Seduction in a Suit: An Office Romance Collection

by Monica Corwin

  Finally, we collapsed into sated exhaustion, me on top of her, not wanting to let her go. Finally, I raised myself up by my elbows, and my eyes met hers.

  “Hmmm… hi,” she said.

  We were still connected, so I couldn’t help but laugh. I couldn’t remember a time that I’d ever stayed connected with any woman after sex, and for us to enjoy a joke while doing it…. I was reluctant to leave the sweet heaven of her body, but I had to get rid of the condom. I pulled out of her, feeling the separation like a shockwave, and the way she sucked in air through her teeth told me she felt it, too.

  I am in so much trouble, yet I don’t seem to care. Tearing my gaze from hers, I walked into the bathroom and tossed the condom into the toilet. And using a washcloth, I cleaned myself before taking a clean washcloth, which I wet in some soapy water before returning to the bed.

  I was going to do something I’d never done with any woman. I could tell she hadn’t either because her face turned a bright red, but I did not allow that to deter me. I was determined to make this night with Robyn a first in many things for me and hopefully for her, too.

  She held her hand out for the washcloth, and I pretended not to see it and knelt between her legs. “Give me the washcloth, Dean. I’ll do it.”

  “No. I’m here, and I want to do it, so lie back and relax. Let me take care of you.”

  I reached between her legs, and the moment the cloth touched her, she closed her eyes and released a huge sigh. I took this to be a good sign. I was going to do a thorough job cleaning her, and when that was done, I intended to finish it off with my mouth and tongue. The night was young, and I intended to make the most of it. I wanted her to know whom she’d spent the night with, and when I saw her in the office, she’d think of my head between her legs and my body inside her.

  I searched her face for a moment and then went to work with the washcloth. I took my time examining her. I didn’t realize I’d get such a thrill just cleaning her. My dick was so hard I feared it would penetrate the sheets. I whispered to her, “Lie back. Don’t move. I’m enjoying cleaning you.”

  9

  ~Robyn~

  I couldn’t get over the fact that Dean was cleaning me, and I was lying there allowing him to do it. This entire behavior on my part was so foreign to me I felt as if someone else had moved into my body and taken over. I was like a mindless puppet with this man. He knew how to pull my strings.

  I closed my eyes so as not to look at him between my legs, my fingers curled into the sheets, and I could feel his hot stare on my body as intimately as I would his mouth. I found there was a big thrill between feeling and not seeing. The anticipation of his mouth on me where his hand was at the moment almost had me orgasming, but I kept my eyes shut until I felt the first swipe of his tongue on my clit before he took it into his mouth. My eyes flew open, and l found myself looking into a pair of eyes that were burning with passion’s flame.

  True to his words, Dean kept up his assault on my body until I was, once again, begging him to fuck me, and he did. We did this all night. I lost count of how many condoms he went through. I only knew I was in a state of constant arousal. He never allowed me any down time. He had remarkable recovery. It was even more powerful when I bit him. He seemed to enjoy the pain, and I certainly enjoyed giving it to him. We were both too much alike, one not giving to the other. In the end, exhaustion took over, and we fell asleep.

  I awoke to the soft flow of the early morning sunlight through the hotel window and the vibration of my phone on the night table, with the alarm going off. I reached for the phone, only to feel my reach impeded by the arm holding on to me. I was sleeping with someone who was spooning me, and then it all came back—I’d spent the entire night with Dean Holmes, and we had done things to each other that would make a courtesan blush. I felt my face heat up just thinking about it, but funny enough, I was getting aroused by the thought and by the feel of his erection poking me in the butt.

  For several moments I was unable to move, unwilling to move, not wanting to bring our time together to an end. I hit the end button and set the phone down. I slowly began to separate my body from his.

  “Where are you going?”

  “I have to get home to get ready for work. I’m not the boss.”

  “What will you do if the boss says it’s all right?”

  “I would say no. I don’t want to start off taking time off from work for no reason but to fuck the boss. That would be very unprofessional and against everything I stand for.”

  “Okay, I’m not going to talk you into compromising your morals, but,” he whispered in my ear, “I’m all out of condoms anyway; otherwise I’d keep you in bed a bit longer.”

  “I’d planned on going in early today. There’s a huge auction going on in Connecticut. There’s no way I’ll get there on time. I like being one of the first people there to get a feel for the crowd. Now it won’t go as I planned, so I’ll have to miss that one.”

  “That’s okay. There’ll be plenty more. If you weren’t such a stickler for following the rules, I’d suggest we played truant and take the day off, but I have to check up on my mom, and you have a job to do. I’ll see you later.”

  I gave him a nod and got out of the bed like a woman twice my age. I was aching in places I didn’t think I could hurt. I debated about taking a quick shower before going home, but I loved my bath and I was hurting for one. I pulled on the tiny piece of scrap that passed for a panty and pulled my dress over my head before stepping into my shoes. All that remained was for me to tousle my hair more than it was already, making it appear that I wanted it to be that way. I turned to him. I had to give him credit. He was fully dressed and ready to leave.

