Megan shoved the feeling down and away, crushing it into a tiny ball. She was nothing if she did not maintain her self-control, and she was determined that she would not give in to something as petty and wasteful as lust.
With her purse perched on top of her suitcase, she wheeled her belongings into the room while Mac watched. With a pointed look at him, she rested the suitcase by the king-size bed and removed her jacket. She had forgotten how form-fitting the silk shell she’d worn underneath was. However, when Mac’s eyes widened at the sight, she was instantly aware of every curve on her own body.
His dark eyes quickly fell back to their natural narrowness. but she had seen it. She bit the inside of her cheek to keep from smirking, and made a stiff gesture to the couch.
“Shall we chat before the retreat begins?”
He nodded and dropped his muscular frame back onto the couch. She perched on the very edge as far away from him as she could get. He grinned at her roguishly which only made her stiffen her spine another degree.
“I understand you have some military experience,” she continued.
He nodded. “A few years in the service, and now private security.”
“What made you leave the service?”
“Difference of opinion, I guess you could say.”
She raised one eyebrow at him but asked no follow-up questions. He crossed his legs to mask the fact his cock was twitching at the sight of her full breasts pressing against the silk of her blouse.
“I suppose we should get downstairs to meet everyone else. It would be, ahem, unseemly for them to catch us up here,” Megan said smoothly as she rose to stand.
Mac grinned again, “Catch us doing what?”
He smiled victoriously when her cheeks turned pink and she whirled towards the door.
“We need to get going.” She clipped each word carefully.
He followed her out from a distance, mostly just to check out her rear view.
The rest of her senior staff was milling around the bar area when they arrived, and Matthew watched the two of them suspiciously. Megan introduced Mac around to the small group and let them get acquainted while she walked to the bar for a drink. She was pointedly aware that her silk blouse was still emphasizing curves that she did not normally display, but she tried to push that aside.
Matthew appeared next to her, standing close enough to be construed as possessive. She accepted her glass of white wine and stepped back from his proximity.
“Matthew, appearances,” she warned in a low voice.
He twisted his mouth sarcastically. “But it’s okay for you and he to be seen together?”
“We simply walked in together, that’s all,” she replied coldly.
He huffed his disapproval and disappeared back into the small group of coworkers.
Megan was left alone at the bar with her wine, and her thoughts. She leaned sideways against the bar, her pencil skirt stretching tightly against the curve of her hip. She pondered the feelings that Mac sparked in her and tried to rationalize them away.
Oh, I’m just horny. Matthew doesn’t really do it for me. Mac is all male and I just don’t encounter that on a regular basis. All male… He really is… Shaved head and bulging arms and dangerous eyes…Definitely not my type!
She snapped herself out of the reverie when she realized the very subject of her thoughts was standing in front of her.
“Don’t mingle much with the commoners?” his deep voice rumbled.
“Just thinking,” she replied vaguely.
“About what?” he pressed the issue.
“None of your concern,” she dodged.
He stared at her hard and smirked. “Sure boss, if you say so.”
Eventually he wandered off after studying her face for a few long moments, and the group migrated towards the dining hall of the resort. She had fought her instincts to create a minute-by-minute itinerary for the weekend, and had settled on a halfway point between free time and scheduled activities.
The first night was more of a free night after dinner, to let people get comfortable and get acquainted outside the office. She hoped to spend some alone time in the hot tub, but was not counting on the opportunity.
Chapter 5
The dinner went nicely, with a delicious meal and plenty of wine. Afterwards, Megan slipped off to the bar to switch from wine to a mixed drink. She carried her tumbler full of vodka and cranberry back to her room with the hope of changing into a swimsuit and slipping into the hot tub for just a moment.
She was grateful that her room was on a different floor from the rest of the group, but realized that did defeat part of the purpose of the retreat. Slipping into a modest cobalt blue bikini, she threw a sundress on top. The vodka and cranberry were gone by the time she got back downstairs, and she stopped at the bar for a refill before heading out to the back patio.
The group seemed to have disappeared, and she sighed with relief. Slipping into the hot-tub, she lay her head back. With her sandals and sundress discarded, she wiggled her red-painted toes in the warm water and slid beneath the surface. Her blonde hair was still tidy in its perfect French twist, and she let the warm water absorb her tired body. Her drink seemed extra crisp as the cold liquid flowed through her.
Just as she laid her head back against the edge of the hot tub, she thought she heard rustling behind her. Since it was a public area at a public hotel, she did not think much of it other than being disappointed at losing her privacy.
“Howdy, Boss…” the deep voice rumbled.
