“I stay down in the server room most of the time. That’s in the basement, so I don’t run into many people.”
“You haven’t attended any company events. I would have remembered meeting you.”
She didn’t know if she should be offended or defensive. She decided to do neither.
“By the time I hear about the functions, they are usually over.”
“Well, you will have to come to the retreat this weekend.”
Crap, now there was no way out of it.
“Is your computer working OK?”
“Ah, yes, the computer. I am trying to link my laptop to the network . . .”
He said several more things that she could easily fix, but to be honest all she could focus on was his strong hands on the keyboards as he showed her what he wanted to do. She felt as if she was underwater as she made the adjustments that would allow him the access he needed. She had never felt like this before. She had always received a lot of attention from men, but she had never met one she couldn’t keep her eyes off of. For the first time she wished she was dressed more attractively.
She leaned in to make the final adjustments, and caught a whiff of his aftershave. She felt her heart skip a beat as she responded to the strong, masculine scent and the heat rising off of his skin. She felt her body responding and she stood up swiftly, nearly knocking him off of the chair.
“Is anything wrong Dorothy?”
“Um... my back is a little tense.”
“I will have my secretary set up an appointment with my masseuse.”
“Thanks. It looks like everything is up and running.”
And so was she.
The elevator took forever to get back down to the basement. When she went back into her office, she was surprised to see an email from the boss’s secretary giving her the information about her massage. The boss hadn’t bothered to check with her to see if she was busy. He had just assumed she would comply with what he wanted.
She was shocked to discover that she would.
She spent the rest of that interminably long workday ignoring the urge to run a check on the boss so she could see his pictures and learn more about him. Since she set up the networks she knew exactly how to get into everyone’s files. And since she was the only one who knew all of the passwords, she wouldn’t get caught.
Every time she started working on something else, her mind would go back to the man who was not only her boss but was incredibly rich, powerful and influential. If she did something to get herself fired, he could effectively ruin her career and her life.
For some reason, this excited her but she wouldn’t tempt fate. She only dared a few looks at his picture on the company website. Even that was a huge distraction. She didn’t know what was wrong with her; here she was behaving like a school girl with a crush on the Big Man On Campus.
The day finally ended and she packed up her gear and headed up to the ground floor. As she entered the lobby, she saw him. The Boss. Zane Mitchell, looking even more handsome than he had just a few short hours before.
She bit her lip nervously. She was very much afraid she was staring. He turned around and she fought the urge to leap back into the elevator. This was insane; she couldn’t just hover by the elevator. She strode purposefully towards the door. Zane smiled at her.
“Ah, Dorothy, I think we are the only two employees still here. Would you like to join me for a drink?”
She did indeed. She didn’t realize that Zane had seen right through her frumpy disguise. He was well aware of the beauty who was also the mastermind behind his company’s highly efficient computer system. He was not quite as technically backward as he appeared to be. He had purposely made mistakes just so he could summon her away from her desk and knew very well the effect he had on her.
As she leaned over him, he could feel her breath quicken and he just knew that her nipples were tightening and that she was becoming aroused. It would only take a few well timed invitations and he could personally investigate what office gossip said was the best body in the building.
His car was waiting for him so they both climbed inside. Dorothy wondered if she was dressed well enough for whatever he had in mind. As if he could read her mind he pressed the intercom button and instructed the driver to take them to a nearby bar that had a lax dress code.
As soon as they arrived she excused herself to go to the ladies room. A quick inventory showed her that she could use some touching up. She unbuttoned her shirt and wrapped each of the tails around her slim waist. This caused the fabric to drape around her full breasts nicely. Her hips curved fetchingly under the loose fabric of her trousers. She took her hair down and applied some lip gloss.
Zane’s eyes lit up as he saw her approach. She smiled at him, ignoring the envious, lust filled glances that followed her. He pulled out her chair and got a nice look at her rounded, perfect rump. He sat and a waiter appeared like a genie out of a bottle. Without asking, he ordered for them both. She marveled that he knew exactly what she wanted.
When their drinks arrived, she took a long drink, enjoying the way the perfectly aged scotch slithered down her throat. After her long day this was as welcome as a lover’s arms. That thought brought a flush to her face. She noticed that Zane was watching her. She locked eyes with him and they both felt an electric charge. She never thought that she could respond like that.
She looked down at her hands, just to give her passion a moment to rest. She looked at his strong hands as they wrapped around his drink. She could see the condensation beading down the glass and noticed a cool droplet flirt with the side of his hand. She longed to lick the moisture from his fingers and perhaps suck on his fingers.
Where were these thoughts coming from? She had never ever felt this way before.
He noticed her watching him and knew that now was the perfect time. He quickly finished his drink.
“Would you mind joining me... “
Before he finished his sentence, she said, “Yes. I mean, I wouldn’t mind, I would be happy to join you.”
