by A. J. Wynter
“Would you like a robe? You are soaked."
“If you have a spare that would be great. It looks like you need to get out of those soaked clothes too.”
So there they sat, drinking tea, and dressed in pink fleece robes. Johnathan set down his spoon and walked over to kneel in front of Sienna, holding her hands in his, mindful of the cuts from her sidewalk spill.
“I will never hurt you ever again. I just want to explain what happ…”
“Just stop,” Sienna interrupted him.
“No. I won’t just stop. I’m done. I’m done with these women. I had a taste of you and I know that being with another woman will never feel the same.” He paused to kiss her on her thigh.
Sienna ran her hands through his hair as he continued to kiss up her thighs. He parted her housecoat and ran his hands up her thighs, spreading them wide.
Sienna involuntarily inched her pussy closer to his face and shivered in pleasure when she felt the warmth of his tongue teasing her lips.
His robe had come open and his cock stood up hard and stiff against his lower abs.
Wrapping her arms around his shoulders, she coaxed him upward, grabbing him by his firm round ass and drawing his cock in towards her face. She kissed the tip and looked into his eyes while she teased his perfect dick with her tongue. She kissed and circled the head and his moans of pleasure made her skin tingle. She opened her lips wide and took his thick cock deep into her throat. She heard him gasp and knew that he was enjoying every moment. She pushed on his ass rhythmically as she sucked and deep throated him. She delighted in the way he was moaning and how his legs were trembling. Abruptly he pulled his dick out of her mouth and swept her up in his arms.
“How about we actually fuck in a bed, instead of on a floor, or a filing, cabinet, or a kitchen table?”
“You’re so romantic,” she responded wryly.
He smirked and kissed her as he carried her to her bedroom. He tossed her onto the bed face first and tore off her robe. He ran his hands over her supple round ass and pushed her face down onto the bed as he thrust into her from behind. Sienna responded with moans of pleasure. She loved the feel of his hands pushing her down and his thighs spreading hers wide.
The power of his thrusts rocked Sienna forward and she clenched her fists into her pillows in pleasure. His thrusting quickened and became almost frantic.
“Oh, Sienna. Your pussy is so tight. You feel so fucking amazing,” he was able to gasp out.
Sienna wasn’t able to respond. She was concentrating on holding her orgasm at bay. If she were to tell him how good every inch of his hard cock felt as he plunged into her, she would be reduced to a quivering orgasmic mess.
“Oh god, oh god, oh my fucking god.” Johnathan yelled out. He thrust even harder, holding her ass to his body so his cock could be deep inside her warmth while he came.
That last thrust did her in.
“I’m coming Johnny, oh god. It feels so…” she finished her sentence with a scream that would’ve woken the neighbors three doors down.
They collapsed onto the bed, hot and sweaty and in bliss. They didn’t say anything, just looked into each other’s eyes and recovered from the powerful orgasms that had just taken over their bodies. They drifted off to sleep, Sienna nestled in Johnathan’s arms, her head resting on his chest.
Chapter 13
“Half the staff didn’t show up today.” Sienna said as she slid into the back seat of Jonathan’s town car, mindful of the sequins on her short red party dress. “We really should’ve just given the 20th floor the whole day off anyway, Mr. Wise.”
“Or, include manicures as part of the sick day package.” Johnathan smiled. “Is everything ready for tonight, Miss Smythe?”
“Yes, sir. The details are all taken care of. All we have to do is show up.”
“You look gorgeous,” Johnathan said as he kissed her hand and then leaned in and kissed her neck. “Although, how am I going to get my hands into that?” he smiled, reaching out to touch her heavily hair sprayed updo.
Two weeks earlier when they were lying in bed together, they decided that it was imperative for them to keep their work separate from their pleasure. To enforce part of that separation, when they were in work mode, they would refer to each other in a professional manner. However, while they weren’t going to flaunt their relationship, they weren’t going to keep it a secret either.
