Tempted by the CEO: An Office Romance

by Iona Rose

  Wave after wave of ecstasy courses through my veins and I feel like I am about to explode. My clit is singing, my pussy clenching so tightly I can feel the knuckles on Brett’s fingers as I slowly come back to myself, my eyes rolling back into place.

  A rush of hot liquid floods from me, drenching Brett’s hand and wrist. He stands up and my pussy craves him instantly, even as his fingers are slipping out of me I want him to push them back in.

  Brett looks down on me, his eyes drinking me in as he brings his fingers to his mouth and literally drinks me in once more.

  I feel my stomach clench, my clit pulse. I have had the most intense orgasm of my life, but I still want more—still need more. I need Brett’s cock inside of me, filling me up, making us one.

  Brett smiles down at me as I shuffle back off the arm of the couch and lay flat on its length. He doesn’t waste any time. He positions his body over mine and plunges his cock into me, filling me with his essence, overwhelming my senses as my body reacts to the sudden fullness between my legs.

  He kisses me as he begins to thrust into me, and in that moment I know I can never let him go. I push the thoughts away, as Brett fills me up and stretches me out, making my body his, making all of me his. He pumps into me, hard and fast, making me cry out his name as my body responds to him, dragging me into another orgasm that is so intense it’s almost painful.

  I hear him groaning my name as he comes with me, our juices mixing together. My pussy clenches, holding his spurting cock in place inside of me and I cry out with an unintelligible, almost alien sound.

  Brett gazes deep into my eyes as his orgasm starts to recede. He kisses me again and then he pushes himself off me.

  I instantly miss the warmth of his body, the closeness between us.

  “I’ll be back in a moment,” he says, his voice husky, still full of sex. He disappears through the mystery door.

  I sit up and smile to myself. I guess I don’t need to know what’s behind that door to appreciate Brett’s skills after all.

  He comes back quickly, wearing a pair of shorts. He’s carrying an oversized t-shirt that he holds out to me. “I thought maybe you’d want something a little more comfortable to wear while we eat dinner. Assuming you’re still hungry.” He smiles.

  Smiling back at him, I take the t-shirt. “I’m starving,” I say, as I pull the t-shirt over my head and slip my arms into it. I stand up on slightly shaky legs and follow Brett towards the kitchen. The t-shirt is like a dress on me, covering me to mid thigh, and as I walk, it slips off one shoulder. I leave it there, liking the idea of reminding Brett of what’s underneath it.

  He gestures for me to sit at the table.

  I sit down, wincing slightly as my still tender pussy meets the hard seat of the chair. I watch Brett as he moves around the kitchen.

  He puts our dinner in the oven to warm back up and he moves around collecting plates, napkins and cutlery, whistling to himself as he goes. He seems comfortable here, relaxed and at home, like the kitchen is his comfort zone.

  “Do you like cooking?” I ask as he sets the cutlery and the napkins on the table.

  “I wouldn’t call reheating our food cooking Opal.” He chuckles.

  “I know. I just meant because of the fancy pants kitchen.”

  He heads back into the kitchen and goes to the fridge laughing. “I’ve never heard it called that before. But in answer to your question, yes I do like cooking.”

  “We make a good pair then.” I beam.

  He glances at over his shoulder as he pulls a bottle of white wine from the fridge. “You like to cook too?”

  “Oh, heck no, but they say opposites attract right? Seriously Brett, I can burn a pot of pasta.”

  “I guess I’ll be the one doing all of the cooking then. You can do the dishes.” The grin he wears fades from his face, as it dawns on him what he’s just said.

  It only serves to remind me that it can’t happen between us. There’s no future for us. He turns his back, clearing his throat loudly as I look down into my lap.

  The moment of awkwardness fades away as Brett reaches up to a high cupboard and grabs two glasses. His back is still to me as he opens the wine and begins to pour it out. “So what do you do for food? You must eat out a lot,” he says.

  “I eat more takeout than I care to admit. But I can rustle up a mean salad?” I laugh.

