Hot Proposition (Happy Endings, Contemporary)

by LB James

  Grasping my hips firmly, he pushed me back, distanced me from him. “Take off your clothes,” he demanded.

  I stood there in my suit, ready for mergers and the boardroom. Not the bedroom. Knowing his eyes were on me, watching my every move was unbelievably arousing. My hands fluttered up to my jacket, grabbed the lapels and slid it from my shoulders, let it drop to the floor.

  Cole's eyes followed my fingers, then the fall of material. He was mesmerized. Under my spell now. Every fiber of his being was centered on my hands undoing the tiny buttons down the front of my blouse. It was an incredible power I'd never felt before, this control I had over a man. I wasn't used to my body being used as a weapon that weakened a man's defenses, left him merciless to my slightest move. To know I could bring him to his knees with just a look, a kiss.

  Cole's body was coiled tightly, his hands gripped the bedspread into tangles. His erection was molded firmly to his pants, pressing against the zipper. It looked big, and I couldn't help lick my lips in anticipation. To see it, to feel it in my hands, my mouth, my pussy.

  Slowly, slowly, a part formed in my blouse, my bra, my belly being exposed one inch at a time. I pulled the tails of my blouse from my skirt, shrugged the fabric off my shoulders. My hands were pinned inside the sleeves, capturing my arms behind my back.

  Cole's hands snaked around my hips, grabbed my ass and pulled me in, his fingers tightening in the tangled fabric at my wrists, pinning me to him, my breasts a breath away from his mouth.

  “Black lace.” He ran a finger over the curve of my breast that was lifted above the demi cup. “I love the peekaboo affect. I can see your nipple.” His hot breath fanned across one tip and it instantly hardened. And he hadn't even touched it yet.

  He leaned forward, his hungry mouth closing over the turgid peak, pulling it in, sucking it deeply. My head fell back of its own accord, my eyes drifted closed, my mind lost to the sensations of his mouth, his hot tongue swirling at the tip. The strap was tugged off my shoulder, pulling the delicate fabric down over my breast, lifting it, exposing it completely to Cole. “It's as pink as I thought. Like the blush on your cheeks.”

  Cole undid the clasp at the front and my bra slid down my arms to join my blouse about my wrists. “More.”

  My breath came out in pants, little gasps of breath that lifted my breasts, tilted my needy nipples toward Cole's mouth.

  He slid the side zipper of my skirt down, pushed it over my hips to drop it to the floor. “God, you're beautiful,” he murmured as he slid his hand up the inside of my thigh to my black lace thong, his fingers slipping into the wetness there. “You're so wet for me, sweetheart. It's like honey coating my fingers. I need to see you.”

  Grabbing the thin scrap of fabric at my hip, he ripped the thong from my body. The cool air on my wet pussy sent shivers through me, knowing his gaze rested on my swollen lips and groomed tangle of curls sent tingles up my spine. I stood there, pinned in place for him to consume with his eyes.

  I looked at Cole, took in how his eyes were feasting upon my nakedness, his fingers sliding deeply into me, then up and around my clit, learning every nuance of my body. “Put your foot up on the bed,” he commanded.

  Unsure, I stalled, afraid.

  “What's the matter?” Cole asked.

  “I don't do this kind of thing,” I whispered. My nerves fought with the desire to squeeze his cock deep inside my body and come, to pull his very essence from his body.

  Something must have shown on my face, because he added, “This,” he swiped through my weeping slit, “is all for me.” He brought his fingers, glossed with my desire, to his lips, sucked on them. “I love your taste. I want more.” He paused, took a deep breath. “If it makes you feel any better, you'll be the first boss I've ever fucked.”

  I laughed at his attempt to lighten the mood. “I thought you quit,” I added, forgetting I stood completely naked except for my heels in front of Cole, still fully dressed.

  His eyes darkened before my eyes, his jaw clenched tight. “Then I want you to be the last woman I ever make love to.”

  My mouth fell open at his words. He'd stunned me into silence, and I had to admit, that didn't happen very often.

  “Now show me what's mine, sweetheart.”

  My heart, my mind, surrendered right then. I could do nothing but what Cole bid. Raising my right foot, I placed it on the bed next to his hip. Sliding off the mattress, he knelt before me, grabbed the globes of my ass and pulled me right to his mouth. His tongue snaked out, slid through my swollen folds and up to my clit. His mouth closed over it, nuzzled close, sucked on it, pulled it out for his tongue to stroke over.

  In seconds I was gone. Washed under a tidal wave of pleasure. I cried out Cole's name as my blood felt like hot lava in my veins, colors danced behind my eyelids. Cole held me at the mercy of his mouth, of his tongue, to extend my orgasm for as long as possible. One hand on my backside held me up and in place, the other snaked around and slipped fingers deep into me, never ceasing his delicious torture.

