by Gina Blake
He gave himself a mental kick and tried to concentrate on what the speaker was saying. “So, ladies and gentlemen, without further ado, let me introduce our new CEO and Chairwoman of the Board, Victoria Greenwood.”
Nice looking broad. Not like the other one. A good-looking woman in a classy black suit sat, knees together, studying Ms. Greenwood intently.
Ms. Greenwood welcomed them all and told them of some changes that were going to take place now that she was totally in charge. A few murmurs of approval went round the room.
“But first,” she said, “Let me introduce my second-in-command, Charlotte Carter.
Second-in-command. Charlotte. Like everyone else, he’d assumed Charlie was short for Charles. He jolted his mind out of his sexual fantasies to cast his eyes more fully over the other people on the stage. The woman in black got to her feet, stepped toward the microphone when she was introduced, and stood beside the new CEO.
Ethan did a double take. If he didn’t know better, he’d say she looked a bit like the babe from the road. Nah, his mind was playing tricks on him.
He squinted and peered at her face. Hell, it was the babe.
But what a change in her appearance. She wore a straight-laced, somber black suit, the skirt just below her knees, a white blouse buttoned high to the neck, and black patent shoes with sensible heels on her feet. Glasses were perched on her nose, and her glorious mane of dark shiny hair was dragged back into a non-nonsense bun. He found it hard to believe it was the same woman. But it was. Then his jaw dropped when the awful truth struck home.
He’d just fucked his boss! The second-in-command of the whole company.
Or rather, she’d fucked him.
His mind went in several directions at once. Hell, what terrible things had he said to her about the company?
She stood sedately on that stage, knees together, as though butter wouldn’t melt. Then she smiled and started speaking.
“Good morning, ladies and gentlemen.” Her voice kicked him in the guts as he recalled her seductive tone and her dirty talk.
He remained silent when, in unison, everyone responded to her greeting. “Good morning, ma’am.”
“Sorry to cause this lateness, but I was unavoidably detained. As number two to your new CEO, rest assured I know how to run a company and how to keep it running at a healthy profit. We have some big plans and some great new ideas for expansion. I can assure you that no one is in danger of losing their job. Two things I will not tolerate, however, are insubordination—and people who come late.”
When she said the word “come,” Ethan got the distinct impression she was speaking directly to him, even though his crotch had turned decidedly antsy as he listened to her mesmerizing voice. She hadn’t been able to disguise that.
She didn’t speak for long, just long enough to make promises about the future and give assurances.
She turned to leave the stage, then stopped and went back to the microphone. “Oh, one more thing before I finish. Would the gentleman who came in late see me in my office right away?”
Oh hell. His gut kicked. He’d been late. So he really was for the chop.
A few back slaps of commiseration from colleagues and he was making his way to her office. But how the hell did he play this?
He stood for a moment outside the door with Charlotte Carter written in bright new gold lettering on it, then gently rapped on the polished wood.
“Come in,” the soft, seductive voice answered.
His stomach roiled as he opened the door and slipped inside the well-appointed office.
Charlotte Carter was seated behind a big, highly polished desk.
She smiled as he entered the room. “Hello again.”
Unsure what his attitude should be, he merely nodded and replied, “You might have told me.”
She was staring at him with a big smile on her face. “Ah, you remember me then.”
“How could I forget?”
“You were late coming to the meeting.”
“Only a couple of minutes,” he defended. “I had to go for a pee.”
“That’s good. I thought you’d chickened out.”
“You—uh—you wanted to see me.”
She nodded, stood, and came around the desk. “Do you want to know what I was thinking about up there on that stage?”
“I’m all ears.”
“The way your cock felt in my hand, and if you might be interested in repeating the performance.”
Was she kidding? His head spun. He hadn’t expected an answer like that. It sounded strange coming from a woman dressed so straight-laced. “If there’s one thing guaranteed to dampen a man’s libido, it’s the thought of fucking his boss.”
“Why, when you’ve already fucked her? Who, if I may say so, thoroughly enjoyed the experience.”
Her answers were starting to annoy him. “Do you get off picking guys up like that?”
She looked him straight in the eye. “As a matter of fact, I do.”
His frown deepened. “So how many have you picked up?”
“Not as many as you’d think. Just the ones I like the look of.”
He nodded. “Any of the other guys in that meeting out there?”
“No.” She slipped her glasses off her nose and laid them gently on the desk.
“So how do you go from being a no-nonsense second-in-command to a woman who…who… To being the hottest woman on the planet.”
“Thanks for the compliment. Because I enjoy sex. I mean I really enjoy it, and I like to fulfill men’s sexual fantasies.”
He stared wordlessly.
“You think I’m sexy,” she went on. “That’s good to know. Well, I’ll tell you. I was brought up straight-laced, rather like the CEO. Strict parents, until they died. Even stricter grandparents. I learned early in life to toe the line. Come to heel. Always expected to have my nose in a book. One day I was in the library talking with a friend when this strange woman, who turned out to be Victoria, asked if she could join us because we were talking about sex. More specifically, our sex lives. She couldn’t get enough sex talk and decided then and there to give sex a try. Expand on her education. We hit it off right away, and we enjoyed guiding her in the delights of sex. She went right out, bought some sexy clothes, changed her appearance, and went to a hotel to pick up a man.
