“Wow,” Ivy said as they entered Eric’s office. “This is amazing.” Ivy saw two desks. “Which one is mine?” she asked as she gestured to the two massive workspaces.
Eric flicked on the light and pointed to the desk without any clutter. “That’ll be mine,” Ivy said as she sat down at the pristine workstation.
“Monitors,” Eric said. On his voice command flat screen television screens seemed to appear out of nowhere. Ivy glanced at the monitors. The New York Stock Exchange, NASDAQ, the Tokyo Stock Exchange and the London Stock Exchange each had an individual monitor. Two of the monitors had split screens with two additional exchanges each. Shanghai, Hong Kong, Toronto and BM&F Bovespa in San Paulo were all represented.
Oh my god, Ivy thought, we are so going to have sex in this room. “I just have to say it,” Ivy said with a smile as she placed her computer on the table, “this makes me wet.” She gestured around the room at the monitors with stock markets.
“Hell,” Eric said.
“What?” Ivy replied.
“Knowing it makes you wet, makes me hard,” Eric said, advancing toward Ivy with a gleam in his eye.
Ivy breath quickened as Eric approached. She could feel her nipples harden anticipating his touch.
“Ivy,” Eric whispered, “we have a lot of work to do. My naughty little Ivy is distracting me from my work.”
Ivy’s vagina clenched with his words. Everything about Eric Masters was hot.
Eric undid his jeans and pulled his cock out of the opening. Ivy stared at Eric’s cock waiting for him to give her direction. “Come here, baby,” he said. “I want you to suck me.”
Ivy’s mouth watered as she leaned down to take Eric in her mouth. Eric guided her head up and down. After what Ivy felt was too short of a time, Eric tugged on her hair and pulled her up to kiss her. Eric slid his hand down to Ivy’s pussy. He slid his fingers over her clit and into her hole. Ivy moaned into his mouth.
Eric pulled off Ivy’s T-shirt so she was entirely naked and he was almost fully clothed. Ivy thought that was pretty hot, too. Eric positioned Ivy so her hands were on his desk and her legs were spread wide. Ivy’s vagina clenched again in anticipation of his first thrust. Eric didn’t disappoint, he took his cock and slid it into her waiting pussy.
“You feel so fucking amazing,” Eric whispered into Ivy’s ear. “Every time I fuck you I want to fuck you one hundred times more. And your breasts, I love how they hang down in this position and bounce every time I thrust.”
Eric gave each tit one last squeeze. Then he grasped Ivy around the waist and started to thrust. “I’m going to come fast,” Eric murmured into Ivy’s ear. “Stroke your sweet little clit so you come with me.”
Ivy braced her weight with one arm. Then she held her finger to Eric’s lips. He sucked it getting it wet. She took her wet finger and started to circle her clit. Eric started to thrust harder and faster holding her securely in place as he increased the tempo.
Eric started whispering in Ivy’s ear, “You make me so friggin’ hard. I’m gonna pour my hot cum into your wet little pussy. Then, when we’re working, I’m gonna know you’re full of my cum. Rub that little clit, babe. I can feel you starting to clench. Come on, babe, when I feel you come on I’m gonna come, deep in your hot wet…”
Ivy screamed as she came. Eric thrust into her orgasm and shot his cum deep. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her back tightly against his chest.
Ivy grinned as her heart slowed down. She turned around and wrapped one hand around Eric’s neck as she kissed him. With her other hand she put his cock back in his jeans then tugged them up from behind. “I’m feeling a little underdressed,” she whispered against his mouth.
Eric kissed her hard. He grabbed her T-shirt and pulled it back over her head.
“Damn, woman,” he was grinning at Ivy, it made her heart skip a beat. “I thought you said we had work to do.”
“It is not my fault that you find me irresistible,” Ivy replied with a grin. She sat in her seat and sighed as she felt the remains of Eric’s seed dribbling out of her vagina. What goes up must come down, she thought with a smile.
“What?” Eric must have seen her smile.
“I’ll tell you later,” Ivy said, focusing on the business at hand. “Can we pull up Fairweather’s financial status on one of the large screens?”
Eric nodded and sat down at his computer. “Log in. There’s a wireless connection you can click on once you’re in.”
