Playing with Temptation

by King, Kelsey

  My hands scrape up down his back; a grin spreads across my mouth as the idea of leaving welts of passion across Branson’s back.

  My world starts to cloud with another wave of desire. It darkens and grows heavy with lust as Branson increases his pace. My vision turns black just as I’m sure thunder is going to start whipping from the dark clouds, but it doesn’t. Instead, I feel my body ripped apart by an orgasm stronger than the first.

  My body shudders and quakes as my hands grab onto his hips for purchase, he thrusts in me a few more times until I feel his cock twitch inside me.

  “Come inside me, Branson. I need all of you.”

  “Are you sure?” he asks, and I pull his face closer to mine.

  “Yes, I’m sure,” I reply on a moan. Within moments, he empties himself in me, giving me everything he is, everything I want. His warmth fills me, making me whole.

  What was life like before him?

  “I need more of you.” He moans against the nape of my neck as his thumb plays with my nipple.

  “I agree.” I smile seductively.

  Branson laughs, sending tingles up my spine at the deep sound. “I think I’m already addicted to you, Riley.”

  I grin and reach for him. “Better go to rehab.”

  11

  Riley

  I arrive to work with a grin on my face. Saturday night had been the most amazing night of my life. Branson Carter had literally fucked me within an inch of my life. I was sure I had passed out from sexual exhaustion only to be waked in the early morning hours with Branson on top of me rousing me from sleep with this eager dick. Being with him had been hotter than I thought it could possibly be.

  We didn’t talk about it on the flight back or even in the taxi on the way to my place. In fact, since I had woke up yesterday late morning, alone, Branson hadn’t mentioned a word about fucking me senseless.

  The last thing I want to do was appear desperate, so I didn’t mention it either. It suits me actually because I know deep down, I shouldn’t be sleeping with Branson.

  I step into my office and place my bag beneath my desk before I switch on my screen. There’s a message from Branson.

  Branson: Florida was amazing. Worlds away from the real world. Let’s keep it that way.

  I read the message over and over a few times until I see the real meaning of his message. What happened in Florida stays in Florida.

  I shrug and try not to let it bother me, after all, we have a lot of work to focus on, but deep down I know it wasn’t going to be that easy to move on. I woke in the middle of the night sweat-drenched and trembling from dreaming about our night together. I should’ve known it was a one-time thing and I’m not different than the other women he’s slept with.

  I have the worst luck in the history of the world. I found a man that made me quiver and tremble just to be told it wouldn’t happen again. I rest my head in my hands and heave a heavy sigh.

  I need to talk to someone, I need a girlfriend’s advice, but since Tammy is the closest thing to a friend I have since moving to New York, I’m out of options. I could hardly tell anyone else that I fucked my boss over the weekend.

  I roll my neck on my shoulders and push thoughts of Branson aside and focus on the Martinez campaign.

  I’m startled when my office door opens just before lunchtime to reveal a spitting mad Branson.

  “Branson?” I ask confused, setting down the pen in my hand.

  “Did you hear?” Even wearing a scowl with anger radiating off him, he’s still sexy as sin. I briefly search his eyes for any sign that Saturday night had tilted his world on its axis as well, but I find nothing.

  I stand up and try my best not to be bothered by his distance. “What?”

  “Fitness Trainers has three other companies to work on the campaign for the balls. Apparently, they were wooed in our absence Saturday evening. Now it’s a competition. A fucking competition for a campaign that was basically ours.”

  “Branson, why are you so upset? Because you were elsewhere Saturday evening or because you have competition for the campaign?”

  His eyes flash with temper before he takes a step toward me. “Saturday never should’ve happened. We should’ve gone to that fucking dinner.”

  For a moment, I feel guilty, until I remember it was Branson’s idea to skip the dinner, not mine. His words feel like a slap in the face, and I start building my wall, keeping my emotions to myself. “Okay, then. When do they need a proposal?”

