by Karessa Mann
I cock a brow. “And you, Mr. Knight? Are you threatened by a powerful woman?”
“No, Ms. Caldwell, in fact, quite the contrary,” he says, his eyes locked on mine. His leg brushes mine softly under the table and that simple touch sends an electric jolt between my thighs. “Your sharp tongue and impeccable intellect is one of the reasons I can’t stop thinking about you.”
I uncross my legs and cross them again, caressing my smooth skin against the sleek material of his pant leg. He looks down as though he is willing his eyes to see through the white tablecloth.
“For a man who can’t stop thinking about me, you sure have exceptional resistance,” I say, so low my voice is almost a whisper. “I haven’t heard from you since the day you left me in the elevator two weeks ago.”
His gaze floats back up to me and lingers there, his eyes studying my face before he shakes his head lightly and gives a faint smile. “I told you, Anna. If you wanted anything more between us, you will have to initiate it.”
I sip my wine and look around at the diners preoccupied by their own meals and conversations. Hidden here in the corner, it’s almost as though we are alone. Almost.
Discretely, I slip my foot out of my high heel and place it onto his thigh. I wait to see if he will stop me before slithering the tip of my toe closer to his groin. His eyes widen and his lips part just as I touch the firmness of his cock.
“Is that the initiative you were looking for?” I slide my foot up his growing shaft and he moves forward in his chair, his legs falling open, his hardness pressing into the ball of my foot.
“You don’t play fair, Ms. Caldwell,” he growls. His fingers grip the side of the table as my foot slowly glides up and down his length.
“Who’s playing, Mr. Knight?” In slow circular motions, I massage his groin. He lifts his hips ever so slightly from his seat, driving his shaft hard against me. I can see how bad he wants to fuck me, to pull me onto this table and spread my legs and take me in front of the other diners. He doesn’t realize how close I am to letting him.
He releases a sharp breath just as we are interrupted by a woman walking quickly to our table.
“Mr. Knight,” she says and she sounds as breathless as I am.
He shifts in his seat and my foot drops to the ground. The woman is one of the front desk receptionists and she appears panic stricken. “Ms. Caldwell, I’m so sorry to interrupt,” she says, then looks back at Marcus, shifting her weight uncomfortably. “I’ve been trying to reach you.”
“What is it, Claire?” Marcus’ voice is hoarse and he clears his throat as he speaks. I smile because I know I am the reason for his nervousness. Maybe I do like having power over a man…
Claire looks at me once more then leans forward, speaking quietly to Marcus. I see his expression melt into agitation before her lips have finished moving. She straightens, apologizes again and asks what she should do.
“No, Claire, you did the right thing by alerting me.” Marcus stands, adjusting his coat in front of him, and instinctually I follow. He reaches out a hand, stopping just before grazing my arm. “You should stay, you’ve barely eaten your lunch. I’ll check in with you this afternoon, Ms. Caldwell.”
It’s in that moment that I remember he is my boss—and asking what is the matter would be highly inappropriate, even though my foot was just fondling his cock. I nod and thank him for lunch and then sit to finish my wine, watching as he follows Claire back to the elevator.
I spend the rest of my first day immersed in emails, meetings, and getting to know the staff. I do everything I can to keep my thoughts of Marcus Knight at bay. But my success only lasts for so long, then he comes creeping back into my mind. And now it’s late, past what should be my normal quitting time. I’ve been at the hotel for over twelve hours. I’m hungry, exhausted and overwhelmed by the amount of work that still needs to be done. I decide to head up to the restaurant for a quick dinner while I go over the information Sandra Bloom has sent about the web page design. I step into the elevator and slip out of my shoes before the doors even close. Behind closed eyes I sigh, leaning down to rub the soreness from my feet.
“I’ve been thinking about those toes all day.”
I gasp, my eyes flying open and Marcus is grinning down at me. Instantly, I stand up straight, just as a couple enters the elevator and presses the eleventh floor. Quickly, I slip my foot back into my shoe.