Ivy nodded as she logged into her account for Fairweather Holding Company. “Shit,” she mumbled, “the asshole is trying to lock me out.” She typed quickly on the keyboard. “Yes!” she exclaimed as she was able to login using an encrypted account Laurel set up in case someone attempted to take over their computer.
Ivy spun her chair toward Eric. “My mom decided to get married. Which was totally weird as she had me and my sisters out of wedlock with three different dudes. Dudes, I might add, we never met. Then, a few months ago, on one of her ‘meet and greets’ or what we call her schmooze trips she met Antonio DeMarco. And ended up married to him. When she came home she was different, it was like she was strung out on drugs.” Ivy paused for a moment.
“Anyway, Mom ended up missing and we were kind of abducted by our stepfather. We escaped his clutches.” Ivy paused and kind of laughed. “Clutches sounds so dramatic. At the time it was kind of dramatic. We caught a plane to North Dakota, to the only safe haven we could think of, our Nana’s house in Nowhere.”
“What do you think happened to your mom?” Eric asked.
“Honestly, we thought DeMarco might have killed her.” Ivy paused as she studied the computer screen without seeing it. “We received a message from our Uncle Steve. From the message we deduced Uncle Steve had our mom and was helping her recover from whatever drugs DeMarco fed her.”
“Uncle Steve’s your mom’s brother?” Eric asked.
“Now, that would seem logical, but nothing about the Fairweather women is ever logical. Uncle Steve was a high school friend of my mom’s, former military. He somehow ended up as our Manny. It was very trendy,” Ivy said with a smile.
“Well, your stepfather being a dick worked to my advantage. He cut down the time it would take for me to find you by umm a lot,” he said with a rueful grin.
“You are definitely the silver lining in my cloudy life,” Ivy said as she studied her company’s stock portfolio.” She sighed heavily. “I’m not sure how to protect the stocks from being traded.”
Eric was studying the screen projecting the Fairweather portfolio. “Does this look like it’s supposed to? You’ve got a very impressive portfolio,” he said. Ivy could hear the respect in his voice and smiled.
“I get a lot of intel from the Master Report. It’s my favorite bedtime reading,” Ivy glanced at Eric to gauge his reaction.
“I guess you’re going to have to read it some other time,” Eric said with a smile. “Our bed is for more than reading.”
“You can whisper advice on financial planning in my ear while we’re,” Ivy paused as she blushed. “I’m not going to say it. Just thinking about it makes me, well, never mind.”
Eric groaned. “Give me a time.”
“What?” Ivy asked, totally perplexed by his comment.
“Give me a time frame for the next time I can make you come, seriously, an hour, two hours. I need some boundaries or at least deadline, babe.”
Ivy glanced at the screen. One of the stocks on the screen was being traded. “Damn,” Ivy and Eric said in unison. Eric started typing quickly. “Did it,” he shouted, slamming his hands on the desk.
“Okay, no one will be able to trade your stocks except for you. I got the word out that your security was breached. I gave them a code they would need to use in order to buy, sell or trade with Fairweather.”
Ivy rolled her chair over to give Eric a fist bump.
“We need to pull up DeMarco Ltd. and see what we can discover,” Ivy said as she returned to
her screen.
On one of the monitors above Ivy’s head the DeMarco Ltd. portfolio appeared.
“Thanks,” she said giving Eric a thumbs-up.
Ivy and Eric worked in companionable silence. Each of them taking notes over the vast holdings under DeMarco Ltd.
“Well,” Ivy said.
“Well,” Eric replied. “It looks like he was trying to sell and buy the shares in the shipping company.”
“That’s what I was thinking, too,” Ivy agreed. “I’m going to send a quick text to Laurel and give her heads up.”
Ivy rummaged through her bag looking for her phone. She wasn’t thinking as she laid her supply of sex toys on the table. Ivy quickly sent a text to Laurel. “Hey, check out our shipping holdings. Make sure they are secure from your end.”
Ivy glanced at Eric. “Laurel does our computer security. It was incredible that the Miller brothers found her. They have so much in common.”
Chapter 11
What was incredible, Eric thought for maybe the hundredth time, was that he was with Ivy. Ivy who was apparently had a thing for sex toys. Eric studied the collection as Ivy sent another text message.
