I wish I knew what the right answer was.
I throw myself into writing up my notes for Chase and then I search for more ammunition that he can use to convince a buyer it’s a good deal. As it turns out, it’s the perfect distraction, because I lose myself in the project for the next couple of hours, only stopping to make myself a coffee. Before I know it, it's five o’clock. I’m torn, because I’m so close to finishing that I just want to get it done, but Chase doesn’t want me working late. I check his schedule. He’s in a meeting for another two hours. I bite my lip and keep going.
He’ll never even know if I stay back and get this done.
Finally, I’m done. I close my eyes and sigh. I’m completely exhausted, but it feels so good to finish, especially since I’ve found so much supporting evidence that even I could sell this. I open my eyes, jumping when I see Chase standing there. His amused smile turns into a frown when he glances at his watch.
Shit. He’s back early.
“Why are you still here?” he asks, frowning at me. “It’s nearly nine in the evening, Alana.”
“It can’t be that late.” I gasp. I glance down at my phone. Nine o’ six blinks back at me. Fuck. He’s right. “I have no idea how that happened,” I mutter.
I feel sick. He wouldn’t fire me for working too hard, would he? But the look in his eyes tells me he wants to do anything but fire me.
“I’m sorry, I just wanted to get this done and...”
“I told you I didn’t need that until next week,” he says, leaning over to see what I’m working on. He picks it up and examines it. “Have you done more research?” he asks.
I nod. “I’m sorry, I just wanted to get it done because I was excited and I got carried away,” I say, my face heating up.
Could I look any more like I'm trying to kiss his ass? I shiver at the thought of being that close to his cock. His thick, stiff cock that I could feel pressing against my thigh yesterday when we kissed…When I kissed him. I shudder. I’m in way over my head.
“Thank you, Alana,” he says, still reading through my notes. He looks up at me suddenly. “You probably worked right through dinner. Are you hungry?” he asks.
I stare at him, not quite sure how to respond because there’s only one thing I’m hungry for, and I’m pretty sure it’s not on the menu.
“It's quite a simple question.” He smirks when I don’t reply. “It doesn't require that much thought, really.”
“I am hungry.” I admit, finding my words.
I keep thinking about that kiss and how good his lips felt against mine and how much I want to pick up where that left off.
“Okay, then grab your bag and let's go.”
I don't have to be told twice. Jumping up, I throw my things in my bag and sling it over my shoulder, following him out the door.
“Where are we going?” I ask.
We make our way down the elevator to the parking lot. I follow him over to his car. He unlocks it, and I get inside, then he slides in to the driver’s seat. He grins at me.
“My place. I’m cooking you dinner.”
I burst out laughing. He looks slightly offended, so I shut my mouth.
“Oh…you’re serious?” I ask.
“Of course, I am,” he retorts. “It's how I unwind. Why do you sound so surprised about that?”
“I'm guess I’m surprised when any guy tells me he's cooking me dinner,” I admit.
“Does that happen often?” He narrows his eyes.
“For your information, no, it doesn't.” I flush.
“Good,” he says. I hide a smile. I like it when he gets possessive of me.
I stand in the kitchen, leaning against the counter as I watch him prepare dinner. He looks up at me and smiles. I shiver and smile back at him. I'm not even hungry—probably because I feel sick just being here again. I can't stop thinking about that night on the balcony. I glance over to it and blush, remembering how I felt when I realized it was his place.
“What are you thinking about?” he asks.
I snap back to reality and look up at him. He’s staring at me, and the intense look in his eyes tells me he knows exactly what I was thinking about. I focus on the carrot he’s chopping rather than him and don't answer.
“Would it be completely inappropriate for me to tell you how good you looked standing on my balcony that night?” he murmurs. I slowly raise my eyes until I’m staring into his. The way he’s looking at me nearly enough to make me orgasm on its own. “I thought all my fucking dreams had come true.”
