by Iona Rose
“I think perhaps a coffee would be more appropriate,” he says.
I nod, feeling my insides twisting and any hope of anything happening between us is dying now. I move into the kitchen and begin making us some coffee. I glance over my shoulder.
Brett hasn’t sat down. He’s standing in front of my bookshelf browsing the titles. His body language has changed completely and he looks closed off. The giddiness of the wine seems to have left him, and the slightly more relaxed, fun version of Brett has gone, replaced by the cold professional version.
As the coffee begins to brew, I turn and lean against the counter, watching Brett as he looks at my books. I’m trying my best to think of some feasible reason for luring him up here, but it’s hard when so much of my attention is focused on his ass and how good it looks even through his jacket.
He turns and catches me watching him. He looks at me, a steely look in his eyes and no sign of the earlier teasing smile playing across his lips.
I hold his gaze, because what else can I do? I have come up with nothing I can say about any of the potential clients that he doesn’t already know.
So I can either have him work out this was my awful attempt at seduction, or I can tell him something he already knows and make myself look ditzy. I don’t even know which of those options is worse.
“You know, it’s extremely unprofessional me being up here at such a late hour,” Brett says.
His words sound like gentle teasing, maybe even flirting, but the steely expression hasn’t left his eyes.
I don’t think he’s joking around anymore. “Why is it unprofessional? You’re only here to talk about work.”
The tiniest hint of a smile plays across his lips and then he eyeballs me with the same fierce intensity of a moment ago. “Oh. You’re still playing that card,” he says.
“Excuse me?” I say, sure I must have misheard him.
He shrugs and this time, his smile reaches his eyes. “Let’s put it this way Opal. You finally have me here. If you want to talk about work, we can. But ask yourself this. Now, you have me where you want me, what do you really want to do to me?” He steps closer to me as he says it, crossing the living room. He stands a couple of feet away from me, staring at me with lust filled eyes.
My pussy is wet just looking at his eyes. I didn’t mishear him and I didn’t misunderstand him. He still wants this. He still wants me. All I have to do is tell him what I really want. But I can’t find the words. His gaze throws me so completely that I just stand there staring at him. My chest is heaving with the fast, short breaths as I try to organise my thoughts.
Brett has an uncanny knack of switching lanes when I least expect it and leaving me staring after him, my mouth agape while I try to focus and keep up. It’s both disconcerting and exhilarating at the same time.
I haven’t decided yet whether I love it or hate it. I know if I don’t say something soon, Brett is going to think I don’t want him. I know how much I will regret it if I let him walk out of here after he’s made it clear that if I want him, I can have him. This thought breaks the paralysis that has seized my body, and I push myself away from the counter, closing the gap between us even further.
“Well, what I really want to do to you is anything but professional,” I say.
He smiles at me. The sexy smile where he only raises one half of his mouth. It’s more of a smirk than a smile, but there’s no malice in it, only lust.
I find it so damned sexy.
“That sounds … interesting,” he says.
“I think so.” I’m still moving forward, and before I really know it, the gap between Brett and I is gone. I’m almost touching him, looking up into his dark and lust filled eyes. I stand up on my toes and reach up with my hands. I push my hands into Brett’s hair like I’ve wanted to do for so long, and I pull his face down towards mine. He moves his head with no resistance, and I brush my lips over his, so lightly that I could believe we hadn’t even touched if it wasn’t for the way my lips tingle when I pull back slightly. I look him in the eye and then I move in for another go at his lips.
This time, our touch is anything but light.
Pressing my lips against Brett’s lips, I moan slightly as I taste the sweetness of the wine on his lips. He moves his mouth in time with mine, but he makes no move to sweep me into his arms like I hoped he would. I don’t let that put me off. Now we’ve started this, I don’t think I could stop myself from touching Brett even if I wanted to which I most definitely don’t.
