Bernice reached across the table and took hold of my hands. “Paige, don’t. Don’t do this to yourself. It’s not good. Why don’t you try living a little. It could be fun. I know you haven’t had fun in awhile. That much I know because you’re always here.”
I was listening. This was what I needed to hear.
“I need time.”
“Okay, so you’re going to allow the gorgeous man to get away from you?” She giggled.
“He’s really arrogant and cocky, and definitely not my type.”
Bernice only laughed. “Okay let’s see how this one plays out.”
“Can I work down here today?”
“Sure. But, I think he knows the way to the mail room.”
“He won’t look down here for me.” I didn’t think he would even look for me. Men like him just moved on to the next catch.
Just in case though I thought it was best to be somewhere I could work in peace without having him loom into my office, or go there to find him waiting for me.
I was wrong.
He found me. I was busy looking through my emails when I saw him descend from the top of the stairs and lock eyes on me.
Bernice had gone out to get some snacks we could munch on for the day. Frank and the other two assistants had gone to do their rounds upstairs for the internal mail. That left me by myself.
Jason smiled when he saw me. “The mail room is the next best place to find you.” He said when he got to the bottom of the stairs.
“Can I help you with something?”
“Yes, you most definitely can.” He walked up to me and stopped a few inches away. That smile that captivated me filled his face and made his eyes sparkle.
He lowered and crouched next to me then took hold of my hand and kissed it.
“We clicked last night.” As always he was getting straight to the point.
“Maybe.”
“I like you.” His eyes held mine as he said that.
“I can’t do anything with you, and not here.” His presence, and closeness was making me lose my sense of control. And, him holding my hand didn’t help.
“Doesn’t have to be here baby.” Seduction that called to me flickered in the depth of his eyes, and when he tugged on my hand and pulled me up I went willingly.
My emotions felt awakened again, and even when my brain screamed to me to think about what I was doing I couldn’t listen.
He led me to the storage room and closed the door and in that moment the part of me that craved what he gave me last night overshadowed my fears.
I moved to him when he covered my lips hungrily, kissing me exactly like how he did last night but with more desire.
I ran my hands up the solid wall of muscle beneath his suit jacket, and got lost in the firm muscles I felt there.
Wow, he actually did feel like a wall.
It wasn’t long before I felt completely absorbed in the kiss and I wanted more. So much more. The more he offered last night.
He lifted me up and placed me on a nearby table. I felt boxes stacked up behind me, but that was all I was aware of. The kisses consume me and as he moved away from my lips and down my neck my whole body felt hot with the fire of passion.
I managed to smooth my hands over his shoulders again and through the thickness of his hair as he went across my chest and down to my breasts. His hands moved up my other side and I moaned out loud when he squeezed my left breasts.
God, I couldn’t believe what we were doing, and here at work in the mail room.
“You like that.” He paused from kissing me and looked at my face. I felt my skin turn completely red and another moment reality resurfaced. It screamed ‘we can’t do this.’
However, before I could get my body to move the simple touch he gave me paralyzed me.
Instead of jumping off the table and running like hell – like I should have because clearly I’d gone mad – I watched him pull my camisole top down revealing the soft blue color of my bra.
“Lace. Nice. Let’s see what else you’ll like.” He focused his gaze on my breasts as he spoke and with one snap undid my bra causing the heft of my breasts to spill out. “Fuck.” He sighed.
It didn’t even register to me that I was now a skirt away from being completely naked in front of a man I only met days ago, and he was my boss.
He lowered straight to my right breast and drew my nipple into his mouth.
Pure pleasure surged through me. That was the best way that I could describe it.
Pure. Undiluted. Raw.
I couldn’t restrain the moans that escaped my lips. No, there was no point even trying to do it.
I actually don’t want to. The moans were like a release of what I’d built up with in me. What I’d repressed.
I thought I’d die when he moved to the other breast and started sucking too. I rested my arms behind me so that I could arch my back into each suck.
Then I heard something.
My name was being called from far, far away.
Jason stopped and looked up, towards the door.
“Shit.” He cursed.
“Paige, are you in here? You have to try these Belgian buns.” Bernice called out.
God. I could hear her now. She wasn’t far away at all.
The panic of what Jason and I just did returned to me and I quickly started fixing my top. But, my hands were shaking so much I couldn’t quite grasp the clasp of my bra. Jason saw and stopped me covering my hands with his.
“I have to go.” I protested unable to hide the strain in my voice.
“No, wait. Just calm for two seconds.” He breathed.
I was surprised to see him reach for my bra and bring the two sides of my clasp together, snapping it back for me.
There was something admirable to note in his effort, just like a few other things I’d noticed he’d done and said over the last few days.
Jason presented this arrogant alpha male character who was so blasé, but I noticed there was another side to him that was the opposite of that. You’d only see it if you got to know him.