  He huffs and shakes his head. “Friday.”

  “So that gives us a week to work on something. It’ll be fine.” I avoid his eye contact.

  When I finally look up at him, he’s casting a glare that could split wood. “You better make sure we have something by Friday.”

  I consider telling him this is his own doing, but now isn’t the best time. He’s breathing fire as he gives me one last glance before leaving my office.

  As the door slams in his wake, my heart drops into my Martinez heels. For me, Saturday night was a once in a lifetime experience that I wouldn’t mind repeating daily, but for Branson, it seems I was just another girl he fucked or even worse… a mistake. I don’t regret it, but he’s making me second guess it all.

  The chill in his voice and the cold stare he had just given me made it clear he wasn’t as affected by it as I was.

  I take a deep breath and close my eyes reminding myself that no promises were made that night.

  But it doesn’t mean it hurts any less.

  12

  Branson

  For the whole week, I’ve avoided Riley. Every time I look into her green eyes I remember how they clouded with passion as I rammed myself into her. When I walked into her hotel room, I firmly believed it was just to get her out of my system.

  Who the hell was I kidding? I had taken her four times in one night, and now I wanted her even more than I had before I knew how sweet she would taste or how tight her pussy would hug my dick.

  This is a fucking disaster.

  Just now, I had Riley down the hall staring at me with wide-eyes, and my cock twitched for her attention.

  This was why I need to stay away from her, I reprimand myself. It’s Wednesday evening, and I need to present the executives with something in less than forty-eight hours, and I’m out of ideas. I was stupid to think this contract was mine. I should’ve immediately got to work with designs, but the offer was made so quickly.

  My mind is only working in one direction. The direction that leads directly to Riley’s pants.

  I shake my head and pour myself a stiff scotch. I need something to calm my desire and help me focus. Alcohol probably isn’t the best idea, but it’s the only one I have. I walk over to the windows and swallow the two fingers down in one gulp. The fiery liquid burns my throat before settling in my stomach, warming me to the core…just the way Riley had.

  Her lips, her touch, everything about her had been so different, so unique. I expected her to be more hesitant, but instead, she rode me like a cowgirl. I’m sure if I dragged off my shirt now, the welts from her fingernails still bloomed on my back.

  A smile fills my face as I remembered her scraping her nails down my back. The sensation drove me wild. In the early morning hours she took me into her mouth tentatively at first, then she gave me the best head I’ve ever had before.

  A shiver runs up my spine as I remember her green eyes looking up at me from my crotch.

  This whole week I’ve avoided being alone with her. I knew we’d pick up right up where we had left off, and I couldn’t allow that to happen. I didn’t want another repeat of the situation I was in with Lisa. BPC Advertising couldn’t start losing staff because I couldn’t control my dick.

  After just a few weeks of working with Riley, I suddenly didn’t fear losing Lisa anymore. My company had greatly benefited from Lisa’s direction and firm control over the creative team, but her being here wouldn’t make or break my company. Only I could do that.

  If I think abou
t the designs, Riley completed in her short time here, the income she had produced, I wonder if Riley wouldn’t be a better fit. I let the thought mull over in my mind as I look at the bright lights shining from the Empire State Building. I wonder if Riley would enjoy the gale-force winds at the top or would she stay inside like Lisa had?

  I shrug and shake my head at my comparison of two completely different women as I hear a knock on my office door.

  “I’ve got it.” Riley’s voice is chirpy as she walks into my office without waiting for an invitation. She slides behind my computer and after a few clicks brings up an image.

  I glance at her briefly before moving closer to see a photo of various athletes from different sports cover my screen. At the bottom, there’s a bold tagline colored with the American flag: The Balls Behind it All.

  I shake my head at the brilliant design, the great tagline, and the bold colors. This is precisely what Fitness Trainers would go for. After just meeting them a few times Riley had them pegged. Wasn’t sport after all the one thing that brings us together as a nation? It’s fucking brilliant.