I reach out, push his jacket off his shoulders and down his arms, letting it fall to the floor. I pull at his tie until it opens and I drop that down onto the floor too. I slowly open the buttons of his shirt, starting at the top one. I kiss down his neck and as I open each button, I move my mouth lower, running soft kisses over his chest and down his deliciously tight washboard stomach.
Brett makes no move to stop me, and when I glance up at him, he’s watching me, his expression caught between amusement and lust. I run my tongue over his abs as I reach the last button. I know what will turn that look of amusement to total lust. I reach for the waistband of his trousers, ready to unleash his cock and get to my knees, but he stops me by reaching out and taking hold of the tops of my arms.
I look up questioningly and my breath sticks in my throat when I see the expression on his face. It’s lust.
Pure, primal lust.
Pulling me back up, he presses his lips against mine, wrapping me in his arms.
His kiss is deeper, harder and more intense than mine was and I feel my whole body lighting up as he presses my body against him. My arms move around him, running up and down his back beneath his open shirt. I can feel the tight muscles there and I have an urge to dig my fingers into him, to really knead the muscles and make us one.
I can feel my breasts mashed against his chest and his hard cock pressed up against me. I move my hips, pressing myself against his cock and rubbing against it.
Groaning into my mouth, his hands go into my hair, pulling out my clip and setting all of my hair free. Brett’s tongue pushes deeper into my mouth and I rub my own tongue across it, wanting to taste every part of his mouth. He moves his lips away from mine, kissing down my neck and pushing the strap of my dress to one side. He kisses along my shoulder blade as one of his hands snakes beneath my dress.
Brett’s touch consumes me.
He pushes my panties to one side, his fingers slipping between my wet lips and finding my throbbing clit. I moan as he presses down on it, sending sparks of fire through my body and I sag against him slightly. He works me until I am on the verge of climaxing, my breath catching in my throat in quiet whimpers, and then he moves his fingers away from me, pulling my panties down. I step out of them and he moves his head back, looking deep into my eyes.
My clit is throbbing, my orgasm hovering on the brink of an explosion but not quite there yet. I know Brett knows exactly what he’s doing to me. That he’s leaving me desperate for more on purpose.
I don’t have to wait long for more though. Brett picks me up and lifts my dress above my waist. He deposits me on the counter top. I spread my legs eagerly, hoping for his touch on my clit once more. He gets his trousers open then pushes them and his boxer shorts down. He steps between my spread legs and smiles at me, a smile that sends my temperature soaring.
Reaching around, I grab his ass. I can’t wait any longer, so pulling him closer to me as I scoot forward on the counter. He smiles and puts his hands on my hips. He kisses my neck again as I close my eyes and throw my head back, moaning as goose bumps trail their way down my neck and over my chest.
One of Brett’s hands leaves my hips and I feel him moving back from me slightly. I lift my head back up and open my eyes a tiny bit in time to see him positioning his cock at the edge of my pussy. He slams into me with no warning, and my eyes fly wide open as he fills me right up. I gasp as pleasure spreads through my pussy and up into my stomach.
Wrapping my legs around Brett’s
waist, I pull him into me deeper as he begins to thrust. I push my palms against his bare chest and kiss him deeply on the mouth as he strokes inside of me.
I move my hands around to his back, clutching him tightly against me. I lower my hands down to his ass, pushing him inside me even further, wanting him to fill every inch of me. I can hear myself panting and moaning as his cock brings my pussy to life.
He kisses my neck again, and I let my head fall back, my thoughts spinning out of control as desire floods me. I gasp as Brett ups the pace of his thrusts, slamming into me again and again. I can feel the orgasm that was hovering in the background rushing back, and this time, Brett doesn’t leave me wanting for anything.
All of the pent up desire I have felt over the last two days, all of the dirty thoughts I have had about Brett, all come together in this moment and when my climax hits me, it hits me hard. My pussy clenches around Brett’s cock, making him moan low in his throat, a noise so full of lust that it only pushes me further over the edge.