“She could come in, I should go.”
“I locked the door.” A smile inched across his handsome face.
His gaze held mine and I felt lost in the depth of the blue hues that filled his eyes.
“Come with me.” His voice broke through the tension I felt.
“Where?”
“Home. My place.” The look in his eyes is almost desperate.
It was how I felt too. Desperate.
“I can’t. I have emails to write.” That was such a lame excuse. Just as bad as saying something like I was washing my hair.
He laughed and I found myself smiling inside.
“What if I give you permission to be off?”
“I…can’t.”
“Can I use that I’m your boss line I tried the other day? Or does that land me in wait for a sexual harassment suit. I will gladly be sued if you come home with me. Seriously that is an option, I’ll even sign a contract.”
I didn’t know where the laugh came from but I found myself laughing and it felt like he’d yet again freed something that was stored away inside me. I recognized the lightheartedness that worked its way through me. It was fragments of my old self, the old Paige. She was resurfacing.
“You’re laughing.” He noted and reached up to touch my face. His touch felt more personal and I actually felt calmed by it. “You’re even more beautiful when you laugh. I want to see you laugh more, with me. Come home with me Paige.”
Oh, how I would have loved to say yes. I really would have loved to say yes.
But I couldn’t.
“I can’t.”
“Why?” his voice was soft as he spoke.
“I’m not ready…I mean I need time.”
Understanding filled his eyes. “I don’t know what you’ve done to me Paige.”
“I’m sure no more than any other woman.” I offered because there’s no way I’m going to believe that there was
anything special about me to him. Look at him. He really is gorgeous, and I was certain he’d indulged on his fair share of women.
“I’ll beg to differ Miss Paige. You’ll definitely be the one to drive me crazy. But I’ll give you time. I’m away for two weeks on business.”
“Two weeks?” Suddenly that sounded like a very long time.
“Two weeks. I’ll be back for the fundraiser.” He smiled. “Maybe you’ll be ready then.”
A part of me is ready now. It was and I didn’t want to wait for two weeks to be with him. I almost change my mind and give into the carnal desire that threatens to push through but I hold back.
Paul.
I’m thinking of him, and I’m not ready yet to be with another man because I haven’t let Paul go. I still think of myself as being his, and I can’t be with anyone as long as I’m thinking that way.
It wouldn’t be fair.
“Maybe.” I decided to say because I do want him. Gee this will certainly be a tale to tell.
“Can I kiss you?”
I’m touched that he asks because given that minutes ago he was sucking my breasts he doesn’t need to ask for a simple kiss.
“Yes.”
I felt a little flutter as I saw a slow easy smile filled his face.
When he pressed his lips to mine I savored the kiss because I knew it will be two weeks before we do this again.
The fact that I was thinking that meant I was changing, and just maybe I’ll be more ready when he comes back.
Maybe.
9
Jason
My plan had backfired on me.
Backfired in a massive way that I couldn’t quite describe.
I laughed at myself now when I think back to how I thought I could trap Paige in her
own eagerness to challenge me.
I used tactics to get a kiss but I didn’t realize that a kiss would open the door to a this
crazy mingle of emotion I felt.
That first kiss consumed me. It took me and possessed me.
Me, the guy who’d been happy with his bachelor lifestyle with any woman I wanted
on my arm.
That damn kiss opened my eyes and made me see that I didn’t just want any woman on my arm. I wanted the one I had to work for, and wait for.
No one would believe that we’d known each other for such little time. But I didn’t think about length of time for things like that. I went with emotion.
I went with how I felt.
I wanted to take her home and devour her forever. I don’t think I could remember ever meeting someone I felt that way about.
The next few days were agonizing.
My dad asked me to go on a business trip with him to Florida to look at real estate. When he first asked I was up for going and spending time with him, but after my last encounter with Paige I regretted agreeing to go.
I kept telling myself that it was fine since Paige said she needed time, and if I was back at the office and did manage to coerce her to going home with me I would have felt bad for forcing her.
Something had happened to her. It must have for her to say she wasn’t ready. I knew I could easily find out what it was from the touch of a button but I didn’t dig into people’s personal lives.
When I researched a person I worked with, it was purely for work purposes. I looked at what they’d done in the past and that helped me to plan the way I worked with them.
Getting personal by looking past what was in employee files felt completely wrong. It was however, the first time I’d ever been tempted to do it.
I didn’t give in though.
For the time that I was in Florida I distracted myself with the memory of my hands all over Paige’s breast, and the soft flesh in my mouth. I recalled her soft moans of pleasure, and need.
By the time I got back to San Francisco I could barely control myself. The two weeks couldn’t have came quick enough.
The fundraiser was being held in the function room on the fifth floor of Portrait.
When I walked in I went in looking for her and might have seemed rude to those who tried to engage in conversation with me.
Right now I didn’t care.