  Brett comes back to the table with the two glasses of wine. He places one beside me and I thank him. He sits down in the chair next to mine and raises his glass and I clink mine against it.

  “Here’s to the humble salad.” He grins.

  “Hey there’s nothing humble about my salads!” I giggle after I take a drink of my wine. “Those little things are really quite up themselves.”

  “You know they really are little show offs aren’t they? Look at me with my healthy vegetable goodness and my bright colors,” Brett teases.

  I laugh again and shake my head. “Exactly. Luckily, Rita fares slightly better than me in the kitchen, so now and again, we have a decent roast or something.”

  “Who’s Rita?” Brett asks me. The oven timer pings and he gets up and goes back to the kitchen.

  “My roommate,” I reply. “And my best friend. We met in college and we were instantly inseparable. Of course, we grew up and life gets in the way a bit, but we’re still close.”

  “It must be fun to have a roommate,” Brett says as he puts the food out.

  “It is.” I nod. “I’m never bored or lonely. But sometimes, I think it would be nice to branch out alone, to be a real adult like you and live alone.”

  “Being an adult is overrated.” Brett shrugs. “I do like having my privacy though. I mean tonight would have gone very differently if I had a roommate waiting here for me, wouldn’t it?”

  “Yeah, I guess it would. We might have had to share the food,” I joke.

  Brett comes to the table with our plates. He sets mine down in front of me.

  My stomach jumps a little as the smell of the spicy tomato sauce drifts up to my nostrils. I pick up my fork and spear a piece of pasta coated in the sauce. “Oh, it’s amazing.” I moan.

  Brett nods his agreement. “Yeah. It’s one of my favorite places for nights where I’ve worked late and can’t be bothered to come home and cook. Night which, by the way, I will now be referring to as Opal Nights.”

  “Hey!” I laugh. “That’s not fair. It’s not like I can knock up a feast now and again, and call it a Brett night.” I pause and look at him, noticing again how much younger he looks when he’s relaxed like this. “You know something? I think maybe this is all a ruse. You have this big fancy kitchen just so you can tell girls you can cook, but I suspect it’s all a lie. That really, you don’t even know how to work half of this stuff. Yeah. I bet you can’t even boil an egg,” I tease him.

  “Well, maybe I’ll have to cook you dinner one night and show you that’s so not true.” He grins at me. “But you’re right about me using the cooking thing to impress girls. Is it working?”

  “Oh, hell yeah!” I snicker, keeping it casual, but I can’t help but feel a spark of jealousy at the thought of another girl sitting here where I am, eating Brett’s home cooked food and laughing at his jokes. “You must have an army of girls coming up here. Good looking, successful, and a good cook.”

  “You would think, wouldn’t you?” He cocks his head at me.

  “Oh, come on, Brett. You can’t expect me to believe you don’t have a past.”

  “Oh, I have a past. I’m not like a virgin or anything.” He chuckles again. “I just don’t have an army of girls as you so nicely worded it. There have been a few girls here and there, but with work and everything, I rarely have the time to just kick back and have fun.” He takes a forkful of pasta and chews slowly, a thoughtful look on his face. “It’s funny…After the expansion of the business, I’m finally in a place where I can take a step back and enjoy some time off work. And then this whole thing with my father happened and I
’m working more hours than ever.”

  “Have you given any more thought to your father’s proposal?” I ask.

  He shakes his head. “No. And I don’t intend to. At least not tonight. Tonight, I just want to forget work. In fact, I want to forget that there’s a world outside of the apartment at all.”

  “That sounds good to me.” I nod.

  17

  We carefully avoid the mention of anything else work related as we eat our meal. It’s not as hard as I thought it might be, and it doesn’t feel awkward. It feels right, normal, like maybe we’re two people who aren’t just connected through work.

  We finish the meal and I stand to pick up the plates.

  “You don’t have to do that,” Brett says as I start towards the kitchen.

  “It was your idea,” I remind him. “I do the dishes remember?”

  “But I didn’t cook,” Brett points out.

  I shrug as I come back to the table for our empty glasses and the remaining cutlery. “I don’t mind doing it.” I run the taps and rinse of the dishes to out into the dishwasher.

