She slipped her hand into his briefs and stroked his balls lightly with her finger tips, moaning softly at the image of him in the middle of the night, taking himself in hand and stroking his shaft, feeling the velvet over granite texture of his rigid cock. His sac was tight and hard against his body, and Zoey took a quick moment to be impressed that he was this aroused this quickly. “Do you want to?” she asked, giving him what she hoped was an alluring glance between nips and licks at his dick.
His response was to shove things out of the way on his desk, tugging her to her feet. Her skirt was too tight to shimmy up her thighs without splitting a seam. She reached back and unzipped the fabric, letting it tumble to the floor. After the scraps of lace she’d worn last night, her cotton bikini panties felt like granny pants, but it didn’t seem to bother him as he tugged them out of the way. He pressed her back against the edge of the desk, and she scooted up so that she was sitting, and she could wrap her legs around his hips. He reached past her into the top drawer of his desk and grabbed a condom out of a plain box. She gave him an arched eyebrow.
“Do this often?” She asked, her tone wry.
His eyes were still and serious. “No,” he said. “It’s always been a particular fantasy of mine, but—no.”
For a moment, she thought the mood would shatter around them like so much glass, but he grinned at her then, and leaned forward to capture her mouth in a kiss.
The intensity of it shocked her. She’d had her share of kisses, and then some, over the years, but there was a quiet attention in the way Alex’s mouth played over hers. He was artful, intense, but that wasn’t it. Or at least, that wasn’t all of it. He was paying attention to her, responding to her every sigh and shift. The attention was as sexy as the kiss itself. She wrapped her arms around her neck and just dropped into the kiss, forgetting that she was naked, forgetting that he was sheathing himself, forgetting the delightful press of his tip against her cunt as he teased her clit with his thumb. As he pressed forward, with that same delicious slowness, his tongue danced along her lower lip, inviting her to open to him. She did, with mouth and body, wrapping herself around him as thoroughly as he could.
“Oh, Zoey,” he whispered, when he was buried deeply inside of her. And then he started to move.
It was nothing like the slow fucking of last night. He slammed into her from the start, as fast as he could go without hurting her. She clung to him, her mouth buried in his neck to hide her cries of pleasure and delight. His hands wrapped around her waist, tilting her ass to an angle that pleased him, throbbing into her with abandon.
“Sorry,” he whispered, his voice shakier than it had been last night. “Won’t last. I can—for you—after—”
“Just fuck me,” she said, and she bit his neck, just above the collar of his shirt. It wasn’t hard enough to leave a bruise, but he shuddered against her, his ass clenching as he froze, deep inside, pulsing softly. He was silent as he came, his breath panting, his thrusts locked into the deepest parts of her, barely more than thin, slow pulses. His forehead rested on her shoulder for a long moment, and she stroked her fingers down his shoulders, his neck, running them through his close cropped hair. Every few breaths, he’d turn his face to the side and press a light kiss against her neck; every single time, her pulse jumped.
Zoey’s mind was in over drive. What in the world was she doing? Alex Blankenship was a charmer, everyone agreed about that, but he wasn’t the sort of guy who settled down, any more than his father had been. He made her every nerve ending stand up and salute, but what was she going to get from this long term, other than a broken heart? Because she could easily fall for a guy who promised to take care of her after he came, and who gave her delicate little kisses on the pulse of her throat. Meanwhile, she was just another conquest for him. The only reason she saw him again today was because of the interview. Otherwise, he would have just been a happy memory. It would be smart to remember that.
So when he pulled back from her, rolling the condom off and tossing it into the trash, she slipped off the desk and retrieved her panties and skirt. He had tucked himself away and was zipping up his pants, and glanced at her, his hands going still. “I—thought—”
And then Zoey saw the moment where he collected himself and nodded quietly at her. “Of course. I’m sorry. The interview. You came for an interview.”
He was an entirely different person when he was being the CEO. It was shocking to see. She didn’t know many people in their age group who could have managed the transition with that much ease. “It’s not you,” she lied through her teeth, because she needed to say something. “You’ve just been very clear. You do casual. You do poly. That’s awesome. I can manage casual when I don’t know someone, but I—I don’t think casual would last right now, for me, and you don’t do not casual.”
“Ah,” he said. He sat down on the desk, where he’d been just a few moments before. Zoey zipped up her skirt and fished her tablet out of her bag. She tried to the heat out of her cheeks—it was bad enough that she was still flushed from the unresolved arousal—but that was a battle she hadn’t won any time she could remember. “And who is it who says I don’t do casual.”
“You said, last night.” She cleared her throat, trying to push the snippy tone away. It wouldn’t help her get the interview, and that was what she needed to focus on. The interview, and her career, not the way she could still taste him, salty and strong, on the back of her tongue. “I was sorry to hear about the loss of your father,” she said, slipping into her reporter tone without another word.
He crossed his arms and nodded briefly. “Yes, his loss is a great one to my family, to AEGIS, and to the business community at large.”
“Do you think that his loss will change the direction of AEGIS?”
“It’s hard to say at this juncture,” he said. God, he sounded like he was reading from a press release. She was fucking this up so badly. “Whenever any company loses its CEO, the entire company needs to reevaluate its direction as part of the process of moving forward. At this time, however, AEGIS has no plans to change the cornerstones of its business practices.”
“Do you miss him?” It wasn’t one of the questions she’d planned on asking, and the words just slipped out. It was her fault that the CEO was standing in front of her, instead of the kind, sweet lover that she’d met before, and she wanted him back.
“He was my father,” Alex said, his eyes narrowing.
“Yes, but—”
“He was mine,” he said again, emphasizing the last word. His mouth worked as if there was something else he wanted to say, but whatever it was, he held it back.
Zoey pressed forward with the question she’d put together after reading everything she could find online and in print, the question that, as far as she could tell, no one had ever asked point blank. “There’s been some discussion about the wording of the will, and the fact that it merely specifies the children of Philip Blankenship, instead of specifically naming you and your sister. Do you believe that there are other children of Philip Blankenship who may have a claim on your family fortune?”
Alex’s skin was too dark for the heat of his anger to show in his cheeks, but his eyes made up for it by snapping like they’d been connected to a live wire. A muscle in his jaw twitched twice. She wished she could take the question back, and she wished she could launch herself at him, tell him that she’d been wrong, she was soaking wet and her clit was still twitching with electric need, and wouldn’t he please take that ache away for her.
“We’re done here,” he said.
“One final question, Mr. Blankenship?”
“I’d like you to leave.”
“Anyone special in your life right now?”
The anger in his eyes sparked and died, and the misery that was left behind killed her sick joy at twisting the knife. Alex’s eyes fixed on her as she leaned down for her bag, dropped her tablet in, and then turned to go.