Seduction in a Suit: An Office Romance Collection

by Monica Corwin

  He found an egg chair for some privacy.

  First up, toys. Express delivery. She probably had boxes of toys. So what did you get the sex-advice blogger who had everything?

  He selected an assortment of dildos, clit vibrators, rings, beads, lube, clamps, wands, bondage equipment, and holy shit that came to $1279 plus tax and express delivery.

  Confirm purchase?

  He hesitated for at least four seconds and confirmed. What he couldn’t afford was taking chances.

  To celebrate? He switched sites and found an illustrated edition of Lovecraft’s Tales of Horror for his coffee table at home. Nothing like living the high life. He sighed and relaxed back in the domed seat.

  It wasn’t enough to celebrate quietly. He still wanted to shout it to the world. Tell everyone that Reese was a goddess, that he had finally gotten laid. He was a man as of that morning.

  Perhaps he couldn’t shout it to the world—especially not her name—but he was anonymous in the player circle.

  He rolled out of the egg chair and grabbed his laptop, then ducked back into it again. He pulled up a blank page.

  Friends, my life has changed forever. Yours can, too.

  He paused. He had a date planned with another woman the next evening.

  He would worry about that later, and his fingers flew over the keyboard.

  13

  Reese

  Reese couldn’t get the scene out of her head: Kenneth holding her, breathing into her hair. He had smelled delicious. All spicy and fresh with a hint of clean sweat and hot skin. Given the choice, she would have stayed like that for another hour. Hell, the rest of the damn day. In a perfect world she would have taken him home, ordered delivery for lunch, and kept him naked under her covers until dawn.

  If she could arrange something like that…

  The romping would be out of control.

  But…

  Wasn’t it wrong to screw someone who had paid her three thousand dollars to learn how to seduce women, though? Wasn’t that crossing several lines of ethics?

  Emotions in a churning turmoil, she hunched her shoulders and made a dash for her desk. She couldn’t handle any more encounters with colleagues. It was barely eight o’clock, and the things she had done. The things she was responsible for.

  What kind of person was she? To take his virginity in the break room at work first thing in the morning? After he had hired her? Who did that kind of horrible thing? He was a client and she had hot nooky with him.

  On the plus side, she’d orgasmed twice in less time than it took to make an omelet.

  She groaned, shaking her head in shame. Damn, he had smelled good. And the orgasms? He might have been a virgin, but he had been more chivalrous than a knight in shining armor. That mouth, those hands, the care for her needs.

  Just remembering the feel of him—moving in her, with her, consuming her—sent waves of desire through her core.

  What kind of person was she? For starters, someone who was hot for that brainy hunk of a man.

  Five minutes later, well before her emotions started to calm down, Clem arrived, taking her usual position at the four-foot wall. Her spoon went clink, clink, clink in her oversized coffee cup. Her eyebrow was up.

  Reese braced herself.

  “I have a question,” Clem said.

  Here it comes. No way was Clem fooled about what was really going on.

  “I might have overheard you say something the other day, about you working evenings…”

  “Mmm. No. No, I couldn’t say I work evenings.” That wasn’t what Reese expected, but she rolled with it. Not that it was any better.

  “No moonlighting activities?” Clem asked.

  Reese’s stomach clenched. What exactly had her friend overheard? And why was she spying? “Were you at the breakroom door when I was getting coffee, by chance?”

  “Maybe. Then just a few minutes ago I might have walked by the breakroom again. It was odd. There were very strange noises coming from there.”

  Reese’s stomach bottomed out in her shoes. There it was. “Kenneth was helping me get something from the top shelf. Why do you ask?”

  “He was helping you get something, that’s for sure.” Clem winked.

  “I have no idea what you are talking about.” Reese took a deep breath.

  “But what is it exactly that you do for your clients?”

  Well, shitzolla. Reese stood. “I think I need another coffee. Why don’t you come get a refill?”