  “So what do you think?” Riley asks inches from my face, her bright smile pushing away the dark cloud that been following me around.

  I turn my head fractionally and know I’ve lost the inner-fight against myself. There was no way I could resist her any more than I could refuse my next breath.

  My mouth crushes against hers with the power of an electrical surge. She doesn’t draw back or push me away as I expected, instead, she digs her fingers into my scalp and kisses me back fervently.

  I grab her by the shoulders and drag her to the floor. It doesn’t even occur to me that we’re beneath my desk, or that I’m panting like a teenage boy eager to deflower his first girlfriend.

  My heart drums in my chest as I tug up her blouse and shove away the fabric covering her luscious breasts. As my mouth closes over her tight bud, my cock responds eagerly. Riley moans from the assault, her hands unfastening my pants as she spreads her legs.

  With her skirt bunched around her waist, I shove down her panties. Fervent kisses and urgent touches color the scene as my blood heats.

  She’s like a drug that I can’t resist. A fix I’d give my billions for without another thought. I want her more than I’ve wanted anything or anyone in this world.

  No one’s mind has ever turned me on like Riley’s does. She’s smart and talented and doesn’t apologize for it. With campaigns and images forgotten, I seek her heat. She’s hot and ready as I push her legs apart with my own. I consider taking my time and grunt at the thought. I’ve waited four days to get my hands on her again; I’m not waiting another fucking second.

  I sink into her, achingly slow, drawing a moan from her. Her head thrashes back knocking over a stack of magazines I kept beneath my desk. We both laugh before passion quickly takes over.

  My teeth sink into her collarbone as I drive myself into her. I can feel her body clenching me already; she wants this as much as I do.

  “Harder, Branson. Please,” Riley begs, moaning as she grabs my ass.

  I smirk and shake my head even as I oblige. I wanted to try at least to take it slow, but it’s clear she’s just as desperate as I am.

  “Say you’re mine,” I growl, I need to hear her say it. I need to know her tight pussy belongs to me, even though I’ve made no promises.

  “Yours, only yours.” She releases a long sexy moan.

  We’re swept into the simmering heat of a volcano, release bubbling just beneath the surface. I feel it build deep inside me, my balls tight with anticipation as I thrust into her again and again.

  The volcano erupts in a sequence of spasms, quivers, and moans as we reach our release until finally we’re both spent. I collapse on top of Riley; the space under the table is too small for me to roll beside her. I kick away my chair that is still shoved to one side.

  Riley giggles and strokes my cheek. “Glad to know I wasn’t the only one.”

  “Only one?” I ask, my mind still fuzzy from the hot sex we just had. I don’t think I would ever be able to have another rational thought behind this desk.

  “I’ve been thinking about this the entire week…” Riley admits as she tugs her bottom lip between her teeth. “I thought you didn’t want it to happen again. I thought I was another mistake.”

  I sigh and know I’ve just done precisely what I shouldn’t have, made her feel used.

  “You are not a mistake, Riley. I tried to get you out of my mind, but I can’t. You're more than some random hookup to me,” I admit. This is probably the most honest I’ve ever been with a woman. The realization strikes me as shocking, but I don’t let Riley in on it. It bothers me to no end that I can’t get enough of the brunette lying beneath me. I watch her, propped up on my arms. Her lips are bee-stung from our kisses, her eyes a deep forest-green from arousal, her neck covered in red patches from my ruthless kisses, and I want to stay exactly like this for eternity.

  She sighs before meeting my gaze with a smile. “Me neither. This is a problem, isn’t it?”

  “You have no idea.” I place a kiss on her soft lips.

  We both still at the sound of my door opening. “Mr. Carter?”

  “Fuck! Riley, don’t make a fucking sound,” I whisper at her before clearing my throat. “Senita I’m just collecting my files, I’ll be out in a minute. You can start with the next office.”