My heart pounds. I don't know how to respond to that. I open my mouth, but I can't seem to put my thoughts into words, because I have no idea what I'm thinking.
“Sorry,” he says, with a chuckle. “If I’m making you uncomfortable, we can talk about how much I enjoyed you kissing me yesterday, instead?”
“No,” I say with a little too much emphasis. “I mean…you’re not making me uncomfortable.” I glance down at the obvious erection showing through his pants. “Is that making you uncomfortable?” I ask boldly.
He lifts his eyebrows, chuckling as his eyes narrow. His eyes are full of such intensity that I feel naked when he looks at me. Without a word, he sets down the knife and slowly walks around the counter to where I stand. I can't breathe, but I hold my pose because I want this to be as much my show than his. I swallow, trying to calm my nerves, but it’s hopeless. He’s so close to me now, that I can smell his shampoo, and God, does it smell good. I grab the counter behind me for support as he moves even closer.
“Is this okay?” he murmurs.
I nod, because it’s all I can manage. He puts his hands on my hips and roughly pulls me toward him, pressing my body against his. My heart is pounding out of control as he cups my chin and presses his lips against mine, somehow managing to be both firm and gentle.
I sigh and curl my tongue around his while we kiss, his lips so soft and warm against mine. He digs the hem of my shirt out from the band of my skirt, creeping his fingers underneath, along my bare skin. I shiver, my nipples hardening against his touch.
“Oh,” I cry out. I laugh as he lifts me onto the counter, positioning himself between my legs. I feel his cock press against my panties and I smirk at how hard he is.
“Something funny?” he mutters.
Instead of waiting for an answer, he reaches behind me and clears space on the counter with the palm of his hand. Our dinner goes everywhere—all over the floor—but that's the last thing on his mind. He peels off my shirt, throwing it on the floor, then pushes my hair aside and kisses along my neck, until he reaches my breasts. He lowers my bra and closes his mouth around my nipple while I curl my legs around him, gently rocking myself against his erection.
I can’t believe this is happening.
With his eyes on mine, he unbuttons my skirt and tugs it down. I lift my ass off the counter to make it easier for him, biting my lip when he takes my panties off too. I sit naked on the edge of his counter, with him nestled between my legs, his hands everywhere all over me.
“Lie back,” he says.
I nod and lie my back down against the countertop. It's cold, but I barely notice because I’m too focused on how close his face is to my pussy. God, I’m wet just thinking about him touching me there. He smirks at me and kneels down so he’s at just the right level, then he slides his tongue right along my entrance. His eyes don’t leave mine, but I love that he’s watching me. It’s a huge turn-on.
“Holy crap,” I gasp as he pushes his tongue inside me. I gasp and reach for his hair, my body flinching as his tongue fucks me. I grip hold of his hair and pull him closer.
“You’re an impatient little thing,” he chuckles.
He slows down again and circles his tongue around my clit. I groan, barely able to handle it. My legs tense as he slides his hand up over my stomach, holding me down. I gasp, my back arching as the tip of his tongue massages my clit. Oh God. I groan, crying out as I orgasm, my body shuddering as I hold his head again
st my entrance.
He lifts his head, his lips finding mine. I whimper as the taste of me on his mouth hits my senses. He pulls me to the edge of the counter. I smirk as I trail my hand down over his pants, lowering his zipper as I reach inside his pants to free his cock. I swallow, curling my fingers into a fist around his thick shaft, impressed with his size.
He groans, jumping at my touch. I look him in the eye as I slide my fist along his length. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a condom, placing it between his teeth. I watch impatiently as he tears it open and rolls it over his erection, then he grips my hips, yanking me onto his length.
“Oh,” I gasp, as he thrusts into me.
I wrap my arms around his neck, my pussy still throbbing from earlier, as he fills me. He grunts, bouncing me on his length, before lifting me into his arms and carrying me over to the couch. He sits down, with me on his lap, kissing me while he thrusts inside me.
