His Five Favorite Lines

by Gordon, Gina

  Caleb Warren was a man of great strength and determination. He seemed to achieve the impossible almost every day and Jordan could only assume that there was more to the man than met the eye. But Jordan hoped his theories were wrong. It would be a very bad thing if his boss did in fact have superhero powers and could see through the door.

  Caleb eyed his disheveled state.

  “What happened to you, Murphy?” He wasn’t angry. He sounded concerned.

  Jordan was glad he already proved himself at his company; otherwise an incident like this would have destroyed him.

  “I spilled coffee all over my shirt. I had it off to dry, so that’s why I had the door locked.” Good excuse. That would actually explain why it was open at the waistband. “I wanted to finish up for our meeting so I figured I could go down to the concourse later and buy a new one.”

  Jordan lowered his eyes to his nose, a quick check to make sure it wasn’t growing.

  “I would have waited for you, Murphy.”

  Jordan nodded. “Come in, sir. Just give me one minute.”

  The stocky man waltzed into his office. His gray hair was cut short, thinning along the sides. He wore a navy-blue shirt, crisp and clean.

  Jordan headed back to his desk, buttoning up his shirt—what was left of the buttons—and tensed as he approached his desk. He side-stepped around the papers and folders that had made their way to the floor during his loss of control, while his boss took a seat in the black chrome chair that sat in front of his desk.

  “Who’s the coffee for?” Caleb questioned.

  “Uh, you.” Jordan felt a hand slap at his leg. “I hope you like lattes.” Becca was just going to have to get over the fact that he gave away her coffee.

  “Caffeine is caffeine.” Caleb picked the lone cup out of the tray. “Too bad you spilled yours.” He took a long sip, then winced. “Hot!”

  “They’re extra hot.”

  “Warn me next time.” His boss sucked air quickly into his mouth, no doubt trying to ease the burn.

  This was a nightmare. How the hell was Jordan supposed to talk business with a near-naked woman under his desk? How was he supposed to talk business while the same woman slid her hand up his pant leg? He tried to shake her off but making sudden movements would only draw more attention to an already horrific situation.

  “All right, Murphy. Where do we stand with the Haney contract?”

  “Signed, sealed, and delivered.”

  Jordan reached to the edge of his desk where his folders had been whipped in a heated moment. Luckily, the folder he needed wasn’t one of the ones that ended up on the floor. They both looked down at the mess but neither acknowledged.

  “Good news.”

  “They want to break ground the first of September. We will supply them with...” Jordan wanted to continue, but Becca’s hand crept up his leg toward the inside of his thigh, and he jerked when she grazed his package.

  “Are you sure you’re okay, Murphy?”

  “Fine. Sure. Just rattled about the coffee spill.” And the fact that a sexy woman was fondling him while he tried to be as normal as possible.

  They continued to banter back and forth. Within minutes his shoulders were tight up against his neck, and somehow Becca had managed to free his cock from his pants.

  Jordan grabbed at Becca’s hands, trying to stop her from continuing, but she was too quick. Instead of grabbing her hands, he grasped at both sides of her head. Her mouth had already engulfed his length.

  Heat rose from his cock, up his body, and settled on his cheeks, sweat beading along his hairline. Her mouth. The mouth that he fantasized about for two weeks worked magic along his shaft. After only a small glimpse of what she could do in the elevator, he wanted more, much more.

  His boss eyed him curiously.

  “You’re face is as red as a tomato.”

  “It’s just from the heat of the coffee, that’s all.” Jordan’s voice squeaked as Becca’s tongue swirled around the top of his cock. Then she sucked him down to the base.

  “So what about financing?” His boss continued their meeting, seemingly unaware of the dirty action going on underneath his desk. “Have they been approved for the loan?”

  “Yes!” Jordan’s voice fluctuated a few octaves. He grasped his knees and spread his legs, scooting his chair closer so Becca could scoot in between them.

