Chapter 16

Oliver

The sun peeked through the half-drawn curtains as I clung to the warm body next to mine. Mmm. Who was she? I couldn’t remember, and it didn’t matter. I pulled her closer, and she wriggled against me, her firm body tempting against mine.

I buried my nose in her hair and inhaled. She smelled familiar, but I couldn’t put my finger on who she was.

My hand traveled over her stomach and flattened against her skin as she hooked her legs back to intertwine them with mine. My cock was hard, and I could feel her tender little ass against my crotch. Was she too sleepy realize what was happening, or was she fully cognizant and enjoying my torment as I pressed against her?

I groaned softly, and she lifted her head. Suddenly and all at once, I remembered where I knew that scent from.

“Fuck,” I whispered, as I realized the enormous mistake I was about to make .

I rolled away from her on the bed, putting as much distance between us as I could, and she turned over. Thank God she was still asleep.

Gawd. I was grinding up on my unconscious secretary. Thank God she wasn’t awake enough to process it.

I forced myself to get up and out of bed. How could I ever have thought that sharing a bed with Mona could lead to anything but disaster? I should punch myself in the face for making such an irrational decision.

I was thinking with my dick, the image of her wet, naked body etched in my brain.

I moved quickly into the bathroom to shower, memories of Mona’s warm body against mine still fresh in my mind. My cock was rock hard in the shower, and I double-checked the door was locked before I wrapped my hand around it and grabbed it hard.

I wanted to cum while fantasizing about her deliciously sexy body, her beautiful face, her dazzling eyes. I knew if I didn’t, I’d be horny all day. I didn’t want to know how that might manifest itself, considering my defenses had already been weakened by the sight and sensation of her naked body next to mine.

What would have happened if I’d just kept going? Would she have stopped me? If she didn’t, would I? I would have liked to think that I had enough willpower to shut it down before it went too far, but I know myself well enough to know I wouldn't have have stopped if she was receptive to my advances.

I let my cock grow long and hard in my hand before I started to run my hand up and down along the length of it. I poured shampoo on my hand to act as a lubricant, and the silky smoothness of the shampoo felt so good. I slid my palm along the underside of my shaft, where it was most sensitive, and squeezed near the base. With my free hand, I reached down to my balls and gently massaged my sack.

With a clear picture of Mona’s perfect mouth in my mind, my cock exploded, sending jets of cum across the shower. I watched as my cum shot against the far wall of the shower.

God, I was so ready to fuck that woman!

I’d never had an orgasm so desperate and so powerful. My cum arced three feet in the air before hitting that far wall.

When I was fully dressed, I peered out around the door to see if she was up and found her with her back to the door pulling up the zip of her dress. She was breathtaking.

“Morning,” I greeted her, and she smiled at me nervously.

“Morning,” she replied. “What time’s the meeting?”

“I guess as soon as the car arrives here.” I shrugged. “I’m not sure how far away their offices are.”

“Sleep well?” she asked, changing the subject, and my stomach swirled.

I regarded her carefully. Was she referring to what happened in bed, or was it just an innocent question?

“Yeah, not bad.” I nodded, averting my gaze in case she could sense what was going on inside my head. “You?”

“Yeah, not bad,” she replied casually. “I kept waking in the night, though. Guess it must be the unfamiliar bed.”

“I’ll make sure they get the sleeping arrangements sorted by the time we get back tonight,” I promised, and she shrugged absently.

“No rush,” she replied, and then immediately flushed as she realized what she’d said. “I mean, not that I want to sleep with you. Share a bed with you, I mean.”

“I know, I know,” I assured her, grinning. I couldn’t help it. She was so damn cute.

She turned to the balcony, opening the doors and stepping outside. She shivered.

“It’s cold out here,” she gasped, just loud enough that I could hear, and then pulled the doors shut behind her, cutting herself off from me and the conversation we’d been having. My body relaxed at having survived the exchange.

My phone buzzed in my pocket. It was Neil calling me, not surprisingly. I lifted the phone to my ear.

“Hey, what’s going on?” I greeted him.

“Morning,” he said cheerily. “It’s still morning where you are, right?”

“Yeah, that’s right,” I said, knowing I sounded distracted and hoping to God Neil wouldn't pick up on it.

I should be so lucky. He knew me too well to skim past the uneasiness in my voice.

“What’s going on?” he asked, sounding suspicious. “Everything okay with you and Mona?”

“Yeah, it’s all fine,” I shot back, a little too defensively.

“I know you wouldn’t pull anything inappropriate.” Neil spoke slowly, as though making sure the words found their way deep into my head. “You know what the Masterson group are like, don’t you? If they find out you’re getting it on with your secretary…”

“I know what they’re like,” I replied tersely. “I’ve been the one working on this deal, remember?”

“Yeah, about that,” Neil said, “I got a call from their offices this morning. I’m not sure why, but they seemed to have it in their heads that it was me coming over to broker the deal, not you.”

“Okay.” I shrugged. “What difference does it make?”

“From what I could gather from the phone call, I don’t think they like all your publicity,” he replied bluntly. “You know, the kind you get from hooking up with a lot of different women.”

“Shit, really?”

“If you can, try and reference a wife or a fiancé back home. Give them the impression that your playboy lifestyle is behind you, alright?”

“I’ll do my best,” I agreed, massaging my temples. “Thanks for the heads-up.”

“No problem,” he replied, and then paused for a moment. “And Oliver?”

“Yeah?”

“You know the company can’t take it if you fuck Mona,” he said quietly, as though worried someone might overhear him.

“I know,” I shot back.

I knew he was right, that another scandal would be bad for us. I just had to hold that in my head, no matter how she tempting she looked standing out on that balcony.

“Good luck with it, by the way,” Neil finished up. “Not that I think you’ll need it.”

“Hell, no,” I agreed. “I’ve got this in the bag.”

“You better,” he teased. “Hey, I’ve got some stuff to take care of, but shoot me an email when you finish up, and let me know how it went, alright?”

“Will do,” I promised.

I wanted to make sense of everything he’d just said, but all I could do was stare at Mona. I would deal with the meeting later, and how to convince Masterson that I was a standup guy. In the meantime, I would pause and admire the woman who’d traveled halfway across the world with me to help me through it all.

If that wasn’t something to admire, I didn’t know what was.