“Don’t,” Marcus commands. I glance at the couple, but they are too engrossed in each other to notice us behind them. When I look at Marcus, I see challenge in his eyes and gratefully accept it, not wanting to squeeze my swollen toes back in those damn tight heels. I kick my shoes to the side, instantly feeling small barefooted as Marcus towers over me.
“Working late, Ms. Caldwell?”
I tilt my head up and in a flash, all resilience is gone. What is it about this man that makes me confident, powerful and yet weak with desire all at the same time? I want him naked and I want to press his body up against the wall and climb on top of him; wrapping my legs around his waist, all the while reminding myself he’s my boss.
“I just can’t help it, Mr. Knight,” I say innocently. “When I see a job that needs doing, I don’t stop till it’s done.”
His eyes are ablaze with molten desire. Shaking his head, he takes a step closer to me. “Your determination for a job well done is one of the things I admire most about you, Ms. Caldwell.”
“I told you not to underestimate me,” I murmur.
“Not for a second,” he whispers.
I look up at the numbers on the control panel as we glide past the floors. Eight….nine…the woman in front of us giggles and leans into her male companion just as the elevator passes the tenth floor. I quiver at the anticipation of being alone with Marcus. I suck my bottom lip between my teeth, turning my attention back to the man standing so close to me I can taste the breaths he’s exhaling. His gaze drops to my mouth just as the elevator dings, welcoming us to the eleventh floor. Marcus draws in a lungful of air as the door opens and the couple stumbles their way out.
He’s my boss. And I know being intimate with him could put my job at risk, or even worse, my reputation. But when I’m near him—when he looks at me with those ravenous eyes like he’s already undressed me—I somehow convince myself to take the chance.
We are alone in the elevator, although the door hasn’t yet closed. His eyes don’t leave mine and he steps even closer, losing the space between us. His hard chest presses against my breasts and my erect nipples. He places his hands against the wall on either side of my head. It’s the same stance he took the day he brushed his lips against mine and told me if I wanted more I would have to be the one to make it happen.
“I need you to fuck me,” I command.
A slow, lustful smile lifts his perfect mouth. “Oh, that’s already been decided, Ms. Caldwell, when you fondled my cock at lunch.”
With one hand outstretched, he swipes his key and presses the button to the penthouse. The door acknowledges his request and begins to close. Time slows to an agonizing pace as I wait for the privacy of this enclosed space. The second the door shuts his hands grip the sides of my face, lifting my lips to meet his with greedy lust. A whimpering moan escapes my throat as I wrap my arms around his back, welcoming the taste of him I’ve been craving. His tongue dives into my mouth, pressing against my own in heady haste. He can’t get enough of me.
“Anna,” he whispers and it feels so good to hear him speak my real name, not the alias I used the last time we were entangled in each other.
“Marcus,” I sigh against his lips, and he smiles before thrusting his tongue back into my mouth.
His hands slips down to fondle the buttons of my blouse. The tightness of my collared shirt releases from my breasts, exposing my bra. “This is all I’ve thought about for weeks,” he says, his mouth grazing my jaw. “The taste of you on my tongue.”
“I can think of a few other things that have crossed my mind,” I rasp,
as my hand reaches forward to caress his stiff cock hidden beneath fabric, yearning to break free. He groans as his lips open and his tongue presses against the sensitive skin of my neck. Instinctively, I shiver and my palm digs into his groin, massaging the rock hard bulge.
The elevator bell dings, indicating that we have reached our destination. I know without a doubt I will be following him into his suite, ignoring the hunger pangs that were luring me to the restaurant. As the door slides open and Marcus lifts his mouth from mine, he doesn’t move. I’m still pinned between him and the wall when his hand reaches over to press the “door open” button. I stare at him questioningly, wondering why we aren’t already in his room, preferably in his bed. The look he returns matches my licentious craving, though behind the delirium in his eyes I also see accountability.
“Before you come in, you need to know something,” he says as he tucks a strand of hair that’s fallen from my chignon behind my ear. “I won’t be satisfied with only one night with you.”
I swallow hard. “I think that is a problem I will enjoy solving.”
