Chapter 16 – Carolina
I have to remind myself all day that Madilyn, Ruby and Katie say it’s okay to follow my heart— or at least my libido. So, once evening is upon the firm and most people have gone home, I hurry to fire off the memo and take the notes for the brief Garrett had assigned me, until I know that we’re the only two people left in the place.
I’m so nervous, even though I’m sure this is what I want. I type up the notes for Garrett to go over, and just as I finish, I get another text from my very pissed off date from the other night.
Are you ever going to get with me? It says.
I delete the text and the guy’s number. He’s pathetic and he should understand the busy life of an “exec ass,” as Erin calls it. I toss my phone into my purse. His loss.
I walk over to Garrett’s office and tap lightly on the door. He doesn’t answer, and I tap again. Nothing.
I figure I’ll put it on his desk while he’s stepped away and then I’ll have no choice but to head home. I’ve warded off all possible dates for the small chance that I might get to sleep with my boss. I feel dumb now, but it was my own choice, and I didn’t like any of those dates anyway.
At least I have time to grab something to eat before heading home. I hadn’t eaten much over lunch because I was so busy talking with Madilyn, Katie and Ruby, and so excited about whatever the rest of the day held with Garrett— which apparently was nothing.
I open the door, and as I walk into Garrett’s office, he pulls me into his arms. I can’t breathe, the feeling of him holding me is so intense. He smells like office furniture— although that could be his office— and some kind of wood with a smell of alcohol— he might have just cleaned his oak furniture, for some reason—and there’s also a hint of Ranch dressing mixed into the scent— he must have had that for lunch.
When I don’t resist, he takes it as permission to kiss me, and damn can he kiss. Suddenly I turn off my over-analytical brain and just go with the physical sensation of his lips on mine.
Finally.
I wish I could jump up and down and sing hallelujah. This feels so necessary, and so right.
I feel his tongue graze my lower lip, and I part my own lips to let him deepen the kiss. He tastes like expensive whisky, and I know he must have poured himself a drink from the small bar in his office once the place had emptied out. That explains the smell of alcohol.
I rest my hands on his chest and feel firm muscles beneath his creamy white Brooks Brothers shirt. He had taken off his suit jacket and pushed up his sleeves, and his warm hands are wandering up my back. I can feel his heat through the sheer fabric of my blouse.
My brain screams at me to stop him, but my wet pussy tells my brain to shut the fuck up. It has been far too long since I’ve had a man caress my body like this, and though I will probably regret it later, I’m not about to turn down the opportunity to let him do this. The sexual tension between us has risen to a boiling point, and it is about to explode.
He pulls my blouse from my skirt and slides his hands up my back, and in an instant, he has unfastened my bra. Impressive skills. He cups my bared breasts in his palms and thumbs my hardening nipples. I moan at his touch, but we remain locked in the kiss.
I skim one of my hands down his abdomen and then further until I can trace the outline of his cock through his pants. I’ve been waiting so long to touch it. As I have fantasized more than once, he is very well endowed in that department.
As we kiss and touch, we slowly inch our way to the leather chaise near the floor-to-ceiling windows of his office. The blinds are open, and the lights of the city are spread out far below us.
My hunger for him is intense, and I have little patience for foreplay. I lower his zipper and slide my hand inside his pants, stroking him through his silk boxers. I feel him take a sharp intake of breath, and I smile against his lips. I pull away to gaze up at him coyly from under my lashes.
“Is there something I can do for you, Mr. Mack?” I ask, running my tongue over my upper lip to make it clear what I’m offering, as if there could be any doubt.
“I’m sure there must be something,” he answers with a grin.
I push him gently and he sits back on the chaise. I take my hand from his cock just long enough to unfasten his brown snakeskin belt and slide the luxurious Tom Ford slacks over his hips and down to the floor. His cock strains against his navy blue silken boxer shorts, and I stroke the length of him through the shimmering fabric.
He leans his head back and closes his eyes as I remove the boxers and hold him firmly in one hand. He is so thick that I can barely encircle his shaft with my fingers.