The arrest of Madison had shocked the staff on the 20th floor for about 3 hours, and then it was old news. But, amusingly, the fact that Johnathan Wise had committed to a woman who wasn’t a model was still a hot topic weeks later!
Walking into the Christmas party Sienna could feel all eyes on her. Johnathan put his arm over her shoulder and squeezed her in tight while he shook the hands of the staff.
“You did all of this with the budget I gave you?”
Johnathan was looking around the ballroom in awe. He smiled and shook his head when he spotted the tiger ice sculpture.
Following his gaze, Sienna responded, “there was a little left in the budget for a tiger after all.”
Johnathan kissed Sienna on the cheek and pulled her in tightly to him.
Jessica sashayed up to them and opened her arms for a hug. Sienna could tell she was testing the waters and trying to show some dominance over her. Johnathan squeezed Sienna’s shoulder and kissed her on the cheek before clasping Jessica’s hand and giving her a very perfunctory euro style double kiss. She tried to lean in closer with her chest and he stepped back. She giggled, but the red in her face made it very apparent that she wasn’t used to rejection. She shot Sienna an evil side glance and then pivoted on her platforms and walked away, being sure to stick out her pert ass as she walked away.
Almost all of the 20th floor staff acted seductively towards Johnathan, and all of them received his proper, yet gentlemanlike response. And none of them liked it.
Ironically enough, it was in a room full of models that Sienna felt her most beautiful. Johnathan’s eyes sparkled when he looked into hers and she knew that she was leaving there tonight with him.
After dinner, the dancing started. When the band slowed things down for a ballad, Jessica determinately approached Jonathan to dance. He kissed Sienna on the cheek and followed Jessica onto the dance floor.
Sienna felt a tap on her shoulder. It was Ben, the doorman.
“May I?” he asked and held out his hand.
Sienna smiled and walked onto the floor with Ben.
“You are a wonderful dancer.” Sienna remarked.
“When I was a young man, I loved to ballroom dance.”
Sienna smiled as he whisked her around the dance floor.
“You know, Miss Sienna, you’re the only one of Johnathan’s staff that ever said hello to me.”
“Once their looks fade, those girls are going to be left with nothing.” Sienna sighed and shook her head.
“Isn’t that the truth.” Ben responded dipping her with grace and returning her to her feet.
“Pardon me miss, but I think I’d like to go cut in on Mr. Wise’s dance partner. There’s no way she’ll put up a fuss in front of him.”
And with that, Ben swirled Sienna over to Johnathan and expertly cut into his dance. Sienna looked over Johnathan’s shoulder in Jessica's direction and Jessica narrowed her eyes and gave her the finger.
After the skilled example set by Ben, by comparison Johnathan was actually a terrible dancer. And without Ben leading, Sienna had two left feet. Even in her gorgeous red heels.
“Do you want to get out of here?” Johnathan whispered in her ear. She nodded eagerly. Johnathan grabbed her by the hand and they ran out into the snowy night.
“Miss Wise” he said, stopping just short of the car.
“Yes?” Sienna responded, intrigued by the switch into business mode.
"I want you to make a list of everyone in our office who is actually qualified to keep their job. I will go over it and fire everyone else and you can start interviewing
replacements for them."
"Okay..." she said, blinking at him. This wasn't expected.
"I’ve realized that I can make a lot more money with competent staff.”
Sienna was a little disappointed. Secretly, she had hoped that he was going to say that he wanted the girls gone because he only had eyes for her.
"Okay, I will get started on that right away. Is there anything else you need me to do?"
Jonathan grinned at her and winked.
"Mr. Wise!" Sienna said coyly, blushing.
“You’re shivering.” He said, running his hands up and down her bare arms that were now covered in goosebumps.
“Well, it is December and it’s snowing, and I’m standing on the street in ridiculous shoes.”
Johnathan smiled, removing his suit jacket and placing it over her shoulders. Sienna inhaled the scent of his coat and felt deep warmth from within.
“There’s one more thing” Johnathan said, his tone turning serious.
