by Amy Brent
In less than a blink of an eye, she was completely revealed to me with all her glory. My breath was nearly stolen away at the sight of her, sitting there so resplendently, her red hair falling over her face and her skin flushing pink.
She quivered a bit, as if she was nervous, but I just gently massaged the thick flesh of her thighs and knelt between them. She had her knees clamped together tightly, so it did take a couple of moments for her to open them for me, but when she did, I gripped her hips and pulled her to the very edge of the desk.
I glanced up at her, hoping my expression conveyed exactly what I was going to do for her, and making sure she was comfortable. Although her face was now crimson, she gave me a nod and a small smile.
Perfect.
Leaning closer, I gently danced a finger around her center, enjoying the shuddered that I was already able to pull out of her. If she was so responsive already, I couldn’t wait to see what happened once I really got going.
But first, I teased her. I stroked, I caressed, I gently meandered around and over her without ever actually touching any of the petals of the perfect flower in front of me. It was only when I saw the area flushing pink with need, and the quivering of her thighs almost became vibrations that I finally slipped a single finger-pad between her damp limbs.
The little hitch in her breath was pure sin and I wanted to wrap myself up in it. Listening to her reactions, I guided myself through my exploration of her, focusing on the parts that made her moan or gasp. She was good at communicating, and the sounds that she made were the sweetest symphony that I could have ever heard.
Finally, when I had her sweating and whining for me, I dipped forward and let my tongue lap at her folds.
She practically screamed, and her hand went to my hair, gripping me for dear life. Good. I would give her a reason to need to hold on.
I buried myself within her, licking and sucking, applying pressure at all the spots that she had seemed to like so much before. I took my time, truly getting to know her, only traveling to that sensitive bundle of nerves at the top of her entrance that could really make her scream.
And scream she did. Her thighs clamped against the sides of my head and her nails bit into my scalp. But I let her ride out the pleasure as she came, treasuring every moment of it.
There were few things that made me feel manlier than having a woman come undone at my work. It was like the ultimate proof of masculinity, and made the need fighting to be free of my boxers that much more urgent.
I stood, pulling my boxers from my frame, and lined myself up with her entrance. She was still breathless from the orgasm I had given her, but I was already thinking of how I would shove her over the edge yet again.
I slid into her and a gasp fought its way out of my mouth. God, she was so hot and slick that I almost fell apart right then and there. Her walls clamped around me, velvety soft and yielding.
I stilled for a moment, allowing her to adjust and giving myself time to get a hold of myself. But after a few minutes, she rolled her hips that she was ready for me to continue, and then I drove into her mercilessly.
Perhaps I had been out of the game for far too long, but my mind couldn’t think of the words to describe how good she felt around me. Every nerve in my body was screaming its exultation while I thrusted into her, and I could tell that I wasn’t going to last as long as I would like, no matter how hard I fought to keep on.
McKenna leaned back, supporting herself on her elbows and lifting her legs to rest over my shoulders. The new position allowed me to delve deeper into her, and made her breasts bounce hypnotically with every thrust.
Why did I resist this for so long? Obviously, my body had been craving what it needed and now it seemed so foolish to have denied it what it had been seeking. All my fears of who to trust and what a terrible idea this was faded to the back of my mind as I lost myself inside of her.
My copper-toned skin against her milky white, her moans against my outright groans, the rhythm of my hips giving and hers receiving, all of it was an ancient dance that I couldn’t get enough of.
I felt the last dredges of my reserves giving out, which wouldn’t do at all. I needed to hear her cry out her climax once more, right on my desk, before I could let our tryst end.
I reached between us, pressing a couple of fingers to that sensitive bundle of nerves. That seemed to do the trick because suddenly she was clamping down on me, her nails raking along my back like trophies I could carry with me for a couple of days.
“Oh God, Rafael!” The cry she let out sent a shock to my system, and then I was pouring into her as I finally allowed myself its end.
My breath was stolen from me and my entire body tensed as I rode out the throes of my end. It was near blinding, and I had to fight not to collapse against her. I was all ready to sink down to the ground and just feel her naked flesh against me as we both cooled down, but suddenly McKenna was pushing against me with urgency.
I took a step back, hissing as I slid out of her. My body missed her warmth instantly, but before I could ask her what was going on, she grabbed her clothes and dashed out, trying to put her jumpsuit back on as she went.
“McKenna!” I called out, stepping after her. But she was already disappearing into the elevator, nearly fully dressed with her tank top and underthings in her hand. I wanted to follow her, but I realized a naked CEO chasing after an upset looking, female employee was not a good thing to do.
But for the life of me, I couldn’t figure out what happened. We had been just fine, and then as soon as we finished, it was like some spell had broken. I had made sure multiple times that she was both willing and excited to move forward so… what the hell had gone wrong?