  “I really should stop you from doing that, but the view is too good,” Brett says from behind me.

  I glance over my shoulder at him.

  He’s sitting at the table still, but he’s turned himself towards me. His eyes linger on my bare legs.

  I laugh as I get the dishes into the washer. There are only the few from our meal and I know they won’t take me long to do. I hear Brett come up behind me.

  Wrapping his arms around my waist, he kisses my neck. “Ok Cinderella, you’ve paid your dues. Now it’s time for the prince to claim you as his own,” he says.

  I turn around in his arms, my hands still covered in soap suds. I lean up and he comes down to meet me. Fire floods me again, as we kiss. This time, while passionate, our kiss isn’t rushed or desperate. It’s lingering, sensual. It’s the sort of kiss that can make a person fall in love.

  I wrap my arms around Brett’s neck, melting into the kiss. He tucks his hands beneath my ass and lifts me from the floor as though I weigh nothing. I wrap my legs around his waist and he starts moving, walking me towards the door off the living room, taking me towards his bedroom.

  My stomach is whirling with butterflies as Brett reaches the door, still kissing me.

  He opens it and steps through. He keeps walking, still kissing me.

  I really want to look around and see where he’s taking me, but his kiss feels so good and I don’t want to ruin the moment, so I keep my eyes firmly closed, just relishing the feel of his lips on mine.

  Bending at the waist, he lowers me, and I unwrap my legs from around him. He stands back up straight, leaving me behind on his bed.

  Finally, I open my eyes and take a look around me.

  His bedroom is huge. The headboard of the big king sized bed I’m now laid on is pushed against the back wall, facing the glass wall that extends right through the room. It must be amazing waking up here and being able to watch the sun rising over the whole city.

  Beside the bed is a small cabinet. The rest of the room contains the standard fare – a wardrobe, a chest of drawers, a comfy looking chair. But that isn’t what gets my attention. My attention goes to the treadmill in the corner, set up facing the window.

  Brett sees me looking at it and he smiles. “I go to the gym for weights and stuff, but I like to do my cardio here where I can watch the world go by. It’s awful running and running and only seeing a wall.”

  I nod, but the treadmill soon loses my interest when Brett hooks his thumbs into the waistband of his shorts and pulls them down, stepping neatly out of them. His cock is hard and ready for me. I hear myself moaning with longing when I see it. I reach out and wrap my fist around it and begin to stroke him.

  He moans as I move my hand along his length.

  I get to my knees, still jerking Brett off, my eyes on his. I crawl closer to the edge and our lips meet. I slip off the edge of the bed, one hand wrapped around Brett’s cock, the other behind his head, pulling his face down to mine again.

  I kiss him hard, thrusting my tongue into his mouth, and then I pull away, releasing his cock. I put my palms on Brett’s chest and push him back onto the bed.

  He raises an eyebrow at me.

  I grin. “Your turn,” I say, getting to my knees in front of Brett.

  He groans again, a groan filled with longing.

  I push his knees apart and crawl into the gap between his legs. I take the base of his cock in my fist and bend my head down to the head. I flick my tongue over the tip, listening to Brett gasp. I tease him with my tongue, licking down his length and then blowing gently on the warm saliva trail. A shiver goes through him as my tongue flicks over the head of his cock again.

  Taking him into my mouth, I move my head down, taking as much of him as I can into my mouth. I suck him hard, bobbing my head up and down, and within minutes, Brett is moaning and saying my name in a voice that makes my clit throb.

  I keep sucking, pushing him closer to the edge. When I know he’s only seconds away from coming, I pull back. I get to my feet before him.

  He watches me, his face contorted with the frustration of being left hanging.

  I don’t give him long to dwell on it. I put my hands on his shoulders and push him flat, putting one knee on the bed beside his hip. I straddle him, putting my other knee beside his other hip.

  Grabbing my ass, he scoots backwards a little bit, bringing me with him. I grab his cock again and lower myself onto it, feeling myself opening up for him, taking him inside of me. He moans as he enters me. I start to move slowly, long, drawn out movements that set every nerve in my internal walls on fire.