  Reese marched to the break room, Clem in tow, and shut the door behind them. There were two choices available to her:

  Tell the truth.

  Deny everything.

  Choice number one meant she had to trust her friend to keep a lid on her secret, difficult but not impossible.

  Choice number two meant her friend would continue to assume she was some kind of prostitute, because the look in her eye at Reese’s obviously disheveled appearance had spoken volumes.

  “So?” Clem asked.

  “I need you to keep a secret. No one here can know, but I write the blog It’s Not Rocket Science, It’s a Vagina. Kenneth hired me as a coach to help him become more…successful in love. I was coaching him when things might have gotten out of hand this morning.”

  Clem burst out laughing. “I knew it! Well, I didn’t really know what I knew, but I knew I knew something! A blogger for sex advice and you are coaching Kenneth?” She made a show of winking.

  Reese nodded, gulping. She motioned for Clem to keep her voice down. Like way down.

  Clem wasn’t going for it, though. She laughed in relief and jumped to sit on the counter. Right where the nooky happened ten minutes ago. “So, if you are coaching him on sex, does that make you…”

  “No! The coaching part is strictly non-physical. In fact, I’ve coached other people online for self-improvement. This is really a one-time thing that has nothing to do with my helping him. Really. He has a date lined up for tomorrow. This was simply blowing off some steam. Two people. Nothing.”

  Clem twisted her face in confusion. “Honey, you two have something going, but he has a date tomorrow? Are you sure this is all right? I mean, he is a catch and a half. Hell, I was thinking of going for him before I realized you two were getting it on in the coffee corner.”

  “He’s not my type. Plus, I’m not his type.”

  “Okey-dokey. When you are ready to talk, I’ll be here.” Clem hopped from the counter, filled Reese’s cup, and put her arm around her shoulder. She led Reese from the break room. “He has brains—I must have been a zombie in a past life, because brains drive me wild, honey, just wild—a body, and good taste in movies. Sweetie, if you don’t snatch him up, someone else will and fast.”

  Reese dragged her feet to her desk, Clem’s words of advice turning round and round in her head. She had to hope that her friend was wrong for the first time. That all other women who wanted Kenneth would fail. Reese knew she was wrong for him, but she couldn’t help but wonder what if.

  It didn’t matter if she was in a dark-gray zone by having sex with him. She wasn’t finished with her client yet. Not by a long shot.

  The day was never-ending. Six o’clock took at least thirty hours to arrive. Checking her watch every ten minutes while she worked didn’t help, but she finally finished up her last email, then shot out of her seat.

  She messaged Kenneth on her phone but there was no answer. At the elevator, she bounced up and down. It arrived at the same time as her phone buzzed.

  Kenneth: Can’t get away, yet. I promise to be home by 8. Will u b there?

  Some extra time to get ready? Actually, that was good. Reese punched in her message.

  Reese: Yes.

  Yes. Yes. Yes. Eight couldn’t come soon enough. In addition to getting ready, she had to get something else from her apartment.

  She rang the bell at eight sharp, bottle of wine in hand.

  He answered with a grin. There was a kitchen towel on his shoulder and a whiff of smok
e in the air. “Hey.”

  “Hey.”

  “Do you…do you want to come in?” He motioned for her to come inside. “I made spaghetti, but the pot boiled over and the pasta went everywhere. I hope you don’t mind Chinese delivery.”

  “Sure. I don’t mind.” She hesitated at the threshold.

  He held out his hand and she gave him the wine, but she stayed rooted to her spot.

  “Is there some dating protocol I’m missing?” he asked. “I’m pretty sure even a vampire could come in if invited, right?”

  Nervous jitters rolled through her stomach. “Look, I feel terrible. I need to return this to you.” Reese pulled a white envelope from her purse. She had to refund the money for the coaching in full.

  “Why? I don’t understand. You’ve done so much.”