I didn’t know, and I couldn’t exactly ask her now, so I settled for putting away her things. I didn’t want her getting in trouble, and I figured her cart in the middle of the floor would do just that.
Honestly, I had no idea where it was supposed to go, but I figured that the closet that held the polisher and some other cleaning supplies was a good guess. Once that was done, a distinct sort of melancholy set in and I got dressed, wiping the evidence of our joining off of my desk.
Everything else could wait until morning. Looking over the papers scattered across the floor and my overturned lamp, I just shut and locked the door and headed home.
I tried to play the scene back to see if I had done anything wrong, but I was distracted as my mind replayed McKenna writhing under me, enjoying every moment of what I did to her.
I supposed the ball was in her court now. At least I had the memories, no matter what happened.
And what memories they were!
Chapter Sixteen
~McKenna~
I slammed the door behind me, sinking to the floor as I did so. I couldn’t believe that I had slept with my boss’ boss’s boss’ boss! How much of an idiot could I be?
My core throbbed, brining up memories of just how good he had felt inside of me. It was one thing to have a tryst with a random man because I was suddenly horny, it was another thing entirely to sleep with the man who was responsible for my employment!
Typical McKenna. Ruining everything with my stupidity yet again. I had just settled into my life after running from an abusive man, and now I had gone and gotten myself involved with a man who had power over my entire career.
But wow, had the sex been amazing. Toe curling, heart pounding, soul reaffirming amazing. It was the kind that girls fantasized about for years and never got to experience. He had been cut like a Greek god and his rhythm game was nothing to laugh at. I hadn’t orgasmed so hard in ages and my body was still recovering from the sheer deluge of pleasure.
Ugh, no! Thinking about that was not going to get me anywhere. I needed to do some major disaster control. I hoped that getting my rocks off was worth the hell I was probably about to walk through.
Picking myself up off the floor, I took a few steps over to and then flopped onto my bed. I pulled up a search engine, almost a
fraid of what I would find, and hesitantly searched Rafael’s name.
More than a few results came up, ranging from acquisitions to editorials so I clarified my search. Practically holding my breath, I typed in “Rafael Barbos Dating Life”.
There was my jackpot!
Just as many results came up, but at least they were things that were relevant to what I wanted to know. I saw article after article. Some of them from gossip rags, some from fashion blogs, but apparently, Rafael had been linked to everyone from starlets to models to debutants. Even his divorce from Dom’ mom was a matter of public record and I almost felt bad for him.
But if there was one thing that all of the publications agreed on, it was that Rafael was a playboy. Not the toxic kind of one who used and abused women and left them desperate, but the unencumbered lover who drifted from good time to good time and left only fond -and slightly erstwhile- memories in his wake.
I heaved a sigh of relief and dropped my phone. Although it was impossible to say for sure, I felt safe to assume that Rafael was not the type to see sex as a reason to stalk me forever. No, if anything that was just a one-night stand and I should be flattered that such a handsome man had found me attractive enough to risk his expensive empire for a single roll in the hay.
Well, I guessed I could get some sleep, my fears mostly assuaged and my body definitely worn out from how thoroughly he had shown me what was what. I probably shouldn’t have left work early, but hey, if I showed up the next day and was fired, then I wouldn’t have to worry about how awkward it would be to see his face again.
Wait, I really should pee, and shower first. I had almost forgotten with everything that had happened. Forcing myself out of bed, I headed to my bathroom to wash away the last of the evidence of my foolish but gratifying romp.
Although I could get rid of all the physical reminders, I knew that the time I spent with Rafael would be engraved in my head for quite a while.
**
I cautiously stepped into work, my head down and almost expecting a firing squad as soon as I was in the door. I had arrived a half hour early just in case, and also because I needed to find wherever my cleaning supplies had been stashed. But I was pleasantly surprised to see not only was no one waiting for me with a pink slip, but also that my cleaning cart had been returned to right where it was supposed to be.
Huh. That was… nice? Had Rafael known to do that or did someone on the day shift save my ass? I didn’t know, and I supposed I couldn’t ask, so I just settled into waiting for the rest of my shift mates to show up.
Normally I would just start a little early and get the night going, but I had been trained that not a minute of overtime was allowed, and we were not permitted to clock in more than five minutes early without supervisor permission. And considering that my direct supervisor had yet to show up, I doubted that would happen.
Thankfully Davie always liked to be a bit early himself, so I didn’t have to wait long for him to pop into the cleaning supplies room. His face lit up when he saw me and he held up a Tupperware container filled with something I couldn’t quite see.
“Mi alma made tamales for you!” His face was so bright with exuberance that I couldn’t help but smile. And for a bit, it was easy to forget about Rafael and the one night of bliss that I was sure was going to make everything else a whole lot worse.
