Now, Please

by Willow Summers

  I closed the door with a soft click, then turned the lock. Just him and me now.

  Me at his mercy.

  I walked toward him slowly, the flight reflex still tingling in my limbs. He looked up when I reached halfway and slowly leaned back in his chair. His gaze slid down my body before rising to meet my eyes. He pointed to his right at a space between his desk and the couch. “Stand over there.”

  Breathing became more difficult as the weight of expectation settled on my chest. Stiffly, more scared than thrilled, I made my way over.

  I’d never submitted to anyone before. Not completely. I’d never given someone control like this.

  What if I hate it? What will it mean for Hunter and me?

  Hunter rose from his seat in a fluid movement. He shrugged out of his suit jacket, revealing his broad, muscular shoulders through the thin dress shirt. Once the jacket was laid across the top of his chair, he walked with slow, purposeful steps until he was right in front of me.

  Topping my height by half a foot or more, he looked down into my eyes as his size overwhelmed me. His solidly built body oozed power and dominance. His eyes, hooded and smoldering, held his confidence and command, shocking into me and heating my core. His gaze roamed my face before settling on my lips.

  “There’s nothing to be nervous about, Olivia,” he said softly. “Any time you feel uncomfortable, just tell me to stop.”

  “Okay,” I breathed, soaking in his heat and power. Sucking in the delicious scent of expensive aftershave and man.

  He surveyed me for another moment, his eyes slipping down to my breasts before glancing at my throat. He bent slowly until his lips just glanced off the side of my neck. “Relax,” he whispered.

  His deep voice fizzled through my body as his lips softly touched my skin. Goosebumps spread from the point of contact until I shivered with desire.

  “You’ll like this.” He lightly sucked a spot just over my pulse. “You’ll like pleasing me.”

  My breath came faster. His presence, and his body, had me leaning forward, wanting his touch. Craving it. In the small space between us, electricity surged.

  He straightened up again. His eyes delved deeply into me. “Take off my tie.”

  With shaking hands, I worked at the knot around his neck. I unraveled it and slid it from under his collar. I almost dropped it to the ground, but it was probably worth a couple hundred dollars, at least, knowing Hunter’s tastes. I glanced around for the closest place to lay it down.

  “Go put it on my jacket,” he commanded.

  I walked with a wobble, unsteady legs and high heels not being a great combination. I draped the silk on his tailored jacket and returned to the same place I had just left, determined not to take a step back and show my continued nervousness.

  “Take off your clothes.”

  My whole body started to shake this time, adrenaline and anxiety creating something decidedly unsexy. If he noticed, though, he gave no sign as I undid the buttons down my front and stripped the material away from my suddenly perspiring body. I reached behind me for the zipper of my skirt, pushing the garment to the ground a moment later. I was too nervous to seek out somewhere to put my clothes—the ground was fine for them.

  My face colored in embarrassment as I reached around behind my torso for my bra strap. I hesitated, unsure if I could do this. He was still fully clothed, watching me with passionate, heat-soaked eyes.

  “Take it off, Olivia.” His voice held the unyielding command that always managed to heat my skin and boil my bones.

  Breath coming faster, I undid the clasp and closed my eyes as the material slid down my body and dropped to the floor.

  “Good girl. Now your panties.”

  I can do this. I’ve undressed in front of boyfriends before. This is no big deal.

  I hooked my fingers through the straps in my thong and pushed them down my hips. This was probably the unsexiest strip he’d ever seen in his life, but he didn’t say anything. Didn’t rush me. He just waited until I had let the lacy garment slip to my ankles and stepped out of them, teetering wildly as my balance swung off-center.

  I felt a large, warm hand brace me until I was free of them, then it pulled away as I straightened up to stand on my own.

  I was left in high heels. That was it.

  My nipples constricted with both the cold air and increased anticipation. I looked up with a face that must have shown my embarrassment, and met his hungry eyes.

  “Undo my shirt buttons, but don’t take off my shirt.”