Ivy saw her pile of toys and blushed. Eric thought it was pretty amazing she would blush over her toys after all of the friggin’ sex they had and the ways they’d had it.
“Are you blushing, babe,” Eric asked with a grin as he picked up an interesting-looking apparatus. “Do you want to talk me through these?”
Ivy lifted her chin and her green eyes sparkled. “I like having orgasms, but I didn’t really want to have them with another guy. This is going to sound so stupid,”
Eric wrapped Ivy in his arms holding her head in the crook of his. “Nothing you say sounds stupid to me.”
“Well, this is pretty stupid, Ivy continued. “Basically, after our night in New Orleans I didn’t find other guys appealing. They’d try to kiss me and it made me feel, I don’t know, not dirty exactly. Just not sexy or interested.”
“I really would like a cocktail to make this confession,” Ivy said.
“What do you like?” Eric asked with a grin. He pushed a button and a wall went up exposing a large bar.
“Okay,” Ivy said with a grin, “that was cool. I mean my house is pretty amazing, but that was super cool. It was so, I don’t know, James Bond-ish.”
“What’s your poison?” Eric asked as he walked behind the bar.
“I would love a cosmo,” Ivy said with a sigh.
Eric pulled out the ingredients and shook up the drink. Then he poured the drink into a chilled glass. “Shaken not stirred,” he said as he handed Ivy the glass.
Ivy took a drink and sighed in contentment.
Eric grinned and poured himself Maker’s on the rocks.
“Cheers,” Ivy said, tapping her glass to Eric’s.
“To the smartest and most beautiful woman I know, the elusive Ivy Fairweather,” Eric countered, clinking her glass again.
“Not so elusive but probably the most beautiful and definitely the smartest,” Ivy said, taking another sip of her drink.
“Come on,” Ivy said, clasping Eric’s hand and drawing him back to her collection.
“So, after our night in New Orleans I fantasized about you all the time.” Ivy paused and took another drink. “And by all the time, I mean all the time. I actually considered going to therapy to be cured of my insatiable need to orgasm while thinking about you, my one night stand.
“Basically, I didn’t want to have sex with anyone but you. With the absence of you I started purchasing sex toys and fantasizing that either the toy was you or how you would use the toy on me.” Ivy took another drink. “That’s pretty pathetic, right?”
Eric was dumbfounded. Ivy’s only sex partner was him. Well, the only one who was flesh and blood. Eric took a swig of his whiskey, enjoying the burn.
“By the way,” Ivy continued, “I never believed you would react like me. I’m sure you’ve been with scores of women. I just don’t need to know.”
Eric tilted Ivy’s face up so he could kiss her. He wanted his kiss to tell her that she was the only one for him. He wished he’d never been with another woman. She probably wouldn’t want to know that when he had sex with someone else the only way he could climax was by pretending the woman was her.
“Ivy,” he whispered, “I can count the number of women I’ve been with on one hand. After New Orleans other women didn’t have a whole lot of appeal.”
Ivy took a final drink of her cosmo and sat it on a nearby table. Ivy reached up and cupped Eric’s face in her small hands. “True or false, that was a super wonderful thing to say.”
“Let me give you a tour of my collection,” Ivy said with a confident smile. “This,” Ivy continued, “is a penis-shaped vibrator. I tried to find one that reminded me of yours, is that weird?” she asked. “I’m sure the people at the Passion Emporium thought it was.”
“Next, are my Ben-Wa balls,” Ivy pulled the silver balls out of a black velvet pouch. Eric watched in fascination as Ivy lifted her leg and positioned it on a chair in order to slip the balls into her vagina. “They help me strengthen my va-jay-jay muscles.” Ivy straddled Eric’s jean-clad thigh pressing her pussy against and slowly rocking back and forth. “Now I just rock back and forth enjoying the sensation.”
Eric wrapped an arm around her, assisting her in the rocking motion. He was getting an education, and it was an education more informative than anything from his Bachelor’s, Master’s or Juris Doctorate.
Eric held up another item. “That bad boy is called the Triple Rider. It stimulates the vagina, clit and anus simultaneously,” Ivy said with a grin. “I think my new personal favorite is going to be this one,” she said as she lifted a black egg and what looked like a remote for a car off the table. “I think this one might be your favorite, too.”
