Chapter Eighteen
Eliza
I’d been thinking about how exciting it would be to have sex in the conference room, but I wasn’t sure if it was a good idea or not. After all, I’d only just started working there. And even though I’d had a really great time with Ian all night, I wasn’t sure if I wanted to have sex again. I mean, I wanted to. I just wasn’t entirely too sure if it was a good idea. I kept hearing Mae’s words telling me to lay off guys for a while. I kept seeing Raymond’s face flash before my eyes. But then Ian picked me up and placed me on the table, and I knew that there was no chance that I was going to say no. How could I when his mouth was so hot against mine? We’d ended the meal by trying out one of the new cakes on the menu, and all I could taste was the sweetness of chocolate as we kissed. He was intoxicating. I kissed him back.
I lay down on the table while he pulled my jeans off my body. I was impressed at his skill. Even I battled to get those jeans off me sometimes. Then he pulled off my panties and leaned down to lick between my legs. I opened my legs wider, and I reached my arms out against the cool wooden table. He pulled my body down slightly so that it was easier for his tongue to reach inside me. I groaned as he licked and kissed and licked again. When it got too much for me to handle, I tried to sit up, but he wouldn’t let me.
“No,” he said. “I want you to come like this.”
I thought about stopping him. I’d never known what it was like for a man to put me first. With Raymond, it had always been about him. Even in the beginning when I actually enjoyed having sex with him, he would always worry about himself first. This was a new sensation to me. And even though I felt slightly awkward about it at first, I decided that the only way to enjoy myself was to surrender to the moment. So I lay back down, opened my legs wider, and let him carry on. Ian’s hands were moving up and down my body as he licked me. His one hand reached up and under my bra, and he played with my nipples while I came. I came harder than I’d ever come before, and right at the end, I groaned loud in pleasure without any shame. When he was finished, I lay there for a while, just breathing in and out. Then I sat up and saw him looking at me. I licked my lips. For the first time, I wanted more.
I pulled him in and started kissing him. Then I hopped off the table, and told him to take off his clothes. He was rock hard and ready for me. I leaned against the table and bent down, and waited for him to come behind me. For someone that was as conservative as I had always been during sex, I was surprised at how many new things I was willing to try with this man I hardly knew. He made me feel safe enough and sexy enough for me to want it, both feelings I hadn’t felt in a long time.
Ian came up behind me, his hands felt their way up my shirt, and as he grabbed onto my breasts, he pushed himself inside me. I groaned in pleasure and held onto the table for support. I was already feeling so sensitive from the orgasm that I’d already had only moments before, and the feeling of him behind me was incredible.
“Yes!” I shouted as he pushed himself against me.
He kissed my neck and sucked gently on my skin and a new sensation rocked over me. How had I never experienced this before? I felt as if I were enjoying sex for the first time in my life. I didn’t know that it could be this good.
Afterward, as Ian was getting changed, I looked around for my jeans. I found my panties and quickly put them on and then giggled as I walked around looking for the rest of my clothes.
“Where on earth did you put them?” I asked.
He looked around and laughed. “I don’t think I was thinking straight at that moment. I sort of threw them behind me. Oh wait, here they are!”
They were draped against some plant, and we both burst out laughing when we saw them.
“Thankfully I found them. Imagine everyone coming in here on Monday and wondering where the jeans came from?”
“I sort of wish we hadn’t found them just so that that could’ve happened.”
“So cruel!” I said, but I was laughing. “Well, I didn’t expect that to happen.”
“Sure, sure. I know that’s why you bought me here. You left your jacket behind on purpose after work. It was all part of your master plan.”
I sighed. “You’re right. I’ve known all along that it was going to happen. Man, how am I going to take meetings seriously from now on? This boardroom has a whole new meaning for me now, thanks to you.”
Ian grinned. “I’m glad I could be of some assistance.”
“Come on, let me get my jacket. For real this time,” I said, and the two of us walked back to my desk.
I grabbed my jacket and put it on and then the two of us headed out. The last thing that I expected was to see Mary, the cleaning lady, walk in. She stopped short when she saw us, and for a few seconds we all just stared at each other.
“Mary, what are you doing here?” I finally asked.
“Oh, John has an early meeting tomorrow morning, and he asked me to make sure everything was clean.”
“On a Friday night?”
“It’s okay. He doesn’t ask me often, and he pays well for the extra time. What are you doing here? Working late?” she asked and then looked at Ian in confusion.
I could feel my face getting more and more red as the conversation went on. “Oh, no. Actually, I was out with my friend Gunner, I mean, Ian here. Ian, this is Mary. As we were leaving the restaurant, I realized I’d left my jacket in the office.” I signaled to the jacket now on me as if trying to prove my point. “I have it now. Anyway, we better get going. I hope the cleaning goes quickly.”
“Thanks, Eliza. Enjoy the rest of your night.”
Ian and I quickly hurried out, and the moment the doors closed, we both burst out laughing.
“That could’ve been bad!” I said. “If she’d come only ten minutes before she’d have seen far more than I would’ve wanted her to see. Oh no, and she’s there to clean the boardroom. I’m so embarrassed!”
“Well, to be fair, the boardroom does need to be cleaned.”
I laughed. “Think she believed us?”
“Probably not. We both looked very suspicious. But there’s no proof. Thankfully we found both your underwear and your jeans in time.”
“Okay, I don’t think we should do that again,” I said. But we both grinned at each other, and I knew that it would more than likely happen again.
How could anyone say no to this man?