“Long story short, we met the next week to hear how it went. Apparently, it went better than she expected and she was hooked. She couldn’t get enough of it.”
“Then what?” he asked, feeling his crotch tighten.
“Then she told us who she really was and how much pleasure she’d gotten from giving men a thrill. We wanted some, too. One thing led to another, and here I am.”
“How’d you pick me?”
“One thing that terrifies me is speaking in public. So anticipating this morning’s meeting, I needed to work off some of the nervous energy. In short, I needed sex, good, and hard. So I took myself to the diner and waited for a man I’d enjoy having sex with. Then you drove in, and I knew I’d found him.”
“How’d you know where I was headed?”
“Your car has a company number plate. When I noticed your tented fly, I knew you’d be up for it.”
He laughed on his breath. “You were right about that.”
“So, you ready for some more fun and games? A little taster before we get out of here.”
His heart raced as he glanced around the room. “Now? Here?”
“Right here.” She loosened her glorious black shiny mane, shook it out, and let it flow around her shoulders. Now she looked more like the babe he’d had in the woods.
His dick jerked. This could be interesting. “In your office?”
“Good sized desk for it, but a more comfortable sofa over there. Softer.” She smiled. “You see, I’ve got all the mod cons.”
“What if someone comes in? Catches us at it?”
“Would that worry you? The guy who came in front of a busload of people? Afraid
someone will catch you fucking?”
He shoved his hands in his pockets. “Not fucking per se.”
“What then?”
“Fucking the boss.”
“But the boss won’t mind.”
This was even more bizarre. “I’m not keen on quickies. They don’t last long enough. I like to linger over sex.”
“That’s good.” She eased farther back onto the desk and hitched her skirt above her knees. “I’m not keen on quickies either, but if the idea of getting caught bothers you, lock the door.”
“What?” All the time they talked, he’d been conscious of his dick thickening while she unbuttoned her jacket.
“Lock the door.”
He wasn’t about to argue. She’d come through before, hadn’t she? What made him think she wouldn’t again? Slowly, he walked to her office door, turned the key in the lock, removed it, and placed it on the adjacent cabinet. When he turned back, she was sitting on the end of the desk, skirt hitched higher up her thighs, and her legs apart, waiting for him. Oh hell, he’d have difficulty walking back the few steps across the carpet.
He held his dick in his hand to ease the fullness of his crotch. “Tell me,” he said, slipping her jacket off her shoulders. “Did you plan this?”
“I knew I’d see you here, yes.”
“I thought I’d lost you.”
One by one he loosened the buttons of her blouse to reveal a dark red lace bra that pushed her tits high and didn’t quite cover her luscious rosy pink nipples. He remembered sucking those glorious tits. Now her creamy mounds of pleasure spilled over the top of the red lace cups.
“Can’t you hurry this up?”
He chuckled. “Can’t you wait?”
“No.”
“Easy, baby. I’m getting there.” His eager hands covered her breasts, and she let go a purr of delight. He edged closer to her sitting on the end of the desk and pressed his mouth close to her ear. “Are your panties the same color as the bra?” He liked talking about her panties.
“Wait and see.” She unbuttoned his shirt, slipped it over his shoulders, and let it drop to the floor, then her shaking fingers fumbled with the zipper of his pants.
“Need a hand?” He bent to bury his face in the soft mounds of her breasts.
“No. I like to unzip a man myself.”
He eased his legs wider to give her easier access to his cock. Even though the door was locked, there was something exciting about peeling off the boss’ clothing in her office, having her slip her hands inside his pants and stroke his dick. Anyone who tried to get in, or heard them, were bound to hear what they were doing. But hell, if it didn’t bother her, why should it bother him?
Finally, she got the zipper down, and his pants dropped to the floor around his ankles, which left his whities. She cupped his big bulge through the thin material and gently rubbed him.
“Oh, that’s good. I was still horny after you left.” He kicked out of his pants and slipped his hands around to the zipper of her skirt. “I think we’ll ditch this, too.”
“Always leave ’em panting for more.”
The skirt slid over her red satin under slip to the floor. The smooth satin clinging to her hips soon revealed she wore nothing under it.
“No panties again.”
She smiled. “’Course not. I was expecting you.”
He sucked air in through his teeth, slipped his hand under the hem of the sensual red satin, trailed them up her legs, and found her pussy. “Mmm. Nice and wet.”
“I’ve been looking forward to this since we said goodbye in the car.”
Sliding her hand inside his whities, she slipped them down a little way and stroked his cock. He closed his eyes in rapture while they fondled each other.
A knock on the door dragged them out of their mutual titillation. “Ms. Carter. I can’t get in.”
“You don’t need to,” she called back, looking into his eyes while stroking him.