“Good.” He smiles. “And one other thing, even more important than the first. No matter where this takes us, this will not affect your job or my tremendous respect for you.” He raises a brow to make sure I understand what he is saying. “I want you. The whole package. But it is your call if you want to come in with me. I will not pressure you in any way to take that step.”
I do my best to hide a smile. “Yes, Mr. Knight.”
He shakes his head before brushing his lips across mine. “In this room, I am not your boss. It’s you who’s in charge.” He plants a soft kiss. “I am at your mercy, Ms. Caldwell.”
I part my lips gently, accepting his kiss and latching on to his bottom lip where I suck on the plump skin. He groans in my mouth and yanks me to him, kicking my shoes out of the elevator. He walks us backwards until we’re finally in his suite.
His lips find mine again as we enter the foyer, backing into the large, round table in the middle of the room and knocking over the obscenely large vase of flowers sitting atop it. I gasp in his mouth at the ear piercing shattering of glass, to which he says, “Fuck it, I’ll add it to my tab.” A smile morphs onto his lips before they engulf mine again. I pull at his shirt, lifting it from beneath his waistband as he undoes the last of my buttons and slides my blouse from my shoulders. His mouth trails down my neck to my collar bone as his fingers tantalize the outside of my lacey black bra. My head falls back in wanting as he gently pushes the delicate fabric aside and palms my supple breasts.
“I lied before,” he says as his mouth skims down my shoulder. “I’ve fantasized about more than just your lips.” His tongue flicks against my sensitive nipple and I inhale sharply as he repeats the motion. I wrap my arms tightly around his head, running my nails along his scalp as his mouth opens to take in as much of my breast as he can. His hands snake behind my back and effortlessly unclasp my bra, slipping the straps down my arms and tossing it to the side. I’m left standing nearly naked, except for my tight pencil skirt, to which Marcus says admiringly, “You should come to work like this every day.”
I unbutton his shirt, shoving it off his shoulders and I run my hand down his solid chest. “Only if you come to work every day like this.”
He lifts a brow. “I think we could arrange something.”
His shirt hits the ground. Taking in his bare, masculine chest and the way his muscles ripple from his shoulders down his arms makes my sex clench and my body shudder in anticipation. I need him. Now. I reach for his belt, quickly unlatch the buckle and slide the leather strap from his pants.
I loop it around his waist and pull him to me, securely locking him in place. He laughs as he falls into me and I walk us back until my legs hit the couch in the middle of the suite.
“You do like to take control,” he purrs.
I drop the belt and open his fly, sliding his pants to the ground. “Oh, you have no idea, Mr. Knight.” I lift his boxer briefs over his hard bulge and slip them down, his long, thick cock completely exposed and begging to be touched. A slow hiss releases from his lips as the last of his clothing is shed. Now, it’s my turn. I slowly undo the back zipper of my skirt and seductively shimmy the fabric to my ankles, kicking it to the side. His eyes drift down my body, drinking me in like I’m all he needs to quench his thirst.
He grazes the lace of my panties, following the line from my center to the thin string at my hip that slides into my ass. He grips my firm cheek and pulls me hard against him, his mouth slamming into mine. I can so clearly remember the sensation of him inside me, the way it fills me up and stretches me farther than I could imagine it would fit. It’s as though he was inside of me just yesterday. So, when his mouth starts to wander down my breasts to my belly to below my panty line, I stop him and say, “Later.” Taking his hands from my hips, I push him down onto the couch. “I need you in me now.”
I lean forward until my breasts kiss his face and I’m straddling his thighs. Slowly, I lower myself down and grind my hips, my clothed sex pressing against the firmness of him.
“Don’t tease me,” he growls as he wraps his arms tight around my back, his mouth opening to take in a breast. He lifts my hips up just enough to slip a finger around my thong and slide the string aside. I am so wet I receive him without resistance. A deep, carnal groan leaves his lips and I sigh with pleasure when he fills me up. I swivel my hips in his lap before reaching up on my toes only to glide back over the thick of his shaft again. I reach back and rest my palms on his knees and pick up my pace, fucking him with the same vigor as when he had me pressed against the window.