“Fuck that feels good,” I whisper as I slide up and down his shaft.
He grunts in response, his hand exploring my back while his tongue rolls around my nipples. He bites down, making me shriek, just as my body begins to convulse for a second time.
“Oh God, I’m coming,” I mutter.
My breathing shallows as I wrap my arms around his neck, my thighs tensing as I ride him. He groans and bucks his hips against me hard as he releases. I press my mouth against his while he’s deep inside me, my pussy contracting around him.
Gasping, I roll off him and lay on the couch, sweaty and out of breath. He takes my hand and kisses it, pulling me into his arms. I giggle, not sure what I’m finding so amusing. He raises his eyebrows at me, which makes me laugh harder.
“Glad you find fucking me that amusing,” he says with a glint in his eyes.
“Sorry,” I say, still catching my breath. “I’m just…” I shake my head. “I can’t believe that actually happened.”
“Give me half hour and it’ll happen again,” he chuckles. I blush, not sure if he’s serious or not.
We lay there, talking about everything and nothing for what feels like hours. I stifle a yawn, which makes me glance back into the kitchen at the clock on the wall. It’s nearly eleven. I frown, wondering where the time went. We haven’t even eaten dinner.
“I guess we should order a pizza or something,” he says, reading my mind.
“Pizza would be nice,” I grin.
#
It’s nearly midnight by the time we finish eating. I’m so tired and still shocked about what happened earlier, but I know I need to go home. I get to my feet and smile shyly at him.
What happens now? Do I kiss him again?
I hate that awkward feeling of not knowing where things stand. He takes my hand, making the decision for me as he pulls me into his arms. My heart races as he presses his lips against mine, our tongues clashing.
“I better go,” I mumble.
“You could stay here,” he suggests. I’m so tempted to say yes, but all my things are back home, and it would just make getting to work tomorrow an even bigger rush.
“No. I better get home. Thanks though,” I say, “and sorry I ruined your dinner.”
He chuckles. “You can ruin my dinner anytime. Let me drive you home.”
I wave him off. “Go to bed. I can catch a cab.” I lean up and give him another kiss on the lips, my cheeks flushing. “See you tomorrow…” I glance at my phone. “Today, later at work.”
“I’d say sleep well, but I’m sure thoughts of me will be keeping you awake all night,” he teases.
I make a face at him, wishing he wasn’t so damn right.
Chapter Ten
Chase
“Can we talk?”
I raise my eyebrows and nod.
“Sure. Close the door and sit down.”
I watch as she walks back over to the door and carefully closes it, then she wanders back over to my desk and sits down. I wait for her to speak, even though I already know this is going to be about last night.
If she’s anything like me, she was probably awake half the night thinking about it. And by thinking about it, I mean with my hand wrapped tightly around my cock and my fist sliding at full speed. God, she was incredible. And the taste of her pussy…
I shift in my seat, because it’s all I can do not to throw her onto my desk right now and fuck her again.
“What did you want to talk about?” I gently coax her.
“Us,” she admits. “I just wanted to set some boundaries. I enjoyed last night. A lot,” she adds, blushing. “But I want to make sure when I’m at work, we keep things professional.”
I nod, all my fantasies of fucking her over my desk evaporating into the air around me.
“Of course,” I say, adjusting my collar. “That sounds perfectly reasonable.”
She breathes out, looking visibly relieved.
“Okay, good. I better let you get ready for your next meeting then,” she says, getting to her feet.
I nod and reach over to grab her Benson notes that I’ve finished reading through.
“When you get a chance, if you can type this up for me?” I say, handing it to her.
She nods, glancing down at it. Her brow creases. “You haven’t added anything to this, yet though,” she frowns.
“I didn’t need to,” I say honestly. “You’ve pretty much covered every angle I would have.”
“Really?” she smiles.
I nod. “You should be proud of yourself. This is great work.”