Megan looked up to see Mac entering the water. He was wearing nothing but swim trunks, and all of the assumptions she had made about his physique appeared to be true. His broad shoulders accentuated his flat, hard pecs and bulging biceps, but it all narrowed to the perfect ‘V’ shape as his body disappeared underneath the waistband of his swimsuit. He settled his large frame opposite her and stretched out his long arms against the tiled edge of the hot tub.
As she watched, she was acutely aware that his eyes were watching the swells of her breasts bobbing in the bubbling water. She took a long sip from her tumbler and tried to regard him with a cool expression despite the heat that was growing between her thighs.
“Nice hotel,” he commented, dragging his gaze away from her body.
“It had good reviews,” she replied dismissively.
“Your room is the best though.”
Megan raised one eyebrow at him. “But of course.”
He chuckled and shook his head, “Guess it’s good to be the boss.”
She looked away from his intense stare.
“So… how long have you been sleeping with your VP?” he tried to sound casual but it did not work.
“Excuse me?”
“Hey, my job is to notice things. And I noticed.”
“It’s none of your business.”
“Actually it is. It could be considered a security risk.” He was reaching and they both knew it.
“It’s not. Anything about the business that I would know, he already knows.”
Mac had been slowly moving towards her as she looked anywhere but at him. He settled within a foot of her and she looked surprised when she realized that fact.
“Matthew is not a security risk,” she repeated.
“Oh but compromising situations can be.” He spoke low so that she could barely hear.
Megan was intensely aware of his proximity. She willed her body to calm down. With his eyes glued to her face, she was certain he could see the flush on her cheeks and the pulse pounding in her throat. She could smell the musky scent of his cologne, and it was tickling her bloodstream with promises.
He leaned over and whispered in her ear, “Compromising like this.”
His breath was warm against her skin and she shivered despite the warm water around them. His arm was stretched behind her and she had an overwhelming urge to retreat into his solid frame. Even sitting, he was several inches taller than she was, not to mention the pounds he had
on her. Megan turned her smooth face up and blinked through thick dark lashes.
Mac could feel his cock twitching wildly inside his swimsuit and prayed that the bubbles would hide any swelling. Her powdery fragrance was teasing him, and the sight of her firm breasts floating at the water’s surface was absolute torment. If she was not his boss, if she was just some restaurant hostess, he would be buried balls-deep in her right there in the hot tub.
When he studied her bright green eyes, he expected to find irritation or annoyance or even repulsion, but instead he saw the one emotion that was a danger to them both. Desire.
Her face was creamy and smooth, and her skin looked like silk. Her full pink lips were made for actions that she had probably never even dreamed of. There was almost an innocence in her look, as though the entire scenario was brand-new to her. Mac found himself torn between wanting to protect that innocence and wanting to lay waste to it.
Megan stared up at him silently, waiting for something that neither of them could identify. His eyes were so dark she could not read anything in them. Her confusion was laid to rest when he claimed her mouth with his own. For a moment she pushed her arms against him; a feeble attempt to protest.
His lips were surprisingly soft to the touch, yet the kiss was hard. His tongue demanded entrance to her mouth and she yielded without a fight. She moaned softly into his mouth as she tasted the warm Scotch he had just finished. His arm slid around her shoulders just as the other wrapped around her waist, pulling her onto his lap.
She straddled him, feeling the surge of desire that filled his cock. Her body cried out to feel more of him, and she wriggled her hips in frustration. Mac held her tightly against himself, pressing up with his hips as he held her down against his swollen cock.
There was a sudden clatter from inside the hotel, and they breathlessly sprang apart. She peered over Mac’s shoulder and could see Matthew standing just inside the glass door. Matthew spun on his heels and stormed back into the dark recesses of the hotel.
Chapter 6
Megan sighed heavily, and ran a damp hand over her blonde hair. She moved slowly through the water and climbed the steps while Mac’s eyes followed every move of her curves.
“Where you headed?”
“I-I-I have to go. This was a mistake.” She could not even look at him as she spoke the words.
She slid her sundress over her wet swimsuit and put her sandals on as she walked towards the door. She had disappeared into the darkened room before Mac could even move out of the hot tub. His cock was raging hard under the water, and he was not exactly thrilled about walking through the hotel lobby in that condition.
He smacked his palm against the edge of the hot tub loudly and let loose a string of cuss words to no one in particular.
Fuck! My first fucking day on the job and I get handsy with the boss. I’m one fucking idiot. I’ll be fired before breakfast.
But even as his mind was berating him, his body was still remembering the feel of her needy body against his. She had not rebuffed his actions at all; in fact, she seemed to want more. He knew enough about women to know when one wanted more. She had pressed her tits against his chest and ground her pussy against his cock. If those were not clear signs of ‘want’, then he may as well give up women altogether.