  I worked at the first, with trembling fingers, and took a deep breath. Focusing, I undid the top button, and worked on down, revealing a chest and stomach cut from a statue of perfection. His pecs were defined but not too big, leading down into abs so flawless they looked painted on.

  Heat filled me. I wanted to bend forward and kiss those glorious abs.

  “Undo my pants.”

  Metal jingled as I undid the clasp. The button was cold. I slid down the zipper, revealing blue boxer briefs straining with his bulge. I lightly traced the edges of the elastic band, his skin searing my fingertips. Unable to help myself, knowing I was stepping out of bounds, I let my fingers trace the grooves of his stomach. My body was revved up, hot and cold and needing to be touched.

  “Take my cock out.” His voice was tight. His breath ruffled my hair.

  Hands steadier, body on fire, I reached beneath the elastic and felt along his velvety skin. Gently, I pulled his hard shaft from its confinement, seeing his daunting size straining toward me.

  “Get on your knees.”

  Another thrill coursed through me, but this time, it was all excitement.

  I bent to my knees, more graceful than at any moment since I had locked the door. His prominent erection was at chin level. I salivated with the need to taste him. To slide my lips over his girth and hear him release a breath in pleasure.

  “Look at me,” he ordered.

  I looked up and met those sexy, deep brown eyes filled with fire. “Suck my cock.”

  Without wasting any time, I grabbed his base as I licked around the tip. I then licked up the length before closing my eyes and taking him into my mouth.

  “Look at me while you suck my cock, Olivia.”

  I let my gaze take the long way up, moving over his delicious upper body and shapely, full lips before meeting his eyes. Heat raged in me, squeezing my core and speeding up the plummet of my mouth on his erection. I took him in deep, past my gag reflex and into my throat. I’d only taken someone—him—that deeply once before, and hadn’t mastered it. My throat tried to eject him and my eyes watered, but I pushed harder, watching his eyes flutter with the sensation of my mouth.

  I backed off then, my hand trailing behind my mouth on his shaft, before taking him in again. And again. His body flexed, large muscles drawing my eyes. I sucked harder, moved faster, sliding my palm over his skin as my mouth took him in hungry gulps.

  As his breathing became labored, his hand slid over my head and clutched my hair. He groaned right before he exploded in my mouth.

  I slowed as he exhaled heavily. His muscles began to relax. I felt his hand drift down the side of my head and stroke my ear affectionately. A moment later, his body slumped.

  When I was sure he was done, I let go, continuing to look up at him. Wanting him to tell me what was next, or if he had finished. Usually, with admins, he’d turn away. I expected that now.

  He bent down and helped me up by my upper arms. He left his hands on me as he softly asked, “Do you want to clean up, or are you okay?”

  “Are you finished?” I slid my hands up his torso, savoring the feeling of his smooth skin.

  His eyes closed with a sigh. “Usually, yes, but…” His brow furrowed.

  “I’ll just visit the restroom. Why don’t you sit on the couch?” I traced his lips with my fingers.

  “I shouldn’t,” he whispered, a hint of fear starting to edge into his eyes. “I have work to do.”

  “
You might get a second wind.” I leaned forward and licked his nipple before sucking it in. His breath hitched.

  “Okay,” he said quietly.

  I attempted a sexy saunter to the bathroom. Heels had to be the devil’s creation. If I wasn’t hellbent on mastering the stupid things, I’d forget about them altogether.

  Once in his private bathroom, I splashed water on my face, cleaned the smudges from under my eyes, and had a swig of his mouthwash. I figured using his toothbrush might be a bit brazen. Especially since I’d just…

  When I walked back out he was sitting on the couch with his head resting against the back and his eyes closed. He’d removed all his clothes, including his socks, which was nice. Too often men forgot to take them off.

  His eyes opened as I stopped in front of him. He looked up at me, pausing on my private areas before reaching my eyes. His manhood was at half-mast, already recovering.

  “I thought you were a once-a-week kinda guy,” I said, not really sure where to start. Hop on and go for a ride, or inch on slowly so as not to startle the prey? Decisions, decisions.

  “Usually, I am.”