But eventually, no matter how entertaining my coworkers were and how distracting the work was, it came time to split up the floor work at the final part of the night. I had a choice; I could go back to the top floor and get my dance on, but possibly see Rafael again, or I could hide and go to a different floor.
It was so tempting to take one of the lower floors. None of my coworkers would object to taking their turn considering that I had been cleaning the top floor for so long, but still… I was so tired of running.
The last thing I wanted to do was set a precedent here that I could be pushed arounds so easily. No, I needed to go to the top floor and establish that I wanted to keep things professional and forget about everything that happened between us.
Even if it was unforgettable.
So, just like every night, I called the top floor. The weight of my decision pressed heavily on me as I got all the supplies I needed, and I worked myself up into a bit of a tizzy by the time the elevator doors opened.
I stepped out cautiously, sure that Rafael would be waiting, but there was no one there. I frowned and did an entire circuit around the place to find that I was absolutely alone.
Huh. Why did I feel disappointed all of a sudden?
I didn’t know, but I couldn’t quite shake the feeling as I got to cleaning. At first, I felt awkward, not quite willing to throw myself into dancing so completely if someone was going to pop out of the woodwork at any second.
But after an hour or so of periodically taking my headphones off to make sure I was really alone, I finally settled in and allowed myself to let loose.
I finished the night breathless, and my proximity to Rafael’s office made flashed of that night we spent together flash through my mind. But once everything was done, I put my things away and headed out with everyone else.
I couldn’t help but wonder, as I rode the earliest train of the day back home with all the other overnight workers, if I would ever see Rafael again, or if we were two ships that had passed once, never to meet any other time.
Perhaps even more frustrating, I couldn’t figure out if that was a bad thing or not.
But the more time that passed, the more mournful I felt. Like I had lost something incredibly important. Which was ridiculous because I knew it was a good thing that he was leaving me alone, and yet…
I couldn’t help it. A week passed and nothing. My dreams grew more and more intense, replaying what had happened to us but adding new and more details until it was barely a shadow of its former self.
I missed him. How could I miss him? We had slept together once and hung out a grand total of…three hours? That did not a friendship make, and yet here I was, hoping that he would show up in the corners of my vision.
By Friday, I was pretty much sure that our chance encounter was just that, chance, and I should stop hoping for a repeat. But I couldn’t help but feel, when I left work for the last time, that eyes were on me.
I stopped, glancing behind me to see if another coworker had changed up their route home, but no one was there. Shrugging, I dismissed it as a figment of my imagination and headed home for a lonely weekend.
Chapter Seventeen
~Rafael~
I yawned as I swung my feet out of bed, already hearing Saturday morning cartoons playing in the next room. It seemed that, despite our late night watching super hero movies, that Dominic was up and at ‘em.
Groaning, I stood and headed to my living room. After everything that had happened at work, and the delicate position I had put both McKenna and myself in, I decided to work from home for the rest of the week and enjoy time with my son. It was something I hadn’t done since he’d gotten pneumonia when he was three and I found myself enjoying all the quality time we had.
I always said how much I loved him, and how he was my world, but the week at home reminded me of just how much I took the time we had together for granted. He was already starting school and before I knew it he would be a senior about to go off to college. I needed to cherish each lunch we shared, every movie we watched. I would make sure he knew just how valuable he was.
“Hey there, little man. I see you got yourself some cereal.”
“Uh-huh,” he answered with a little nod. “Is good.”
“I’m sure it is,” I said, heading to the kitchen to pour myself a bowl. “So, what do you want to do today? Hit up the science museum? Go to the park? Maybe hit the movie theater?”
“I wanna play with McKenna!”
I froze at that, my eyes going wide before I was able to slide my expression back to neutral.
“What was that, buddy?”
“I wanna hang out an
d play with McKenna! I wanna show her my book collection, and I think she would like some of my figurines.” He tilted his head back so he could send me a piteous look all the way from the couch. “Please, Dad?”
“I’m sure that Miss O’Grady is very busy. She’s been working all week and no doubt wants to just stay home and be a bum for a bit.”
“But Dad,” Dom whined in a very un-Dom way. What was with McKenna’s ability to make Barbos men act so outside of themselves? “She’s the only adult I’ve ever talked to who was so cool. She even knew all about Godzilla!”
I pretended to be hurt at that, grabbing at my heart. “What, am I not cool?”
But he just rolled his eyes. My son was wising up to my theatrics at the grand old age of five. There really was no hope for me now. “You know what I mean.”
“No, I don’t,” I said in the most fatherly way I could muster. Grabbing my cereal, I headed to the couch to see what my son was watching.
It seemed to be some overly dramatized show about card games. But there were also motorcycles somehow involved? I didn’t quite get the connection, but what mattered was that my little boy loved it and that was enough for me.