“This is a wireless remote mini vibrator. Basically, whomever has control of the remote controls my orgasms. It works from up to fifty feet away.”
Studying the black egg, Eric considered the possibilities of being the one who controlled the remote. He could have her at his mercy. She evidently wanted to be at his mercy. “I really like it when you’re in control. Just imagine the possibilities.” Eric could imagine.
Ivy was rolling her hips quickly as she pressed down against his thigh, her little Ben-Wa balls were evidently doing the trick. Or maybe it was a combination of the balls and talking about her toys. Ivy stopped moving and closed her eyes. She took several deep breaths. Eric guessed it was an attempt not to climax.
“I think my favorite toys are the items I have for my nipples, I love nipple play. I seem to have a layered obsession—sex toys and nipple stimulation.” Eric couldn’t restrain himself any longer. He slid his hands under Ivy’s shirt and cupped her breasts. Ivy rolled her hips again and then stopped, panting softly.
“I have an entire collection of nipplaces,” Ivy was panting in earnest unable to stop the slow roll of her hips as she ground into Eric’s thigh.
“What are nipplaces?” Eric asked as he slowly twisted Ivy’s nipples.
“A nipplace is, oh damn, oh, oh, oh,” Ivy moaned as she started to climax. Eric let go of her nipples and clasped her waist, holding her tight against his thigh. He leaned down and pressed his lips to hers. Ivy thrust her tongue into his mouth and moaned with her climax. Ivy leaned her head into the curve of Eric’s neck. She took several deep breaths. Eric massaged her back, helping her come down from her climax. His cock was throbbing, but he’d thoroughly enjoyed Ivy’s orgasm. He still didn’t know what a nipplace was? And Ivy had an entire collection. Whatever it was he was sure he was gonna like it.
“Hey,” Ivy said, effectively gaining Eric’s attention. “Can we try one of my fantasies?”
Eric looked into Ivy’s deep green eyes. “Hell, yeah,” he replied.
“Okay, so we need the Eric tribute penis and the anal lube from your bathroom.” Eric grabbed Ivy by the hand and started to tug her out of
the office.
“Give me a sec,” Ivy said with a grin as she put her hand under her crotch and caught the three little balls in her hand. “I’ll clean them later,” she said as she put her hand back in Eric’s and grabbed the vibrator off the table.
Eric pulled Ivy into the bedroom, picked her up, and dropped her on the bed. He gave her a quick kiss then went to the bathroom and collected the anal lube.
Ivy glanced at him from under lashes a faint blush stained her cheeks. “What, babe?” Eric asked, trying to figure out what was making Ivy blush.
“I can’t believe we are going to do this,” Ivy said breathlessly. “I still can’t believe I found you and you wanted to find me.”
Eric took a deep breath his chest expanded, he loved this girl. Holy crap, he loved Ivy. Well, of course he loved her. He fell in love with her over café au lait and beignets and had loved her ever since. He smiled and pounced on Ivy, he nuzzled her neck and said, “Don’t tease me, babe. I’ll have to spank that sweet little ass if you tease me.”
“Eric,” Ivy said, turning his face to hers, “I like it when you spank me.”
Eric shook his head and leaned down and kissed her.
“Here’s what I want to do with the vibrator, the anal lube and you,” Ivy said to Eric. Eric felt his cock grow at her words. “I’m not even sure if this is going to work?” Ivy said, the uncertainty evident in her voice.
“Basically, I’m envisioning you laying on your back. Then I will straddle your hips and you’ll put your cock in my ass. Then I’ll put the Eric tribute penis in my pussy and ride up and down on both at the same time.”
Eric considered the idea. “Okay, I have one change. I’m going to rest my back against the pillows, that way I can play with your tits.”
Ivy nodded eagerly. “Come here, Ivy,” Eric said. “Kneel, so your pussy is lined up with my mouth. Ivy straddled Eric’s torso. Each adjusted their positions so they were lined up perfectly for Eric to claim Ivy with his mouth. He grabbed her ass and pressed her juicy little pussy against his waiting lips. He licked her and she moaned. Eric’s tongue danced on her clit, then he fucked her with his tongue, and Ivy mindlessly ground against his mouth on the verge of climax. Eric felt her begin to tense, he gave her one last lick his tongue. “Turn over and let me see that pert little ass.”
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