  “Because it’s unethical. I can’t take your money and then have more sex—I mean, have sex—”

  “Wait.” He held up a finger. “Did you just say more sex?”

  “Yes, but intimacy between client and coach is unethical. I can’t take your money and have sex with you, that makes me a…a sort of consort.”

  “Do…do you want to have more sex? Because I would like that. I’m going to be very, painfully honest. I want more of that with you all day and all night. You didn’t do it because I gave you money, right?”

  She choked. “No. No, of course not!”

  “You wanted to?” he asked.

  “Yeah. Hell yeah. It was wonderful. I’ve never had so much fun at work, I swear.”

  “And you want to have more? Sex and fun?” He was grinning again.

  “Yes. Just so long as we’re clear, I didn’t do it for the money. I—”

  His lips came down on hers hard. One armed, he swooped her inside and kicked the door shut. He must have put the wine bottle down because both hands were on her, sliding up her back and into her hair, cupping her nape. This was what she had hoped for—some proof that he wanted only her. He kissed her as if he couldn’t get enough of her. Ever. He meant business in the best way.

  She answered with as much energy as he gave. In fact, she had something else she wanted to give him.

  14

  Kenneth

  The day had been agony waiting for this moment—the moment Kenneth had Reese in his arms again.

  She pulled off his shirt. He unbuttoned her blouse, fingers fumbling with urgency.

  The soft tops of her breasts begged for kisses. It suddenly occurred to him that since she had left her bra on under her unbuttoned shirt that morning, he hadn’t seen them.

  He had to. Now. It was necessary.

  “God, you’re so beautiful. Let me look at you,” he whispered. Without waiting for permission, he reached to her back to unhook her bra.

  She arched away. “Front closure.”

  His frustration evaporated as she put her hand between her full breasts, and with a twist of her fingers she made one more of his dreams come true. One flick, and pure beauty was before his eyes. A tiny snap, and those gorgeous breasts were free.

  He took one of her nipples in his mouth, running his tongue around her puckered skin. She moaned and ran her fingers through his hair. Kissing his way across her breastbone to the other one, he reveled in the tiny noises she made. Noises that should be louder, if he could help it. Her pelvis ground into his, sending a mix of crushed discomfort and uncontrollable desire up through his body.

  Slow it down.

  “Tell me what you want,” he said. This was supposed to be savored as opposed to the frenzy in the breakroom. His dignity depended on making her orgasm at least once and not taking her like a Neanderthal in the living room within two minutes of her arrival.

  “Your skin on mine.” Hands slithered under his sweater and tee and nails skimmed his back. A second later, his naked torso was against her velvet skin.

  Slow.

  Fucking hell. She licked his neck up to his jaw and nipped his earlobe. His cock was no longer listening to reason.

  Reese yanked on his belt and pants button. He stumbled towards the living room, in the direction of the bedroom, bringing her with him.

  They made it three feet, panting and kissing. His straining erection was beginning to throb painfully in his pants. She put her hands on either side of his face to have him look at her.

  “Sit on the couch, I have something I want to give you,” she said throatily.

  “I’m not going to make it much longer, Reese, my bedroom—”

  Ignoring his words, Reese put her hand on his crotch, rubbing lightly. The warmth of her hand came through the material and his gut clenched. She unzipped his pants, her eyes on his face the whole time. Carefully, she eased his boxers over his erection and let them fall.

  She pushed on his chest, motioning for him to sit. His knees bent of their own will. He took her hand, tangling his fingers in hers to pull him on the sofa with him, but she stayed in front of him.

  She went on her knees.

  His mouth went dry. “You don’t have to do anything for me.”

  “I know. But I want to.”

  She closed her wet lips around the tip of his erection and nothing else mattered. She sucked him and stroked his balls, then slid her hand up his shaft. The feeling of her velvet tongue on him, combined with the sweet pressure of her lips, almost made him come instantly like a horny teenager. He clenched his jaw, straining to keep control.