  We walked out of the hotel, hand in hand. I didn’t know if this meant something, but I was taking nothing for granted with Dean. I’d already decided I would follow his lead in how we interacted at work. Being self-employed for most of my adult life, I never had the opportunity to flirt or have thoughts of sleeping with the boss. This was new territory for me.

  He gave me a kiss when we got to the jazz club where I’d left my vehicle the previous night, and I kissed him back. In the light of day, I was a bit out of my element, especially since I still had his smell all over me, and he mine.

  I got into my car and drove the short distance to my home. The first thing I did on entering my room was to turn on the tap to run a bath. While the bath was filling up, I put some coffee on. Then I stripped down and stepped in front of the mirror to examine myself, and just as I thought, I was bruised in several places where I could clearly see the imprints of his hands on my body. Strangely enough, that turned me on. I knew then I was in deeper trouble than I’d first thought.

  I wasn’t going to lose sleep over it now. I took a shower before my tub because I had to shampoo my hair and get rid of the old makeup. It was a good thing, too, because even my mouth had suffered a bit of bruising. After brushing my teeth, I gargled some mouthwash, and it stung my lips and tongue, which had never happened before. I must have done some unmentionable things with my tongue. I remembered sucking on a lollipop; it must not have been a lollipop, as I’d thought. This was hilarious. I knew I’d liked the flavor of the pop; it was all Dean. A gush of dampness wet my thighs. I had to squeeze my thighs together to stop myself from reaching between my legs. I sincerely hoped I could sit at my desk knowing he was in the building without wanting him. This is insane.

  I didn’t linger in the bath, as I would normally have done, as there was no time. I drank my coffee and consumed two proteins instead of my usual one—I was famished. I was still hungry after inhaling two. I didn’t have the time to blow dry my hair; it would dry wild looking with a profusion of curls all over my head.

  That was not how I envisioned myself going to work, but it was either that or I walked in late. And that was not acceptable to me. I gave my teeth a quick brush, applied some liquid foundation, a quick brush of mascara, a hint of eye shadow, and a little gloss on my lips. I had
selected a pale blue dress to wear and paired it off with a pair of black pumps. After a final look in the mirror, I grabbed my bag and was out the door. I glanced at my watch as I pulled out of the garage and saw that I had exactly twenty minutes to spare, if I were to make it to my desk before nine a.m.

  I walked into my office not knowing what to expect. I was pleasantly surprised to be greeted by a dozen red roses on my desk. There was a card, but only I and the person who’d sent the flowers would know. It was addressed to “My flaming tree”. I stood there in silence. I didn’t know what to make of this gesture. I could read so many things into this, and having spent time with Dean, I was going to take it in the spirit I believed it was given. I don’t want to infer that red roses mean true love. This would be too much to hope for.

  I know he has feelings for me despite his fighting it. I don’t know how I truly feel about him, but I do know whatever I feel is stronger than anything I’ve ever felt for any other man before. I’m going to take it one day at a time and take my lead from Dean.

  I was searching around for a vase to put the flowers in when there was a knock at my door, and on my “Come in”, Dean walked in, carrying a glass vase.

  “I knew you’d be hunting around for one, so I thought I should save you the trouble.”

  “Thanks for the beautiful flowers. They make my office smell wonderful.”

  “You’re welcome. Are you certain it’s the flowers you smell?”

  “I’m sure it is. I hope I don’t get heady from the smell.”

  “You, get heady from the smell? I’ve been nothing but heady since I left you earlier. I’d be well pleased if I’m able to make you experience even the slightest degree of headiness.”

  I gave him one of his raised-brow looks, and that effectively shut him up. I busied myself arranging the flowers in the vase and setting it on my desk where I had a few personal items.

  “I’d invite you to have lunch with me, but I promised my mom, and I want to check up on her.”

  “You never got through telling me. Is your mom unwell?”

  “She’s not unwell in the true sense of the word, but she is going through some changes. For some reason she has these bouts of dizziness that bring on panic attacks every time she gets behind the wheel of her car. I’ve tried to take her on most of her errands, but it’s not easy for me to be there every time she needs me. I did the next best thing and hired a companion for her.”

  “You did? That must have been difficult for her.”

  “She wasn’t pleased with it at all. My mom was used to my being there every time she needed me. Which I still am, but as the business has grown so much, I find myself being stretched thin. I want her to move closer to me, if not in with me, but she’s not having it. Nevertheless, my priority will always be Mom. I just have to juggle the business into the equation, too.”

  “You are a good man, Dean. Go have lunch with your mom. I’ll see you when you are free.”

  “It’s an hour and a half away, on a good driving day. If I hit traffic, I’m looking at a couple hours. I’ll call you if I’m able to get back earlier than I expect.”

  “How are you going to call me? Do you have my number?”

  “No, but I was hoping you would give it to me.”

  “You are too much,” I said and wrote my number down on my business card and handed it to him. He took the card from me and immediately programed the number of my cell into his. Is he going to give me his? I waited and didn’t say anything, but when he was done, he took a pen off my desk and wrote his number on it before pushing it on the desk toward me.