He looked directly into her eyes and once again they felt that instant connection. He held out her hand to her and she felt a tingle the moment they touched. They climbed into the waiting car and the driver sped away. Zane opened his arms and Dorothy rolled right into them. The moments and the sensations flew by as fast as the miles.
Dorothy had no idea where they were going but she didn’t care; she couldn’t think about anything but the warmth of Zane’s arms around her and the feel of his hands sliding across her back.
He kissed her softly at first and she met his lips hungrily. She had never been this bold before. She wanted to be naked in his arms, pressing her soft breasts against his firm skin. His kiss deepened as he met her intensity. She climbed on to his lap, straddling him. She felt him smile under her kiss. This pleased her enormously and made it even harder to wait to arrive at their location.
The car began to slow down and she almost wept with relief. The car stopped. Zane helped Dorothy climb off of his lap. The driver opened the door and Dorothy practically leaped out of the car. They had arrived at what Dorothy assumed was his apartment building. Zane strolled around the car. She wanted to plead with him to hurry up so she could get naked with him.
As if he could read her mind, he smiled at her and held his arm out for her to take.
“May I escort you upstairs, Dorothy?”
With all of the self-control she could muster, she took his arm. She completely disregarded her loosened blouse; all she could think about was the intensity of the tingles that ran up and down her spine as she felt the heat from his arm touching her. It was dangerous to feel this way; she would follow him anywhere.
Zane was delighted at the effect he was having on her. She was practically panting with desire for him. It was an incredible feeling. When he first became aware of this stunning woman who hid herself away in the basement of his building, he knew that he would have to take a different approach. He would have to resor
t to alternative measures.
He kept his hands to himself as the elevator took them up to his penthouse apartment. He saw that Dorothy kept stealing glances at him. He didn’t return her gaze. Like his office, the elevator opened directly into his foyer. He turned and lifted Dorothy off of her feet.
Dorothy had never felt so swept away. The moment he lifted her, she felt a rush of warmth that walked the fine line between comfort and lust. She had never felt so deeply secure in herself and in her own sexuality.
He carried her the short distance to the living room and placed her on the couch. She went limp. She didn’t think her wobbly legs would support her weight any longer. He approached her and she licked her lips in anticipation. She sighed in frustration when he simply sat next to her. She leaned back and unbuttoned her blouse the rest of the way. She stretched back, knowing that her full breasts peeping out of her lacy bra looked inviting.
He looked at her appreciatively, but didn’t move. Her breath quickened as she basked in his gaze. Why wasn’t he touching her? Any other man would have been smothering her with kisses and devouring her with their hands. She looked over at Zane’s strong hands and thick fingers. She closed her eyes at the thought of his hands exploring her body. Still he didn’t move.
She arched her back and slipped her hands down to unfasten her trousers. Finally he moved. She moaned in anticipation, then sighed in frustration as he simply helped her remove her pants and then returned to his seated position. He did turn slightly to get a better view.
She stretched her long lovely legs around and placed her feet in his lap. He gave her a benevolent smile but still didn’t touch her. She knew her flat stomach and smooth skin were displayed to perfection and the lace of her panties accentuated her curves beautifully. She heard her breathing grow ragged and she wanted to plead with him to touch her.
Only then did he lift his hands to cup her feet. He lightly ran his thumbs up and down the arches of her feet. She moaned her body taut with frustration. He smiled again. She was too consumed by lust to return the smile. All she could do was look back and try not to beg when she locked eyes with him.
His hands began a slow steady march up her calves and across her knees. She relaxed her thighs and they fell open invitingly. He fixed her with his gaze and she moaned again, relishing the heat of his stare. He stroked her thighs as if he were testing the quality of a fine fabric. She held her breath as she hoped he would continue up her legs and begin to release the exquisite pressure that had been building all day.
Zane was proud of his control. Any other woman would have been fully naked and in his bed by now. This one was different. He wanted to savor this one, and she was definitely a luscious woman to savor. The more he held back, the hotter she became.
He was enjoying this much more than he had ever enjoyed all of his conquests combined. When her thighs opened for him, it was all he could do to keep from losing himself between them. He knew that if he waited, this would be the most intense experience of his life.
Dorothy was stunned by her own feelings and there were so many of them she couldn’t separate what was actually pleasurable and what was pain. She could feel her own heat and smell the lust in the room. She closed her eyes and tried to get the flood of feelings under control.
As she took a deep breath, Zane lifted one foot and drew his tongue down the length of her foot. She shivered. He held her ankle firmly in his hand as he kissed her foot softly. He kissed his way up her leg while he held the other one in his large, strong hand. As soon as his lips reached her inner thing she moaned, pleadingly, hearing her ragged breath as she tried to maintain control.