  Mother Mary help him. He was going straight to hell.

  “I got confirmation from the bank yesterday.” Jordan said. His words were easier to get out now that Becca had released his cock from her mouth. The heat of her body slunk away farther under the desk. He relaxed a little, hoping that she would give him some time to recover, but that was not her intention.

  Picking up his hand that rested on his knee, she placed it on her bottom. She had turned herself around under the desk. He couldn’t stop his hand from caressing her smooth skin while his boss continued to talk.

  Jordan slipped his hand between her legs. He couldn’t resist, and the heat radiating from her pussy practically burned his skin. There was no mistaking her excitement as his fingers grazed over the moist lace of her thong.

  “I need you to get those contracts over to the legal so we can get a move on,” his boss demanded. It was a miracle Jordan could even understand the words that were being thrown at him. Becca wiggled her core against his hand, rocking her body so that his fingers grazed over her clit, hard and distended against his fingertip.

  “I don’t want anything interrupting this deal, Murphy.”

  Jordan nodded. He had always prided himself on being a multitasker.

  There was no reason he couldn’t take instruction while getting off his guest. He slipped a finger under the lace of her thong—warm, wet cream greeted his skin.

  Anticipation built is his stomach, and he couldn’t wait to dive between her legs.

  “I want a prospect report for 2012 on my desk for next week,” his bossed asked.

  “Can you handle that?”

  Jordan’s head swirled in too many directions. Becca was now pulsing her bottom back and forth, making it so his finger found her warm hole and slipped in with ease. He had to hold in his groan as she sucked in his finger, the warm walls of her canal sizzling with heat. He could only imagine the agony that Becca must be feeling and not being able to make a sound. But it made it all the more exciting.

  All the more forbidden. His actions were no doubt grounds for unemployment, but at this moment he didn’t care.

  Becca released his finger from her warmth, then changed position under the desk as his boss rambled on. This time, she didn’t hold back. She launched a full-on assault on his cock, and Jordan was ready to surrender. The question was— how was he going to get rid of his boss?

  “Sir, on second thought, I’m not feeling so great.” On the contrary he felt more than great.

  “You are a little flushed. Maybe you’re getting the flu.”

  “Do you mind if we do this next week?” Jordan’s words came out in a groan. He held on to his knee with one hand and squeezed, trying to keep his body in check. His other hand stayed visible on the desk, playing with his pen.

  “Not at all.” Caleb stood up and grabbed his coffee from the desk. “This is really good, by the way.” He held up the cup that held Becca’s favorite drink.

  Jordan noticed Caleb’s eyes focus on something on the ground in front of him.

  Trench coat.

  “Relax.” Caleb held out his hand, gesturing for him to remain in his seat.

  “I’ll show myself out.”

  Before Caleb closed the door behind him, he poked his head back in. “Make sure you lock this door. Wouldn’t want anyone else to walk in on something indecent...like a shirtless employee.” With a wink and a smirk, he left the office.

  Tension released from Jordan’s shoulders, and he relaxed back in his chair. Only the tension didn’t go far—it settled his groin.

  Becca pushed his chair back so she could climb out from
under the desk.

  When she was comfortable with her position—on her knees between his legs, one hand stroking his cock, the other rubbing between her legs—she got right back down to business.

  “Becca?” he panted. “The door isn’t locked.”

  She looked up at him with sparkling eyes; her lips were rosy and plump around his shaft. “You’re the one who wanted a little under-the-desk action,” she said in between licks.

  “Christ. I didn’t think we were going to have an audience. I thought we covered that last time.”

  Her tongue flicked and swirled in a rhythm he couldn’t predict. “Are you going to give me what I want?” She pumped her hand up and down his shaft.

  Her mouth worked in the same rhythm, making it difficult for Jordan to form words.

  Her skills were stupendous. Her hand and tongue worked in unison; her lips and teeth gave soft caresses and gentle scrapes. He saw her slip her hand down the front of her thong. She moaned against his shaft when she found the spot she was looking for.