Just as his cock was starting to deflate, his memory tricked him into thinking about the fullness of her breasts against him and the curve of her hips under his hands.
“Fuck!” he swore out loud as his cock resurged.
He glanced around and finally saw a stack of towels in the distance. The night was dark enough that he was able to make it to the towels and wrap one around himself for camouflage. The breeze quickly cooled his skin and forced the shrinkage he had been waiting on. By the time he got back to his own room, he was ready for a hot shower. He debated going to Megan’s room, away from prying eyes, but decided against it.
Instead, he took a long hot shower with plenty of soap suds to slick his cock. As he pictured her full soft lips wrapped around his shaft, he grunted and shot his load against the opposite shower wall.
He dried off and finally collapsed into bed, exhausted from the day and from the lust he felt for his blonde boss.
*
Megan was alone in her room after her own shower. The sheets were cool and crisp against her skin, and she stretched her body out against them. As she lay there, she berated herself for giving in so easily to Mac’s desires for her.
I’m lying to myself. I wanted him too. I still want him. I can’t be sleeping around with all of my subordinates. That’s insane. But holy hell, he felt good.
Megan remembered the thickness of his hard cock underneath her, and knew that if she kept him around she would give in. Matthew had a certain professionalism and was always considerate in the sack, but Mac was pure, raw power. And part of her desperately wanted that; wanted someone else to have the power just for a moment.
With two fingers buried deep inside her own pussy, she imagined Mac plunging into her while he held her down on the bed. She gasped and sighed as the climax overtook her good judgment, and she may have even called out his name. She passed out soon afterwards, with thoughts of her new head of security dancing through her head.
*
The next morning, breakfast was slightly awkward between the three of them. Luckily, everyone had split off into four-top tables and Megan did not end up with either Matthew or Mac. While she ate her spinach omelet she chatted politely with the other three at her table.
After breakfast, the plan was to have a team-building exercise out on the obstacle course. One of her staff was a huge fan of rope ladders and such, and had offered to plan it. So she handed it right over.
Everyone changed into workout gear and headed down to the course. There were rope ladders, a zip line, and some sort of gadget that resembled a medieval torture device. The hotel employee who operated the course ran through all of the safety advice and lectures, and then let them have at it.
The teams were divided up, and Megan was both horrified and excited to be on Mac’s team. Matthew looked like the kid from grade school who always got picked last for baseball, but it had been out of her control.
Matthew’s team headed to the opposite end of the course. Apparently the two teams would start on opposite ends, meet in the middle, and then finish.
Everything went pretty well with Mac and his team until it came to the middle feature when they met Matthew’s team. The middle obstacle consisted of a rope swing that hung over a huge mud pit. The point was to swing from one ledge to the other and obviously not get muddy.
Mac went first and easily cleared it. Two others from their team managed to make it across with little struggle. Megan was up, and prepared herself with a deep breath. As soon as she swung out from the first ledge, she knew she was not going to make it. Mac reached out for her to pull her the rest of the way. As the swing moved backwards, Megan lost her grip on the rope, Mac lost his balance on the ledge and they both tumbled into the soggy mud pit. By the time they both surfaced, they were covered from head to toe in slimy, cold, wet mud and were surrounded by laughing colleagues. No one had ever seen Megan remotely disheveled, even, before! She sat up, stunned, for a moment. And then the irony of the whole situation overtook her. Wiping mud from her eyes, sputtering, she gave in to full-fledged laughter. Beside her, Mac was laughing uproariously. When he had gained control enough to stand up, he held out a hand and pulled Megan up Matthew just glared at them from the sidelines.
The two teams finished the course with no other incidents, but as everyone headed back to the locker room to clean up, Matthew happened to bump into Mac as the teams met. Without even thinking, Mac reacted and shoved Matthew backwards into the mud. Matthew reached out to grasp someone for balance and managed to snag the head of accounting. As they tumbled, their flailing limbs took out several others. Within minutes, the entire group. including Megan and Mac, were back in the mud pit.
Matthew came up
bellowing at Mac, and for his efforts received a mouthful of mud that someone slung at him. Soon the entire group was throwing mud and yelling and laughing and tumbling over one another.
Megan felt a thick, strong hand grab her wrist and pull her towards them. She found herself pressed against the thick hard body of her head of security, and they slipped around against each other in the mud. She wrapped one leg around his waist for balance and leverage but instead of gaining the upper hand, he slid several fingers along the crotch of her running shorts. She gasped and wriggled against the fingers which only spurred them on.
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