Sienna’s heart started to thump against her chest. Was he going to tell her that the other girls meant nothing to him?
“I love you.”
Sienna’s eyes went wide and she felt a rush of adrenaline surge through her. Could this really be happening to her?
The falling snow swirled in the streetlight and some perfect flakes had landed on his gorgeous dark lashes. Sienna searched his icy blue eyes and found warmth.
“I love you too.”
She stood on her tiptoes and leaned into him. He took her in his arms and they kissed under the falling snow, neither of them feeling the cold.
The End.
The Boardroom: Johnathan (Excerpt)
Chapter 1
“I just need five more minutes!” I shouted, wincing as I nearly twisted my ankle tripping over a loose shoe.
“That’s what you said five minutes ago, Johnathan.”
I scrambled through the house trying to figure out where the hell I had left my keys. Bathroom? Nope. Kitchen counter? Under last week’s issue of The Economist? Nope, Nope, shit, nope.
“You know the meeting is today, right?”
“Yeah, dude, just one minute.”
I heard Kirk sigh outside the door. He was my best friend, but sometimes my bad habits could be a point of contention.
“That’s it, I’m coming in.”
Kirk pushed the door open to find me far from five minutes away from ready. My tie hung loosely around my neck and the papers from my briefcase regarding today’s meeting were scattered all over the floor.
Kirk laughed. “Aw man, dude. What, your alarm forgot to go off again?”
I muttered as I started haphazardly stuffing the papers into my briefcase. “Yeah, well, you know, I was up late getting ready for the meeting today and—”
Kirk’s eyes suddenly widened at something underneath one of the living room chairs. “Nice panties, dude.”
I sighed in defeat. “Okay, okay, so I wasn’t up prepping for the meeting last night. I went out to a bar with Cassidy again.”
“Aw, and let me guess, there’s a hot blonde in the other room who you’re never going to see again?”
“Redhead, but close.”
Kirk rolled his eyes at me as I dug my keys out from behind a couch cushion. Girls tended to know what to expect from Kirk and I when they saw us coming down the street. Kirk was the boyfriend, the good guy, the one who walks your dog for you and helps your mom chop vegetables when you bring him home for dinner. At five feet nine, with deep cocoa skin set off by square glasses, he looked like the kind of guy who would help you with a computer problem at Starbucks. And occasionally for that, I envied him.
Girls knew straight away that I was trouble.
We opened the door to find a gorgeous autumn morning dotted with clouds, typical for this time of year in Seattle. I yanked open the passenger door of Kirk’s Jaguar and threw myself into the passenger seat. Our carpool routine was no longer really necessary now that the company had made it big, but it had become an unbreakable habit. It was comforting to have someone next to me as I entered the workday, and it made me feel as if I wasn’t so alone going into it.
“So,” Kirk said. “What podcast is it today?”
I pulled out my phone and grimaced when I looked at the battery bar. “Sorry man,” I said. “I forgot to charge my phone last night.”
“It’s cool,” Kirk said. “Let’s just talk, we haven’t really done that in a while.”
I tried not to make my groan audible. Kirk and I had a somewhat sacred routine of listening to business podcasts on the way to work…which, as much as I love the guy, served as an excellent way to shut him up. He had a tendency to try and play therapist with me.
“So, tell me about the girl from last night,” Kirk said, which I knew was a trap.
“Well, her name was Sarah, and she works in publishing, and she has a dog named…Snoopy.”
“You’re making that up. You couldn’t pick that girl out from a line-up.”
I leaned my head against the car door. He was right. “It was a one night stand. It doesn’t matter.”
Kirk gave me his best serious face as we drove into the city. “No, but your quality of life does. It does to me, and it should to you too, man.”
Here we go.
“Johnathan, you’re not happy. I can tell. I know the Torver Group is doing great, but money and success aren’t gonna keep you forever. In a few years you’ll be forty, and maybe it’s time to you know…start dating seriously. Think about settling down.”
“I’m not sad, Kirk.”