  As the door closes again, I let out my breath. “Fucking cleaners are early tonight.”

  Riley laughs and wiggles out from beneath me. “Do you think she saw our feet?”

  I turn around and glance at where our feet are at the edge of the desk. “Fuck.”

  Riley laughs again as she tugs her clothes back on before standing up. “Well, Mr. Branson. I hope you find those files.”

  “Riley, wait…” She’s on her way to the door, but I can’t let her go yet. I don’t want this to end.

  “Yes?” she asks with wide-eyes.

  “I want to see you again.” The words tumble from my mouth like a toddler learning a new language. I’ve never spoken them before, but they feel right. Riley feels right.

  Riley smiles at me as she tucks a strand of hair behind her ear. “I’d like that.”

  13

  Riley

  As I press the start button on the copier, a grin spreads across my face.

  I’m officially seeing my boss. It feels right and wrong on so many levels I haven’t even bothered taking an inventory, but I can’t stop.

  Branson is demanding, gentle, ruthless, kind, and so fucking hot. There are so many reasons why this is wrong, but frankly, I don’t give a damn.

  He’s the first guy that gets me, who understand me and my crazy sense of humor. He appreciates my mind as much my body; it’s a novel feeling to know you are appreciated inside and out.

  Over the past two weeks, we’ve had sex so many times, in so many positions and I’m already itching for him to touch me again. All I know is I want to repeat this experience every day.

  Branson Carter is a dark horse I want to ride the rest of my life. We’ve both agreed it would be best to keep our affair a secret, but that doesn’t stop me from picturing a happy ever after where we raise our children in a house with a white picket fence.

  He pushes my limits, drives me crazy, and makes me see stars. It’s like mentally and creatively we’re on the same level. He starts with an idea, and I finish it.

  It’s the perfect relationship, even though he’s my best-kept secret. I don’t want to admit how much that bothers me.

  I love it. I love knowing I can turn him on with a single look. I thrive on the idea that I can climb onto his lap at any time and he would be rock hard in an instant. I’ve never felt as wanted as I do with Branson.

  It’s a feeling that exhilarates, but also scares me because I know no other man will ever measure up to him. It’s an all-consuming; mind-blowing infatuation that I know can’t last forever.

  But I refuse to look
at tomorrow. I’m living for today. This has been my mantra since we agreed to see each other. The right now is everything I’ve ever wanted, and living in the moment is good enough for me.

  The copier room is on the 30th floor, and as I collect my copies and head back to the elevator, I consider on saying hi to Tammy. As I pass the break room the mention of my name makes me stop in my tracks.

  “I’m sure of it. Didn’t you see the way he looks at her?” a woman says.

  “Riley? The girl that was kicked off our floor?” I hold my breath at the second women’s mention of my name.

  My tummy knots into a tight curl, but I can’t get my feet to move.

  “Yes, that one. The new girl with the ugly brown hair. She isn’t even pretty. For God’s sake you’re not in fifth grade anymore, cut it into a style.”

  My hand unconsciously strokes my hair, hanging loosely over my shoulders.

  “Well, you know Branson Carter. If it can spread its legs, it’s on.” Deep down I knew it’s jealousy speaking, but that doesn’t make the words hurt any less.

  The second woman chuckles and says in a more hushed tone, “Do you think Miss Weston knows?”

  “I doubt it. If she knew we would’ve made a big deal about it. We all would’ve known by now.”

  Both women laugh, and I bite back the tears burning at the back of my eyes.

  “I bet that’s why she was moved up. It’s easier to have sex on the same floor.”

  I cringe at the words, and my throat tightens as I process their words. Was it true? Was this the only reason Branson had moved me? Lisa said it was her decision, but surely this can’t be true.

  “I’m telling you, give it a month and Weston’s out on her ass. I think he’s giving the new girl a test drive before putting her in Lisa’s spot.”

  “I agree completely. Have you seen her designs?”