqualified for this position?”

  “Not hardly,” she spit out.

  “Then it’s settled. No, I did not give you this job because I wanted you. I gave it to you because you’ve earned it,” he whispered against her forehead.

  “Thank you for that.” She lifted her head and smiled at him. “And on that note, I have work to get back to.”

  “A wham bam, thank you, sir? Not hardly. Work will be here tomorrow. I happen to know you skipped lunc
h again, and it is my duty to ensure you eat a hearty meal before I take you to bed again.”

  “Again? You’re insatiable! I thought older men had less stamina,” she cried, unable to hide the smile from her face.

  “I don’t know what older men you’ve been hanging out with, but that’s not the case with me.” He grinned as he kissed her. “If you want me to prove it, we could continue to break in your new office before dinner. This chair is rather nice, as is the leather sofa in the corner.”

  Helena smiled at him. “Food, then sex. Plus, I want to have a run at your desk before we christen my office any further.”

  “My desk?” he asked as he lifted her to her feet and pulled her skirt back down.

  “Yes, your desk. I’ve had a fantasy about it and you for some time now,” she answered offhandedly.

  “Oh, really. How about we take a turn to the top floor before dinner?”

  She smiled as she sauntered to the door and unlocked it. “Perhaps if you’re a good boy, that can be tomorrow night’s festivities.”

  “Tomorrow? You know I’m old, right? I could expire at any moment. You’d better fulfill your bucket list while I’m here.”

  Helena glared at him. “You aren’t going anywhere. Not yet, anyway. Unless you don’t feed me soon. My claws come out when I’m hungry.”

  Max pulled her into his arms. “Then I’d better feed you so I can love you later.”

  “Good idea.”

  Helena giggled when Max drew her closer and tickled her ribs. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d giggled. Hell, she couldn’t remember the last time she’d smiled this much, either. And it was all due to Max. He was going to be good for her. She just knew it.

  Her stomach growled, and she looked up into his eyes, heat flooding her face.