My whole body tingles, my skin heating up, my nerves buzzing with ecstasy. My clit is going wild, pulsing and throbbing as my pussy contracts again, so tightly that Brett is held in place for a second.
I gasp in a breath and let it out in a strangled scream that turns into Brett’s name somewhere along the way and ends in a pained sounding moan as the pleasure consumes me completely.
Closing my eyes, I’m riding the waves that spread out through my whole body, each one reaching a little further than the one before it. I feel myself come, my pussy clenching once more and a rush of warm, wet liquid running from me.
Brett moans loudly as my juices flood him and he pushes his hands into my hair again, tugging it and making my scalp sting. He tugs my head into position and kisses me so roughly I feel like my lips are being skinned. But I don’t care, because it feels so good to be this close to him, and to know that I am effecting him every bit as much as he’s effecting me. My pussy twitches slightly as my orgasm begins to fade and my breath comes in gasping pants while I try to make up for the lack of oxygen as my orgasm squeezes my lungs to emptiness.
Brett pulls back from my kiss and with one last, hard thrust, his face contorts as he comes hard. He moans again, saying my name in that hot, husky voice.
I feel him spurting into me, his seed warm and welcome inside of me. His cock pulses, and another spurt of heat fills me. His whole body goes taut and he clings to me, holding me tightly against him.
His cock slips out of me, but he stays in place, standing between my legs and holding me in his arms. I wrap my heavy feeling arms around him and we both relax, trying to get our breathing back under control. I have dreamed of this moment since I first clapped eyes on Brett, but nothing could have prepared me for this. Even in my wildest fantasies, I didn’t expect him to be that good. I have never orgasmed like that before.
I thought this would get Brett out of my system, make it easier to be around him without being distracted by what I wanted to do to him. I see now I was wrong about that. Having Brett, feeling him moving inside of me, has only made me want him more.
I almost protest when he finally pulls back from me.
He smiles down at me as he pulls his boxer shorts and pants back up. He kisses the top of my head.
“Wow,” I manage.
“My thoughts exactly.” He finishes buttoning his trousers and starts on his shirt.
I’m suddenly conscious of the fact I’m still sitting on the counter top, my pussy totally on show. I close my legs and hop down from the counter top.
Brett watches me as I retrieve my panties.
I pass him his tie and jacket from the ground.
“Is that a hint?” he says. “You’ve had what you want and now I should just go?”
“What? No!” I exclaim, horrified that he would think such a thing. I only handed him his clothes because I suddenly feel awkward again, very much aware that I have just seduced my boss.
“I’m joking Opal.” Brett laughs.
“Oh,” I manage. I say it again and laugh, relief flooding me.
“I probably should go though,” he adds.
I nod, although everything in me is telling me not to let him go yet. To beg him to stay the night. To do that again, but slower, drawing it out, savouring every second of it. I don’t say anything though. It would seem too humiliating to beg him to stay.
“That probably shouldn’t have happened,” Brett says.
There’s no probably about it. It shouldn’t have happened at all. If Mr. Connell finds out, I know I will be fired. I can’t believe I’ve risked the career I’ve spent so long building for a couple of minutes of fun. But oh my God, was it worth it. And besides, it’s not likely that Brett is going to call his father and tell him what just happened.
Releasing a grunting sound, I hope Brett takes it as an agreement. He’s right, I can’t quite bring myself to say the words out loud and risk cheapening what we have just done.
“For what it’s worth, I’m glad it did though,” he adds with a smile that is almost shy.
“Me too,” I reply. That’s definitely something I can agree with out loud in real words.
He smiles as he puts his jacket on then stuffs his tie into the pocket. He reaches out and brushes his fingers across my cheek and then he kisses me softly on the mouth. “I guess I’ll see you on Monday then.”
I nod, already dreading the moment when I have to face him again. His softness is gone from his voice now and he’s all business again.
“I trust that I don’t need to remind you that this must stay between us,” he says.
“Of course,” I say quickly.