  I was so pleased that a lump had formed in my throat. I had to clear it twice before my voice came out normal. “Thank you, kind sir.”

  “Don’t ‘kind sir’ me,” he said. “You are a siren who has cast a spell on me. I’ll talk with you later.”

  He walked to the door, and I just stood there holding my breath, waiting for the door to open and close after him; but he surprised me by walking back toward me and planting a quick kiss on my mouth.

  “What was that for?” I asked.

  “That’s to hold me over until I see you again.” And this time he walked out without looking back.

  That was one of the things that drew me to Dean; he was so unpredictable. I never knew what to expect from him. So far, every time I’d been in his company, he had managed to surprise me. I knew one thing for sure. Life around Dean would never be boring. I don’t know how I’ll handle it, but I’ll try.

  10

  ~Dean~

  I left Robyn’s office feeling a little sad. I wanted to stay and talk with her a bit more, but I’d promised my mom. And, other than not giving her the grandbabies she so desperately wanted, I’d never disappointed my mom, and I didn’t intend to start now. But I’d be hurrying back to see Robyn. I loved being in her company, not only for the great sex I had with her, which incidentally I wanted to do again, but just talking with her was stimulating. She gives as good as she gets; she is not intimated by my controlling behavior.

  When I’d dropped her off earlier, I’d felt her absence the minute she’d left the vehicle, which was the exact opposite of the way I normally felt about any woman I’d had sex with. I couldn’t wait to get rid of them—to wash their scent off my body. But with Robyn, I loved her smell, and had I not been going to visit Mom, I would have gone to work with her scent all over me. She smelled of jasmine and roses or something similar. It was very subtle, but there was definitely a scent of roses coming from her body.

  I’d ordered a file on her, which I intended to go through sometime that day. I’d promised myself I wouldn’t sleep with any woman before I’d fully investigated her background. I’d deviated from that with Robyn. I’d wanted her too much to wait, but I didn’t want to be sorry, and my motto was “better late than never”. I hoped I didn’t find out anything negative about her. I didn’t think I’d be able to handle it.

  I arrived at my mom’s house with time to spare. I knew she would be pleased. I loved my mother, and when we got together, we had a lot of fun. I felt I’d neglected her the past few years in my pursuit of the almighty dollar. I’d slowed a bit to incorporate her into my life like it used to be. We now had a standing arrangement, where I took her out to lunch or I allowed her to prepare me what she referred to as a nice home-cooked meal. My mom was an excellent cook, but I didn’t want her slaving away in the kitchen every time I came to visit, so we had settled on alternating lunch outings. She was a control freak like me. I was, after all, my mother’s son, although she would not admit it.

  “Hi, Mom,” I greeted her, letting myself into the house.

  “Dean, is that you? You’re early.”

  “Of course it’s me, Mom. Who did you think it was, Mom, your mysterious visitor?”

  “Enough with your cheekiness, Dean. Come give your mother a kiss.”

  “Yes, Mom. I saved all my kisses for you,” I told her, hugging and kissing her.

  “Yes. What happened to all the nice girls out there? Haven’t you found one yet to share those kisses with?”

  “No, Mom. I’ll let you know the minute it happens.” I thought of Robyn as those words came out of my mouth, but I quickly dismissed the thought.

  Just then, Annie, my mother’s companion, entered the room. She was a sight for sore eyes. She was close to my mother’s age and had a knack for challenging every stubborn word my mother spoke—of which there were many—while still managing to get along with her beautifully.

  “It’s good you are here, Dean. Your mom had been speaking of nothing but her lunch date with you.”

  I walked with her out of my mother’s earshot. “How has she been, Annie?”

  “She’s been fine. I’m trying to get her to relax while we drive by keeping up a constant flow of conversation. This seems to distract her so she isn’t a wreck by the time we arrive where we are going.”

  “Great. I hope she gets over this episode. I’m trying to get her to agree to som
e counseling. So far, she has flat-out refused.”

  “You mother doesn’t believe in counseling. She has told me often enough. She calls it poppycock.”

  “That’s my mom. I hope you’ll join us for lunch, Annie.”

  “No. I’ll remain here. I have a few chores to do, and I believe your mother was looking forward to that time alone with you. She spoke of nothing else.”

  “Are you sure?”

  “I’m positive. I’ll use the time to arrange for us to take an art class. It’s being given at the local community college. I believe it will be good to take her mind off whatever is causing her to have those attacks. It’s also a great social activity. Who’s to know, she may meet people to take her mind off herself.”

  “You are a godsend, Annie. I hope she’s not giving you too difficult a time.”

  “Nothing I can’t handle.”

  I heard my mother’s steps coming down the hallway before I heard her voice. “Annie, will you please not monopolize my son’s time?”

  “Mom, that wasn’t very nice. Annie wasn’t monopolizing my time. I needed to talk with her. Are you ready to go?”

  “I’ve been ready. Let me get my purse.”

  “I’ll be outside in the car.” I had to be careful and not treat her like an invalid. She hated it. So I had to walk a fine line, giving help yet pretending not to do so. My mother would rebel if she thought I saw her as an invalid. I tried my best not to give her that impression.