“You spend all your weekends hanging out with Cassidy. That’s sad.”
“I’m too busy for anything more than occasional sex. I mean, please, Kirk, you’ve been trying all that romantic shit for ages and how far has it gotten you? Alone with your Xbox every Valentine’s Day?”
Kirk shot me a look as I froze and realized what I had said. “Sorry, man, sorry, that was harsh. I…I haven’t had my coffee yet.”
“It’s okay,” he said, turning into the parking garage. “But I’m gonna find you a really nice girl, and you’re going to give it a shot.”
I sighed as I ran my hand over the mess of dark blond stubble left on my chin. “You and I both know nice girls don’t date guys like me, and that most of them bore me to death with their quinoa, and nail treatments, and rom-coms, and—”
“Open. Mind.” Kirk said, and we hopped out of his car and made our way up to the building. I sighed in relief and hoped this particular topic of conversation wouldn’t resurface on the drive home as well.
The Torver Group, Seattle’s top-rated investment company (started by yours truly), was located on the top floor of our office building, giving us uncontestable views of the glimmering Seattle Harbor. It was the kind of office I never took for granted, especially after those hellish days I spent using my parent’s shed as office space. I had to admit I still harbored a bit of shameful nostalgia for the easy openness of my professional beginnings though. When the Torver Group was starting out, the possibilities seemed to stretch on forever. After months and months of hard work, it seemed that things could only go up, and then we got a lot of lucky breaks. Sometimes in our shiny new office building, with its touch-screen elevator and Swiss coffee-maker, I felt nostalgic for the days when I would crank up a space heater in my parent’s shed, a TV dinner in hand as I worked.
“So,” Kirk said cautiously as the elevator made its slow climb up. “Since you weren’t actually prepping for the meeting last night, how much do you actually know about this company we’re acquiring?”
“The Wordsworth Company,” I muttered robotically. I was still a little pissed at Kirk for his interrogation in the car. “An investment company originally based in Portland. They get saved from bankruptcy, we get their clients. Negotiations should be easy.”
“Easy?”
“They’re a dinky little company compared to us. We got the upper hand here.”
“And what do y
ou know about their CEO?” Kirk asked, and I tried my best not to roll my eyes at him again.
“I did my research. Some guy named Sam Doyle.”
“…And? What’s his story?”
“It wasn’t thorough research.”
The doors opened up to our office, which always looked strange to me in the soft light of the early morning. I had designed the place to be stately and modernist, but it looked like it could double as a high-end nightclub. A massive fish tank stood at the entrance, looking out over neatly tiled floors and deep gray walls adorned with abstract art in primary colors. A waiting area with a coffee machine, high-backed cream chairs, and copies of Vogue and The Wall Street Journal sat in the corner. Everyone, with the exception of myself, had the refreshed look of coming off a relaxing weekend. Sabryna, my assistant, was sitting at her desk with her usual morning cup of earl grey. I could already tell from her face that she sensed my panic.
“Out with Cassidy again?” she quipped, raising an eyebrow.
“I’m pleading the fifth on that one.”
“Mmm-hm.” Sabryna stared into her mug of tea.
“Are they here yet?” I whispered, and Sabryna continued sipping her tea with resolute calm.
“Not yet, but they will be any minute,” she winked. “Conference room is all set up. Coffee, danishes, the whole deal.”
“Phew,” I said. “Sabryna, you’re an angel. Literally.” I ran into my office as she responded with the well-tired look she often gave me which seemed to say, if I’m such an angel, where’s my raise, Torver?
I rifled through the organized chaos of my desk to find what I would need for the meeting. It should be straightforward, this acquisition. We would get Wordsworth’s clients, and we would lay out our rules for them, dictate our terms. The Wordsworth Company was quickly going bankrupt, and I couldn’t help but feel a shameful sense of pride at getting to be the one to swoop in and save them. Despite a shaky morning, the rest of the day should run smoothly. I would walk out of the building today with a newly expanded client base and a new batch of grateful employees ready to bow at my feet.