  I slid my legs over his slowly, relishing the feeling of skin on skin. I let my palms glide over his broad shoulders as my wet sex lined up with his stiffening manhood. He bent forward, kissing my neck before leaning me back to take a taut nipple into his mouth. He sucked in. Tendrils of pleasure wound down through my body. I closed my eyes as he switched nipples, moving my hips over his. His shaft, nearly hard again, worked between my nether lips, getting everything slick and ready.

  “Hmm, Olivia,” he said as he kissed up my chest and buried his face in my neck. “Fuck me.”

  A hard dose of desire pumped through me. I grabbed his hair and yanked his head back, staring down at his lips as I moved up, lining up his tip with my opening. I put my head down, seeing his fear as my lips neared his. His head jerked back a little and his eyes rounded. Whatever had happened with that maid, or someone else, Hunter Carlisle was terrified of being kissed on the mouth. Every time he thought that was coming, he shut down. A sick fascination kept me trying, though.

  I veered toward his cheek as I sat down slowly, feeling him enter me. His size filled me up, pushing a long moan from my throat. My lips hit off his cheek before grazing his chin covered in coarse stubble. I lifted my hips and then sat back down, plunging onto him.

  “Mmm,” I sighed, gyrating upward as his hands squeezed my hips. I rose up and then sat down hard again, rocking the couch. I yanked his hair before biting his neck, needing a deep, passionate kiss and having to compensate in some other way for not getting it. I sat down harder, and again, increasing my pace. His manhood filled me, hitting places that made my eyes roll back in my head.

  “Hunter,” I breathed, rocking. “Ohhh.”

  His hands slid up my back and hooked on my shoulders, pulling me down harder. A jolt of pure pleasure shot through me. I clutched the back of the couch as he sat me down again, driving deep.

  “Yes,” I exalted, feeling the heat. Feeling the tightness. Winding up as waves of pleasure hit me. “Please.”

  My head fell back as I bounced on him, plunging him into me over and over. Our breathing filled the room. His hot mouth settled on my neck, and I gasped for breath as he pounded my body from beneath. The couch squeaked as we moved.

  “Hunter…” I hugged his upper body as he leaned forward, encircling me in his strong arms. He stood with me clutching him, thrusting upward as I jerked my hips. The feeling of him, so big, so deep, had me begging, over and over, to climax.

  He yanked my hair, ripping another moan from me, as he pumped into my body. I groaned and panted, the sparks of pleasure excruciating now.

  “Please, Hunter,” I said. Wanting us to come together. Wanting that command.

  He thrust harder, two big pushes that had me unable to respond. I clutched tight, nails digging into his skin. Eyes squeezed shut.

  “Come for me, baby,” he commanded.

  Everything exploded. My body flew apart, sizzling and burning, pleasure running through the cracks and covering me completely. I held on to him, shivering in ecstasy as he squeezed me to him.

  My glorious climax drained away slowly, small bursts firing in succession before settling to a pleasant vibration in the aftermath. I melted around him, my arms dangling down his back as my head rested on his shoulder.

  He backed up and sat on the couch, keeping himself inside me. He shifted me so my face was against his neck and my torso rested against his. A warm feeling rose up inside of me as I lay, feeling his heart beat against mine. His breath against my hair. His delicious smell on my skin. I sighed in contentment.

  “I’ll have to plan on taking more time with you—you’ve ruined my schedule for this evening,” he said quietly.

  “I wouldn’t say ruined. A man with no life will probably hang around the office for a while longer.”

  “It sounded much more dramatic the way I said it.” He kissed my temple. “I have to kick you out now, though.”

  “Okay.” I lifted my face slowly and gave him a lingering kiss on the cheek. “But it was good while it lasted.”

  His brow was furrowed again as we got up and dressed. I could see him trying to shut down. Trying to turn off, as he was used to doing. Instead, he kept glancing at me, something working into his expression I couldn’t read. Something like uncertainty. Or was it wariness? I needed the Hunter Carlisle cheat sheet to understand the man.

  He finished dressing, giving me one last glance with that same furrowed brow before turning away. He walked to his computer without another word. Without a kiss or a hug or even a handshake. He was done, and I was dismissed.