  Heat spiraled up through his torso. He took a ragged breath through his teeth and placed a hand on the back of her head, loving the up and down movements. Her black hair was silk to the touch, and he concentrated on it, on how fucking beautiful she was.

  “Do you like it?” she asked, pausing. She squeezed his balls, and he thought he would die from the pleasure.

  “Don’t stop.”

  She licked him from base to tip before wrapping her full lips around him again. Watching her take him in was hotter than anything he’d imagined. Muscles and tendons tightened. He breathed hard, chest pounding. Spasms hit his cock.

  He was going to come. It was too soon.

  Not sure what he had done to deserve a blow job, he hated to end it, but he also wanted her. It wasn’t enough to have her mouth.

  “Reese…” He took her shoulders.

  “It’s all right. I swallow,” she said, misunderstanding his touch. “I want it. I want it all.” And she slid her wet mouth over his cock and took him in as deeply as possible.

  The words broke his resolve. The feel of her broke his control, and together they broke something sad and solitary inside him. A snap and he was gone.

  She wanted him. All of him. She accepted him. The sweet sensation of her wet mouth on him and her hands gliding up and down his erection overwhelmed him, until nothing was left but building heat.

  He braced against the back of the sofa, lifting his hips to thrust slow and deep—to fuck her beautiful mouth. She moaned in answer and moved her hands to his rhythm, taking all she could.

  Pleasure he had only dreamed of shot through his torso. He rocked in place. The world rocked around him. There was only Reese and the shock of his orgasm as it slammed into him. It carried him and he was lost in its grip. Starbursts flashed in his eyes, there wasn’t enough air.

  The orgasm slowed and stopped. Taking a deep breath, he loosened his shoulders and the tension in his muscles unwound bit by bit. Reese still held him.

  She lifted away from his cock, a grin on her face. In fact, she glowed in triumph, positively proud of herself. “Told you I had something to give you. Where’s the kitchen, I need a drink of water.”

  But she couldn’t get away so quickly. He drew her onto his lap, unwilling to let her go for even a minute. Not yet. As she straddled his thighs, she wrapped her arms around his shoulders.

  He must have hit the jackpot that evening. In this position, his cheek was pressed to one breast and he could see the other one. His cock even stirred sluggishly to life. That bastard had waited twenty-eight years to get some action and a
pparently it intended to make up for lost time. His arms tightened around her waist. He didn’t understand what she saw in him, but he wasn’t wasting any time with her. Not a single second.

  He cupped her ass, firm and shapely, and placed a kiss on her breastbone. Right over her heart. She sighed, rotating her hips and rubbing his cock.

  “Do you want some wine?” she offered.

  “No. Do you?” He kissed her again and then kissed his way to her nipple. It peaked under his tongue, and he sucked gently.

  She whimpered and curled her fingers in his hair. “No.”

  Desire spiked through him despite his recent release. Yeah. Things were definitely coming back to life under her hips. He sucked harder on the nipple and nails digging into his shoulders was his reward.

  She arched her back and ground her hips on him, the cloth from her pants rubbing his cock. Holding her around the waist, he twisted and repositioned to set her in his place. He drew off her pants and tossed them to the floor, pausing to admire her.

  Disheveled hair, bare breasts, flushed cheeks, white panties, and legs splayed. Her decorative pillows and throw blanket piled attractively at the sofa corners.

  “What?” she asked. She lifted a leg to caress his thigh with her toe.

  “It’s missing something.” He motioned vaguely at her and the scene on the sofa. “Ah, yes. My head between your legs.”

  She laughed, but she bit her lip in anticipation as he pulled her panties down. His palms skimmed her ass and thighs. She was panting already when he placed his tongue on her wet center. It was his turn to give to her. Show her there was nowhere else he wanted to be, nothing he would rather do. Perhaps he wasn’t skilled now, but he would dedicate hours, days, and weeks to learning how to give her what she needed.