  He feels it too, because he groans with each slow thrust. “Opal,” he gasps as I move. “Fuck, Opal.”

  Moving slowly, I’m bringing him to the edge of my pussy and then all the way back in again. Each stroke makes me feel more alive than the one before it as I move, knowing I am teasing Brett, driving him wild the way he drove me wild before. I am tempted to speed up, to bring myself to orgasm on him, but I hold myself back, waiting, drawing it out, taking us both to the edge through slow, delicious movements.

  I keep my eyes open, looking down at Brett.

  His eyes are closed, his mouth hanging slightly open as he slowly comes undone.

  I start to speed up a little and he growls this time. His mouth opens further as he gasps in short breaths. His hands ball the sheet up, squeezing it into his fists beside him.

  Reaching down, I run my fingernails down his chest and over his stomach as I keep the pace, not too fast yet. I don’t want this to end until I have driven Brett as crazy as he drove me.

  He gasps deeper as my nails bring the blood the surface of his skin, leaving pink trails across his pecs and his abs.

  Speeding up my movements again, I pick up the pace, making Brett curse under his breath. His voice is low and husky, and it shakes slightly. I move faster and faster, and when I know he’s almost there, I slow it right down, moving into one long stroke that brings him all the way into me and then a slow stroke back up, bringing him almost all the way out again. Then I slow right back down.

  Brett’s gasping get worse now, his fists tightening at his sides.

  I’m not just teasing him now; I am teasing myself.

  I move slowly for as long as I can bare, and then I let loose, moving up and down on Brett in short fast strokes that have us both gasping for air within seconds. I can feel my orgasm flooding me as I let myself go, and liquid floods over Brett as my pussy tightens around his cock.

  He growls again, saying my name in a voice that shakes ever so slightly. He sucks in a deep breath and holds it as his face twists in ecstasy and he spurts into me, filling me with his juices.

  I stay on top of him for a moment, panting, getting myself back under control a little bit. When I feel like I can move again, I roll to the side, lying beside Brett who is still on his back getting his breath back.

 
; Brett turns towards me when he has his breathing under control. He wraps his arm around my waist and I snuggle closer to him. He kisses me softly. His hand traces little shapes on the small of my back, relaxing me. I know I should move. I should get dressed and go. We both knew this was only about tonight.

  It doesn’t matter how much I tell myself to do it though, my body doesn’t respond to my mind’s command. I feel so warm, so safe lying here in Brett’s arms. I even feel – dare I say it? – loved. I know whatever is between Brett and I can never be fully realized. We only have tonight and then it has to end, but we can have all of tonight. Every single second of it.

  I close my eyes and refuse to let the thoughts of tomorrow flood into my head and bring me down. I just want to enjoy the rest of tonight.

  Brett seems to have the same idea, because he kisses my forehead and pulls me closer to him.

  After a couple of minutes, the movement of his hand on my back starts to slow down and his arm gets heavier on my waist. A couple of minutes after that, his hand falls still altogether and he starts snoring gently. Rather than irritating me, the sound lulls me into a deep state of relaxation, and before I know it, my eyes close and I slip into sleep beside him, wrapped in his arms and his warmth.

  It’s almost five when I wake up and check my watch. Brett is still asleep beside me, and although it makes my heart hurt to think about leaving him, I know I have to. And I think it’ll be easier for both of us if I slip out now than it will be if I wait around until he wakes up and we have to say an awkward goodbye to each other.

  I lift his arm up gently and slip out from beneath it. I sit on the side of the bed for a minute and then I get to my feet.

  “Going somewhere?” Brett asks from beside me.

  Dammit. I thought I was being quiet enough not to wake him. I debate lying to him, saying I was just getting up to use the bathroom, but what’s the point? He knows I have to leave, and I would rather just be honest than tell him I’m going to the bathroom and then have him hear the front door opening as I slip out. And I can’t just go to the bathroom and then come back. I’m not strong enough to do this again.