Arriving at work the next morning, I sported a huge grin. Ash had surprised me the previous evening by announcing he was taking me to London this weekend so we could spend some time together. As I sat at my desk, my joy became short lived when I remembered it was the directors’ monthly meeting today. This meant not only would all of them be in the office, but I would have to take minutes whilst fighting the urge to fall asleep.
As the clock ticked closer to nine a.m., there was still no sign of Paul, which puzzled me since he was usually an early bird. I set myself up in the meeting room before getting underway with making all their drinks. I waltzed back to the meeting room several minutes later, nearly dropping the entire tray as my eyes settled on Paul’s grinning face staring back at me—from the seat next to mine.
The company owner, Mr. Collins, strolled in just as I took my seat. He was in his mid-fifties with washed out blue eyes, a stern face, but a good body. Despite his age, there was something appealing about him. He was kind of like George Clooney but not quite so good looking.
Clapping his hands together as he shut the door, he rounded our attention. “Good morning. I hope everyone is settled and ready?”
There was a concurrent murmur from around the table and nods of heads.
“Good. Then let’s begin.”
I took a deep breath as I poised my pen, trying to force myself not to think about Paul beside me. The next thing I knew, a hand slid across my knee and he whispered, “Yes, let’s.”
I jumped, inhaling at such a rate that I ended up having a coughing fit.
Mr. Collins glared at me, one eyebrow raised. After a few seconds, his impatience won through. “Are you done, Kyra? We have a lot to get through today.”
I nodded, taking a sip of my water as I swore at Paul under my breath.
Paul’s hand remained on my knee, making me grateful and regretful at the same time for wearing a skirt today. After several minutes, his fingertips began moving on my thigh with a feather light touch. I pursed my lips, trying my best to calm my already raging body. I peeked up at him from under my lashes and gave him my best I’m going to kill you look.
He ignored me, continuing his slow tease of my skin. Goosebumps appeared all over me, chasing a violent shudder down my spine that caught the attention of Mr. Harris, who sat on the other side of me.
He turned to me, his beady eyes scanning my face. “Are you cold, dear?”
I was feeling anything but cold right now. “A little.”
“Would you like me to turn the air con off?”
I smiled. “Just turned up a degree or two will be fine.”
He nodded and smiled as he pressed the temperature button on the remote control.
Mr. Collins’s demanding voice cut through the air. “Kyra, are you paying attention?”
“Yes, sir. Mr. Harris was just…”
“I don’t want your excuses. Did you get what I just said? About broadening our horizons in Europe? Namely Germany and Switzerland to start with?”
I nodded, not daring to meet his burning gaze as I carried on with my notes.
Paul gave my knee a gentle squeeze. His fingers crept up my leg a few inches as he decided to speak to Mr. Collins about his plans for a German division. When he finished talking, his fingers danced farther up my inner thigh, brushing rather too close to that area.
My breath hitched in my throat and I bit down on my tongue. Heat rushed to my cheeks before flooding through the rest of my body, settling between my legs with a dull throb.
His touch became more meaningful as he applied a little more pressure. I closed my eyes for a brief second and swallowed the lump in my throat. I stole a glance at Paul, his mouth tweaking up at the edges with a victory smile.
His fingers moved again, searching out the edge of my silk underwear. A gasp escaped me before I could stop it. I reached for my glass of water, trying my hardest to ignore the couple of enquiring looks I acquired. I resisted the urge to squirm in my seat and cross my legs. There was something about his touch that drove electric surges around my body, jolting my muscles with sensations I never knew were possible.
As Mr. Collins droned on, I stifled a whimper as Paul’s finger slipped underneath my thong, his fingers gliding their way over my sensitive folds. He teased me like this for several minutes before he delved inside me, my entire face burning new shades of red. I allowed my hair to fall forwards, blocking my reddening features from the other directors. He played out a delightful rhythm inside me, my excitement more than obvious as I tried to calm my breathing into a steady pace. My insides began to coil and I closed my eyes, unsure of how long I could keep up this pretence before I begged him to take me right there.
Mr. Collins clapped his hands together, making me jump. “Right. Time for a fifteen-minute break before we get back at it.”
I looked at the time, surprised to see it was gone ten a.m. already. No wonder I was so wound up after being fiddled with for over an hour. I rushed to the ladies’ room, leaning back against the smooth tiled surface as I took deep breaths, trying to calm my aching body. I dared to look in the mirror after a few seconds, glad to see that aside from my bright red lips and a slight shine on my skin, I didn’t look any different from normal.
Just as I composed myself, the door swung open and Paul strode through. He flicked the lock on the dark wooden door and flashed me a devilish grin. My heart fluttered as I knew what was coming next. He grabbed my face, meeting our lips in a rough kiss. His tongue searched out mine with hungry desire. In nothing but sheer frenzy, we yanked at each other’s clothes in a desperate bid for bare skin.
With his trousers around his ankles and my skirt hitched up to my waist, he grappled with my thong as I found my way inside his boxers. Groans of relief left us both as he finally thrust himself inside me. Our lips parted and I stole a glance at his handsome face. The radiating stare coming from his startling sapphire eyes captured me in an instant. I lifted my legs up, wrapping them around his waist, needing to feel more of him within my depths.
Taking my hint, he drove himself further inside, a whisper of a hiss escaping through his gritted teeth. My entire body ached, pulsing twinges shocking every fibre of me. I needed my sweet release and I wanted him to give me it—now.
His hips began moving with his blissful pace, pushing himself deeper and deeper with each purposeful stroke. Both needing to find our joyful edge, he picked up the pace even more, my nails digging into his taut skin as I fought the urge to cry out. Within a matter of seconds, my tight coil sprung free, my muscles quivering from the manic assault he’d swept over me.
His eyes lit up as he leaned his head on my shoulder. He bit into my shoulder as he stilled, emptying his own frustration with a sigh of relief. Both breathless, he brushed his lips over mine before serving me a wicked smile.
“Lesson number one,” he said, “I can tease too.”