He’s marveling at the pure enjoyment of me dominating him and I know its because he’s used to being the one in control. He also doesn’t know how to give it up. He takes me by the hips and lifts me so that I am on my tip toes and he pumps into me voraciously, saying my name as he thrusts in and out. I grasp hold of his shoulders to keep steady, the pounding of his cock makes me lose all other senses than what is happening directly between my thighs.
“Fuck,” he snarls. “I’m so deep.”
I lean forward, taking back the control, and push him even farther into me. A low groan slips past his lips as his mouth ravenously devours mine. His hand kneads my breast in a way that is both pleasurable and edged with a hint of pain. Just the way I like it. I drive my hips into him, my sensitive bundle of nerves rubbing against his shaft, taking me so close to the edge.
His head falls back against the cushion, his fingers digging into my hips as he rides with me. “You fuck so good,” he breathes.
I lean in to whisper at his ear. “I haven’t showed you all my tricks yet, Mr. Knight.” I slip him out of me, his lengthy wet and hard falling against the tuft of black hair. He looks up at me as I turn away from him, pushing his legs open and sliding between his thighs, slowly gliding him back into me.
“Yes,” he hisses, grabbing a fistful of my ass in each hand and guiding me as I grind against him. I lean forward grabbing hold of my ankles moving all my strength to my core, giving him a magical view of my ass bouncing up and down on him. He slaps at my firm cheeks as I fuck him, causing me to cry out for more. He starts to move with me and I know he is ready to dominate. I lean back and open my legs to slide over the top of his thighs, giving him full control to take over. I want him to fuck me as hard as he can. I want the swell of him to ravish my tight little hole. His shaft hits the secret spot that makes me nearly go mad with pleasure. My mind goes numb as I’m lost in the sensation of being so close to release.
“Yes,” he encourages. “I want to hear you come, Anna.”
My eyes close and my lips open as a slow moan turns into a wanton shriek just as he slams into me and I explode into a shuddering orgasm. Pushing my hips down onto him, he swivels himself against me. I pulsate around his length as my orgasm multiplies into mini aftershocks. He slows his rhythm as my breath calms to a pant.
“Suck me,” he pleads.
I happily oblige. I slither off of him and turn to kneel between his open, athletic, legs. His cock glistens with my nectar and throbs and I know he so close to the edge. I take him hungrily in my mouth and work his shaft with my hand as my tongue slides up and down his hard length, swiveling the tip like candy. I make a suction cup with my lips and suck hard, licking and flicking with my tongue. He swears and grabs the sides of my head, pumping his hips, driving his cock to the back of my throat. I hold him there, pressed as deep as I can take him. I want him to experience the same ecstasy he brought me. A slew of expletives shoot from his lips as he explodes inside me. Hot liquid fills my mouth and I drink him down eagerly.
Slowly, I pull up off my knees and slide back onto his lap, curling up against him. His head is back against the couch, eyes to the ceiling, as he catches his breath. His chest shimmers with perspiration as if he’d just finished a jog, when really, he hasn’t even stood up. His arms wrap around me and he tilts his head to meet my eyes. “I think there could be benefits to our relationship with us also working together, Ms. Caldwell.” He traces a finger up and down my spine. It sends shivers through me and I tremble against him. Marcus smiles and kisses my shoulder. “I see many lunch breaks together. And late meetings.”
I lift an eyebrow and smile in return. “So, now we have a relationship?”
With that one sentence, his expression grows solemn. “I meant it when I said I wouldn’t just want one night with you.” He pauses. “Is that what you want?”
I run my hand through his dark hair, watching the way my fingers get lost in his black waves. “I wouldn’t be satisfied even with many nights with you.”
His smile returns. “You know, we will have to keep it secret for a while. Just long enough so people don’t think you got the job merely because you fuck so damn good.”
“Hmm,” I say coyly. “I don’t remember putting that on my resume.”
“It’s a good thing. You may have not settled for me.”