People danced in the center of the floor to the soft jazz music while others milled about their tables, talking and laughing with their friends and colleges.
The staff engagement team had done a wonderful job of decorating the room, and I heard we raised a million dollars for the Childrens society. I’d made a mental note to add an extra million to what we made.
I scanned the room looking for Paige. My heart sunk when I found Bernice but there was no sign of Paige.
I thought to go and ask Bernice if Paige was coming but then I saw her.
Paige emerged from the door at the other side of the room looking like an angel in a sleek deep blue cocktail dress that hugged her frame. Her shoulders are bare and that gorgeous hair I loved cascades down to her elbows in luscious waves.
She looked nervously around the room and I saw something spark in her expression when she sees me.
That nervousness is still there but the smile she gives me makes everyone and everything going on in her head fade into the background.
My cock stirred at the memory of the last time we were together and I hope like hell that she’s ready because I don’t know if I can restrain myself tonight.
I moved to her, desire propelling me forward, straight to the object of my newly found affection and she moves to me too.
When we get to each other we stop just before we make contact. What do we do normally?
We don’t. We don’t have a normal routine because we’ve barely been together. But, I want a normal with her.
I want her to be mine, and I want her to be ready for me.
I didn’t care that we’re in a room full of people that I’m boss over. I didn’t care that people are watching.
I lean down and kiss her. It’s brief but effective, and yes there were some people who saw me do that.
That’s all they’ll get though because I took hold of her hand and led her away.
I can’t go home, not yet. The two weeks spent apart has driven me crazy indeed and my damn cock will embarrass me if I walk around with it bulging against my pants.
When I take her into the elevator we start to kiss, feeding each other with hungry kisses all the way down to the basement where the mail room is.
“Aren’t you taking me home?” She asked as the doors moved open.
“Not yet baby. I can’t wait that long.”
She doesn’t protest. Paige just comes willingly as I pull her to that little storage room
at the back of the mail room we were in last time.
It seems that she’s had time to think about this, and that she’s thought about me just as much as I had about her.
Good.
We’re on the same page, we want the same thing. We want each other.
I reclaimed her lips the minute we get inside and caress her breasts. She likes that a lot I realize so I think I’ll warm her up that way and make her feel more at ease.
I pulled back a little and spin her around so that I can pull the little zipper down the back of her dress.
I got excited when I saw that it was one of those dresses that has cups in the bodice so she wasn’t wearing a bra.
When I turned her back to face me my eyes zoned in on her delicious breasts already puckered and ready to be sucked.
The thong she’s wearing adds to the glorious vision of her beauty showing me the firm cheeks of her ass.
She giggled when I picked her up and placed her on that table, putting her right back where I left her two weeks ago.
I lowered to her juicy breasts taking the little nipple in my mouth and sucking on her. Those moans that filled my dreams asleep and awake released from her lips and it was all I could do not to finish right there and then.
“Jason, its too much.” She cried.
“Come for me baby.�
�� I encouraged her by placing my hand to the centre of her panties and stroked the soft silk material. It was soaked and grew wetter the more I stroked.
I had to taste her, but I didn’t know how long it would be until I lost control of myself.
This woman is temptation, complete temptation wrapped in a package waiting for me to unwrap and claim.
I’ve already done the unwrapping now I’ll claim her, and a little taste won’t hurt. I kissed my way down to her thighs and made my way over to her delicious mound. I moved the thong aside to find the jackpot and didn’t waste time looking. I went straight in to her juicy center for a taste.
She tasted sweet like fruit, and sweeter. Like something truly desirable above all else.
I allowed myself the pleasure of pushing my tongue into her and filling my mouth with her delicious nectar before I knew I would cave.
“Are you ready for me sweet thing?” I asked.
At that question I watched her green eyes darken with pure need, and I prayed she would say she was ready.
Paige
I looked at the handsome man who stood before me, and the desire I felt for him overwhelmed me. I’d been thinking about him non stop, asleep and awake.
My dreams were filled with him and what consumed me was my want and need for him. It was so strong it pushed everything aside.
I’d never met anyone who could do that to me.
It was amazing how I’d done a full three sixty on this guy and went from being annoyed and frustrated at his criticism of my work, to wanting him more than I’d wanted anyone in my life.
The thought made my heart ache because I felt bad about Paul, and in the moment that I thought about Paul I pushed him to the back of my mind and let go.
I had to let go because if I didn’t then I couldn’t be with Jason.
“I’m ready.” I heard myself say.
The smile that lit up his face was magical and reached into my soul. I straightened up, pressed my fingers to his chest and pushed back his jacket until slid down his shoulders. Next was his shirt. I took that off too revealing his fantasy muscles and inky black tattoos scrawled over his left breast that made me go wild. Like this, with his shirt off he reminded me of an ad for Calvin Klein or Levis and I felt my mouth water the more I watched him.
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