  “More,” he growled. Without a moment's rest I was taken up and over again, my body slicking with sweat, the roots of my hair tingling with the pleasure Cole was wringing from me.

  Instead of collapsing into a sated blob on the floor, Cole lifted me up, with one hand tossed back the covers and placed me on the cool, crisp sheets. He wiped the back of his hand over his mouth, removing the glistening proof of my desire for him. In seconds he ripped off his clothes, exposing his rampant cock to my gaze. I'd been right. He was huge. Dark, swollen, the large head weeping with its need for me.

  He stood before me in all his naked splendor. Mine for the taking. I held one hand out for him, beckoning him to take me.

  “More,” I said, repeating his word.

  Grabbing a condom from his pants, he ripped open the foil. “You do it,” he said as he handed me the rolled protection. I sat up, my face close to his bobbing cock. I couldn't resist, I licked my lips once then kissed the swollen, angry head.

  It was Cole's turn to call out. Pushing me back, I bounced off the soft mattress, my hair wild about me on the pillow. “You can do that later. Right now I want to come inside you, feel your pussy walls clenching me tight.” With shaking hands, Cole slid the condom down over his hard length himself. He moved between my knees, my legs splayed wide. “You're mine now, sweetheart.” He positioned his cock at the entrance to my femininity. Ran a finger around the tip, swirling my wetness around. “This is all just for me.”

  He pushed in an inch.

  “Just for you,” I repeated, feeling stretched wide. Then he moved deeper, and deeper still. His large cock was spreading me wide open. I lifted my legs, wrapped my calves about his back, pulling him into me all the way.

  Once he was fully seated, we both groaned, the pleasure swirling about us like we'd been tossed up in a a tornado with no place to land. Our skin was slick, my nipples rubbed against his crisp chest hair. Our racing breaths, the sounds of our slick desire as he moved in and out were all that filled the room. The scent of sex surrounded us, clouded my brain to everything but coming once again.

  Threads of desire wrapped around my lungs, entwined to create a weave that squeezed my heart, binding me to Cole like I'd never thought possible. He started to move, his hips pumping into me, my pussy clenching in possession of his cock, keeping hold and not wanting to ever let go.

  “Mine,” Cole ground out against my neck, his hot breath stirring my sweaty hair at my nape.

  “Yes, Cole. Yours. All yours.” My whole world was centered on the bundle of nerves between my legs that was grinding against Cole's belly. “Please,” I begged.

  Sensing what I needed most, Cole placed a thumb right there. With one slight slippery flick, I exploded, my orgasm bursting forth, coating Cole's cock in a torrent of liquid desire. With the extra lubrication, Cole slid even deeper, his very tip pressed to my womb. With my pussy clenching him in a muscular death grip, he roared his own orgasm, pistoning his hips a few l
ast times, wrenching the last dregs of pleasure from our sated bodies.

  Cole collapsed on top of me, his heavy weight pinning me into the tangled, damp sheets. His breath fanned my neck, a hand idly stroking my hair. I didn't mind. In fact, I savored the feeling of being overpowered, protected, pleasured by Cole.

  After a minute, or hours, Cole shifted off of me, slipped out of my body with a wet slurp, lifted my head and placed it in the crook of his arm. I shifted even more to rain kisses down his torso, to lave at his flat nipple.

  “Sweetheart, I'm not going anywhere. Give me a minute, or you can just climb on top and have your way with me.”

  I rested my chin on his chest, smiled at him, savoring the well-loved ache between my thighs. He had the look of a man well satisfied, a lazy grin spread wide across his face.

  “I think I might have a long term job for you,” I said, teasing his chest hair with my fingers. “But I think you'll have to give a formal interview.”

  Cole raised on eyebrow.

  “I want to make sure you have all the skills for the job,” I added.

  “Makes sense. And these skills would include...?”

  “Inventiveness and creativity. Endurance, of course,” I drawled.

  “Of course,” Cole replied as he kissed the top of my head.

  “Lots of manual dexterity. But I don't want to give you all the details. I want you to show me what kinds of things you can do. Prove you're right for the job.”

  In one swift motion, I was pinned beneath Cole's hard, lean body. One of his legs was thrown over my hips, pinning me in place. “All right. The first thing I like in a boss is the ability to listen. To follow directions when required.”

  It was my turn to quirk a brow. I licked my lips and nodded my head.

  “Good.” Cole ran his palm across my cheek, pushed my hair back from my face. “Turn the shower on and wait for me there.”

  I opened my mouth, but quickly closed it, realizing I was supposed to be following Cole's instructions. Lifting his leg off me, I stood up and walked toward the bathroom, not before getting a swat on the ass on the way. “I get a perfect view of your interview outfit,” he added.

  Daring a glance over my shoulder, Cole lay there, sprawled across the tangled sheets, blissfully naked, smiling at me, his eyes raking over my body.

  This was going to be good.