  I breathed through the uncomfortable hurt that I could not control. I knew this would come. This was his deal. He’d done it before.

  Why did it suck so bad every time?

  Taking a deep breath to clear that ache lodged in my middle, I finished dressing and turned to leave, trying to ignore the hollowness I felt.

  “Olivia,” Hunter said, his business voice, cold and calculating, dominating his tone.

  I turned with raised eyebrows, waiting for him to continue.

  He paused for a moment, with that same look working back into his eyes. “Stay online, if you would, or keep your phone close. I may need something before we leave.”

  “Yeah, sure,” I said, forcing an easy-breezy tone.

  As I left, I didn’t hear any clicks of his mouse or ticks of the keyboard. I glanced back as I reached the door. His head was mid-turn. He’d been watching me walk from the room.

  Chapter Two

  On Wednesday, the doorbell to my apartment rang as I was shoving clothes into my suitcase. I ran from my bedroom and slammed my index finger into the intercom button. “Hello?”

  “Hey, Livy. It’s Bert. You ready to go?”

  “Damn it!” I said under my breath. Into the intercom I said, “Yeah. Be right there.”

  “I’ll come up and help.”

  Of course he would. And then berate me for not being ready. Dang him for being so nice!

  I pushed the button to open the outer door and left the apartment door open a crack before running back to my packing.

  Yes, I should’ve been ready to go. And yes, I’d had yesterday off to do it. But I didn’t want to let Hunter down. I wanted to land this business guy, and to do that, I had to know something about him. So yesterday, when I should’ve been getting ready, I was doing the equivalent of cramming for a test.

  Well…that and daydreaming about Hunter. The man kept popping into my head whenever I had a second of idle time. Or when I was in the middle of something. Or…really, all the time. I couldn’t get the guy out of my head. It was as pleasant as it was distracting.

  I raced to my dresser and yanked open the top drawer. I grabbed undergarments willy-nilly. The silky nighties got balled with the cotton briefs and all got tossed into the suitcase.

  “Livy?” Bert called from the entrance of
my apartment.

  “Yeah. Just…finishing up.” I grabbed an old shirt to sleep in if I’d be alone and then silkier crap in case I was sleeping with Hunter. I really had no idea what to expect.

  “Livy!” Bert stood in my doorway. “You’re just packing now?”

  “Just a few things I forgot.” I snatched a few pairs of shoes and then stuffed them into the suitcase. I straightened up, my mind whirling. Undies, shirts, jeans, slacks, dresses…socks!

  It had been a while since I wore runners—I needed socks. Fancy heels with jeans and a hoodie was not what I was going for.

  “What were you doing yesterday?”

  “I was working. I work too much, I know. Quit nagging!”

  “I didn’t say anything.”

  “You were thinking it.”

  Bert stepped forward as soon as the bag was zipped. “You’re starting to sound like my wife.”

  “Well, now you know it’s justified.” I panted with fatigue.

  Bert stepped out of the way so I could slide past him. “Crap!” I jogged into the bathroom and grabbed my toiletry bag.

  “Makeup?” Bert asked.

  “I got that. I have everything to look nice. I just forgot what I wear when I want to look dingy.”

  “Normal, Livy. When you want to look normal. I wish I could wear my jeans.”

  I smiled, leading Bert down to the street. “Hunter is leaving town. You’ll get a couple days off.”

  “That’ll be nice.”

  A traffic-clogged drive later, we met Hunter in front of his private jet. Large black letters spelling Carlisle were written on the side. He waited in fashionable jeans and a crisp white shirt that molded deliciously to his outstanding body. His hair was a messy sort of stylish, and a well-manicured five o’clock shadow adorned his handsome face.

  I smirked when I walked up to him. “If you were trying to dress like a working man, you’ve failed miserably.”

  He looked down at his clothes. “Why? I’m wearing jeans, just like you.”

  “You are owning your extremely fashionable and ultra-clean jeans, not wearing them. You make those jeans actually look expensive, Hunter. That’s talent.”