  Jordan might not have been able to form a coherent sentence, but he had no problem pumping his hips. “You’re better at that than I remember.”

  “I’ve been practicing.”

  When Becca’s comment finally registered, he tensed and stared down at her. The smile along her lips was apparent even with his cock down her throat.

  “With my imagination,” she whispered. Her breath was hot and tickled along his moist skin. “I haven’t been able to stop thinking about doing this.”

  “Who am I to stop a girl from living out a fantasy?”

  With a wink and twinkle in her eye, she swallowed him to the base.

  The excitement of the encounter already had him amped up, so it didn’t take long for him to release, shooting hard jets of cum into her mouth. She swallowed around his length, which only made him jerk even more.

  Becca licked her lips in satisfaction.

  “Just like I imagined.” She crawled up his body and whispered in his ear, “The perfect combination of sweet and salty.”

  Jordan lay like dead weight in his chair but a surge of energy sparked in his body. He grabbed at her arms and pulled her up, capturing her lips and kissing her with too much need, too much want and affection. Their lips mingled. Their tongues danced. When she moaned into his mouth, he was hard and ready for another round.

  “I think we should lock that door.”

  Becca looked over. “If I have my way, there are going to be some very indecent things going on in this office.”

  “I want you naked.” He had only dreamed of her body for the last two weeks. Truthfully, he had been dreaming of her naked body for months now, but it had only been within the last two weeks that he had a real image to go by.

  Becca wiggled out of his embrace and glided along the coarse carpet. Her stockings covered the lean muscles of her thighs. The heel of her boots accentuated the length of her legs, and her bottom, taut and creamy, shimmied from side to side. It begged to be bitten.

  He heard the click of the lock; then she turned around and rested her body against the door.

  She was beautiful even before their first encounter, but seeing her body on display took that beauty to a whole different level. She had a thick scar that lay across the top of her thigh, and the elastic of the garter cut into her skin, leaving her hips and stomach to curve out over the top. She was absolutely perfect.

  Not to mention her confidence and courage made her beauty all the more intriguing.

  With a grin on her face, she reached behind and unclasped her bra. The fabric loosened and the swell of her breasts fell, but only a tiny bit. When she pulled it away from her body, pert creamy breasts with rosy nipples stared back at him. The only thing left between him and paradise was a tiny black scrap of fabric strategically placed to cover the most delicate part of her body.

  She stepped forward and he did the same, meeting her halfway across the room. She hooked a finger under the satin of the garter and undid the connection.

  “What are you doing?” Jordan spat.

  “You want me naked, remember?”

  “I do. But let me worry about that.”

  The door was locked. He had no other meetings planned. Their time together should go on uninterrupted.

  Jordan stepped forward and pulled her against his body. One hand grasped a breast while his other rested firmly on her bottom.

  “Let me take care of you.” He guided her toward the couch that sat along the far wall. He sat her down gently and situated her back on the soft cushion, spreading her legs wide enough for him to snuggle between.

  He began to remove the rest of her clothing. He unhooked the straps of her garter, then released the zipper of her boot, first one, then the other. Both times he reached the bottom of the zipper, she trembled as if he was stripping away another layer that brought them to a deeper state of intimacy.

  Jordan placed the boots beside him on the floor, then rolled down one stocking at a time, kissing his way up and down her legs. He gripped the band of the garter and thong, and she lifted her pelvis.

  Pulling away the black fabric, he saw that it glistened with her cream.

  He took in her perfection. Creamy white skin covered her womanly frame, and a thin strip of dark hair covered her mound, clean and trim. Her hands rubbed along the side of her breasts, enticing him, drawing him to her body.