“But I need to get a file,” the voice called back.
“I’m busy.”
“It’ll only take a moment.”
She squeezed his dick. “Go away.”
“But Ms. Carter—”
“I said go away. I’ll open the door when I’m good and ready.”
There was something exciting, and surreal, about having his pants around his ankles, him stroking the boss’ pussy, her stroking his erect cock, while she carried on a conversation with someone on the other side of the door.
“What would have happened if I hadn’t locked it?” he whispered against her ear.
She giggled. “She’d have come in and seen us playing naughty and nice with each other.”
He laughed at her audacity. “Wouldn’t you have minded?”
“I’m the boss. I can do whatever I like. What about you?”
“Being caught doing it? Hell, no. Audiences don’t bother me. Remember the bus?”
She laughed again. “You ever fucked for an audience?”
“Not deliberately, but I did get caught once, in my office, after hours.”
Her eyes flashed. “Was it exciting?”
“You really do get off on this, don’t you?” Well, he could titillate her sexual appetites as much as she wanted. “I was fucking this girl on top of my desk. The night watchman heard us and came in to check on the noise. Poor guy nearly came in his pants.”
“What did you do?”
“Kept on fucking. I was too far gone to care. Or stop.”
“Was she any good?”
“Useless. Only let me do it once. Not like you. Now, where were we before being so rudely interrupted? Let me slide that sexy red satin off your ass.”
“No, I prefer sex half clothed. Makes it seem sexier for me. Naughtier.”
“Whatever the lady wants. Hitch it up a bit higher.” He paused a moment. “Can I ask you a question?”
“Of course.”
“Why do you do this when you don’t need to?”
“Because I love sex. I love to feel a man’s cock in my hand, like to kiss them, lick them, love them inside me thrusting hard. I like men climbing all over me. Feel their hands caressing me. I don’t do it all the time, only when I feel the need. Like today. Knowing I had to speak in front of a group today got me all jittery. Heck, I’ve barely fucked a man in weeks.”
“You just made me harder.”
“I know.” Pulling her slip up her thighs, she opened her legs wider and threw back her head. He tickled her clit just the way he knew she liked. She groaned and gripped his arm, holding it in place. “Oh hell, Ethan.”
He brought her to orgasm. She writhed and pumped her hips before collapsing against the desk.
“Again! Do it again!”
He obliged, using all his fingers to give her exactly what she wanted. Hell, he’d never met a woman with such an insatiable appetite. Well he wasn’t going anywhere soon. As long as he got his fair share of the action. He didn’t want to do all the giving and none of the taking.
He gave her the second thrill she’d begged him for. “Don’t forget me, Babe.” He kicked his whities off and away.
“Don’t worry,” she said, breathing heavily. “I haven’t forgotten you. We’ll just have that taster for now, then we’ll push off for the weekend.”
She led him to the sofa under the window and lay down, her red satin slip clinging to her hips. He lay beside her. With the back of one finger, she stroked his erect cock, and he closed his eyes, allowing her sensual touch to take over his body.
Hell’s teeth. She sure knew what she was doing.
She sighed blissfully. With slow strokes, she ran her finger up and down, up and down, until the only thing he became aware of was her hand on his dick.
The pressure grew. As though she sensed his growing need, she gripped him with all her fingers and caressed, building his rapture at a slow, steady pace.
He lay, totally immersed in the pleasure she was giving him. Then she stopped stroking.
“Why�
��d you stop?”
“Don’t worry. I’m nowhere near finished.”
His body thrummed with expectancy. “What are you going to do?”
“Kiss it better.”
He let go an involuntary groan as she leaned over, held him in one hand, pressed her soft lips to his dick, and kissed him all the away along his length from his balls to the engorged, purple head. Then her hot tongue joined the fun until her whole mouth moved slowly on his cock.
“Oh, oh, fuck. Fuck.”
She squeezed him gently and sucked hard. It was clear she had no intention of stopping until he was done. For fuck’s sake, his cock was on fire. And he was in paradise.
The pressure was building. He tried to sit up so he could watch what she was doing to him, but he fell back, unable to do anything but succumb to the pleasure of her hands on him, the sensations her mouth on his cock. “Oh, Babe, I’m going to explode.”
“No you’re not. Lie still.” She rubbed harder, sucked stronger.
“How can I…lie…still when…?” He grunted and pumped his hips, letting go a hot stream before falling back, exhausted, dragging air into his lungs.
She didn’t stop there. Just kept caressing and licking him until his blood finally came off the boil, his breathing returned to semi-normal and strength crept back into his sex-weakened limbs. After a short while, she lifted her head and smiled.
He sat up, then dropped his head back. “Where did you learn that?”
“From the Internet.”
“You’d better show me some of these sites.”
She got up from the sofa, straightened her slip, moved to the pile of clothing by the desk, and started to dress.
“Is that it? Aren’t we going to fuck?”
“Yes, but not here. I’d rather we did it in a more comfortable place.”
He, too, got up and moved to the desk to retrieve his clothing.
