Part 36 (1/2)
She licked her lips, again drawing his attention to the subtle movement. ”Well, I'm told that I have an apt.i.tude for taking direction. I'm a fast learner, I like to please, and I do well with praise.”
”And if there is need for correction?”
His eyes darkened and she drew in a slow, heated breath. ”I do well with that as well.”
It was nearing four o'clock and his throat showed shadows of a day's growth as his Adam's apple bobbed slowly. ”I'm quite particular with my expectations, Ms. Keats. I do not tolerate anything less than perfect.”
Her mouth went dry. ”I understand.”
He leaned forward and gathered some papers on his desk, stacking them haphazardly and tossing them into a tray to the right. ”Let's take a look at your briefs.”
”Pardon?”
”Come here, please.”
Her lips parted as she rose to her feet. Slowly, she stepped around the edge of his desk. Heavy bra.s.s wheels rolled slowly as his gaze traveled over her outfit. ”You are looking very professional today, Ms. Keats. I like it.”
”Thank you, sir.”
”Show me your briefs.”
Her fingers glided to the hem of her skirt. She slowly lifted the fabric, exposing the lace of her stockings, the snaps of her garters, and the pale pink lace triangle of her panties. Lucian's eyes darkened and his nostrils flared. Her gaze slipped to the bulge beneath his Armani belt buckle.
”Very nice.” He made no move to touch her. ”Remove the garters.”
Carefully, she bent and undid the beribboned snaps holding her stockings in place. They hung like the seductive branches of a weeping willow. Once the last was undone, she stood.
”Did you bring duplicates?”
Her brow pinched and he nodded toward the apex of her thighs. He was referring to her panties. ”No, sir.”
He tsked. ”I'm afraid you will have to leave the originals then, Ms. Keats.”
Her chest rose and fell with shallow breaths. ”Yes, sir. I apologize for being unprepared.”
”I believe in correcting employees immediately after an infraction. Please hand me your briefs.”
Her fingers fit under the string of her damp panties and slowly lowered them. Rising once again, she held the garment from her pinky and offered them to him. He caught the shred of silk and brought it to his nose, inhaling deeply.
”These are wet.” He crumpled the fabric and slowly stuffed it in his pocket.
”I'm sorry, sir. I was excited for the interview.”
”Come here, please.”
There wasn't much room between him and his desk. She took a small step forward. The weight of his palms circling her hips caused her to sigh with pent up relief. Since morning, she'd been starved for his touch. He turned her. ”Palms on the edge of the desk, Ms. Keats. I'm going to look over your proposal.”
Her hands pressed into the fine wood of his desk as his palm caressed the rounded cheek of her a.s.s. Chills raced up her spine, curling her toes in her Mary Janes, and causing her heart to gallop in her chest. She arched and his palm lifted, coming down quick and sharp on her rear. A delicious heat bloomed at the surface and seeped deep beneath her skin.
A sharp gasp of excitement slipped past her lips as she jumped and his fingers gently sc.r.a.pped over the sensitized skin. ”This is an office, Ms. Keats. Discretion is important. I'm going to have to ask that you keep your voice down.”
Sucking her lips between her teeth, she bit down. His palm slapped upon her flesh again. She hummed quietly, drawing her shoulders back. Her neck rolled, her head tipping back.
”You take direction very well, Ms. Keats.”
”I aim to please, sir.”
His palm came down a third time. Her flesh was alive and needy. The blunt tip of his finger followed the line of lace around her thigh and traced the seam down the back of her leg to the heel of her shoe. He wrapped his fingers around the heel and lifted her foot off the ground.
Her weight s.h.i.+fted as he bent her leg back. ”These are new. I like them.”
”Thank you, sir.”
”Spread your legs.” He released her and she widened her stance. His palm pressed like a brand into her lower back, easing her slightly forward. Her spine stiffened as his fingers bit into the rosy cheeks of her a.s.s, spreading her wide. His tongue licked up her crease, over her waxed folds. ”f.u.c.k you're s.e.xy.”
She moaned. He released his hold on her a.s.s and bit her sensitized flesh. Her heart raced and arousal flooded her s.e.x. Her lungs sucked in a breath as his finger breached her folds and entered her. He quickly withdrew the digit and replaced it with two.
She was embarra.s.singly wet. The sound of his fingers f.u.c.king her could be heard all around the room. His other hand reached around her hip, bunching up the front of her skirt gathered there. The first touch of his fingers to her c.l.i.t had her jerking her body forward.
He was suddenly on his feet, his mouth biting through her blouse, into her shoulder. ”Don't move, Ms. Keats.”
She loved the way his body managed to hold her in place as he tortured her so sweetly. The press of his arousal against her could be felt through his suit pants and the sensation of heat added to the thrill of his thrusting fingers.
”You see,” he said in gravelly voice as he blanketed her from behind. ”I seem to have made a mistake with my schedule. I have a meeting in about two minutes with a man from accounting. I'd hate to cut your interview short. I've yet to test your oral skills.”
She was breathless as he plucked at her c.l.i.t. Her knees trembled. ”I'm told my oral skills are quite notable, sir.”
”I'll be the judge of that.” His hands suddenly disappeared. The echo of his zipper was followed by the clank of his silver belt buckle coming undone. She was pressed forward until her b.r.e.a.s.t.s grazed the surface of his desk through her silk top. ”But first I'm going to f.u.c.k you. Don't make a sound.”
His c.o.c.k nudged her opening and then he filled her in one swift movement. She bit down on her lip, stifling a moan as she went up on her toes. Spine arching, her upper body lifted from the desk.
He grunted and grabbed her breast roughly over the silk of her s.h.i.+rt. His mouth sucked at the tender flesh of her neck. His tongue slid over the pearls as he pulled them between his teeth.
He thrust hard and she couldn't help the moan that escaped. The weight of his palm settled over her lips, fingers curling gently into her cheek. His breath beat at her ear. ”Shhh, Seth will hear you.”
His other hand slid down her front and found her c.l.i.t. He pinched the sensitized bud and she squeaked, eyes going wide. He thrust faster and tightened his hand over her mouth.
His warm breath tickled the sh.e.l.l of her ear. ”Is it good, Evelyn? You want to scream, don't you? But you can't. If you make a noise I'll spank you again, this time until you come.”
Her body tightened. Breath rushed out of her nose, over his fingers.
”You want to come, don't you, baby?”
She quietly moaned her agreement. ”All right. Because you performed so beautifully during the first part of your interview, I'll let you come. I need to come too. Then you're going to suck me hard again while I meet with my accounting rep. When I come the second time you're going to swallow every drop, never letting anyone know you're here.”
Her body gushed around him, pulsing and tightening. He rubbed her c.l.i.t rapidly and her muscles locked. As she came in a rush, he moved his grip to her hips and f.u.c.ked her relentlessly, groaning softly as he filled her with his release.
When he withdrew from her s.e.x, she was trembling. He cradled her on his lap and kissed her temple. The intercom buzzed.
”Mr. Patras?”