When his lips teased her hip bone, he placed the palm of his hand on her mound and pressed firmly. She pushed against him, hoping for release. He nipped at her hipbone in admonishment.
Zane fought all of his urges when she pressed against him. He could feel her heat and her wetness and was enjoying every single moment of the restraint. He felt as if he was slowly unveiling a masterpiece. The best part of this wasn’t only the final revelation; the pleasure would be enhanced by the knowledge that no one else had seen this work of art. He returned to his work and began on the other leg.
Dorothy didn’t know how much longer she could stand this. The feelings were intense. Since it was clear that he wasn’t going to stop until he was finished she breathed deeply and began to isolate the feelings so she could enjoy them thoroughly.
His lips were soft on the muscle of her calf. His mouth worked as deftly as a set of skilled fingers. When her calf was thoroughly worshipped, he slipped his tongue out and ran it up her shin. When he reached her knee, he nipped lightly with his teeth.
He mouthed his way up the inside of her thigh. Both of her legs were draped around him and he slowed his pace when he reached that soft tender area at the top of her thigh and ever so lightly scraped her skin with his teeth.
Then, with very controlled movements he moved back and removed her panties. She moaned. He lay on top of her, still fully clothed, her legs spread open wantonly. His firm body kept her in place and he softly, lightly kissed her lips. She tried to control the kiss but he pulled back until she let him take control.
He rained soft kisses on her lips and her neck, his hands softly stroking her stomach and ribs. She arched her back to push her breasts against him. His kisses slowed until she lay still. She sighed. He took his time kissing her throat and collar bone giving this delicate part of her the same attention he had her lovely legs.
Zane was almost overcome with desire as he tasted every inch of Dorothy. The slower he went, the more she wanted him, and, he had to admit, the moments spent savoring her were spurring his desire as well. Enjoying her was like savoring a fine wine. He knew that gulping it was a mistake, tasting every nuance and every undertone only added to the overall enjoyment.
Dorothy trembled under his hands as he moved his exploring fingers to toy with the lace on her bra. His finger tips dipped lightly into the cups and he palmed her breasts, his thumbs lightly rubbing her nipples. They were sensitive to his touch and she started at the intensity of her feelings.
He sat up, his arm slipping under her waist to pull her up slightly. He deftly unfastened her bra and removed it, tossing it to the floor. He lay her back down and stood to remove his clothes. She unabashedly stared as he revealed his strong chest and firm hips. She had already felt his ample endowment as he kissed her.
She closed her eyes and moaned in anticipation. She fully expected him to lie back on top of her and take her. She was willing to submit. But he didn’t.
Zane held himself back. He enjoyed the sight before him on his couch. Dorothy’s long hair tumbled over her chest, her hard nipples peeking out from the veil. Her chest rose and fell with her short shallow breath. There was the flush of passion over her chest. Knowing that she was his for the taking made it so much easier.
He pulled her to standing up next to him. She was tall, but delicately formed. She stood, naked, and tipped her face up to his. He lowered his lips to hers and his hands slipped down to cup her firm buttocks.
She moaned and he softly teased her cheeks. She turned her head and caught their reflection in the mirror on the wall opposite them. Their perfect bodies complemented each other. Her soft curves perfectly fit against his firm muscles. The sight and feel of her hard nipples against the lightly curling hair of his chest made her shiver.
He lifted her again and she wrapped her legs around his thighs. Her lips pressed against him and she ached for him to fill her. His hands gripped her buttocks as he carried her into his bedroom.
Zane’s room was sparsely furnished, the huge bed in the center. A plain comforter lay across the top. He lay her down in the center of the bed, and she shivered in anticipation. Goose bumps danced up and down her skin as she basked in his gaze.
Slowly, oh so slowly he lay on top of her. He licked her neck and she opened her arms to him. His tongue moved lazily down the center of her chest, and then lightly flicke
d over one nipple, then the other. He ran his tongue over the very tip of her nipple then he opened his mouth and sucked. She let out a sharp moan. He sucked harder as he rubbed her other nipple with the tip of his finger ensuring that it would stay hard and sensitive.
When he was ready, he licked and sucked that one. He sat back on his heels and rested both hands on her rib cage. The creaminess of her skin stood out against the starkness of his bed. Her lush, glorious body excited him, but still he held back.
Dorothy was breathless under the strain of staying motionless. She could feel the heat of his gaze on her body. She sat up and when he started to nudge her back down, she decided she had waited long enough. He wasn’t anticipating her strength as she tumbled him back over and climbed on top of him. He was so surprised he couldn’t react. Her thighs clenched him firmly and she kissed him hungrily.
His hands reached for her and she pushed them away, greedily kissing and nibbling at him, scraping his throat with her teeth. She didn’t waste time licking him as he had done to her. She tasted the salt of his skin while she enjoyed the heat rising from him.
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