  “You’re beautiful.” He didn’t care if he was being corny or sappy. It was a fact, not a line. He had given her enough of those over the last five days. She deserved to know how he really felt. He leaned into her and rested his stomach on the edge of the couch, curling a strand of her hair around her ear. He held her stare, hoping that with one look she would know that his intentions were true. He may have resorted to using pickup lines in order to pursue her, but his actions didn’t match his end game. He wanted more.

  Pulling her body toward the edge of the couch, he trailed openmouthed kisses down her neck until he reached her breasts. Wasting no time, he captured one nipple and sucked it hard into his mouth.

  Becca arched into him and moaned. He lapped his tongue across the stiff peak, then moved to the other, paying just as much attention to its twin.

  Kissing his way down her abdomen, Jordan felt her muscles quiver beneath his lips. The soft strands covering her mound tickled his chin as he tongued down to her slit.

  He took his time, kissing the insides of her thighs, across her pelvis, finally penetrating between her folds. His tongue probed up and down her lips, tasting her cream, teasing her clit. His palms found her thighs and pushed back, spreading her wider. Becca entwined her fingers in his hair and pushed him deeper into her folds, deepening his kisses.

  Thoughts of the last time he spent between her legs flooded his memory, but this moment blew that memory out of the water. She tensed under his touch and that only made him suck harder. He brought his fingers into the game, tickling her opening, coating the tip of his finger with her juices. He kissed along her thighs and used his finger to circle her hard nub.

  “Jordan.”

  She pushed at his head, letting him know she preferred his mouth on her pussy. He obliged but kept his finger close, slipping it inside her opening. He kept up a good rhythm and she began to gyrate against his mouth. She gripped the edge of the couch tightly, moaning long and low.

  As he increased the speed of his tongue, her noises became a little too loud for the atmosphere. He slipped his cream-covered finger into her mouth to keep her from crying out. Her legs tightened and clamped around his head. Her tongue swirled around his finger as she sucked, exchanging screams for long pulls of her mouth around his finger. She came with a shudder.

  Jordan continued to tease her core and he heard her giggle. She clamped her hands around his head and pulled him up, smashing her mouth down onto his. He loved her lips, so soft and warm against his. He loved the way she nibbled at the side of lips, her tongue teasing the crease.

  His cock bobbed again
st him, aching to feel her warmth. Jordan gently pulled Becca away and laid her back against the cushion. He turned, meaning to grab his wallet from his pants when he heard her gasp.

  “Look what I did.”

  Jordan followed her eyes to the cushion underneath her. There, staining the black fabric, was her cream. A juicy reminder of the pleasure that he could wring from her body.

  “I’m sorry. I didn’t...”

  He cupped her chin and leaned down for a kiss. “Sorry? Do you know how hot it is that I can make you come so hard?”

  She let her head fall back as he kissed her neck.

  “People will know what we did in here,” she whispered.

  “People will know that I am great in the sack.” He caught her shy stare. “I’m very okay with that.”

  She reached her hand out to touch his cheek. He hoped it wasn’t his cheesy lines that got her to his office, or even the dirty ones. He needed to know that it wasn’t just for another quick score. He had every intention of taking this, whatever it was between them, out of the office and into the real world.

  “Why did you finally show up?”

  “I told you. You’re a master of persuasion.” She grinned.

  Jordan cocked his head to one side, not believing for one minute that she was giving him the truth. “Now you’re giving me a line.”

  “You’re the one with the all the lines.” She lowered her gaze. “Why do you think I’m here?”

  “I’m not sure. I didn’t even use my line on you today.” He had been too distracted by her beauty, and then he was interrupted by some guy who was way too familiar with his woman.

  “You didn’t? Today’s line was my favorite.” He gave her a confused look and she smirked. “Wow.”

  “That wasn’t...I...”

  She rested her palm against his cheek. “I figured if the mere sight of me could render you almost speechless, then you really were serious about being with me.”

  “I do want to be with you.” If only he’d known it would be that easy. But the journey and time he spent to get her here made it all the more sweet. “You have no idea how much.” He swooped down and captured her lips.