“Thanks,” she says. “That means a lot to hear you say that…”
She stands up quickly, her arm catching a stack of folders near the edge of my desk. She gasps and watches them scatter to the floor.
“Shit,” she mutters.
I shift in my seat, trying to ease my erection as she crouches on the ground, ass up in my face, collecting the files. She turns around and plonks them on my desk.
“Sorry about that,” she says.
She smiles at me, her cheeks flushed with color like she’s just been fucked.
Hard. By me. Just like last night.
“Was there anything else?”
I glance at my watch and groan. Fifteen minutes before my meeting is due to start.
Come on.
This keeping work and us separate bullshit is killing me already.
“You’re looking a little stressed there,” she says, keeping a straight face. “Have you ever thought about trying meditation?”
“Fuck meditation,” I growl. I reach out and grab her arm, swinging her onto my lap. She gasps as I force one leg over both of mine so she’s straddling me. “I’ll show you how I relax.”
I slip my hand under her skirt and push aside her panties. She groans and tenses her legs as I slide my finger inside her. I kiss her on the mouth, my lips pressing against hers as my finger circles her clit. She wraps her arms around my neck, burying her face against my chest.
With a grunt, I lift her off my lap and spin her around, laying her face down on my desk. I hitch up her skirt and peel down her panties, then lower my zipper. She giggles, turning her head to the side as I reach inside and grip my cock. She spreads her legs apart as I line myself up at her pussy, before pumping my length into her. She groans, her body flinching as I fuck her hard, thrusting my shaft deeper and faster into her wetness.
“Fuck,” she hisses, grabbing hold of the edge of my desk to steady herself.
I groan, my hands tightening around her hips as I shoot my load inside her. She whimpers, her body twitching as she comes with me inside her.
“Oh God,” she moans, her cries getting louder.
Gasping, I pull out of her and sit back in my chair, scooping her into my lap. She giggles as I kiss her, then climbs out of my embrace to straighten herself up. I watch her, amused and still turned on by the sight of her as she slides her panties back up her thighs, then nudges her skirt back into place
“So much for the no sex at work rule,” she says, narrowing her
eyes at me.
“Ah, so this was my fault?” I chuckle. “You’re such a cock tease.”
“And you’re such a romantic,” she says.
“I am,” I agree. “Which is why I’m taking you out tonight.”
“Where?” She asks.
“Dinner,” I say with a smile.
“No.”
“No?” I laugh, not sure if she’s being serious or not. “And do I get a reason as to why not?”
“Because you promised to cook me dinner last night,” she explains, her eyes twinkling.
“Ah, so want you me to cook for you?” I rub my jaw and consider her request. “Okay, fine. My place at seven.”
“Good,” she says with a content nod. She steps forward and kisses me, then rushes out of my office. “By the way,” she says, poking her head back in. “Don’t think I’ve forgotten about my internship.”
I sink back in my chair and smirk. I hadn’t forgotten about our arrangement, but I’m not sure if I like or if I hate the idea of not having her around me as much.
I met with the board of Benson Industries yesterday and I have to say, Alana really had an eye when it came to choosing them as her pick. I know she’s got a boner for analytics, and while I’m sure that played a big part in her reaching the conclusion that she did, I think she’d be wasted in that department. I’m thinking bigger things for her, but it’s something I can’t do overnight.
I just need to put the idea of this internship off for a little while longer.
#
Right on seven, she knocks on my door.
I whistle as I walk over to answer it, hoping I look cool calm and collected, which is the complete opposite to the kind of evening I’m having in the kitchen. It started off with the potatoes, which I set fire to when I forgot the water in the pot. I found it kind of amusing. Unfortunately the fire department who turned up after the smoke alarm and sprinkler system went off in the hallway of the building, didn't share my view. Then I realized I’d forgotten the main ingredient in the dressing for my salmon. Why is it everything has to go wrong the one time I boast about my skills in the kitchen? I guess it's better than it happening in the bedroom, because that would be a real disaster.
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