  In the bathroom, I stood in the deep tub and adjusted the taps to a comfortable temperature, the hot water swirling around my bare feet. My whole body tingled from what Cole did to me...what he was going to do to me next.

  Samantha had been right, getting laid was a good idea. The sound of the water blocked out any noises Cole might be making and was startled when I found his hands upon my shoulders, warm and gentle. He reached around me, lifted the shower knob and the hot spray rained down on our bodies. Pulling the shower curtain closed, steam started to fill the air, making it sultry and tropical in the small space.

  I looked over my shoulder, taking in Cole's nudity. There hadn't been a chance to just look my fill. His shoulders were broad, flat nipples had dark swirls of hair between and down over his flat stomach, tapering into a line that ran directly to his rampant cock. Cole had sheathed himself in a condom, but the latex covering couldn't diminish his large size, his girth. It amazed me to realize he'd fit inside me.

  Cole turned my body sideways, pressed me into the cool white tile, my nipples tightening at the contrast. I felt his cock hot and hard against the top curve of my ass. Leaning in, his breath fanned my neck as he said, “I can prove your endurance requirement,” Cole bent slightly at the knees and his cock slipped in deep with just one thrust. “Right now.”

  Filled to the brim, I cried out. His hips shifted against mine, pulsing motions that had the head of his cock bumping some magical place within me. “Spread your legs,” he groaned.

  I did. Now his were between mine, his body pinning me in place. My fingers spread out on the shower wall by my head, my face turned to see Cole nip my shoulder. “Good girl. I like a boss who can take direction.”

  He pulled almost all the way out, the blunt head resting on my G-spot, then rammed home. I groaned at the feel, the knowledge that Cole was taking what he wanted, dominating me. It was a heady sensation knowing I could let go, hand off control to another. To trust that they knew what's best...to pleasure us both.

  Cole stepped back, slid out. “Turn and face the back wall. Put your hands on it and bend over. I did as he bid without question, knew that whatever he had planned, I could trust him. Trust him with my body, with my orgasm.

  I looked down at the wet tub, my bright red toenails, Cole's hairy, muscled legs standing directly behind mine.

  “Manual dexterity, you said?” Cole's voice was rough as his hand slid down my spine, between my ass cheeks to slide through my wet folds. From his vantage point, I knew he could see every bit of me, my clit swollen and ready for more.

  “How about this?” Using both of his hands, he worked me, fingers slipping deep into me, turning, arching to pull as much pleasure from my core as possible. The other hand slid from my clit through my juices to brush over the sensitive nerve endings right at my back door. My head shot up at the pulses of electricity at the slight touch, my inner muscles squeezing and clenching at the surprise.

  “Like that?” Cole asked.

  “I've never...I mean...I didn't know—” I gasped.

  “Note I'm observant and thorough.”

  Cole worked me this way, one hand working me deep, sliding over every small little pleasure spot within me, the other swirling and twirling his fingers in some secret, magical motion. The combination had me panting, calling out Cole's name over the rush of water. “Please!” I begged.

  Cole's hands were quickly replaced by his hard length which thrust deep, his hips pressed against my ass. Leaning forward, Cole cupped my breasts that were exposed and free for his ministrations. Tugging and pulling on the nipples all the while pounding into me brought me closer and closer to my climax.

  “Touch yourself,” Cole said.

  I reached down and fingered my clit, circling, swirling the bundle of nerves. Then I brushed against Cole's cock as it slid in and out of me, stretching me open, spreading my lower lips wide. Returning to my clit, I ran my fingers over it once, twice. All at once, the orgasm was upon me. Cole pinched my nipples roughly, and that pain/pleasure combined with my clit and his cock buried deep had me scream. My inner muscles milked Cole's cock as I focused solely on the wave after wave of the most exquisite pleasure pumped through my veins, through every nerve ending in my body.

  Cole's release came right after mine, holding still imbedded deep within me. His hands were filled with my breasts, his mouth sucking, licking at my shoulder. I felt Cole's breaths as his chest hair tickled my back.

  “Lastly, I always finish a job,” Cole said, his voice worn out, rough from exertion. Reaching back, Cole shut off the water, let me stand up, turned me to face him. Lowering his head, he gave me a gentle, soft kiss, his lips a gentle brush against mine.

  As he slid back the curtain, he grabbed a towel from the rack, started to rub it over my dripping body, my tingling skin.

  “Mmm,” I all but purred. “You're hired.”

  Cole tilted my chin up with a finger. “This isn't a consulting position. I'm only looking for long-term.”

  I smiled, catching his meaning. My heart flipped over. This wasn't just an office fuck. This wasn't just getting laid out of state. This was more. This was me and Cole. I smiled at him. “With benefits.”

  Cole brushed a finger over a nipple and it tightened on contact. “I think I'm going to like the benefits.”

  “So do I,” I said, my head falling back against the wall of the shower, eyes closing to my body's insatiable need for Cole. “So do I.”

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