I lower my lips onto him and lick at his sensitive tip before taking him fully into my mouth. He groans as I take him in as far as I can, pull back, and lick up and down the length of him before taking him in again. He grasps handfuls of my hair and guides me as I lick and suck until he begins to squirm.
“Jesus Christ, Carolina,” he moans, and he starts to push me away.
But I ignore him, and instead I quicken my pace. Within seconds, he cries out my name and fills my waiting mouth with his creamy cum. I swallow as he says, “Oh, my God, Carolina, I’ve wanted this so badly. I’ve wanted you so badly.”
I lick his cum off the tip of his cock until it’s all gone. Then I wipe my lips with the back of my hand. I get up and reach under my blouse to fasten my bra, assuming this was all he wanted and that it’s time for me to go.
“What are you doing?” he asks, clearly confused.
“I gave you what you needed, and it’s time for me to go,” I answer, but he reaches forward and clutches my hips, pulling me to him.
“This was about you too, remember? If I can only hold you once, I am not letting you go that easy.”
Before I can protest, he throws me back onto the chaise and pulls off my skirt.
As I lay there, I feel so naked, so vulnerable, not just physically, but in every way. What we are doing is dangerous. Part of me loves it, and part of me is terrified.
Am I seriously going through with this? I’m naked in my workplace. What will the consequences be if one of the partners find out?
Just as I had convinced myself that it’s too risky, he drops to his knees, slips my panties down over my legs, and parts my thighs. The sensation of his lips and tongue on me is so raw and intense that I can only surrender.
It’s as if I have no choice, even though the choice is clearly all mine. It’s been so long since a man had given me so much pleasure while clearly enjoying himself that I allow myself to give in to him— to his total control of me.
And suddenly my only fear of being caught is one that simultaneously fills me with expectancy. What if someone walks in on me in this compromising position, with my legs flown over Garrett’s shoulders, my pussy bared for him as he eats it?
The thought fills me with even more excitement. I’m so turned on, more turned on than I’ve ever been. My pussy is dripping wet for him.
He works his tongue over my swollen clit, and I buck against him, urging him on. He spreads my pussy open with his thumbs and dips his tongue inside, tasting me, sending my mind soaring. He brings his tongue back up to my clit and replaces it with two fingers inside my dripping pussy.
“Oh, my God,” I cry out, as he fucks me with his fingers and tongue until I can feel the pressure of my impending orgasm building to a fever pitch.
He raises his head long enough to ask, “You okay?”
Unable to speak, I nod, and he smiles.
“Good, because I’m going to make you come now.”
He returns his tongue to my clit, swirling it in lazy circles and thrusting his fingers into me until I can take no more. I clutch his shoulders, bunching the expensive fabric with my fists— and I come.
I come like I’m not even in my body any more. Like I’m out of control, like an animal. There are sounds and moans, pleasure and euphoria, the kind I have never felt in my entire life. Not ever with Taylor, not ever with Jake, not ever even with myself.
It is transcendent, the kind of orgasm you hope will never end. And then it does. I turn my head and felt a tear roll down my cheek. I don’t know if I’m ashamed or just wracked by the experience.
Although I probably should feel shame, I don’t. I think I’m just physically and emotionally spent.
Garrett picks up my clothes and helps me dress. I can’t look at him. Suddenly, I feel a wave of panic. This would most certainly cost me my job. After all, how can we work together after what we’ve just done?
I guess I’ll have to go back to Stone, and hope I can find another job somewhere within another few months. Luckily I’ve been saving money since now I’m in charge of my own financial destiny, along with the alimony I’m still receiving from Jake.
I’ll be banished, and we didn’t even have sex. But at least he gave me the most amazing orgasm I’ve ever had. It felt good, to let myself go with complete and utter abandonment for him, even if it does cost me my job.
But then Garrett caresses the side of my face and says, “You are beautiful.” He walks me to the elevator, and as the doors slide closed, he gives me a quick wink.
That night, I play the experience over and over again in my brain, mostly out of the fear of consequences, although some to relive the pleasure. I’m thankful it’s Friday. Maybe the space of two days apart will be exactly what we need.
But I have a feeling I’m on a high I’ll never be able to totally come down from. I’m going to keep chasing my next fix until Garrett tires of me, because all I want is to feel this way again and again and again.