“And that it can never happen again,” he adds.
I nod, biting my lip to try and keep my disappointment from showing. Just what did you expect Opal? You put it on a plate and he took it. It’s not like he’s going to want to keep doing this. And even if he does, you have to say no. You can’t risk your career like this. This happening once, I can tell myself I got caught up in the moment and let it happen. If it keeps happening, then I can’t even pretend that to myself.
Brett turns away from me and heads for the door to my apartment. “I’ll call my driver from downstairs,” he says. “See you Monday.” With that, he’s gone.
I don’t know whether to dance around my apartment in joy because of the way he made me feel as I came, or whether to curl into a ball and sob because it’s over between us before it even really begun.
I’m really too shell shocked to do much of anything. I can’t believe that really happened. I move as though in a trance and pour myself a cup of coffee from the pot I brewed earlier. I move to the couch and sit sipping the coffee, trying to make sense of a world where a man like Brett Connell could want me, even if only for a few minutes.
My phone beeps and I look around for my purse. I spot it and go to retrieve it, hoping for a crazy moment that it’s Brett. It’s not. It’s Gary, professing his love for me. Angrily, I close my text messages. There are several missed calls from an unknown number, and I know that’s Gary too. With a sigh, I switch the phone off and go back to sipping my coffee.
Eventually, my eyelids start to feel heavy, so I switch off the lights and go through to my bedroom. I lay down in my dress, unable to find the energy to bother getting changed or taking my makeup off. I lay in a cloud of post orgasmic joy and relive what Brett and I have just done. I finally fall asleep with a wide grin on my face.
10
Monday morning comes around a lot quicker than I would have liked it to. Instead of being excited at the thought of seeing Brett again, I just feel nervous. My stomach swirls sickly like it has all weekend.
I spent all of Saturday and Sunday trying to make sense of what happened, and I still haven’t been able to decide how to handle the moment I see Brett again. I want to be professional about it all, but I don’t want him to think I’m cold, or that I’m the sort of girl who hops into bed with a guy and then just writes him off. But at the
same time, we both know nothing else can happen, and I’m worried if I act overly familiar with him, he might think I am trying to get it to happen again between us.
I’m just glad Rita ended up spending the whole weekend at her boyfriend’s place and I didn’t have to fend off a barrage of questions from her. She would have taken one look at me and known something was off and I would have ended up telling her everything. I don’t even know how I feel about any of this yet, so I am far from ready to start trying to analyze it with someone else. Particularly, someone like Rita who can read me so well. She knows me almost better than I know myself and she might just pull put some answers that I’m just not ready for yet.
Showering quickly, I then get dressed. I don’t allow myself to agonize over my outfit. I put on a sensible navy blue shift dress, the kind I always wear for work, and navy court shoes. I don’t need a jacket as it’s warm enough outside. I allow myself to put a thin black belt around my waist and at least give myself some shape, but that’s it. My makeup is sensible, natural looking, and I pin my hair up in a messy bun, just like I would any day for work.
Gazing at myself in the mirror, I decide I’ll do. I look like I’m going to work and that’s all I am doing. The fact that Brett will also be there is neither here nor there. It’s one thing letting my hair down at a party, but I’m not going to let any of this effect my work in any way.
Even as I tell myself this, I know it’s not true. My stomach is rolling and my heart is beating so fast, it feels like palpitations. My palms are sweaty and I can feel a sheen of sweat coating my back too. I take a deep breath as a wave of dizziness seizes me. I reach out and flatten my palm against the wall to steady myself. Nausea rolls over me in waves and I take long, slow breaths, trying to get it to pass. Dots of white light dance in front of my vision and my stomach cramps as another wave of nausea rolls over me.
I know deep breaths aren’t going to get rid of it as my stomach cramps again. Saliva floods my mouth and my throat starts to tighten. I push myself away from the wall and run blindly for the bathroom. I throw myself down onto my knees in front of the toilet just in time as my breakfast comes up.
